[hider=Juggernaut Sheet][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell=active][center][h1][b]Warg // KZ-127 Strike Unit[/b][/h1][/center][/cell][/row][/table]


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[indent][sup][b]INFO:[/b][/sup][indent][sup][b]► NAME ||[/b] Warg // Designation: KZ-127 Strike Unit[/sup]
[sup][b]► POWER ALLOCATION ||[/b] One (1) [/sup]
[sup][b]► ENERGY ALLOCATION ||[/b] One (1) [/sup]
[sup][b]► STRENGTH ||[/b] Eight (8) [/sup]
[sup][b]► AGILITY ||[/b]  Seven (7)  [/sup]
[sup][b]► ARMOUR ||[/b] Three (3) [/sup]
[sup][b]► RELIABILITY ||[/b] Six (6) [/sup]
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[indent][sup][b]BUILD[/b][/sup][indent]
[sup][b]► CHASSIS ||[/b] Destroyer [/sup]
[sup][b]► ENGINE ||[/b] Fission Engine [/sup]
[sup][b]► FRAME ||[/b] Plasteel [/sup]
[sup][b]► CORE ||[/b] VEGA Interface [/sup]
[sup][b]► RADAR ||[/b] Surface Search System [/sup]
[sup][b]► SHIELD ||[/b] High-Frequency Shields [/sup]
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[indent](Just a brief outline of the juggernaut's overall appearance, its paint/livery, any scratches, burn marks, rust, and so forth. Feel free to stick all the techno-babble in here that doesn't fit in the parts selection.)[/indent]

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[indent]Left Shoulder: [i]Null[/i]
Left Arm: [i]Null[/i]
Back: [i]Jetpack System[/i]
Right Shoulder: [i]Ghostvision Lens System[/i]
Right Arm: [i]Faraday Scrambler System[/i]

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[indent]20mm Autocannon
15.2mm Micro-Rockets (via MLRS System)
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[indent]Warg's color code is [color=3D5540]3D5540[/color].[/indent][/hider]

[hider=Lyall][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell=active][center][h1][b]Lyall[/b][/h1][/center][/cell][/row][/table]
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[sup][i][color=bdbdbd]"This is all there is to know."[/color][/i][/sup]
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[indent][sup][b]BASIC INFORMATION[/b][/sup][indent][sup][b]► FULL NAME ||[/b] Lyall[/sup]
[sup][b]► CALLSIGN ||[/b] --[/sup]
[sup][b]► PRONOUNS ||[/b] Any.[/sup]
[sup][b]► AGE ||[/b] Biological age: 26 / / / Chronological age: 8 years[/sup]
[sup][b]► HEIGHT ||[/b]  5'6" (167.6cm)[/sup]
[sup][b]► WEIGHT ||[/b] 132lbs (60kg)[/sup]
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[indent][sup][b]SKILLS[/b][/sup][indent]
[sup][b]► [Engineering] ||[/b] Through extensive study and practice, Lyall has acquired a sizable bank of knowledge and skill in practical applications of electrical and mechanical engineering.
[b]► [Baking] ||[/b] Lyall is a reportedly proficient cook, though they prefer to stick to baking fortune cookies, for which they write the fortunes themself.
[b]► [Navigation] ||[/b] Through study of survival manuals and some degree of practice, Lyall has become a skilled navigator, even with minimal tools. They are also a very skilled tracker.
[b]► [Hand-to-hand combat] ||[/b] Lyall is capable of holding their own in hand-to-hand combat scenarios, whether they be with weapons or not.
[b]► [Stealth] ||[/b] Lyall has a natural affinity for stealth - and tends to act covertly even when not attempting to do so. They possess an exceptionally light step, and even operate their Juggernaut in a surprisingly clandestine capacity.
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[sup][i][color=bdbdbd]"..."[/color][/i][/sup]
[indent]Lyall stands at 5'6" and weighs about 132 lbs, clocking in with average measurements. They do, however, possess a lean musculature to them that doesn't betray their overall androgynous appearance. Their somewhat unkempt hair, which is honey-beige with oh-so-slight pinkish undertones, is nape-length, and frames the pale, clear features of their face well.

