[hider=Pilot: Harold Buell][b]Name:[/b] Harold Buell [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/5tzM6Qn.jpg[/img] [i]Harold, 17 years old[/i] A young man who would blend seamlessly into any crowd of servicemen were it not for the burn scars that crawl all over the length of his left arm, Harold is a fine specimen of modern soldier, with a lean, and slightly toned musculature that belies great strength. Brown of hair and blue of eye, his features are primarily Caucasian and rather mild, except for his cheeks, which are gaunt and rather sunken, giving him an air of grimness. His exceptionally pale skin from being born into a family of station-dwellers adds to this effect.[/center] [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 22 [b]Rank:[/b] Cadet - Alexandria Naval Academy Ensign - After graduating from Starfighter course Lieutenant, Junior Grade - After Battle of Alexandria Cadet - When transferred to Framewerk unit Cadet (Squad Officer) - After Mock Battle [b]Experience:[/b] 47% - Base 59% - After Mock Battle 57% - After Resurrection [b]Synchronization Rate:[/b] 55% - Base 61% - After Mock Battle 65% - During Training 71% - After Resurrection [b]Personality:[/b] Despite his slightly vampiric appearance, or perhaps complementing it, Harold's sense of humor is primarily sardonic when among friends and none at all when among strangers or new acquaintances. As he is at the forefront of humanity's struggle against the alien menace, there is little occasion for him to smile, and people may only witness sheer anger at the height of battle as his peak emotional response. Nonetheless, he is a loyal comrade who, having known the pain of loss, will go to great lengths to save his brothers and sisters-in-arms and assist them otherwise in the field of battle. Harold is fond of literature. A short novel may often be found on his person while he engages in light reading during free time. The new, cloned Harold has temperamental issues and is prone to bouts of anger especially when engaging Cruxi forces. [b]Background:[/b] Harold was born to Donnell and Caitlyn Buell as the youngest sibling of an older brother and sister aboard Sigma VII-E56, a habitation station orbiting the gas giant Rostosov in the Pugh System. As the planet's orbit was quite some distance from its mother star, the people of Sigma VII lived at all times in artificial lighting conditions, as the sun's luminosity was often too dim. With the Buell family living in the station steadfastly for several generations, their skin was often paler than most, and they shared this complexion with other established clans. Harold, through overwhelming genetic chance, inherited this trait, and early on he could determine Old Blood and New Blood in the station by the phenotypes of the people around him. He went through a mostly normal childhood, attending primary school with the infinitely stretching helium clouds of the gas giant Rostosov just beyond the diamantine-glass window. He was often distracted by the planet's weather even though it was an everyday spectacle, due to the frantic energy the sickly blue gases displayed as they roiled and curled inwards and outwards in an eternal storm, and from the occasional aurorae burst when Pugh's solar output rose for short periods of time. Scolded more than just a few times by the Mistress for being distracted during lectures, a fascination for space travel began to take root in the young Harold's mind, and it wasn't long before he yearned to walk across the stars. His first taste of void travel came during his secondary education, when youths were trained in drills involving extra-vehicular activity, basic first aid, and rudimentary station repairs. As the stations around Rostosov centered their economies around mining Helium-3 from the giant and either exporting it raw or as refined starship fuel, industrial occupations were held in high esteem. Harold's Sigma VII was no exception, so when he graduated at age 16 and began his apprenticeship, he chose one that allowed him to operate a Monitor and Control Overseer that hovered among mining probes in Rostosov's upper atmosphere in order to detect and fix any problems coming from them. This choice combined three things: one, family tradition, as Buells for generations have worked in Sigma's mining industry; two, the fulfillment of what would be expected from a young man such as himself in the society he was raised in; and three, his fascination for space, even if he could only go as far as the other stations. Although he did acquire a love for literature when he found out that, yes, it was uncommon for a mining probe to fail and he needed something to pass the time, Harold was never one for flights of fancy. He knew, as his family and peers did, that he will never be a glorious captain in the Fleet, leading a strike force of Battlecruisers and Carriers to victory against the alien menace, because he was merely a member of the working class. Content to live his life in the shadow of great, cerulean Rostosov, he got a big break when a bunch of Navy officers suddenly visited the quiet, rustic Sigma Stations, whose combined population for 20,000 made for a ridiculously small recruiting pool when compared to urban centers like Sirius Secundus, which boasted sprawling, massive cities wherein up to a billion people lived. He