About Me
Talon Beauregard.
Age: 26
Height: 5'11
Weight: 150
Personality: Calm, even tempered, outgoingly cautious, and kniving. Manipulative and measured as well.
Rank: Private First-Class (Special-Ops)
Specialty: Close Quarters Zoid Combat/Propaganda.
Recruitment: Civilian Artist to Employed Governmental Propaganda manager. Showed promise in ZOID outings. Drafted.
Previous Experience in a Zoid: Worked part time at a Zoid Repair shop during the years of the Competitive Team Battling. Handled scrapping destroyed Zoids in a specially modified Rev Raptor dubbed ' Zee-Zee ' .
Other:
Talon Beauregard...
Now there's some fancy-schmancy title in front of that. But yep. that's my name. Not that it really is of any importance. It's just a name. And a name has little value to the individual but something to be called by instead of 'hey, you person with the green shirt!'
But I digress.
Who am I but a former worker of the Empire,
civilian mind you, that got drafted and shoved into this world of rigid regulations all because I was good at swaying the masses with simple catch phrases? Er...well..that pretty much summed up what I was. But what am I now?
BOOORED!
Oh. You asked for another word didn't you? Okay, fiine! I'm in a special ops group. The group part doesn't frighten me as much as the special ops part. I mean, when it comes to specialness, I can pretty much out-special a fruitcake! But this is ridiculous!
Getting yoinked out of your day job randomly with a uniformed messenger flanked by two guards with ....guns I don't even know the names of... and told I'm going to be piloting something is a little out of this world. But that's okay. Its normal...Thank the gods I've got some piloting experience...even if it was from years and years ago when it was only to pull cargo across the shop yards when it was too delicate for the normal machinery.
My goal for this entire thing is to stay alive long enough to be high ranked enough so that I don't have to be thrown into the war's fray.
But it is an honor to be asked by the Emperor to serve in his elite . . .
Even if this is a bit not unlike Russian Roulette.