Skeltren

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• Vital Stats

  • Gender: Male
  • Race: Lion
  • Class: Mechwarrior
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Age: 31
  • Body Type: Athletic
  • Height: 6 foot 9 inches
  • Hair: Black
  • Eyes: Blue
  • Handedness: Ambidextrius
  • Scars: Laser Burns

• Description

  Built solid with out the loss of agility one could almost swear the male had been crafted. One wouldn't be far from the truth. Skeltren was a true born Mechwarrior - Born to the Clan Wolf from one of their many tubes that were frequently going under experimental use since the Anthropomorphic species had been found.
  
  Standing just over two meters in height impressive was one word to pin to the male, body kept almost slim while firm muscle structured his form into a sturdy example of his kind. A softness still seemed to take to him though thanks to the short but thick fur that coated his frame. Limbs sported no real semblance to feral kind, modified further through selective evolution or breeding traits ending in rather ordinary hands, legs, and feet giving him a more humanoid appearance than most.
  
  Golden browns dominated the fur landscape of his form, maw being the first to be lightened to a lush white that skipped the length of his neck only to appear again over torso before fading away into nothing but golden browns again shortly upon reaching his inner thigh. Hair though was another matter - Jet Black and long it was always kept tied out of the way by a simple strip of synthetic cloth causing a sharp contrast to the lighter hues of his form.
  
  Three burns stood out for all to see, scars self inflicted to remove old affiliations. To remove the mark of his ex-clan. A large rectangle was burned out on his left peck, left bicep, and the center of his back, a longer narrower rectangle just below it seemed more a strip. The above had burned away the Clan house insignia, while the lower had removed the serial number they'd given him at birth.
  
  Eyes shone a strange blue, un-natural in appeal due to laser radiation from advanced targeting and weapons systems that relied on reading data directly from the eyes. This had become out dated though by the bare patch at the lower back of his neck where a neural interface socket had been surgically implanted an iris cover tightly shut to protect it when not in use.

• Biography

  Skelren had been one of many the Clans had begun to turn out along side their perfected Mechwarriors of old Tera. Being tube born was nothing new, the Clans had done as such for many a generation to remove un-necessary or unwanted qualities to their populous. There was one problem though - Some species didn't come out as easily controlled as others. Canines, wolves, lions, leopards, any large feline or other wilder breeds were next to impossible when their pack/pride instinct or natural desires for being 'alpha' came into play.
  
  It wasn't uncommon to hear of anthro mechwarriors going rogue from Clan outpost but much more rare in the recent years - Skeltren one of few. Still he'd not been branded a traitor as many had. No - Trial by Combat - Everyone had been challenged to obtain the standing he held within his union class dropship, even two lieutenants whom had tried to stop him only found themselves swearing fealty by their honor once their attempts to defeat him had failed.
  
  By now Skeltren had come a long ways, dropship old but well cared for by the ever ready crew that overlooked the well being of his four choice Mechs. A Timberwolf MkII, Cicada, and two Maradars. The last two of course were his pet favorites, having systems modified for the best reliable neural interface, while the Cicada had but only a basic, and the Timberwolf lacked one all together, still using the older manual inputs or optical data streams.