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About Aaron LockleyInfo from Previous Game:
FORT +5
REF +5 WILL +2 HP 19 AC (/In-Mech AC) 19/25 +4(dex) +3/+10(armor/mech) +2(shield) +0/-1 (size/mech) BAB +3 CMB +5/8 CMD 19/22 (STR+DEX+BAB) (+2 vs grapple & trip) INIT +5 Proficiencies, Traits and Feats:
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Class Abilities
Mech gear
Personal gear
OZ-MG001
Communications: Enables communication with allied mech 60' and within LOS.
Aaron was a bastard. He was hardly the only one of his generation; the war years had been difficult and the invading Riviurans had fathered quite a few children in their wartime conquests. His family was always poor, Aaron hated depending on charity and always promised himself that some day he would make something of himself and not leave his family to live in squalor. Aaron enjoyed school and went whenever his family could afford to send him. He had a very short temper and when others would taunt him over his ethnicity or poverty he would come out swinging. He attended classes often enough to read and write and he had a fair head for numbers, but he clearly didn't have the temperament for a future as a scholar. Like countless soldiers before him, Aaron saw the military as the path to glory- and he burned for it. He wanted all the privileges of rank; the money, the fame, respect, and *especially* the power. A short time ago he looked at his options in life and figured he could either wager his street smarts against the established gangs and go into a life of petty crime or take his chances with the military's harsh meritocracy. He swore his oaths and hasn't looked back sense. |
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