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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 9:04 pm
  Mobile Suit Limit: 7 ................. Mobile Armour Limit: 2 Cruiser Limit: 1 ........................... Vehical Limit: 7 Mechanics: 5 .................................... Officers: 0 Awards: Items: Dolls:
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 9:55 am
Mobile Suits:   Mobile Armors: Vehicles:
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 10:06 am
Basic Information: Name:Adler Seraph Rank:Ensign Age:19 Height: 5' 11 Weight: 155 Alias: The unkown ace Blood Type:O+ DOB:06/28/0060 UC
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:40 pm
Uniform:Rank symbol-  Cape-  Collar-  Pilot suit-
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 8:31 pm
Brief History:
Adler Seraph known as "The unknown ace" by his foes is an experienced pilot. Under the command of Kycilia Zabi and part of her Mobile Assault Force Adler has been everywhere he is needed, ranging from cold snowy Antarctica to the hot Gobi Desert. Though not considered an ace his piloting skills amaze the veterans who are still alive. Being a newtype though still a weak one he has extensively trained for the high risk missions Kycilia Zabi wishes him to do. He has gotten the nickname due to the fact thanks to Earth Federation personnel who speak of an ace who seems to be more of a legend than real. That ace is actually Seraph who whenever he taunts his enemies calls himself "the unknown one'.
Current whereabouts: In the Yucatan Peninsula.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 6:29 pm
Mobile Weapon timeline: MS-05B Zaku I---> MS-06J Zaku II---> ?
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 7:14 pm
Character timeline:((Will try to be as accurate as possible))
U.C. 0060.06.25 Adler Seraph is borned.
U.C. 00780. Adler Seraph enrolls at the Zeon National Defense Academy. A few months later he transfers to the Zeon Military Academy and soon after graduates and enters military service.
U.C. 0079.03.01 First time Adler enters real combat. Plucked out of the Mobile Assault Force and put into the Earth Attack Force where he is in the 1st Terrestrial Mobile Division. Takes down 18 Type 61 tanks by himself before being wounded and sent back into space.
U.C. 0079.05.01 Adler undergoes extensive training.
First hints of Newtype powers are seen.
U.C. 0079.06.28 Back in the Mobile Assault Force, Adler is recruited to be Newtype test subject for the Flanagan Institute.
U.C. 0079.08.16 Adler is sent back to Earth.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 6:37 pm
Logbook:
U.C. 0079.06.13
I was recently sent by Her excellency to the frozen Artic for a top secret operation that I cannot discuss to anyone. However no one knows I carry this logbook or as most of my friends jokely say my diary. Anyways it doesn't matter what their opinions are seeing as I write this book as a source for future generations who wish to read about the gritty truth about this war and not what will more likely be put in the history books. Anyways I will write about my mission.
The debriefing among the other things that happened before I was dropped into the frozen tundra on the European North(what was former day Siberia) was as usual boring. I would be in a five man team that was suppose to look for a hidden EF research base. For one I believed that the so call research base hidden in one of the world's coldest places on Earth sounded idiotic. It wasn't in till I was along with the Zaku I (it had been specificaly adjusted for the type of conditions I would met up in the cold and thus was assigned to me) were forced to briefly retreat did I actually believe what we had been told.
..... well it seems that the Transports have arrived to pick us up. I gues I'll have to finish this story later on.
Now where was I? Ah yes the so called EF research base that I at first ridiculed was in fact a test ground for their new experimental mobile suits. Along with the usual Type 61 tanks and a couple of FF-S3 Saberfish's that were more of a nusance than a real threat the base was real important. I learned this as wave after wave of tanks came after us. Out numbered 3 to 1 we could only do so much before the tanks and then later the anti-MS troops began to chase after us.
In times of need we would always call in our Gaw Atmospheric Attack Carrier or Gaw as mostly everyone called it. It lumbered over us and fired missiles and its cannons at the enemy below. In what can only be described as a fireworks show the enemy tanks and soldiers were blasted to hell. By now the Feddies had exhausted all their weapons and had to rely on the very weapons they had wasted countless lives on.
The mobile suits looked like the GM's that we have only recently fought. Except... they were more adapted at this climate. Not like our Zaku I's which had just been tuned up and called 'artic types' no. These machines were made for the cold. They were able to run circles around us. Luckly I was able to put on of the MS down with a quick shot from my Magella Top Cannon. The other was then quickly shot up by the other four pilots. Soon after the Gaw began to bomb the crap out of the base. With our job done we returned to the Gaw and headed home.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2007 7:19 pm
U.C. 0079.06. 23
The jungle, the green inferno that the jungle is for me, my personal hell. It has been a week since having been in the artic wasteland that is the North Pole. It has alos been two days since being droppoed into the Yucatan Peninsula deep in unknown territory with five others. Our mission, capture an ex-Feddie official that went AWOL. Her excellency nows wishes to use his knowledge of the Earth Federation's main base located in South America so we may mount an attack on them.
Now in our second day we haven't for squat. The MS-06J Zaku II which for now me my only unit was given a green on dark green paintjob. Better than nothing and it works well in the dimming light. Armed with a prototype sniper rifle and an ordinary 120mm machinegun I along the other five pilots are low on the weapons department. Not our decision but instead's top brass who in their 'infinite' knowledge gave us only machine guns which are prone to jamming in these types of eviroments.
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