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[b]Name[/b][COLOR=#807B84] – Ezmy Eibril[/COLOR]
[b]Age[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - 18[/COLOR]
[b]Gender[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Female[/COLOR]
[B]Place of Origin[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Munzo[/COLOR]
[b]Type[/b][COLOR=#807B84] – Cyber-Newtype[/COLOR][/color][/SUP]

[sub][b]Mobile Weapon Profile[/b][/SUB]

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[b]Suit Type[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - General-Purpose Mobile Suit[/COLOR]
[B]Suit Style[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Federation, junker[/COLOR]
[b]Combat Role[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Close-range striker[/COLOR]
[B]Suit Armaments[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Twin Beam Spear, Head-mounted Vulcan Gun, YHI YF-MG100 100mm Machine Gun[/COLOR]
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[hider=// PERSONALITY][indent][SUB][b]Pilot Personality[/b][/sub]

[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Reckless Anger[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Ezmy has never been good at controlling her temper, a problem drastically exacerbated by Neo Zeon's conditioning. However, even before being brought in to the cyber-newtype experiments, her parents would have described her as a problem child, which might have been why there was so little fuss about giving her up. Within her is an ugly, angry, violent fire which refuses to be snuffed out, burning brightest in the heat of battle, and the cold of isolation.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Grim Outlook[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Misanthropy was an ineluctable fate; people are disgusting during war, and there’s always war. On the one hand, an almost cruel contempt for life made Ezmy a good soldier on paper, but on the other hand—[i]everything else.[/i] To Ezmy, the only thing more demeaning than being human is being a tool for humans, but dignity was never the thing getting her out of bed in the morning.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Autophobic[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]A misanthrope with a longing for affection might seem paradoxical to some, or perfectly logical to others. Ezmy just finds it humiliating. The love of family, the comradery of friendship, even in her dreams these things are vague and ephemeral. She cannot describe how they feel—or would feel—or just [i]why[/i] she wants them, but she does. She wants them more than anything, sometimes even enough to act like someone acting like a well-adjusted person. But being discarded again, this time by Zeon itself, has done little to change her belief that these intangible concepts, if they’re real at all, are worth wasting on a tool.[/COLOR][/COLOR]
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[/cell][cell][b]Physical Description[/b]
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Ezmy is a built like a spike; short, narrow, deceptively sturdy. Spotty diets haven’t left her with much to build muscle on, but old exercise habits have at least kept her from wasting away. She wears what she can get her hands on, which usually means clothes that are baggy and too big for her, but which are at least insulated to handle the Cathartes’ occasional temperature tantrums. 

Her hair is kept short out of reflex, and her eyes are a dim, earthy brown. Her boney skin burns easily and often, and the multitude of scars left over from childhood experimentation crawl across her arms and spine and up her neck. 

She’s gone out of her way to rip out and stitch over the identifying Zeon crests of her mobile suit gear. The colors still disgust her, but there’s an odd, familiar comfort to the suit that’s kept her from tossing it in the airlock.
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[b]Character Conceptualization[/b]
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Ezmy is Neo Zeon war-chaff brought up in the wake of one loss, and discarded on the eve of another. While initially a promising prospect due to how responsive she was to experimentation, her volatile personality and growing disdain for authority ultimately led to her dismissal after only a brief tour in conflict. Her home, which had so greedily sought her out, was now embarrassed by her, and at the age of eighteen she found herself living the life of a disgraced nomad.

Neo Zeon coaxed the aptitude for violence out of her, and used it to feed her craving for conflict. Now, with the second war behind, Ezmy drifts listlessly in secret, desperate search of anything even resembling purpose. Time alone has awakened a new hunger within her as well, one for companionship. The feeling confuses her, disgusts her, and she does not know how to feed it, nor can she bring herself to ignore it. 
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[b]Mobile Weapon Description[/b]
[color=#807B84][indent]After her dismissal from Neo Zeon, Ezmy came into possession of a seized Federation relic, a nearly two-decade old [url=https://gundam.fandom.com/wiki/RGM-79FP_GM_Striker]GM Striker,[/url] and was sent on her way. 

The thing was hardly functional and took some time to adjust to, and the irony of having to pilot old Federation tech was not lost on her. While outdated in nearly every way, its close-range leanings were at least familiar to her. Passably mobile, with head-mounted vulcan cannons for minor cover, and a twin beam spear, which can be detached into two sabers, what the Striker lacks in range and defense it…well, it doesn’t really make up for it, but it does well enough up close.
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