There we go, I have finished the sheet for your new commanding officer, everyone say hello to Ulrik Mäkinen. I wanted to get this CS out so that you can all see an example of a sheet that I'd like to see, of course, with your own character and spin on it The rest of the support crew in the forms of our company's main engineer, medical chief and XO will be revealed later and added to the CS as we begin the RP, until then focus on coming up with a character idea. If you haven't already, write down a list of three either Light or Medium mechs that you'd like to see, as I'll be adding them to the random pool from which I'll be drawing our mechs. Always fun to have some RNG, but I want to make sure everyone's wishes are represented :lol [hider=Ulrik] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5ZwNsd2.png[/img] [img]https://imgur.com/WatPjg0.jpg[/img] [color=f7941d]NAME:[/color] Ulrik Mäkinen [color=f7941d]NICKNAME:[/color] Grey [color=f7941d]AGE:[/color] 45 [color=f7941d]APPEARANCE:[/color] Ulrik is unremarkable on first look, and that has served him well over the years. Standing at 6'1", he's considered average height on his home planet of New Oslo, his greying black hair and somewhat trimmed beard giving a contrast to his sharp jawline. With an average build with a just enough muscles to keep finding shirts with wide enough shoulders to fit, he isn't necessarily standing out. However, his face carries a few scars and modifications, souvenirs from wars of past, and the brown marbles that sit under a stern brow glimmer intelligently, observing everyone and everything. [color=f7941d]ORIGIN:[/color] Born on the planet of New Oslo back when it was still a part of Kuritan space, Ulrik was raised in the spirit of both the Kuritans, and the local populace who can trace their origins back to the nordic countries of old Terra. A citizen of the Draconis Combine until very recently, he is now a citizen of the Rasalhague Republic. [color=f7941d]PERSONALITY:[/color] Ulrik is a man weary of life, with an almost inexhaustible pool of both patience and indifference. A military veteran turned to a mercenary, he doesn't talk much about his past or his experiences during the Fourth Succession wars in the Draconis armed forces. He speaks when spoken to or when speaking to someone, never one to draw out a conversation longer than it needs to be. Some may say it's just how he is, but those who knew Ulrik, or Grey as he is affectionately called because of his greying hair, they know that he has reasons to be so indifferent. The wars of past have changed him, and he'll be the first one to admit that he has done and seen things that will forever haunt him in every moment of his life. However, that doesn't mean that Ulrik is a cold or harsh person. Though he might not engage in chit-chat by himself, he has no problem sharing a drink and a few stories, or cheering up a fellow soldier if they need it with a few words of encouragement. He's not the type to crack jokes, but he's a sincere, empathetic person, whose indifference and bluntness earned in the line of duty is reserved for life and the Great Houses, not those around him. Sort of a cold father figure in his own right, he doesn't patronize people, but takes responsibility for his actions and the actions of those around him. All around, Ulrik is a no-nonsense leader who doesn't take no for an answer, but will do his best to make sure his subordinates are safe and taken care of. As long as you don't bother him by asking stories of his military career, Ulrik will always be available to talk with or help, just don't expect a heartfelt conversation about feelings. That part of him is either buried too deep, or it died when he earned his purple hearts. When not on duty, one can usually find Ulrik at the simulators, where he has a bad habit of fall asleep in the pods whilst reading an e-book, instead of using the machines. If not there, then the commander is either spending time at the bar, quietly observing the rest of the crew with a drink by his side, or down in the mech bay polishing every last bolt on his aging [i]Centurion[/i], perhaps the only thing that the commander has publicly shown affection towards. Generally accepting of all people, even Capellans, Ulrik seems to have a particular gripe with the Federated Suns, and it is one of the few topics that can get him heated up to a point where he starts to speak before thinking. Whatever the reason is, he isn't willing to share it with anyone. [color=f7941d]HISTORY:[/color] Born and raised on New Oslo, from a young age Ulrik knew that he wanted to become a Mechwarrior. Raised