Name: Mason Ward aka "Reach out and Touch Someone" (last name legally added when he came of age)
Homeworld: Solaris VII
Original Faction: None
Description: Dark hair, gray eyes, fair skin, and a bulky 6'4'' build imply both an interesting heritage and a very cramped cockpit. Apparently in his low to mid 20's a number of scars, several discolored by coolants and other 'Mech maintenance fluids, crisscross his body. A legacy both of his years on the street, fighting for every scrap of food and sheltered nook, and his time as a 'parts monkey', and later as a full Repairman, working on the, often dangerous, insides of damaged Battlemechs. His face remains almost miraculously scarred and the strong features and high forehead like contributed to his big brake getting signed as a Mechwarrior.
Background: An orphan and a street rat Mason grew up in the alleys of Solaris VII. Living in the shadow of the great arenas everything was about the 'Mechs and the those who piloted them. Whenever possible Mason would slip into an arena, both to watch the fight and scavenge from the food and items left behind by the onlookers. After the first few fights he began to get interested in what happened to the 'Mechs after the battles and began slipping into the back areas where the maintenance bays were located. It was on one of these excursions that he was finally caught but his inquisitive questions and apparent skill at getting into odd places prompted the mechanics to give him a job to match the cuffing.
Soon the sight of him hanging upside down by one leg while cutting out damage or replacing a command run in some inaccessible nook of one 'Mech or another became commonplace. His dedicated work at the most difficult repairs, along with his almost insatiable appetite for any knowledge he could find about his metal charges, resulted in a proper contract and a full technician's pay after only a few short years and by his mid teens he was overseeing entire repair crews. Despite his new found wealth and prosperity (compared to a life on the street anyway) his dream continued to be piloting one of the mechanical behemoths he not fixed. His chance came during one late shift when most of the crew were off duty and one of the 'Mechs came in almost entirely unscarred save for a single hit, a lucky shot had hit the cockpit and the substandard construction had resulted in a shard of the windshield impaling the pilot. Given the disappointing nature of the fight and the lack of any other pilots Mason was asked to pilot the damaged 'Mech and offered an immediate contract if he gave a good show. He therefore entered his first battle sitting in a seat still stained with the previous pilot's blood and a foot long hole in front of him... he won with out sustaining any major damage.
Since then he spent several years fighting, refining his natural skill, and saving up enough C-bills to buy his own 'Mech. Now the proud owner of a Griffin-3M he has set out to join a merc group, eager to see more of the universe then the few arenas he grew up in.
Personality: Confident, determined, headstrong, and ready to take on the world. What he doesn't know about 'Mechs is probably still classified, what he does know about the world at large could fill a very small book.
Speciality Skills: Stealthy movement in urban environments, non-standard entry methods (read here: 'breaking in'), knife fighting, improvised weapon use, brawling, 'Mech maintenance and repair, and the ability to make a palatable meal out of just about anything... including e-rats.
Weight Class: Medium
Description: The barrel of the ER PPC and the LRM 20 on this 'Mech have been painted bright red while the rest is a dark blue.
Loadout: ER PPC
Upgrades: Extralight Fusion Engine and DHS
General Armor Values: Not sure. Little help here?