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Jingo

Jingo sneezed into his sleeve. For the first time in his life he was wearing his thermals outside of an NC, the last time he had worn them was back home, inside the frigid cockpit of his mining NC. He sneezed again, cursing under his breath right after, winter was never his season, not even in Falcon Reach, where the temperature only dropped by 10 degrees or so from it's normal 40C but out there driving through the cold, his body was not ready. The cold of the outside was much stranger then the cold of his NC, in the NC it was a dry cold that bit at your skin and made your teeth chatter but this cold, it was like his bones had been soaked in ice water.

Soon, the silence of the ride, that was mostly punctuated by Jingo's sneezing fits, was broken when a woman sunglasses in front leaned back and began talking. It relived him that people began to talk, the quiet had been driving him mad but he was too embarrassed to start the conversation, first impressions and all. Though suddenly it didn't seem to matter how people made their first impressions, the Madison individual in front of him burst into a loud tirade and Jingo couldn't help himself from cracking a smile but it quickly vanished as he sneezed again. He decided it was his turn to speak, leaning off the duffle bag he had used as a pillow, he regarded everyone with a warm smile, ironically it did nothing to warm up the temperature. 

"Nice to see another cripple," he said, spotting Slinky's false finger, he lifted up his prosthetic arm and waved it at him before continuing, "The Name is James, James Strange but I prefer Jingo," he spoke deeply in a soft, Sea (Scottish) Accent, "I use to be the pilot of a mining NC back in Falcon Reach, but had a bit of an accident fourteen years or so ago," he smiled sheepishly and the hole in the side of his face contorted not so pleasantly before he continued.

"Been in Smith's Rest ever since, Worked for doctor Tom if any of ye remember him. Saw that ye guys needed people with experience piloting NCs, so I penned me name down, though it nee occurred to me thought ye would take a man a few bits short of a person." He stopped to scratch his head with the hooked claspers of his prosthetic, "Just thought it was time to get back in the saddle as it were, try my hook at piloting again." He sneezed once more before settling back into his seat and leaning on his duffle bag, pulling his legs up onto the bench as he did. Upon resting his head on the bag, he heard a little clonk, he thought to himself, 'Now I know me skull ain't that empty.' Then it came to him. He rummaged around in his bag and produced a metal tin, he opened it up.

"I almost forgot! I brought Tea Cakes!"

Name: John "Jingo" Strange

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Appearance: 

Jingo stands at 6'6", straddling the the border between tall and freakishly tall, he has a long arm and legs (his left arm missing just under the elbow), with wide sloping shoulders. His body is enmeshed in a layer of muscle, he's not a beast but he is lean and the lines and creases of his muscles are well defined. He has fair skin, crisscrossed with scars small and large a like, notably his tattered left ear and his missing left cheek, leaving his teeth and gums exposed to the air. Jingo has a fairly angular head, with a straight jaw and a thin imperial nose, he has shallow seek bones and a tall forehead with worry lines permanently furrowed into them. His eyes are set pleasantly apart, wide and full with large irises; the right eye is grey and has a very dark, defined pupil, the left one is a dull, watery blue. He has a thick shag of hair on top of his head, the color of hay and almost as course, the hair on his scalp is thicker then the hair on the sides of his head, but not by much; he has the remnants of a rough beard running down his right cheek (hiding the on set of wrinkles) and forming a goatee around his lips, though stopping on the left side because of the skin missing from his face.

When not in combat, Jingo wears an off white sleeveless shirt, now a light grey after years of wearing; on his legs he wears a pair of loose, green cargo pants, speckled with spots of paint and general dirt; on his feet he wears leather sandals and atop his head he wears a red cap. On the stump of his left arm he wears a prosthetic arm, made of yellowed plastic with a small, hook shaped set of pincers at the bottom, he controls the pincers easily enough due to a cable attached to a surviving tendon; on the left side of his torso, front and back, a black sheet of rubber is stretched over his ribs and is held in with medical staples, this is to protect exposed muscle and ribs and he can not take it off. When in combat, he wears the same cargo pants and shirt but a pair of of boots instead of sandals, with thick woolen thermals underneath everything as it gets very cold in the cockpit of his NC. He wears a tarnished pair of dog tags around his neck, with words stamped into it in a long dead language called Anglish.