was 19 years old during this time. They stuck out like sore thumbs among the working-class crowd, with their pure white uniforms made of real silk, steel-tipped gazes and proud bearing whose manner bordered arrogance. Medals shone on their chests, more than Harold could count and of such variety that it left him bewildered. These men, who fought for humanity and its place among the stars seemed like aliens to the young man, but when they spoke of seeing the length and breadth of the galaxy and pushing back the Cruxi tide, his adventurous side couldn't be suppressed. The moment they asked for volunteers, Harold raised his hand immediately. Boot camp at Bastion Alexandria proved to be tough on Harold, as he was aspiring to be a starfighter pilot, whose training regimen demanded only the best from cadets. The schoolwork that entailed officer training also proved to be difficult for the young man of a rustic background. Regardless, he pushed through, although only scoring average to above average in all exams, whereas quite a few of his friends excelled. However, Harold was among the third that appeared to have the right stuff for voidborne combat, as opposed to the other two-thirds of his batch that flopped out. In the culmination of a year of intense effort, he graduated, received his Golden Wings badge, got massively drunk with his friends, and then got handed the [i]worst[/i] possible post for a pilot with a shining, freshly-minted Ensign bar: Instead of being sent to the front, he was being held back to instruct a new batch of recruits. Understandably, he was deeply bitter about the whole thing, and he shared this feeling of resentment with others who'd also been held back. Harold and the rest of them did not spend a year training and studying - vomiting in the simulator cockpit and vomiting in the real cockpit - just so their friends could get medals and glory while they got absolutely none. Buell and the others soon learned, however, even through thorough government censors, that their batchmates took part in a failed offensive that saw most of them dead, and the Carrier wherefrom their strike group operated, destroyed. Somewhat humbled by that grim news, Harold and his fellow instructors nonetheless went about their duties with repressed frustration and ire. However, whereas some others vented by yelling at recruits or forcing them to do another 2-hour solo flight with only emergency and back-up navigational tools active, Harold instead joked, and his dark, sardonic humor, aimed mostly at the cadets, proved somehow popular among them. Such was the culture in the classrooms and training hangars of Bastion Alexandria. Halfway into the schoolyear, however, there was a change in the major naval base: assets and scraps of what remained of what was once whole battlefleets were being pulled back from the Halo Stars in a somewhat hasty and disorganized effort at regrouping broken forces from shattered fronts. The grimness of the war situation was only made clear to Harold when his eyes beheld the [i]Augustus[/i], a massive ship-of-the-line, warping in with barely a quarter of her engine block functioning and almost sliced in half by some sort of beam weapon that had raked her amidships. As the buildup of Human forces increased and reserves from stations to the rear of Alexandria were called up, he and his fellow instructors hounded the recordkeepers with questions of their friends, the men they'd graduated with - and it turned out that they were all dead. Not soon after that revelation, the Cruxi attacked. It was an organized, deliberate effort on their part, conducting a sophisticated operation with some of their finest warships and soldiers. While the Siege of Alexandria was mainly a fleet operation, the base itself did see boarders. It was there that Harold first met the enemy, and killed his first. He, his fellow instructors and their students of course did not compare with the Marines in surface warfare against the boarders, but in the few sorties they made in the opening stages of the battle, they surprisingly acquitted themselves with distinction, taking down a large number of Cruxi boarding pods and some of their escorting fighters. Taking some losses, Harold's strike group managed to stall the Cruxi ground forces' operations for some time. Continuing to do sweeps and harassment tactics against the smaller enemy ships while the dreadnoughts brawled it out in massive gun battles as the day passed by, they eventually found themselves whittled down. And with the arrival of a Cruxi carrier, the few dozen remaning fighters of what was once an air group of over six hundred were given the order to abort mission. Complying, Harold lead his team into hasty crash-landings into Alexandria's battered hull. Protecting the crash sites were human Marines whom they joined in the Station's defense. Harold managed to kill two Cruxi stormtroopers before his inexperience in surface operations lead to him being wounded by a plasma grenade that had detonated towards his left side. With serious burns, he fell down unconscious, but was thankfully kept from dying at the hands of a veteran Marine medic. Even with modern medical regeneration technology, the extent of his wounds was such that his left arm never got rid of the ugly, curling burn scars. Harold, along with the rest of the