[hider=Moses Yazov] [color=lightgray] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]https://tse3.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.fjVo_F0fSU4G5DprkYsf9AHaJo[/img] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][h3][color=9e0b0f]Name[/color] | Moses Yazov[/h3] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [h3][color=9e0b0f]Gender[/color] | Male[/h3] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [h3][color=9e0b0f]Age[/color] | 19[/h3] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [h3][color=9e0b0f]Nationality[/color] | Russian[/h3] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [h3][color=9e0b0f]Service[/color] | Soviet Army[/h3] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [h3][color=9e0b0f]Rank[/color] | 2nd Lieutenant[/h3] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [h3][color=9e0b0f]Experience[/color] | Recruit[/h3] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [h3][color=9e0b0f]Physical Profile[/color][/h3][/sub] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][hider=] [sub] [COLOR=lightgray]• [color=9e0b0f][b]Height[/b][/color] | 5'4 / 152 cm • [color=9e0b0f][b]Weight[/b][/color] | 145 lb / 63.5029 cm • [color=9e0b0f][b]Build[/b][/color] | Short and stocky • [color=9e0b0f][b]Hair Colour[/b][/color] | Black • [color=9e0b0f][b]Eye Colour[/b][/color] | Grey[/COLOR][/sub][/hider] [center][sub][h3][color=9e0b0f]TSF[/color][/h3][/sub] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][hider=] [sub] [COLOR=lightgray]• [color=9e0b0f][b]Type[/b][/color] | [url=https://muvluv.fandom.com/wiki/Su-27_Zhuravlik]Su-27SM Zhuravlik [/url] • [color=9e0b0f][b]Role[/b][/color] | Strike Vanguard • [color=9e0b0f][b]Loadout[/b][/color] • 1x A-97 Assault Gun • 4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines • 2x Arm Blade Motors • Spike Vanes/Blade Vanes [/COLOR][/sub][/hider] [center][sub][h3][color=9e0b0f]Extra[/color][/h3][/sub] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][hider=] [sub] [COLOR=lightgray]• [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QCqk1hstaM]Theme[/url] • Quite proficient in hand to hand combat. Uses it to blow off steam. • Keeps a portable CD player on him practically wherever he goes. Owns a large catalog of music, some of it he even paid for. • His most prized possession is his father's old NR-40 combat knife, notable for its all-black blade and hilt. He keeps it in a leather sheath and carries it with him at all times.[/COLOR][/sub][/hider] [/cell][cell][b] [color=9e0b0f]Personality[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • Aggressive • Courageous • Cocky • Insubordinate • Passionate • Deeply Empathetic Moses Yazov is a young and hotheaded warrior who's out to prove himself to the whole world, consequences be damned. He fights and trains with the raw ferocity of someone that's seen their home ransacked and burned, and he's eager to set himself against the Great Enemy that has so ravaged the Russian countryside. His passionate personality and genuine skill in a pilot's seat makes him a difficult ally to work with- he often thinks he knows best even when he clearly doesn't, and he has a tendency to dive head first into danger. Most of his trainers and commanders think he'll be the first to die in any given operation and its only sheer stubbornness that seems to keep him dragging himself back to base every time. Though oft seen as stupidity, there is genuine courage in Yazov's heart- a willingness to put himself between the BETA and his comrades, countrymen and strangers alike. Moses has a hard time showing it a lot of the time, but he cares quite deeply for the people around him. Sometimes it shows itself in him yelling at them or berating them for their mistakes, and other times it appears in the form of him taking a bullet for them. [/indent] [b] [color=9e0b0f]History[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [INDENT] Born on November 6th, 1985 in a Soviet refugee camp far from the front lines, life's cruel realities were presented to Moses right from the beginning. His father was an officer in the Soviet military, fighting against the BETA on the front and rarely ever coming back to visit his family. Letters were all Moses knew of his father when he was a boy. Letters and whatever trinkets from the homeland that he could have shipped back for his son to know him by. It wasn't hard for a young, impressionable born stuck in a grimy camp to form an image of his father in his mind as a legendary hero and a soldier without equal. He often told the other kids in the camp that his dad was the hero of the Union, and he'd save them all from the aliens singlehandedly. By the time he was twelve, he'd only met the man himself a handful of times, and he treasured the memories of each visit like a poor man treasures gold. He was devastated when the news came that his father had committed an unspeakable act. Sources differed wildly. Some said it was an accident- just friendly fire. Others called it a homicide. Whatever the case, Captain Yazov was charged with killing a fellow soldier on the battlefield and sentenced to death. Treason, they called it. He was executed before Moses got the chance to see him again. The boy had never felt such a rage before. It boiled up in his heart and set into his very bones. His behavior shifted radically, and he made himself a fast enemy of many other boys in the refugee camp, getting into scraps with them often over the smallest infractions. His mother did her best to help the boy cope with what happened, but he had lost his hero. He thought the world too unfair, so he lashed out at it. Some time had passed before something had to be done about him. Mrs. Yazov called on an old friend of her husband- a wounded officer turned trainer of TSF pilots by the name of Gregor Barrikad. Gregor pulled some strings and got Moses into his TSF training program, giving the boy a shot at avenging the death of his father in some fashion. The program breathed a new life into him he hadn't felt before. The gargantuan machines felt like a second skin the moment he stepped into one. Moses had piloting in his blood, it would seem, and he dove head first into the program. All of his rage, his passion, was finally given some direction. He used it to drag himself up into the upper echelons of his class. Technical knowledge was always a constant failing of his, given his distaste for reading, but he moved in his machine better than almost anyone he met as a trainee. He came like a fish to water to melee combat in the suits specifically, his weapons acting as extensions of himself. It wasn't long before he had graduated, and they shipped him off to fight. Battle was not like the training. It was bloody, chaotic and messy. Moses nearly died half a dozen times over the course of his very first engagement. Several of his friends lost their lives right in front of him. It may not have shaken his resolve, but it did make sleeping harder. Time passed, and more battles were fought. He became more proficient in the killing, eventually attracting the attention of recruiters for some strange, multi-national battalion the U.N was cooking up. The 212th Tactical Armored Battalion, they called it. Moses wasn't going to pass up that kind of opportunity, so he took what few belongings he had, kissed his mother goodbye, and shipped off to wherever it was they were taking him. So long as he could kill BETA he was happy to be there. [/INDENT] [/cell][/row][/table][/color] [/hider]