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[color=2E2C2C][sup]_______________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center][hider=Personal Data][indent][sub][b]D A T A[/b][/SUB]

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[b]Full Name[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Alan Fouren[/COLOR]
[b]Callsign[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Wild Wolf[/COLOR]
[B]Age[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - 22(b. 2656)[/COLOR]
[B]Birthplace[/B][COLOR=#807B84] - Dead Springs[/COLOR]
[b]Pilot Type[/b][COLOR=#807B84] - Assault[/COLOR]
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[hider=Psyche Analysis][indent][SUB][b]P S Y C H E[/b][/sub]

[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Jocular[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Alan's quick wit is colored by his entertainment choice: collecting old digital copies of volumes of books; which he has read over the years. He will call a sassy child Alice, akin to Alice in Wonderland; but his favorite [i]noms des plumes[/i] to give outcome from his favorite collection of stories: Tennyson's Le Morte d'Arthur.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Creative[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Being a waster by birth meant no scrap went unused, and survival hinged on how far you could make your food last and gear hold up. Alan has stretched this way of life to its logical extreme with 5 years as a wasteland merc, jury-rigging the Wild Wolf, and spot-repairing the best he can. This also leads to his more...creative outbursts in conversation or his own little [i]schemes[/i] which tend to be overly convoluted and a tad ridiculous.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Insular[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]While his front-facing attitude makes Alan seem quite affable, the copious walls, fear of commitment or growing close to others, and his tight-lipped attitude towards his past and dreams mean he will draw you in only to keep you at arm's length. So far he has never let anyone close enough to see his heart.[/COLOR][/COLOR]
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[hider=Gear][indent][SUB][b]G E A R[/b][/sub]

[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Inventory Item #1[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Description.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Inventory Item #2[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Description.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Inventory Item #3[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]Description.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/SUP][/indent][/hider]
[hider=Neural Combatant][indent][SUB][b]N E U R A L   C O M B A T A N T[/b][/sub]

[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Armor[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]At first some believe the Wild Wolf to be a raider’s mech due to its patchwork customization and scrap aesthetic. But Alan’s fine-tuning over the years has allowed him to make Wolf’s awkward platform work for him, and he has made the Wild Wolf into a dangerous machine. Areas around important joints are more thickly armored, and other areas have been stripped to the bare necessities, allowing for maximum maneuverability and mech survivability. The colors are a mix of rust-browns and dark greens over the mech, and where a corporation logo would go, Alan has his custom stencil of Wolf’s head.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Main Hand[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84][u][b]Heavily Used LFR (Light Frame Rifle)[/b][/u]
30-round magazine rifle with anti-armor ordinance, short-to-mid range.

[u][b]Underbarrel HFG Launcher[/b][/u]
A 3-round grenade launcher attached to the LFR. Equipped with standard fragmentary grenades. [/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Off Hand[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84][u][b]Scavenged Light Grinder Blade[/b][/u]
A heavy blade with a thermal super heating element; meant to pierce and then tear pieces of a mech apart.
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[COLOR=SILVER][b]Back[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]N/A[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Left Auxiliary[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84][u][b]Grapple Tether[/b][/u]
Arm-mounted grapple launcher with an industrial NC winch system. An odd armament for a combat NC, but its varied uses have saved Alan multiple times in the past.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Right Auxiliary[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84][u][b]Electrical Discharge Cannon[/b][/u] 
Emits high-powered electrical bursts at close range. Can temporarily disable an unshielded NC or cause damage to the pilot in the cockpit. 
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[hider=Relations][indent][SUB][b]R E L A T I O N S[/b][/sub]

[sup][COLOR=SILVER][b]Ryn Dradht[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]A child merc Alan met working in the wastelands. A hellion, a foul-mouthed little shit who constantly got Alan and herself into deeper trouble, usually because of her mouth. Alan worked multiple jobs with her over the years, and the two took longer contracts together until Ryn started becoming [i]too close.[/i]Not in a romantic sense, but in a sense that she saw Alan as someone to team with...permanently. And with his motives and goals, he could not drag the girl into his secret war. [i]So he left like he always does.[/i][/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Colton Barnett[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]An info trader located in the great divide, Colton doesn't exactly have a place where he lives but rather various caravans and stops along the road where you can find him. If you need work or information, Colton is your man. Alan has been a steady mercenary receiving contract for Colton for five years and has gained at least a modicum of respect from the man at this point. If it's info or work in the waste, Colton is your best first bet.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][b]Pilot of the Golden NC[/b]
[COLOR=#807B84]This person, whoever they are, represents everything to Alan. If you have any information on the whereabouts of this pilot of their NC, Alan will come around asking eventually. And he is not afraid to kill when it comes to this mysterious person.[/COLOR][/COLOR]
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[/cell][cell][b]Physical Details [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b]
[color=#807B84][indent]Life as a mercenary has turned a once thin, lanky young Alan into the gnarled man that now pilots the Wild Wolf. His face still denotes some tinge of handsomeness under the usual gleam of oil and dirt, but time and stress have caused early wrinkled to appear on Alan’s forehead. He also has tinges of gray appearing in his dark brown hair now. He stands at an average height of 5’10, and his arms and legs are quite muscular due to the labor that comes with self-maintenance on an NC. 

