Restart of Evangelion Alternate (One more spot open. Come on. You know you want it.)

Name: Keegan Gellti
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Nationality:American
EVA Unit: 01
Appearance: He isn't anything special, just another guy from America. He is thin, normally he wears a gray short sleeved T-shirt with a black symbol of a pentagon with arrows shot through it. He wears blue jeans that are a bit too baggy for him, with chains coming from the pockets. On one of the belt loops he has clipped a silver pocket watch with the same symbol on it as his shirt, which he checks only so often. His eyes are blue, and the rings below them imply lack of sleep, his hair is black and covers his eyes if he doesn't style it a certain way, which he normally doesn't. His eyebrows are thick and have an angular ark over his eye, and he has a mark on his forehead that looks like the symbol on his watch and shirt, and it seems recent.

His shoes are basic black and blue converse, nothing very odd about those, except that there is a red mark on the bottoms that has been chipped away to the point that it cannot be recognized. His left hand looks like it was burned a little and it has black marks on the knuckles.
Personality: He doesn't talk much, but when he does it is usually to himself and has nothing to do with the current situation. He doesn't trust anyone really, and he loves to be alone. He has a strange fascination with the sky, and may stare at it for hours on end.
Bio: Keegan lost his mother almost directly after he was born, she was extremely unstable and had committed suicide due to near insanity. His father had to work double time to maintain both of their lives, so his son was left alone for quite a while and never bonded with anyone. His life wasn't eventful in any sort of way, and when he became fourteen he was brought to NERV. (Couldn't think of anything for this, so sorry if that isn't enough info.)
Important Details: He gets really tense whenever someone asks about the symbol he has one his watch, shirt and head. He also doesn't do much of anything when he isn't piloting an EVA, he just watches the sky.
Other: He doesn't like most of Japanese food.

Unit#: 01
Weapons of Choice: Close range type weapons of most kinds.
Appearance: The same height as an average EVA, Unit 1 has spike finned shoulders that end jagged and uneven, while the left arm has more armor than the right, with actual blades for another weapon if the Prog Knives are lost. The right arm is lightly armored and has no discernable purpose for the lack of said armor. The head of this EVA is more armored on the left as well, an easily noticable feature of the left side is the presence of a large pentagon shaped eye to assist with targeting systems and to increase the field of view. The legs are almost untouched by the theme of one sided-ness above, except for a stabilizer seeming part on the left ankle. The color scheme is white and gray, although the latter is more metallic than the prior.
Combat Specialty: Close combat offense
Other:Both the pilot and the EVA are left-handed.

Name: Motoko Maris

Gender: Female

Age: 14... Why even put this on here?

Nationality: She is half New Zealander and half Japanese, her looks come more from the Japanese side of her family.

EVA Unit: Unit 02

Appearance: Obvious Japanese lineage, though the subtle hints towards her New Zealander parent. She has auburn hair, which is soft and flows to her shoulders when it is not put up in it's usual pony tail. Her eyes are a deep brown, with no discernable flecks of another color. Her features are delicate and fierce; a short sharp nose, angled chin and face. A scar that is barely noticable from more than a few meters away glistens just above her left eyebrow, a mark from the incident when she was nine (see Bio and personality). Her body is thin, while she weighs just over 52 kg or ~114 pounds she is 162 cm tall or just over 5 foot 3 inches. She is lithe and flexible, but also strong and is more than capable to open the dreaded pickle jar.

She has long, agile fingers, all but her pinky are double jointed, as are most of her other joints. A distinguishable lack of feminine influence can be seen in her stride which is long and sure. Her tomboyish attitude and grim expressions are directly attributed to Motoko's split personality. Kagami is quite the opposite, Feminine, happy, and ofcourse, creepy as all get out. The difference between the two is close to polar opposites in appearance, Kagami likes her hair down and the bangs covering her eyes, with this very carefree smile on her face. Motoko has this gloomy smirk with saddened eyes and likes her hair up in a pony tail and her bangs put behind her ears.

