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 Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:53 pm
Zoid Index
Hakuo0000 This is Hakuo0000's Zoid index thread. Nobody has the right to post in this thread unless given permission by Hakuo. Owner Data Money: $0 Overall Battle StatsWon: 0 Lost: 0 Draw: 0 Total: 0 MissionsCompleted: 0 Failed: 0 Total: 0 Zoid Data Zoid: Command Wolf Level: E Pilot: Victor Team: Chronos BattlesWon: 0 Lost: 0 Draw: 0 Total: 0 Zoid: Hound Soldier Level: E Pilot: Mark Team: N/A BattlesWon: 0 Lost: 0 Draw: 0 Total: 0
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:54 pm
Command Wolf  Republic Force - Wolf Type
For high-speed combats
Length: 14.7m
Weight: 45.0t
Speed: 210km/h Statistics HP: 220 EP: 18 AM: 60 DF: 20 Weapons: Bite Fang -AT: 60 - EP: 1 Laser Blades -AT: 70 -EP: 3
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:55 pm
Hound Soldier  Republican
Height: 7.4 Meters
Length: 23 Meters
Weight: 66 Tons
Top Speed: 330 kph
Statistics HP: 260 EP: 20 AM: 55 DF: 40 Weapons: Alloy Lance -AT: 80 - EP: 4 Impact Cannons -AT: 60 -EP: 3 90mm Cannons -AT: 40 -EP: 1
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:57 pm
-Reserved for future Zoid-
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:33 pm
Victor.  Data . . . Downloaded . . . Scanning . . . Visaul . . . Name: Victor.
Nickname: None.
Age: 20.
Blood Type: A.
Species: Human.
Height: 5'10".
Weight: 160.
Gender: Male.
Alignment: ???
Nature: Wimp.
Likes: Yuena. [LIES!]
Dislikes: ... Well he's afraid of almost everything. So he dislikes many thing.
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Pilot level: E.
Pilot skills: Expert for a E level Pilot, well that is when he's battling, other times he sucks.
Zoid: Black Command Wolf.
Republic or Empire: ???
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Eye color: Blue.
Hair color: Black.
Build: Slim.
Accessories: Black glasses.
Clothes: Blue pants, white shirt, black jacket, white shoes, black baseball gloves.
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Personality: Victor is mainly afraid of everything. There would be no reason for him to start a Zoid battle. most of the time he's afraid to get into his own Zoid. He stutters all the time when he's nervous, which is just about all the time. He is incapable of lying, for he would stutter, making it obvious. When he is around friends he talks normally and can even be funny.
Bio: Victor's life hasn't been that exciting. During his child hood he lived like a normal child nothing special about him. Eventually his parents died of old age. It was fine though, becasue they died when he was 15. By then he had gained the friendship of a boy of almost the same age. His best and maybe only friend was Mark. Together they left and worked in random shops. Mark brought in all of the money, seeing as how he had a nac for fixing things and worked at a Zoid repair shop. For his 18th brthday, Mark bought him a Command Wolf. His first and last Zoid. With it he joined the side of the Republicans. He has yet to kill anyone and doesn't want to. He lives on the streets, no real place to call home anymore.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 7:34 pm
Mark.
 Data . . . Downloaded . . . Scanning . . . Visaul . . . Name: Mark.
Nickname: None.
Age: 19.
Blood Type: O.
Species: Human.
Height: 5'11".
Weight: 140.
Gender: Male.
Alignment: ???
Nature: No real need to ask.
Likes: . . .
Dislikes: . . .
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Pilot level: E.
Pilot skills: He would call himself an expert.
Zoid: Black Hound Soldier.
Republic or Imperial: Republican.
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Eye color: Red.
Hair color: Black hair with blue streaks.
Build: Slim.
Accessories: None.
Clothes: N/A.
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Personality: Fun, funny, kind, gentle, etc. Most of the things good people are. He loves to meet new people and become thier friends. Happiness sheilds him from his true emotions. If he was sad just once . . . His memories would attack at his mind. And then he'd go crazy . . .
Bio: He grew up as a street boy. Never really had a home and never will. The only good thing in his life would have to be Victor. They were like brothers and met at a very young age of twelve. When Victor's parents died, he took it upon himself to raise his friend.
When he was nine he started to Pilot his first Zoid. A small Helcat that he had repaired himself that some one had abandoned. He quickly learned how to pilot it and found it upon himself to boast about his skills. One day, he started a bet that he could defeat any Zoid that came his way. Easily, he made it to the last round. There was no reason to worry, he would win easily. His opponent was a Hound Soldier piloted by a masked person who would not speak. In the end, his Helcat was ruined and he was about to lose. In a desperate attempt to win he exploded the core, blowing everything away.
When the smoke cleared the Hound Soldier pilot was on the floor, a large peice of metal sticking out of his back. Mark was afraid and removed the Pilot's mask. To his dismay it was his . . . Father. His father that had been said to have died years ago. All he could do was ask 'why'. His father smled camly and talked to his son for the last time.
"I was ordered by my commander to destroy a small boy. I knew it was you, but orders are orders . . . At this time of history, we can not risk new pilots that will become very skilled. You were my target. I had to leave you and your mother. I burnt her, and put a corpse that looke like me with her. It gave the illusion that I had died. There was no way I could keep a family and stay loyal to my Commander. You were gone at the time, otherwise I would have killed you also."
At the age of nine Mark had killed his own father and learned disturbing news. When he met Victor, he was happy once again in his life. For many years they had spent a good life together . . . As best friends.
Until the day Mark saw a Hound Soldier. Without thinking he bought it and began to pilot it. He didn't understand why, but thought that he had kept his fillings to himself.
Once a week or maybe longer he will take of in his Zoid and just kill people. When he wakes up the next day, he can't remember what happened. He just believes that he must have got drunk or something. There's no telling how much he has killed over the years. Hundreds? Thousands? More?
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 6:38 pm
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