Personality: Warm and chirpy, Jingo is an overly loud individual with very few layers to him, he enjoys good company and is good to the company he keeps, loving to joke, play around and generally cause good mannered mayhem. He is fond of bantering and often enjoy's having conversations with people, though being oblivious whether they want him around or not. He is not very perceptive, which is ironic because his role is as a scout, meaning he finds it hard to read people, this makes him overly trusting to people who he thinks are good; outside of that sense however he is very perceptive but around "Civilized" folk who live in owns, he assumes they are all family innocent, him himself having very black and white morals. Though he seems overtly positive all the time, he is prone to frustration and heated bouts of cursing at people; he also has a daydreamy, lost in his own thoughts part of him, though he usually drops out of these when there are people around.

Background: 

Jingo was born in a settlement quite far from Smith's Rest, it was called Falcon Reach, a semi subterranean community built into the side of a white limestone cliff, using the natural tunnels and caves as dwelling. Falcon Reach overlooked a massive salt bed, the dried remains of what was once a sea sprawled out all along it, dotted with the rusting husks of stranded boats and ships. His mother was a miner, along with most of the town, she was a small, asthmatic, eighteen year old girl; his father was a Falconer, one of Falcon Reach's elite. They met by sheer coincidence, when one of his Falcon's flew down the mines and his mother brought it back up, soon afterwards they got married, it didn't take long for the pair to fall in love and they quickly got married upon finding that she was pregnant. Seven months later, out popped a pair of twins, Jingo and his sister Lisa, both pursued different paths, Lisa became a Falconer like her father and Jingo became a miner like his mother. He rose to heights as a miner, showing skills in using heavy machinery; he was eventually promoted to pilot a mining NC, he was good at it too. 

One day he was minding his own business, carving away a rock face in his NC, it was a normal day just like any other, too bad it didn't pan out as usual. High above him, blasting was taking place, this was normal, the stones were meant to fall in to the tunnel as opposed to out and down the cliff side but it did. A large boulder fell from the blasting site, launched outwards by the blast just far enough for it to path with Jingo, he saw it fall, he made a move but he was too slow. The left side of the NC was crushed by the immense weight of the falling lump of stone, sending it rag dolling into the floor; inside, Jingo was screaming in agony, the left side of his craft having collapsed inwards and crushing him against his seat. The boulder was lifted off after fifteen minutes, by this pint he had passed out from the pain and lack of oxygen, they had to cut him out as the hatch had been crumpled shut by the force of the falling rock. His injuries were far beyond the healing capabilities of the doctor's of Falcon Reach, so they loaded him into a helicopter and flew him to the nearest place with good medical facilities.

At the time, the best place on the surface to get treatment in Falcon Reach's area was Smith's Rest. Unlike the now it was a thriving town and where there was a thriving town, there were doctors that were more then happy to make a buck off of sick people. Jingo was in hospital for weeks, his arm was completely ruined, that had to come off; the pieces of the left side of his skull had to be reassembled and held in place with pins and all the skin on the left of his torso had to be removed to rebuild his ribs. Throughout this, the doctor's were charging outrageous prices for their services and before long, his father had sold everything he had to pay the up keep. Eventually the family had to give Jingo to the doctor, as a kind of indentured servant, he worked under the doctor as a lackey, sweeping the floors and carrying boxes. After a few years of this, the doctor left, Smith's Rest was in decline and no one could pay for his services, so he took his accumulated wealth and moved into an underground metropolis. However the doctor wasn't completely horrible to Jingo, for years of free work he left Jingo an old auto-shop in the corner of town. He stayed in Smith's rest, not having enough money to get back to Falcon Reach, eventually he integrated, dropping his thick sea accent and getting use to the cold winters.

