Landon Ikari
Male, Hero, Solo, Uptown
Gadgeteer

Strength: Weak
Agility: Weak
Body: Weak
Mind: Superior

Origin: I don't like to fight, y'know. Never did. Its all my parents ever did. Fight for the rights of people they don't know, never knew, and never will know. Fight for some belief that they couldn't explain to me "at my tender young age." Never once did they say "we're doing this for your future" or "we do this because we want what's best for you." Always some abstract philosophy of universal philanthropy, democracy, or some other nonsense. I know I'm selfish. I don't pretend to be otherwise. I fight for myself, and what friends I have. I fight so that they will have a chance in this world. I don't care about the masses and the downtrodden. I don't know them, so how can I care for them and understand their feelings? They're just far away illusions, something that doesn't matter to me and my own desires. Not that I don't wish the best for them. I'd never actively go against them. But... how can I truly claim to fight for someone I don't know? It would just be a lie for me to say I cared for them when I don't. So I fight for that which I know. I fight for the safety and preserverence of my friends. What few I have. I know them, I know what they want, and I know they share my ideas. At least I hope they share my ideas. Maybe even that's a lie, but I still fight for those I truly care about... and I fight against those I truly hate. Not the faceless warmongers of the nightly news or the cosmic beasts of times begotten that some claim to fight with honor and dignity. I fight my mother and my father, the so-called freedom fighters of Khazan. I fight knowing that what they believe truly is at odds with what I belive, and I fight knowing true hatred in my heart.

Personality: If I must fight, I suppose I will fight to the death. My parents would often claim that they would gladly die if it were to be for the better good of Khazan. Constantly sacrificing everything they had for the good of all existence. I could say I was a part of that sacrifice. What little time I was allowed to spend with my parents was spent listening to their stories of their "great deeds" and "heroic acts." I suppose they did what they felt was right. Not that it ever mattered to me, I just wanted for them to spend more than a few fleeting moments with me. I really do hate talking like this, but in the end this is all that matters. Me. I'm selfish, I'm egotistical, I do nothing without it being for my own self interest. I know my parents did what they did because they felt it was right, but I detest them all the more for it. I can barely live with myself knowing I feel this way, but its the only thing I know, and the only way I know how to respond. I really do hate myself, and I hope I die on the battlefield, fighting to spite my parents and to save my friends. Maybe then I'll finally be proud of myself... or maybe that will simply be my final, ultimate act of selfishness.

Death Wants Me Not
Lucky: Superior, boosted to Supreme with Gadgeteer
Yeah... I like to say I want to die on the battlefield. I like to say I want to die for what I believe in. But I can't. I go to death's door, banging and screaming... almost begging to die. I'm reckless and careless on the battlefield. Every action, every move I make is a direct attempt at dying. Despite my cries, I live on. I excell at war when I place my life on the line. The more I am reckless, the farther I seem to go from death's grasp. Am I spared because I have some great duty to perform? Am I blessed because I fight for what is truly right in the world? No... how could the petty, selfish desires of one insignificant, lonely boy be what is right and pure? I don't think I really want to die. No matter how much I want to convince myself otherwise, no matter what my martyr instict tells me, I don't want to die. I'm not charmed, I'm merely lying to myself while subconsciously preventing my own death. I'm no better than my rotten parents. I try though, I try...

Evolution: War
Animal Transformation: Supreme 75
When I joined the ranks of WeaverTech, I insisted on being on the front line. I wanted to be right there on the apex of invasion, because I knew that my parents fought in the same manner. Fighting amongst their troops, hand in hand, bleeding with their comrades and facing their foes head-on. If I were up there on the front lines as well, while I may die far before I could enact my revenge, at least I would die doing just as they have, fighting with the people they believe in. Or something like that... not that it matters. I was refused my request and placed into a secret program. Real nice people, but instead of fighting on the front lines against those I wish to see die, I'm forced into espionage missions and other covert ops. My mech... it has the ability to evolve on a twofold scale. The first method is offensively. Simply, it adapts by reading my emotions and thoughts, and converts that information into the most efficient manner to kill my opponent. What disturbs me... is the organic nature of the process. No guns, no metalic arms or limbs. Its almost... animalistic. I hear its cries. When the mech enhances its physical strength, it roars like a bear starving for flesh. Other cries emit from its belly, cries I prefer not to think about.

Evolution: Peace
Animal Transformation: Superior, boosted to Supreme with Gadgeteer
The worst cries are the ones emitted when the mech turns on the defensive. While the roar of the lion permiates the atmosphere when going into pursuit and fleeing mode, I can here this faint meow, as if the soul of a kitten were trapped within the structure of this monstrosity. Or when I take to the air with hawk's wings... the desperate chirping of newly hatched birds tries to pierce the loud cry of a bird of prey. I try to ignore the cries for help... I try to say they're all in my own head, because no one else claims to hear them but me. Yes... its just my own desperate cries personified... right?

Go
Tactician: Ultimate 95
My so-called brilliance comes from my lack thereof. I don't believe in studying the enemy. I don't believe in studying past battles. I don't believe in military simulation. I believe in nothing by the way. Act, react, trust you have made the right reaction. Never allowing yourself to be bogged down by detail and circumstance. Never plan ahead with an idea of how you will react. Your opponent studies as well. He has the same potential for knowledge as you. What makes you think by studying and planning that you can break him if he has the same knowledge as you? That element that allows for true victory comes not from study, but from insight and instinct. Just like Go. The man that wins isn't the one that plots his moves ahead. Its the man that is most in tune with the flow of the game. Atari...