servicemen who fought to save Alexandria, were then regarded as heroes by the government, for without their tenacity and sheer strength of will, the enemy would not have been delayed to the point where Battlefleet Primaris arrived as it did and turned the tide in favor of humanity. For Harold's personal conduct during the battle, he was awarded the Knight's Cross for Valor, and promoted from Ensign to Lieutenant (jg). His wounds, however, were more serious than first thought. Rather than just leaving behind superficial burn scars, it was found that some nerve damage was irreparable - and to a pilot of starfighters, whose controls require the most delicate haptic inputs, this basically meant that the ability to fly such craft now vanished. Harold was devastated. For days, he lay stewing in the hospital bed, mourning both his lost friends and the loss of his ability to avenge them. He then received an unlikely visitor, however, in the form of no-one but the sector's supreme commander himself! When the junior officer saw the aging man enter, he made haste to salute as best he could with most of his body wrapped in bandages, but Admiral Mikawa proved to be a friendly, genial personality who didn't care much for military formality. Their conversation was a short one, not even reaching ten minutes. The Admiral told Harold that he greatly admired his courage and valor during the battle for Alexandria, and understood that the younger man was devastated at his loss of the ability to fly a starfighter. So then, Mikawa offered him a chance to fighting again, this time in another unit, piloting a different vehicle. Curious, Harold asked for details. He was met with a curt reply that stated quite plainly that he was asking for classified information. The Admiral, still smiling, nonetheless produced a document and a pen, and held it out to Harold. "Just sign here," he said. "And you will be able to fight again." Harold, even if struggling, did so. Repressing grunts of pain and keeping his face as straight as possible, he scrawled his signature in the most hideous chicken-scratch. Mikawa, however, was pleased by this sight, and calmly informed Harold that he will be receiving new marching orders soon. Harold in his original form served briefly as the Framewerk unit Team Sigma's platoon leader. He was ultimately felled fighting new and deadly Cruxi war machines and his Framewerk's corpse was scuttled by fellow teammates to complete their mission. Killed in action, Harold was thereafter cloned and resurrected. [b]Notable Deaths:[/b] -Lt. Cmdr. Hugo Kimmel - Commanding Officer -Lt. (sg) George Pius - Friend -Lt. (jg) Revak Tomiel - Friend -Ens. Vernon Micheel - Friend -Ens. Rubik Sarpedon - Friend -Ens. Frederik Suter - Friend -Ens. Umar Torgaddon - Friend -Himself[/hider] [hr] [hider=Current Framework: Elbrus] [b]Framewerk Code Name:[/b] ELBRUS [center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Fh08igC.jpg.jpg[/img] [/center] [hr][b][i]Signature Weapon System:[/i][/b] [b]1x TYPE 300 MODEL 1 GUN SYSTEM:[/b] A slow-firing, semi-automatic gun system notable for its reliability and effectiveness given its weight and caliber class. This weapon's main strength is its ability to deliver effective and accurate firepower in conjunction of Elbrus' advanced fire control systems. In the case that computerized fire control is unavailable due to battle damage or other reason, a secondary autocannon system (Designated "Type 301") of much smaller caliber and less specialized construction is fitted on a separate appendage underneath the main gun and which can be used for manual sighting shots. The Type 300 Model 1 Gun System features a variety of shells with which Elbrus can engage most targets effectively. These shells are: A.) [b]APFSDS-A[/b] - Armor-Piercing Fin-Stabilized Discarding Sabot - Adamantium. These super-heavy shells are made from an ultra-dense Adamantine alloy. Through sheer kinetic power and penetrative ability, any Frame-tier enemy hit by these shells - even by a glancing blow - is sure to stagger. If they are not destroyed by the first shot, then subsequent, swift discharges will be sure to destroy the foe before it is able to recover completely. B.) [b]HEFRAG-TF[/b] - High-Explosive Fragmentation - Timed Fuse. These shells are Elbrus' main weaponry against soft and/or massed targets. These shells use a substantially smaller cartridge than the Type 300 Model 1's armor piercing array, resulting in a lower muzzle velocity and therefore slightly more complicated aiming. However, this has given the shell itself more space for its high-explosive and fragmentation payloads. Its configurable timed fuse allows it to be detonated precisely in the midst of the foe and in mid-air, allowing for the most effective culling of enemy hordes through a combination of high-explosive shock and fragmentation shards. This shell can, as a last resort, be used to combat enemy air or spacecraft by using it like a traditional time-fused anti-aircraft shell, although its low muzzle velocity makes it unsuited to the task. C.) [b]SMOKE[/b] - Smoke rounds. Self-explanatory. These are used to provide cover on the battlefield for Elbrus and its comrades. Elbrus is normally not given a large quantity of these in sorties. The Type 300 Model 1 Gun System has a fire rate of 15 rounds per minute. Elbrus' advanced