Tactical Preferences/Skills: 

Jingo prefers either to not get into the fight at all or get all in, he tends to act as a scout, going ahead and relaying information back to the team on what he's found out. His preference is to fight against infantry, medium armor if he really has to but will go out of his way to not face off against anything heavy. He moves fast and tries to make himself hard to hit, taking shots if and when he can but never standing still to do so, preferring to fight just within the range of his guns when it comes to other armor or right in if he is dealing with infantry.

Additional Notes:

Code-Name: The Wessex 

Appearance: The Wessex

Body-Plan/Description: When stood in it's standby stance, The Wessex stands at around ten meters (Thirty-Three feet) high, with the main body suspended by two pneumatic driven legs, Seven and a Half meters above the ground (Twenty-Four feet and nine inches). As mentioned prior, Wessex is bipedal, though not standing upright the way a human would but appearing to have more of a crouched stance that is common of older model NCs. The main body is made of a Tungsten Steel, with the thickest segment being the front of the command pod at Fifty millimeters (Two inches), followed by the flanks at Twenty-Five millimeters (One inch), and thinest parts being the top and rear at Twelve and a Half millimeters (Half an inch), excellent against small arms, anti-material rifles and small explosives but susceptible to artillery, shoulder fired rockets, prolonged heavy machine-gun fire and high explosives. On either side of the main pod, there is a duel, anti-aircraft Fifteen millimeter cannon arrangement, acting as the arms of the NC, they are just lovely against light/medium armor, personnel and aircraft.

Type/Quality: Compared to other NC's, the Wessex is a rather discreet, quiet machine, that doesn't attract much attention to itself, it has a very long range due to it's light construction and a top running speed of Sixty miles per hour, with an optimum cruising speed of Thirty. Due to the powerful piston arrangements in the legs, the Wessex has the ability to jump Fifteen meters (Fifty feet) and land safely, due to it's radial shock absorbers and independent tread pads. These things taken into account, it makes an excellent scouting platform and light support unit. The Wessex is old but reliable, like most old things, it won't ever fail Jingo but it still has some things that are rather annoying, like how the coolant housing is open to the cockpit and makes the space freezing cold, or how it is very difficult to shoot whilst running. 

Equipment:
- Rhythmic Emission Detector: An onboard system that casts a kind of ultrasonic bubble a large area around The Wessex, the computer detects fluctuations and disturbances in the bubble and displays them on the layered display. This allows the Wessex to detect distant heart beats and engines, using a database to interpret the vibrations and narrow down what they could be, filtering out things like animals, wind and running water.
- High Gain Band Scanner: A radio signal scanner that goes through all available bands and pin points any readable ones, though it does this with relative ease, it doesn't have any means of interpreting the data, leaving the pilot to do so by giving him the list of readable signals. It doesn't read cyphers or decrypts enigmas, that is left for the pilot to do, it can only be used when the NC is stationary.
- Albin-Coxwell HD Film Auto-Cam: A high definition camera with a sixty times optical zoom, the images are stored on highly flammable reels of films stored in the cockpit, the gathered intelligence can be transmitted to other NCs but an antenna has to be raised and can only be raised when stationary. 
- Albin-Coxwell Flying Camsmitter: Fired from a hatch on the top of the NC, it is a rocket propelled cylinder with a camera in it, gathering aerial, birds eye view images of the land below, the transmitter has a one mile range but the images aren't as high definition as the Auto-Cam's. The image is viewed as a constant stream by The Wessex and then stored on a magnetic tape wheel, only one stream of images can be stored per wheel.

Armaments: 
- 2x Dual 15mm Anti-Aircraft Cannons

Notes: Many of the parts are a bit old technologically and can easily be out preformed, but he chose them for reliability and low maintenance, which are both important when going on long excursions. Things like the Thermionic Spark Engine (Doesn't produce enough energy to power everything at once but can power things individually for a long time) or the B-55 Series Neural Bridge (Very sparse programming, meaning most things have to be done out of the link), relatively old pieces of techs but not prone to failing or glitching.

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