Personality: As I have made pretty clear, she has an artificially made split personality, Motoko and Kagami, Motoko being very sad, silent, and antisocial, but perfectly kind and just a bit angsty. Kagami though is happy, social, and competitive, as well as sadistic and clever. (Don't get too worried about this, I probably won't switch between them all the time or crazy stuff like that. But after she is knocked unconscious or attacked or something... yeah. She'll probably have conversations with her self though... in her own head of course, not outloud. ^^')

She likes to converse with Kagami, because they were once one persona. She just doesn't like how Kagami hurts people, and Kagami doesn't like how Motoko doesn't assert herself.

Motoko has several quirks, first off being a mental list of rules she has to follow. This list has probably 30 odd rules on it, all of which are not sensible, though some have a bit of common sense in them. Second quirk is she likes to think before she acts, often thinking too long, conversing with Kagami and such as to what she should do.

Bio: Motoko has had a life filled with pain and vile emotion directed at her. Unfortunate circumstances lead to her mother and father's dissappearance before she was at an age to remember them, and for some strange reason, there were never any pictures of them to look at. So, she has no idea what either of her parents look like, or which one was Japanese or New Zealander, though she is convinced that she saw a document once or twice that said her father was from New Zealand. She does not even know if her parents are alive or dead, though she assumes they are. The only part of her early life she remembers is of a dusty house that assumingly belonged to her grandmother. A vile woman who all but directly tortured the girl for some unknown hatred. During this time, Kagami, Motoko's imaginary friend helped her through the constant abuse. The woman went senile and the girl was removed by her fifth birthday. After that she went to live with a distant cousin and her husband delightful people really, at first anyways. When she was about eight the happy family split up from an issue too elaborate for an eight year old to understand, even a very mature eight year old that Motoko was. She went with the distant cousin who treated her like a daughter, but constantly reminded the girl that she was not her mother. This created a partial detachment from her, and enforced the antisocial behavior of the girl. Kagami was all but forgotten, a simple idea of girl in her head.

The cousin blamed her for the separation, one more vile thing in the girl's life. When she was nine the distant cousin hit her, knocking her down and into a waste bin. She was unconsious for several minutes and when she came to, she was not herself. At this moment a "split personality" was made, though it was not an actual one, the girl simply made it. (Her normal, standard nine year old girl personality had been cleaved in two. Now she had a negative self and another more positive self, which was a far more social, emotional, need I say happy, girl who called herself Kagami.) The cousin took Kagami to the hospital to have her looked at, saying she was a clumsy girl and she fell. Kagami, being clever and evil, silently tortured the cousin by making her feel horrible with small insinuations and the like. Motoko took back control after the episode at the hospital, having a smirk on her face for several minutes as the cousin apologized in the car on the way back home. But Kagami manifested herself so deeply into Motoko's psyche that she became an actual, artificially created portion of Motoko.

Kagami and Motoko walked through their lives different individuals except their use of the same body. Motoko was fearful of Kagami, your probably thinking "Why?" Well... Kagami was far more than a happy girl, she was a sadistic, clever, and... crazy, little girl. Motoko's personality was negative, pessimistic, but stable and calm. Not the psychotic homocidal bitch that is Kagami. Luckily, Motoko could control it, at first she only took the persona of Kagami when she had to... take care of business, barely overcoming the persona before the poor bully was knocked unconsious.

Ok, back to the actual biography... She was booted from that school. Four years later she is thirteen and finally gets through junior highschool, graduating early because of Kagami's (and Motoko's hidden) intelligence. She has been through three schools, in that time, two in the last year. Its been getting harder for her to take on the now very real part of her brain. And this scares her, and her behavior is making the cousin scared too. Motoko turned 14 one month after getting out of school. She found it difficult anymore to do anything without needing to use Kagami to help her... which was exceedingly dangerous, though also helpful because Kagami had no inhibitions, she took what she wanted. Motoko was too timid to ask for anything, so she never got much attention.

Anyways... the letter she got a couple months after graduating said she qualified for the Evangelion program. She was... ehhh about it. But Kagami, she was ecstatic.