fire control system allows for all of these shots to be effectively aimed against an unobscured but erratically moving target the size of a standard 10-ton freight hauler up to 30 kilometers away using APFSDS-A shells, and up to 8 kilometers away for HEFRAG-TF shells. The Type 300 Model 1 Gun System is also able to provide limited artillery support up to 60km away with its HEFRAG-TF shells, although it is primarily a short-to-medium-range direct-fire weapon and is not suited for this role. The Type 301 autocannon subsystem is fed with an internal belt that alternates 1 armor-piercing shell per 5 high-explosive shells. Its limited service in more conventional, non-Framewerk weapon platforms has shown it to be an excellent tool against enemy infantry and other soft targets. [hr][b][i]Secondary Weapon System:[/i][/b] [b]Mark LVIII Multiple Fire Control System:[/b] Complementing the Type 300 Gun System is a corresponding suite of comprehensive software and hardware that collectively construct the Mark LVIII Multiple Fire Control System. Elbrus is equipped with sensor arrays able to acquire targets using RADAR, LADAR, Infrared and traditional optical target acquisition. Elbrus is able to freely and easily distribute power from its energy cells to the first three detection modes, allowing for great flexibility on the battlefield. If necessary, the modular nature of the system makes it possible to install active/passive sonar for marine warfare in less than five hours in a standard Framewerk berth. The Mk. LVIII MFCS also sports highly advanced target tracking and firing solution computation abilities owing to a specialized logic core that runs synchronous to Elbrus' own computer chipset. This makes it so that in proper conditions, only few types of Cruxi may outgun Elbrus within medium range owing simply to its constant effective firepower (as opposed to raw firepower). In addition, the system may compile its esoteric data on-the-fly into the standard communication packet format for transmission to any applicable friendly battle-networks for their use and perusal in real-time. Elbrus used to mount guided missiles of the Rostosov's make, but this was abandoned in favor for more electronic space and safety for the MK. LVIII MFCS. [hr][b]Weight Class:[/b] Medium, Line Elbrus serves as part of the Line. That is, it is expected to engage the enemy in open combat with its gun and ultimately preservere. It is expected to destroy the enemy through superior [i]effective[/i] firepower using the advantage given by its excellent fire control system. Moderately armored at the front and lightly armored elsewhere, it is expected to take some hits and remain nonetheless combat effective. The Elbrus is hypothesized to perform well in large open spaces where the Type 300 Model 1 Gun System is able to perform its intended role to maximum effect. Elbrus is not supposed to withstand sustained heavy fire and if put in such a situation, should retreat immediately to an area of advantage. The Framewerk's armoring is considered to be merely acceptable for a war machine of its weight class and is therefore unsuited to leading assaults. Elbrus is also expected to generally perform poorly in close-quarters combat (especially in urban environments) for the same reason, as in such an situation there will be plenty of opportunities for the enemy to get to its thinly protected backside. [b]Special Ability:[/b] ??? [/hider] [hider=Former Framewerk: Rostosov][b]Framewerk Code Name:[/b] ROSTOSOV [center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/oXfRfq9.jpg[/img] [/center] [hr][b][i]Signature Weapon System:[/i][/b] [b]2x TYPE 2500 MODEL 3 41CM GATLING:[/b] Massive cannons firing shells weighing almost a ton at a rate of 1,000 to 3,000 rounds per minute. Capable of suppressing a large area with heavy and accurate firepower in an instant, this weapon system is also given versatility with its variety of ammunition configurations, from high-explosive to armor-piercing to even incendiary. [hr][b][i]Secondary Weapon System:[/i][/b] [b]MK. I GENERAL-PURPOSE CRUISE MISSILE MODEL "ROSTOSOV":[/b] The Rostosov is equipped with an anti-ship missile system capable of taking down ships of frigate type or lighter that has been repurposed for the special needs of a Framewerk. A powerful weapon, it is a three-shot system with no reloads aboard the Rostosov. [hr][b]Weight Class:[/b] Medium-Heavy Breakthrough The Rostosov is meant to be a frontline brawler on the battlefield, bristling with heavy firepower and protected with an all-or-nothing armor scheme where everything facing ahead is fitted with as much armor as reasonably possible, but with its rear areas being rather vulnerable as a trade-off. This is the reason why is it classified as erring towards the heavy side of a medium-class instead of being an outright heavy Frame. Built under the theories and principles of fire superiority, It is expected to engage the enemy in the open field and win through sheer tenacity and sustained firepower output, before moving onwards and doing so again. It excels at engagements at medium range, as it is able to use both its offensive and defensive capabilities to their maximum under such conditions. However, as it lacks melee weaponry, its close-combat capabilities are practically null. [b]Special Ability:[/b] ???[/hider]