Alrighty! After talking things out with Vergil, and making some much needed modifications, here is my legitimate character submission.
FemalePlanet or colony of origin:
MarsAppearance: Brief History and Motivations:
Shana was born and raised in the slums of the Martian industrial districts, where her father ran off to Earth before she was even born, and her mother had so little money to her name that Shana essentially spent every waking hour alone because her mother was always out working, and trying her absolute hardest just to keep her and her daughter's heads above the water. Life was a constant struggle for the two of them, though when she was only eleven years old, Shana would make the decision to leave home along with a friend of hers, where the two of them would join up with one of the many, many small time criminal outfits that dotted the Martian slums. Due to it's overwhelmingly industrialized nature, and the lack of a solid economy to give people a solid ground, it was only natural that Mech theft became a prime flavor for how small time criminals were able to amass their fortune and fame. At first it was relatively simple, the outfit only having the two children break down small components to find out what could be sold for scrap metal, and what had to get sent to the fine parts section instead. However, as they got older, more and more responsibilities got placed on the two of them, and around age 16, Shana was starting to get tasked with the thefts of the mechs themselves.
This involved little more than breaking into a completed mech cargo bay, letting one of her comrades crack open the cockpit, doing some hotwiring, and walking right out the bay door in her new prize. It wasn't anything complicated, but it gave her a basic, fundamental understanding on how to move the gigantic robots, something that would come into play later down the line, when a young man she met during one of their 'joint heists' expressed an interest in going clean, and using his intimate mechanical knowledge of how to maintain/repair mechs for something far more meaningful than just ripping down the belongings of another, and selling them across the black market. Seventeen years old at the time, Shana ended up spending nearly a month dwelling on the thought. She'd spent the most defining years of her life with the same seven or eight people... Even when that childhood friend of hers that had gotten her here in the first place moved on to a different group, she opted to stay.
In the end though, when all was said and done, she called him up and expressed her interest in going clean as well. In the end, she did want to try and leave her old way of life behind her, she wanted to try and make something of herself... Be somebody more relevant than just the girl that stole that one mech, and made her co-workers a boat load of money. And so, with one final job, one last robbery from a small and relatively unassuming freelance battling crew that had made the mistake of staying in their city for the week, the Lefabre crew was born, both members changing their last names and posing as a brother/sister pilot and mechanic tag team. They fled town as quickly as they could, scrubbing themselves of their criminal records and taking to small scale backyard tournaments with their newly re-specced, re-licensed, and re-painted mech that they had re-acquired, the Einenlancer.
The only problem that stood in their way was the fact that taking part in combat tournaments required Shana to be a combat pilot, when she'd only walked and run the giant things around a little bit.
Piloting was extremely different from raw mechanical work, and although she had piloted mechs countless times growing up in her old outfit, moving the thing around and wielding it in combat were two entirely different beasts. It was stressful, exhausting, frustrating, and there were times where Shana felt like she just wanted to spend an evening curling up in a ball and crying because of just how bad she felt at it... But the sensation of victory she got, the adrenaline flowing through her veins... No matter just how taxing on her body and mind combat piloting turned out to be, Shana always found herself crawling back ready for more, and going to bed each and every night with thoughts about how she could do things faster, smarter, smoother... Were she a more jaded mind, she would consider her newfound addiction self-destructive, but the pain, the headaches, the stress got less intense each and every time she gripped those controls. Everything felt more organic, the arms and legs of her mech felt more and more like extensions of her own body. Before long, she felt like she was ready to stop fighting in the underground fighting arenas and back alley tournaments, and head for the big leagues. It was just a huge pain in the ass that Mars didn't have any sort of middle ground in between fighting under the table in matches that didn't count for jack shit, and the big leagues... The closest comparison would be like playing backyard baseball, and then suddenly finding yourself pitching for the MLB.
Nevertheless, she and Nathan, her new 'brother' moved forward to try and get themselves a big name sponsorship. If they could do that, then the rest would work itself out... It didn't matter what it took, how difficult it was, or how many things stood in their way, their lives as criminals and thieves was going to come to an end. Three years of training and combat experience in the underground martian circuit was enough to get her in to the big leagues, right? She could only hope...
ScoutMech Armaments: Default loadout
Special systemMech Appearance: Writing sample
Shana gripped the handles inside Einenlancer's cockpit harder, her heartbeat quickening as she stepped out onto the battlefield. Seeing as how this was just an underground circuit, it was basically just a huge battle arena akin to the Roman circular coliseums of old, no real area hazards or gimmicks to speak of outside of it's huge, rocky sloped boundaries. She was going to have to be smart if she wanted to use the rubble and debris scattering the arena as enough meaningful cover to stop her from getting shot to bits... Looking at her opponent, she sighed in relief at the sight of another scout type mech, and while this one seemed to be a bit behind the technology curve when compared to Einenlancer, she couldn't disrespect the fact that it was loaded out with a Bazooka... One direct hit from that thing, and it was going to be light's out for Shana... That, or it could just peg two or three of them nearby, and catch her in the explosions. There were quite a few win conditions that this beater had, but as long as Shana kept them in mind, and didn't give her opponent any of those openings, things should work out just fine...