Their eyes, which are most often expressionless, are dark-hazel in coloration, with strong crimson flecks.

Lyall carries themself neutrally, not seeming to pay much mind to their appearance, which, along with their calculated mannerisms and logical mindset, paints them much like a machine - and whether that seems approachable or not is of little concern to them.

When it comes to clothing, Lyall has never paid attention to it outside of a utilitarian capacity. Recently though, they have started to try their hand at "fashion" in small amounts. There is one notable exception, in a fur cloak that was given to them by their father.
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[sup][i][color=bdbdbd]"What do you mean, that is not normal..?"[/color][/i][/sup]
[indent]At heart, Lyall is nothing if not driven by logic. This logical nature and their instincts, alongside the efforts of their father, have kept them alive thusfar. Some may say they think too harshly or plan in a borderline-paranoid capacity, but evidence has shown no reason for Lyall to change their ways.

When it comes to relationships or interpersonal engagements, Lyall exists even moreso outside of the ordinary. The chaotic and unusual circumstances of their upbringing has left them with little in the ways of practical experience with people. Lyall is somewhat naive, inept at any form of deception, ignorant to the nuances of relationships, and gullible towards all but clear enemies. Their father tried to remedy some of the aforementioned points, leading Lyall to develop a protective nature towards any information regarding them or their past. They naturally, being a trained militant, are not prone to giving information that exists in a militarily-operational capacity.

They act in their own self-interest and, in the past, Lyall was content to only take action when they deemed it progressive in some way - but they have been working on enjoying "hobbies" more often.

Lyall has an interesting take on people around them, seeing their comrades as members of a "pack" of sorts. Their moral stances are of dubious depth -- there are few things that will ellicit an emotional response from Lyall, and just as few things that they'll attempt to remedy - as long as the subject at hand isn't hindering their operations or comrades, they are content to ignore many things.

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[sup][i][color=bdbdbd]"It is not important."[/color][/i][/sup]
[indent]Lyall was, in their creation, a property of an independant cloning facility. Said facility was an employ of a promising upstart cloning company, and Lyall was, depending on how you see it, unfortunately the first of the facility's prospective batch of first-series vatborn people. Said company wasn't capable of continuing its productions, or even finishing the production of Lyall themself, however, as it was unexpectedly caught in the crossfire of a series of riots, military responses, and, ultimately, gruesome warfare. In fact, the facility itself was victim to a series of bombardments which ultimately left it in complete disarray.

It was in the disarray and rubble that Lyall found themself, bruised and bleeding. They were scared, confused, and in pain. As soon as they had been thrust into the world they had been crushed by it. Their vision was fading as they heard voices growing ever closer. Mere moments before they lost consciousness, Lyall was found. Found by.. a soldier, of some kind. His face and voice were rough, but his eyes were.. kind. A concerned gaze directed at them.

It was at that moment that Lyall met who would become, for all intents and purposes, the only parent that they'd ever know.

During the time it took Lyall to recover, they came to know the man as Arvid Andersson. A Mekhanaut who served the Sirian Empire, as his fathers before him had.

In the following months, and then years, they grew to know eachother, even if most of the time it was through radio communication, due to Arvid being away from home, fighting. During this time, having nothing better to do, and seeing it as one of the only logical things [i]to do[/i], Lyall learned all they could about the world around them - taking a particular interest in their newfound father's line of work.

And that's most of what they did for almost five years, day after day - study and chat, with just him. Until one day, their father stopped replying. It was a number of grueling, worrisome months before their father's station contacted them. He was gone.

It was difficult for them to accept. But it wasn't long before the situation was forced.

Naturally, the empire wanted to service Arvid's Juggernaut again. But Lyall wasn't ready to let it go. It had been the only thing which they'd known to rival Arvid's care for Lyall themself. The mech was important to him - and so it would be important to Lyall, too. In a moment of rare hastiness for Lyall, they attempted to enlist themselves into the Sirian military. Fortunately, they were more prepared than most. Passing the initial exams with flying colors, Lyall was readily accepted as a trainee Mekhanaut and started their journey in their father's footsteps.
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