Name: Frederick Alms
Age: 52 (though his body perished at the age of 31)
Gender: male
Nationality: n/a
Text Color:
This is the color of his speechHeight: 6'
Weight: 175 lbs.
Physical description (put a picture if you want, no anime)
Frederick:
Hologram Frederick:
His Titan, Madrys (Alpha Alpha-5500):
Personality/Attitude:
Frederick (Alms) Is a somewhat loud guy, being made up of metal and all. He is quiet when it comes to people though. Because of this, many people assume that he happens to just be a typical BRD-01 Spectre, at least until he talks. He isn't afraid to call people out on their bull, and actually derives a bit of joy from it. He prefers to work on either his own body or the body of his Titan than interact with others.
Skills/Talents:
Mechanic. <- that's it. He is a really bloody good mechanic.
Favourites/Likes:
Machines
Vanilla
The Beastie Boys
Most Hated/Dislikes:
Idiots, oh god how he hates idiots
Chocolate
Goals/Ambitions:
He wants to create the 'perfect' simulacrum. He wants to create a body for himself that is almost indiscernible from a normal human body.
Strengths:
Sniping. While not being very good in hand to hand combat, Frederick is an accomplished sniper.
Machines
Weaknesses:
Hand to hand combat
Fears:
Being melted down, ripped apart, or having his circuitry removed.
Frederick has a nearly pathological fear of water, as it can short circuit his components.
Hobbies/Interests:
He likes to collect nuts, bolts, and other bits and pieces of technology and machinery
BIO:
(This is being added because of the change in ranking)
Frederick Alms was a genius. He grew up on the core worlds, his skills having been noticed by the IMC at a young age. As soon as he graduated high school, he was enlisted by some of their PR guys. For the next seven years, Alms developed new technologies with outstanding speed, easily rocketing up to the rank of being a legend within the engineers and mechanics of the IMC. However, he suddenly disappeared.
Alms had fallen in love with a woman that lived on one of the frontier worlds. A world that used to belong to the IMC. He had a daughter with this woman. SHe was three. Then it happened. The IMC, fearing that the world was holding militia, attacked. The funny thing, the militia came after the attack started. They, at least, tried to evacuate those they could, but it was too late. Alms wife and daughter were already dead, killed by one of the weapons that he, himself, had developed.
Taking his research on the newest model of Titan, the Madrys, Alms defected to the militia. He had one goal: to avenge his wife and daughter. With a Northstar titan, Alms' name became known to the IMC once more. Though, this time, they were afraid. His skills in being a pilot were easily seen. By the time that the IMC took him down, he had destroyed 75 titans, 15 of which were in close combat, and this was with a Northstar.
However, Alms had taken to copying his mind and uploading it to a BRD-01 Spectre before every drop. With express directions to his friends in the militia, Alms dropped with recklessness. After the IMC brought him down, Alms woke up in the Spectre. Then he disappeared again, for ten years. He finished the Madrys, built her completely, and returned. Nine years have passed since then, and Alms has gained a grand total of 200 kills.
The IMC knows him once more, and they fear him. He is the terror that does not die. He is a legend, a reaper, and an avenger.