Alan’s usual facial demeanor among strangers is a lackadaisical and goofy attitude. A half-cocked smile, a wry grin, and a gentle chuckle are commonplace for Alan in a canteen or a meeting room. It’s when he gets to know someone or when things get serious that his demeanor changes into a cold stare; revealing his dark green eyes. He usually has bags under his eyes, both in part to a lack of good rest and due to the mental strain, the Polaris shift has done to his brain. His dark, spotty beard is usually unkempt but thin, and his hair is kept in a messy cut, never long, but always disheveled.[/indent][/color]
[b]Background Information [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b]
[color=#807B84][indent]Alan grew up in Dead Springs, near the Atlanta Megacity in Fairbanks. With small ruins and tons of junk, it became a frontier trading post between the larger megacities in the lower Fairbanks. Still, living in the frontier comes with danger: raiders especially. The test came to Alan’s town later in his life, when he was fifteen. Thinking of a chance to provide for his family and give them a better life than living in a junkyard town, he took his chance with the surgery. Still, a town needs money to pay its pilots. And Dead Springs was no megacity. But when you’re in a junkyard, you can find many wondrous things: including the frame of the Wild Wolf. Found nestled away in a collapsed compound in the ruins, the frame had been stripped of armor and a core, leaving only the skeleton remaining: a remnant of what it could be. But a frame would work: with money raised for a core, and what armor and armaments the money could afford; the WW was rebuilt piecemeal. But it worked. 

Alan took up sorties with local combatants, as well as defense jobs in the area; providing for both his home and his family; allowing them more luxuries than a Junker’s life can provide. But more than that, he fought to bring them some semblance of peace. However, a roughshod mech is only as good as its parts and pilot allow; and it was on these sorties that Alan met real terror. A team of outdated and hand-built mechs doesn’t usually fare well against well-trained and well-equipped soldiers; especially deserters from Atlanta. Outmatched and outgunned, Alan’s compatriots were slaughtered, and he was left broken and left for dead; a heavy grinder blade dug into his cockpit and tore the metal apart, giving him his facial scar as a reminder. Alan's final memory of that day was a large custom NC with golden plating, inspecting Alan's damaged frame and simply walking away. 

The deserters didn’t simply wipe out the defense party; they came to Dead Springs. The town and its people burned. By the time Alan had made his way to his hometown, he was too late. The sight of his family and friends slaughtered awoke something inside of him: a beast; a wild, rabid dog that fed on all of Alan’s negativity towards his weakness came to life. It consumed him and drove him to fight. He survived, and he kept the Wild Wolf alive using the parts he could salvage from his fallen comrades. Metal scavenged from the destroyed ruins of his town strengthened his armor-and he went hunting. 

Surprise attacks. Traps. Decoys and delays. Alan learned to fight his new enemies with his mind to make up for his glaring technological weaknesses and his lack of combat skills. And when it came to combat, the harder he fought, the higher his synchronization grew with the Wild Wolf. Between perfect synchronization in battle and the tactical advantages Alan created in combat, he’d gotten his revenge at the cost of serious damage to his NC. But the leader, the Golden NC, was nowhere to be found during this time. When Alan returned to the Atlanta burrow with news of the attack and these deserters, he was blacklisted from the job board, removed from the local registry, and told that it was simply a raider attack and nothing more. A week later, towns near Dead Springs claimed allegiance to the Atlanta Burrow, and most residents were relocated.

The official story was very sanitized, censored, and lacked anything about Alan. Alan's interpretations have been classified or simply ignored by Fairbanks staff at the Atlanta Burrow. With that, Alan left the Atlanta area and made his way across the continent, working for various settlements and cities. Alan began to make a name for himself over six years as an honest mercenary who got jobs done professionally. He grew his network of other mercenary pilots in Fairbanks, DV, and other areas. 

During his tenure working as a mercenary, Alan upgraded the Wild Wolf’s systems and learned how to survive in the harsh wastelands by himself or with a squad. Still, Alan’s travels were always influenced by his one true goal: to find the Golden NC and finish what was started so many years ago. 
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[b]Polaris Shift [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b]
[color=#807B84][indent]Alan was tested at the age of fifteen in his community of Dead Springs, and while he held a solid synchronization level during his first years as a community pilot in the Atlanta area, it wasn’t until his entire squad and home were destroyed that he experienced his first perfect synchronization, which is partially in line with the fact that he survived such an experience. In the six years since he has undergone perfect synchronization a handful of times, but in recent years he has been suffering from “memory bleeding.” In a sense, he is undergoing extreme mental dementia, where he experiences the memories of someone else. Memories include a pre-war forest in the morning, a sunrise, and snowfall. If left untreated, Alan can become lost in the memories, and become confused and upset when he is brought back to “reality.” He takes a low-dose prescription for now, but it only helps treat the symptoms, as his steady mental degradation is irreversible.

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[b]Personal Mission [color=WHITE]◢[/color][/b]
[color=#807B84][indent]Alan will stop at nothing to find the pilot of the Golden NC, and his journey has led him to join up with an actual band of people; something he would [I]never[/i] normally does. Someone or something has brought him into this group, and regardless of what exactly [I]it[/i] is, it undoubtedly has some tie back to the Golden NC pilot. It doesn't matter how deep into hell Alan has to plunge himself to find the answers he needs, as long as the road leads back to this person. What he plans to do when he finally does come face to face with the killer of his past? Perhaps Alan does not even know. 
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