The buzzer rang out, signaling the start of the battle, and almost instantly Shana was transforming into her buggy, zipping away as a round fired onto her previous position, a huge explosion racking against the now closed entry gate while Shana simply saw the plumes and flames in her rear view mirror. So he was trigger happy, was he? That was good to know. Slipping behind a piece of debris, she transformed back into her humanoid form and looked upwards, watching as her opponent seemed to be doing the same, albeit a fair bit slower since he was stuck to his humanoid form. She stood up quickly, opening fire on the exposed figure while he was still making his way to cover. To her delight, she noticed that she was able to get in a few pot shots around his knee joints. Nothing more meaningful than some dents and some scratched paint, but it felt good to draw first blood. With her opponent now behind cover, Shana quickly went back into buggy form, zipping around the outlines of the arena far faster than that rocket launcher could get a proper bead on her. As long as she kept the petal to the metal, and kept an eye focused on her opponent, he wouldn't be able to fire on her without running the risk of just wasting more ammo for no real gain.
She traced him with his eyes, her opponent being clever as he used the time where she was stuck in buggy form to boost upwards, standing atop the border of the arena as he brought his rocket launcher down towards her. Just what in the world was he firing at, though? She didn't see how he was going to connect with any of them... Still, bazooka rounds fired off one after the other, some of them getting surprisingly close and forcing Shana to veer off to the sides in order to not get blown to bits. She had to give him credit, either he was using some kind of advanced targeting system, or he was just really
good at reading her movements. She transformed back into a mech, hopping up onto one of the rocky slopes where she would unload a clip from her assault rifle while she was off against his flank, just below and to the right of him. The ground beneath his feet caved a bit, but it was only enough to cause him to boost off of the ground. Yeah, it was clear that this guy was using enhanced jump boosters, ones more potent than what she had available since he was able to move from a dead halt like that. Looking over towards him, she cursed loudly, realizing that he now had the flank on her while he was still in mid-air. He fired the bazooka once more, Shana dropping downwards to avoid the first explosion, but she'd have bigger problems to deal with once the round collided with the wall.
The rocks shifted, whined, and caved under the explosion. Rocks came tumbling down, smashing into Einenlancer one after the other and sending her off the rocky slope, and crashing down to the ground below as boulder after boulder slammed into it's hull. Dazed, Shana groaned as she rubbed the back of her head where it had slammed into the cockpit behind her. "Damn it..." She got cocky, her arrogance now causing some pretty severe damage to the hull as she slowly started to make her way out of the rubble. Looking up towards her opponent, she counted her blessings at the fact that his clip had run out, and he had to use the entire time reloading after he slammed back down into the ground, his leg joints clearly taking some pretty severe hits of their own once his jets gave out and he came crashing down. She transformed quickly once she broke free, speeding away as she kept to the outsides of the arena. He wasn't able to move as easily now thanks to his damaged legs, but he was still able to limp his way to a piece of rubble to hide behind... However... Judging from the fact that he was now sandwiched between that piece of metallic rubble, and what looked to be a particularly oddly shaped rock that slanted upwards, Shana saw her opportunity.
She drove as quickly as she could, slamming on her speed boosters as she zipped around faster than he could react in his damaged state. She flew right off to the side of him, still speeding as quickly as she could before she slammed on the emergency break and tilted the steering wheel slightly, causing the buggy to slide around 180 degrees to where it now faced that slanted rock head on. Speed boosters were back on, and the buggy drove up the rock at full speed, ramping off of it, as it started to fly towards the mech. Shana transformed back to mech form in mid-air, using one of her leg jets without it's brother to shift her weight over towards one leg while she still moved towards her opponent with all that built up speed and momentum that she'd built up in buggy form. With a fearsome shout, Shana used the jet booster on her leg to slam one of Einenlancer's feet into the side of the other mech's head with so much speed, force, and momentum the whole opposing frame let out a huge groan of metallic agony, the head's sockets snapping and breaking, and nearly ripping the whole head off with one single, decisive move as the older mech slammed into the floor.
Einenlancer's left foot was fucked, but it didn't matter. Still in humanoid form, she kept to her knee and pulled out her heavy pistol, emptying an entire clip's worth of rounds right into the downed scout's rocket launcher wielding arm. The rocket launcher was dropped, the mech's hand looking more like a pile of molten slag by the time Shana was done with her point-blank clip. Well... Einenlancer's repair costs were going to be pretty overwhelming after this, and Nathan always bitched whenever Shana fought too recklessly, but it was a victory, wasn't it?