"I have alot to prove! Realize that when you shoot at me!" ♪
Callsign:Wolf
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Role: Experimental Mobile Suit Pilot
Origin: Newtype from Siberia
Personality: Prideful, Cruel, Curious, Rowdy, Gullible, Self-Absorbed.
Known Features: Pale Hair and Piercing ice blue eyes.
Attire: Black Imperial Uniform, typically shrouded in a cloak of some sort out of comfort.
History: Raised deep within the Siberian wilderness, Sagi was brought up as a partial Independent. His tribe were mostly tactical survivalists who neared on zealotry about their political views. They settled in a old city and were wary of the Beloth Empire just like so many of the Independents around them. The tribe was lucky enough to have a capable leader. They were obedient, smart, and patient; slowly but surely building up a small mobile suit corps of ten to fifteen warriors at any given period. The surrounding regions would come to know them as Wolves; hunters who dealt in supplies, weapons, capable people, and Mobile Weaponry. The foundation of the tribe was placed firmly on a single man's ingenuity and a belief that opposed any singular civilization. A belief that followed the ideology and convictions of an ancient figure once deified as 'The Red Comet'.
To say that Sagi should have been brainwashed would be an understatement. His father was absolute in his duty to the tribe but his mother was broad-minded; a daydreamer and natural teacher. Under the guise of staple survival-exercises, she gave him the opportunity to develop a forward-thinking perspective and some empathy. Over time, herself, his father, and a few other tribes members begun to notice he could predict dangerous situations and pin-point vague specifics therein. When she starts to assume that he's a Newtype; she also starts to inflate his importance, believing him to hold similar gifts to their God. By the age of seven his upbringing became stricter. There was advanced lessons, early excursions out into the field, and even ride-alongs with the tribe's veteran pilots. By the age of eleven he was being taught the universal standard of operating a Mobile Suit.
It was also around this time that he started to resent the tribe. By twelve he had begun devising a plan to escape, all while shouldering the facade of being a grateful messiah. The plan was simple, obvious, and perfect. Being coddled over left very few chances for escape so naturally, the 'when' was far more important than the how. He chose the chiefs celebration, a day when ever his mother would be too busy to keep a constant eye on him. On this day or rather evening; the sliver of time where one's guard would relax before tensing for the night, Sagi sought to hijack one of the tribe's premium suits. Unfortunately, fate had different plans. He would be stuck with a hunk of junk, a shameful silhouette of a GINN. In the end, the foreboding that had plagued him for months would come to a head with the death of his mother. A proper sacrifice he supposed for his freedom.
A few notable events between then and now, was a light skirmish as he crossed international lines. The lost of the GINN during an humiliating defeat against a stalwart group of Independents, his crossing of the New Mediterranean Sea, the capture and torture he endured by some Desert Nomads, and his rescue by patrolling Empire soldiers soon afterwards. Turns out freedom was pointless without the power to protect one's self. So he used his smarts. He was open with the Empire about his possible Newtype abilities and from there he ceased to publicly exist. Tests, experiments, all the things you would expect to happen, occurred, and though no conclusive decision has been made or proven, he's been given the opportunity to prove them in service of the Beloth Empire.
Very few knew of his existence but his lackadaisical attitude towards his missions and disrespect towards authority sparked a curious event. Some General named George Eltz called for him at the underground facility he had been stationed at for a previous mission. At first Sagi was prepping himself to completely disregard the blowhard but upon meeting him; Sagi could feel the importance the man carried himself with. Still, he tried to be undeterred. As this man led him through the facility, to parts he had not been allowed in; they came upon the N Dagger N. George Eltz spoke freely but Sagi wasn't sure if any of what he said was true or not. By the end of it all, Sagi angrily challenged George in defense of his piloting skills. The General smirked coolly and offered Sagi the N Dagger N while he would pilot some hunk of junk.
In the end, Sagi lost miserably. He had landed a single potshot on a shield but the instant his location had been found, the General had decimated him. Not a single shot, slash, or trick hit its mark. One thing about the General was that he carried himself differently in a Mobile Suit. It felt like no movement was wasted but the General just said it came with experience and there was a certain threat radiating from him as he did. That day; though painfully defeated and tearfully enraged, Sagi gained tremendous respect for the Empire through his fear of the General.
Skills: Master Tracker, Latent Newtype Abilities, Animal Instincts, Adaptability, Faint Spatial Awareness, Close Quarters Combatant.
Items:
- Military issued Tactical Pistol
- Black Imperial Uniform
- Military issued Tactical Knife
- N Dagger N
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