Mercenary born and raised, 5th son of a well to do mother and a belligerent and abusive father whose dream was to make it big and retire on the one "great mission."Details concerning his person:
LM is lanky, yet very precise in movement. He is also not very tall, standing in at 1.71 m tall and weighing 62 kg. He is not a commanding type, preferring to with hold his input and use it as critique later once a plan is well into its execution. Quite knowledgeable and book smart, he lacks any real sort of conviction, usually working hard with what he knows and playing equally hard after wards. He is not unfriendly, yet he is not all that approachable. Oh, and dont ask him to open something you cant break a seal on, or lift a share of a heavy burden. There is no dynamo hiding in his almost unhealthy and slight frame.Limited Biography, or what the world knows:
LM grew up with 11 other siblings, 8 boys and 3 girls. Life before he fully came into what little height he had was a live it by the moment and seat of your pants type of day. He achieved his full height at 8 years of age and weighed nine tenths of actual now. This gave his parents great hope, in that they knew
he would grow to become a titan once he hit puberty. Well, genetics had a different plan for LM. It so happened that he was bracketed in birth by stocky and chiseled males of whom his parents eventually prized above all their children. In fact, LM was labeled as the mistake that needed to have been to produce the sixth child, the fifth boy, that masked the physical prowess of the fourth child. He became the runt of the litter. His body, which would have grown as it did any ways, further accentuated his treatment by his family and others and made his deficiencies worst.
Yet, he excelled in other areas purely as a means of survival.
First and foremost, he fed his mind and read any and everything he could get his hands on. Mainly, for the mercenary brat, this was tech readouts on various equipment. He was able to make some of his fellow mech piloting friends sorry for him when he was quite young, and he was able to learn from those he bent his grief upon. Of those he beguiled, a few were, and not limited to the electrician who taught him the mysteries of the circuit, the judo master who saw LM's dexterous movements and took pity upon him, but most of all, and his ticket from this place, was the mech jocks that surrounded him.
He knew his technical applications inside and out and offered to many on post mission banter ways that there mech could have performed differently had they leaned this way, or twisted just so. Impressed, LM soon found his way into a cockpit and learning what it was to become a mech warrior.
After much refinement of his skills with his friends, he asked his parents to sit in on a simulation run that he had set up. Truly, he felt, they attended only cause they thought they were to have a supreme laugh. He surprised them however, greatly. His perfect knowledge of the anatomy of battlemechs lead to an amazing efficiency in his targeting producing quick and effortless kills. His parents sat stunned and quickly offered him a chance to work with the mercenary groups based on what they had seen.
Well, if it could only be that simple.
His siblings, who never had to worry about LM as a source of competition, now saw a threat more keenly in him due to his knowledge of the mech. They, therefore, gathered against him in one unique way or another, but ultimately to the same goal, to set a wedge between him and his parents. How he ends up in the Program:
It took time, but eventually, his parents offered him severance from the family business, along with a monthly stipend to show that they would not abandon one of their own completely. LM took with him his as of yet unquantified mech (+8 divided some way, as of yet undetermined).
His siblings, jealous of his sudden freedom and wealth, slandered him openly and broadly in every ways possible. Their work, eleven of them strong, spread quite a distance over the hyper waves, marring his reputation with dark and insidious lies.
With a heavy and vindictive heart, LM set his eyes on Solaris VII as a means to release his angst and use his knowledge to get himself some quick coin and possibly distinguish himself as a truly unique Malakta.
The pain of his transition lead him into the abuse of a painkiller that he used to numb out to the world after hard days, and oh gee, all of the days were hard. He merely pays for a monthly script of his fave of the moment and nocks one back to get to sleep.