near the only mech factory in the area of space near Rasalhague, he'd see them machines being built and shipped off almost every day. He was always fascinated with the machines and how they worked, and even though his mother never liked the idea of him becoming a soldier, his veteran dad never refused to let him watch the machines. Perhaps seeing a bit of himself in his son, nowadays Commander Grey sounds a lot like his father that he sometimes mentions during the rare occasions he talks about his past. Eventually, Ulrik left his home planet to enlist in the Draconis Combine Mustered Soldiery. Beginning his career as a humble foot soldier, Ulrik slowly climbed up the ranks until he was able to transfer and take command of a newly formed lance of medium mechs. By this point he had enough experience, and luck, fighting mechs as an infantry to respect their awesome firepower, but also to learn that even the kings of the battlefield can be struck down with enough planning. He was still enthusiastic to finally pilot his lance at a relatively young age and realize his dream, but reality soon came knocking. Medium Mechs are the king of the battlefield, the jack of all trades, the affordable, effective solution to most problems. However, as soon as you're not fighting pirates or inorganized militas, the bitter reality starts to slowly set in: too slow to chase down skirmishing Lights, and too lightly armed and armoured to effectively fight Heavy and Assault mechs, more often than not Medium Mechs become the punching bags in larger engagements, and the first ones to take casualties. Though Ulrik managed to avoid the fate of many others, his years as a lance commander saw the bright-eyed and promising young NCO become the man he is now. Though he rarely talks about his rank and role in both the Draconis and Rasalhague military before he became a mercenary, it is clear he made a solid career out of warfare by the time he retired. Rarely he talks about the "times of peace" as he calls it, but his lips are sealed shut about the Fourth Succession war and the four years since then. Whatever the he did, he will not tell, and it is probably for the best. The only thing to turn an otherwise patient man irate, war is a difficult business, that not many wage for as long as Ulrik did in the 31st century. Officially retired now, he supposedly only asked for his mech as his payment for years of service. Now he serves his home planet and people once more with it, being one of the few commanders chosen to lead the new recruits who are supposed to carry out the unofficial business of the Rasalhague Republic. It's probably best this way if one is to ask Ulrik: he's had enough of being in a military, and finally he gets to dictate where he goes to fight, more or less. Too old and stubborn to quit the one profession he's perfected for a lifetime now, Ulrik has made it clear on several occasions that the only time he'll retire is "When some FedScum shoots an AC/20 through my Centurion's core, and even then I hope to give him a big hug before I go to Valhalla through a fusion fueled blaze of glory." [/center] [hr] [color=f7941d]SKILLS:[/color] [list] [*] Gunnery: 4 [*] Piloting: 6 [*] Guts: 5 [*] Tactics: 7 [/list] [color=f7941d]ABILITIES:[/color] [list][*][i][b]Brawler:[/b][/i] Over the years Ulrik has learnt that often the most effective weapon wasn't his AC/10, and later his Large Laser, but rather the fists on the Centurion. Though by no means an agile mech, he has a way of making the machine dance in close quarters combat. Of course, he knows better than anyone else that if it comes to a brawl, some part of the plan had already gone very wrong. [/list] [color=f7941d]MISC:[/color] Ulrik is pretty seriously addicted to nicotine, to the point where he smokes almost a box of cigarettes every day, if supplies allow it. Doesn't talk much about it, like many other topics, but the few times he commented on it he claimed he needed it for his nerves. [/hider] [hider=Centurion "Kitsugi"] [img]https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/mwo_gamepedia/images/9/94/CN9-AL.png[/img] Type: Centurion CN9-AL Name: "Kitsugi" Mass/Class: 50 ton Medium Mech Armor: 11 tons of Standard Armor Top Speed: 64 km/h Armanents: [list][*] 1x Large Laser [*] 2x Medium Laser [*] 1x Small Laser [*] 1x LRM-10 w/ 2 tons of ammo [/list] Heat Sinks: [list][*] 16x Single Heatsinks [/list] Quirk: [list][*] Improved Targeting (Short) [/list] Misc: "Kitsugi" is Swedenese for "coffin", a derogatory term often used by DCMA infantrymen to refer to 'Mechs. 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