(So a basic rundown, Motoko originally had Kagami as an imaginary friend to keep her company during the period of time she was with the abusive grandmother, Kagami was nearly forgotten afterwards. When the cousin started to get abusive after the divorce, she used it like a person she could step into and take revenge on her cousin. Overuse of Kagami's persona started an addiction and a manifestation of Kagami into a real part of Motoko's mind. Instead of Motoko's and Kagami's minds blurring together once again, they became more and more distinct, with most people being able to tell they are not the same person if they do not know her. Kagami is more of a last hope when Motoko is trying to do anything. Kagami and Motoko do know what is going on while the other is in control, so it is not a dissociative Identity disorder, or any other disorder because of the quirky behaviour of the two people.)

Important Details: Well other than the split personality... she thinks far too much. Also as Motoko she could hardly take any life, unless she absolutely hated it. Kagami on the other hand, is reckless, killing needlessly and rushing in guns ablazin', knifes aslashin'

Other: Hugs Amirite? FREEdom!

Unit#: 02
Weapons of Choice: Besides the obvious progressive knife, which is the knife of 02 in the anime, in that it looks like a box cutter and it's blade if it ever breaks is quickly replaced by another in the handle. Another feature of the progressive knife is to use one of the spare blade segments to extend the blade another few metres. She carries a handgun, which is matte black and matches her Evangelion's armor paint. She also carries a sniper rifle, just a standard generally ineffective one. And finally a bazooka thingy that she will never use. EVER.

Appearance: Images: Mainbody Front, Side-ish view, and sideview of head. Overall Unit 02 looks pretty standard for the First Evangelion units, With the segmented torso and everything. Its pylons that contain the batteries are swept back to prevent collision with the units large horns that stick out from either side of the units forehead. Its elbow plating is also swept farther back and tipped with sharper edges. Its fingers and thumb are pointed as are the tip of the ... boot? The Patella or knee cap armor is teardrop shaped and comes to a point off of the surface. The progressive knife is held on the hip of the unit. The head of the unit is its most disturbing feature, as it has this extremely creepy smile, and orange eyes in the middle of its strange quadrangular visor thingy stand out, though most of the time the Visor is opaque and glows fully orange. The entire unit is primarily matte black, though some of it is Metallic black. The secondary colors on the chest, arms, legs, helmet are orange, and the pieces of stuff in between armor plates is grey.

Combat Specialty: Offensive for the most part, though it is indirectly offensive in that she aims to demoralize and divert her opponent. Kagami on the other hand savagely attacks directly.

Other: We still doing this free hugs thing, because it sounds fun.

Name: Lesley Cross
Gender: Male
Age: Four...teen.
Nationality: American
EVA Unit: Unit 03
Appearance: Lesley seems rather child-like. Even though he's fourteen, he still looks like he's twelve or something and he's short enough to be that old. He isn't underdeveloped or a premature birth, though. He just naturally looks younger than and smaller than most. Lesley's hair is a light, almost blonde, brown and nearly reaches his shoulders. The bangs fall down in front of his eyes and he's constantly flicking his head to the side in an attempt to get it out of his eyes, though it usually takes two or three times for him to get it right. This boy is constantly touching his hair, no joke. It all is fairly straight, but it does have a few curls here and there. Lesley's skin is also very pale so it makes everything stand out more, be it his hair or his eyes (which are hazel, by the way). If he's being quiet his looks often give him a sad kid appeal, but once a person gets to know him, he gives people a warm feeling. Really, it makes him adorable. Like, kitten adorable. Just that warm atmosphere makes people like him. Other than that there isn't really much to define him with.
Personality: Lesley is nearly always a cheery and playful person. Most people would hate being so young looking at that age, but he actually enjoys it for the most part. He can use it to act like a kid without much reprimanding, but he can also act as sophisticated as any other fourteen year old. He's not that into girls really, but he notices them enough. It's just that he won't go out of his way to try for anything with one. Enough of that, though. Lesley is really one to start fun conversations and keep talking on and on through them. It has irritated a few people, but that usually isn't to big of a problem since he doesn't have a hard time getting along with those exact people afterwards. In actuality, he thinks quite a bit before speaking and often tells people what they want to hear. His mood changes quite a bit so he may get sarcastic or something out of nowhere, but it's usually just a mumble under his breath.
Bio: Lesley's life was really pretty simple. He didn't have an especially difficult childhood and never really worried his mom being gone. He'd never met her and didn't really care, either. His dad had never wanted to talk about it so he never did. He actually spent most of his time living with his grandparents, so his grandma took on the role of his mother. It felt like he had three parents, to him. He liked spending time with his grandpa during the summer. His grandpa was still active at fifty four years old and they would go hiking or chop wood since they lived in a rather woodsy place. Lesley lived with them for the first twelve years of his life and attended public school during that time. He began living with his dad after he broke his leg from a fall and spent most of his time in a temporary house of his father's. He and his dad were fascinated with the EVA and that was a subject of conversation and idolization that they both shared. Being offered to pilot one was, as his dad put, "Cooler than fucking Christmas". Of course, they had never really thought much about the danger and stress involved.
Important Details: His mood changes a lot from quiet to up-beat to wacky. He also likes to play with his goldfish. How the fuck you play with a goldfish, I have no clue.
Other: FREE HUGS.


