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IC: Iral Vijil

"So what? We split up into small groups and move out? Duos, I suppose?"
IC: Iral Vijil

Another mech impacted the ground, quickly standing upright and pointing its autocannon experimentally. Iral spoke over the comms, sounding clearly more in the zone and focused than before. "Tiger number 1 dropped and operational. Stalker Judge ready for combat."

"They'd be expecting police forces, correct?" He asked, surveying the landscape.
IC: Iral Vijil

The Hihijli audibly sighed, rolling his avian eyes. "Do you ever talk about anything other than killing?". Juliana's observations stopped him from commenting further, though. It was somewhat worrying that a bunch of mercenaries were called in as opposed to highly trained police outfits.
IC: Iral Vijil

"Y-You-Nevermind! It's fine! I'm fine!" Iral tried his best to calm himself, muttering something to himself (not so quietly) about humans and how selfish they are. "Let's just get going."
IC: Iral Vijil

Listening into the chatter, Iral's eyes widened as he realized Winters' callsign. If he had a heart monitor, it would have been beeping like all hell. "4? 4?! I told Faust to skip that number! It's unlucky! Cursed! Why would you ever choose 4?!" His voice was audibly getting more panicked and quicker.
IC: Iral Vijil

The raptor clambered into the shuttle, strapping himself in for the ride. "Tiger number 1 in and ready for departure." He said, feeling his sidearm to reassure himself he hadn't left it.
IC: Iral Vijil

Iral stood up, moving to the exit with the rest of the Lightning Tigers. He had nothing to say for the moment, mostly because he believed this would be an easy paycheck.
IC: Iral Vijil

He silently hoped that, if that were the final decision, he wouldn't get put with Brae. In fact, even if he wasn't working with an Apatagor (Or heaven forbid a human), he'd still much rather handle himself on his own.

That being said, moist swampland wasn't his territory either. The Judge's jumpjets would allow him to stay airborne for very brief moments but he would most likely be stuck in the mud for the majority of his time on the ground. Perhaps teaming up wasn't such a bad idea...
IC: Iral Vijil

The Hihijli's arms were crossed. "Does it matter? If we don't outnumber them we'll definitely outskill those degenerate bastards."
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Name: Iral Vijil

Age: 31

Species: Hihijli

Gender: Male

Appearance: Iral has an appearance a little like a feathered raptor, but an elegant one, in a way. He's covered in brown feathers, like those of a hawk, and his eyes are a piercing blue, like that of the ocean. He has talons on his hands though he tends to keep his shorter and less sharp than the rest of his species. Both of his lower legs are cybernetic, blown off at the thigh by an enemy mech a long time ago. He tends to keep himself in good hygiene and appearance. He has a small but long scar beside his left eye. Outside of his mech, he tends to wear a grey military jacket, and regular cargos and boots to cover up his legs.

Equipment: He keeps a sidearm pistol on him, as well as a few spare mags in his jacket when he's wearing it. Otherwise, he doesn't keep much on him. He refers to it as being "lightweight".

Skills: Iral's excellent with marksmanship outside of the mech, and is a good navigator. Though he doesn't like to admit it (and has indeed started fights over people pointing it out), he's also surprisingly good at singing. He is telepathic with the rest of his race.

Personality: Iral Vijil is a snarky and somewhat distrusting mercenary. He continously expresses dislike and often disgust for humans, but tends to leave the minority of other races on the Argonaut alone. However, compared to the rest of his race, he is mild in his dislike. He holds some respect for Natalia Faust, his commander, possibly due to her prowess in battle.

Bio: He was born on one of the smaller worlds populated by the Hihijli, and lived a calm life until he was conscripted for the military for a very short, but painful war that lasted only a year or so, during which his lower legs were completely blown off along with the lower half of his mech. Only days after he was treated in the hospital and given cybernetics, the war ended, leaving him jobless and very much alone. Leaving his home planet, he decided to become a mech mercenary, taking his above average record in the military as a mech pilot. But the Hihijli themselves did not usually form mercenary groups, considering them to be greedy and untrustworthy. So, Iral joined the Lightning Tigers, despite his preferences. His exposure to humans was jarring at first, and caused more than a few arguments and standoffs, but his prowess and enjoyment as a pilot made up for it.

Weaknesses: He is sometimes arrogant. He's also afraid of the Apatagor, caused by a rumor spread on his home planet about their military eating their enemies corpses. As a result of being blown up in a Mark 4 Direwolf, he's also chronically afraid of the number 4, to the point that even seeing it is enough to put him in a bad mood and cause him to perform below-average. This extends to his teammates having the number 4 on their mechs as well.

Mech Name: Stalker Judge

Mech Chassis: Coyote Mark 2

Mech Class: Light

Appearance: The mech stands upright, and is relatively small. It has a sharp aesthetic, and Iral has spray painted sharp red teeth and eyes onto the mech's "face", which sits as a small angular fixed addition on the top of the torso. It is primarily army grey, and has white accents. The hand and wrist of the mech appears to be painted red as if it was splashed in blood permanently.

Center Torso Hardpoint: Light SRM, Machine Gun Array

Left Torso Hardpoint: Jumpjet

Right Torso Hardpoint: Jumpjet, ECM

Left Arm Hardpoint: Medium Slug Autocannon (Fills the whole hardpoint)

Right Arm Hardpoint: Light Laser mounted on the arm (He uses this one as a hand)
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