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[b]Name:[/b] Corinne Shourichi (紅 勝利路)

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Age:[/b] 24

[b]Job:[/b] MAX FIRE 1st Independent Special Squadron Commander, Robot Pilot

[b]Personality:[/b] Corinne is a cocky, commanding young woman with an indefatigable will and awe-inspiring presence. While she likes to take a step back from any personal relationships with those under her command when possible, she is a charismatic leader seized with a singular, forceful - some would say downright demented - sense of humanism and passion for victory. While she likes to think of herself as a just woman, in truth justice is merely one cornerstone of her endless, one-sided quest to better humanity by bringing it to what she perceives as her level. This megalomania, bordering on a god complex, can translate into devil-may-care recklessness with ease, and despite her earned statue as a leader and her [i]desire[/i] to lead, that fearlessness is most often manifested in a hot-headed, stubborn desire to ever allow for an inch of lost ground; death, similarly, is an exit ramp for quitters. In a similar attempt to feed her flair for the dramatic, she will often wear an ornate silver mask into battle or around the fortress, disguising the top two thirds of her face from view from others for the sake of pure entertainment and to cultivate an atmosphere of other-worldliness. 

On her off time, Corinne enjoys a good drink, pop music, drawing, high-stakes poker, and bare knuckle boxing.

[b]Skills:[/b] A gifted drinker, artist, and combat athlete with a propensity for striking. A crack shot with most weaponry at a gun range in her free time, though given her country and the sheer size of her prey, this skill goes underutilized most of the time. Enjoys modeling. Enjoys poker. Enjoys swimming. Enjoys baseball. Hates golf. Preternaturally skilled at flirting with men. Preternaturally skilled at flirting with [i]women.[/i] Open to gender non-binary or otherwise spooky Ougis if applicable.

[b]Short Bio:[/b] The implacable commander began life as an ordinary, if extraordinarily ebullient, child on the Japanese mainland. Her mother had French ancestry somewhere back along the line, but otherwise Corinne was a Japanese child like any other, growing up in a miraculous era of prosperity for a country only two generations removed from the Empire's brutal defanging. Born into a life of relative privilege thanks to well-to-do parents, the young Corinne balanced decent studies (although underachieving for a student with such a dynamic and creative mind) with a zest for new adventure and thrills that eventually led to her purchasing a Celica XX (with onboard nav! The future was here!) and racing it through the streets of Yokohama for kicks through most of her teens and early twenties as a way to make some side income. Though a talented racer who placed in 70% of the races she entered and had a sizable collection of pink slips ripe for the claiming at any time, her real claim to fame came from being able to slip away from any chase, on any street, at any time - a ghost to the National Capital Region's law enforcement. 

It said a lot about her skills that when she [i]was[/i] busted, it wound up being at her parents' hand after arriving at home late one night.

During a two month jail stay until her parents would pay her find the bored, disdainful girl found herself studying military history and tactics, among other subjects, in the jail library. When she got out, on a curious whim, she enrolled in the military. It was within a year of that fateful decision to enlist that the monsters began emerging from the depths, bringing hell from the oceans in a seemingly mindless quest to destroy humanity. Grind humanity, humans like [i]her,[/i] to death underneath their twisted synthetic feet as they stampeded across the face of human civilization and accomplishment.

Enraged at the hubris of these demons, Corinne rose up to fight them - and, in some minute way, succeeded. as she did indeed, somehow, drive to the docks of Yokohama in her Celica XX and open fire with a black market semi-automatic rifle. Astoundingly, she not only survived to tell the tale, but hounded the creature for several city blocks before making an escape when the creature's corpse finally toppled under the weight of the military's full frontal assault. The street racer had once again escaped certain disaster like a ghost, but once again, she was sold out by those who witnessed the tail end of her exploits; by now, several cities had come under attack from the mysterious creatures, and Higini Somporn had harvested the first small batches of Etherion and waxed optimistic about the substance's properties. Desperately in need of pilots for Somporn's mad quest, the local survivor of the Yokohama Miracle Mile was drafted first as a tester for one of the guardian's central pieces, then as a full-time pilot, and finally as a pilot coordinator - serving as one of the liaisons who would be picking and choosing the other pilots who would be taking the fight to the monsters alongside her. [/hider]

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[b]Model:[/b] GAHS-CM-1 Central Module "Lífþrasir"

[b]Specialty:[/b] Prototype Titan Control Module / Autonomous Melee Fighter

[b]Features:[/b] [i]Etherion and Hot Blood Cocktail Engine Compatibility![/i]

[i]Full On Human Spirit Cocktail Compatibility![/i]

[i]One Hell of a Pilot, Baby Compatibility![/i]

[b]Armaments:[/b] [b][i]GOOD OLD-FASHIONED ROCKET PUNCH![/i][/b]

[b][i]OBARI INDUSTRIES CHEST MISSILES! FREE THOSE MUNITIONS, GIRLS![/i][/b]

[b][i]EASTWOOD SUPER TRICK SHOT BEAM MAGNUM![/i][/b]

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] [color=ed1c24][u][b][h3]MUST FIGHT HARDER[/h3][/b][/u][/color][/hider]