Unit#: 03
Weapons of Choice: Pallet Rifle, Smash Hawk, and Prog Knife.
Appearance: Unit 03 isn't really special or anything. It seems like the average EVA minus the usual differences in each one. Its head isn't very block and is mostly round with four eyes, two where a normal person's would be and two slightly titlted ones below it. There are two small horns that extend from the sides of the top of its head and a even smaller one on its chin. It has a few bulging areas above the main part of the jaw that indicate where its mouth is and it's quite noticeable. It gives it this scowling look and paired with the eyes, it's generally kinda creepy. Overall the head is very streamlined looking. Just like the others, it has vents at the base of the shoulder-fins that are just plain rectangles that become slight smaller at the end. And now onto color, which makes this all fun. Unit 08's body has a forest color scheme you could say. It's mainly moss green (Not a gross color, but like, pretty dark green), but all over it has parts with lime green instead. There's also dark gray where the knuckles and small parts are, but that's not as important. So Unit 03 is dark green in all places except for the knuckles, its eyes, which are pink, and various other parts with lime or gray instead. The lime shade is present on the feet of the EVA, the back of the calves, the face where it forms a circle on the top of the head, and then in many other places like on chest piece and horns and little other places that I can't be bothered to describe. Use your imagination. Think of this turned into a giant Japanese robot of doom.
Combat Specialty: If he's using the Pallet Rifle, he kind of moves as fast as he can and shoots from behind and stuff. With the prog knife it's just prog knifing. With the Smash Hawk, he just runs around and smash and slashes shit.
Other: Excuse me if there's a Unit 04 or 08 somewhere in there. I changed back and forth a lot.

Name: Pedro Rodriguez
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Nationality: Mexican
EVA Unit: 13
Appearance: Pedro stands at 5'5" and weighs in at about 125 pounds and is in athletic shape. He's one of those kinds of kids wear lean muscle tone comes in naturally and is backed up by his athletic habits. He is rather skinny but really can pack a punch when he needs to. His skin is tanned a caramelized brown and has slick black hair that falls down naturally straight to his shoulders, that is pulled from his face (adorned with a once broken nose) and is kept backward by a white bandana with blue trimming. The bandana itself is merely folded in half and tied in the back, and isn't like those one or two inch wide headbands. It adds a frame to his forehead and it ends in the back in a triangle, just beyond his scalp. His brown eyes are a few shades darker than his skin that glistens with fiery determination. He wears a dark navy blue sleeveless shirt that falls down around the base of his thighs, and the shirt itself shows off the muscle in his arms, and over that is a wooden beaded necklace from his grandfather. He wears long, baggy, dull green cargo pants full of pockets and stained with grease here and there, long enough to cover most of the neck of the ankle length, black steel toed boots that look as if they were meant for kicking someone in the crotch. He has a couple of scars from some accidents, nothing really too noteworthy. He has a lengthy scar from falling off his bike into some rocky terrain alongside a mountain path. He also has one in the palm of his hand, after some life changing event. Pedro has been rather wary of knives since. On occasion, Pedro will change between this cargo styled black jacket that he has, and a black and red baja sweater where the sleeves extend down to his wrists, but he normally just pushes them up above his elbows.

Personality: When someone sees him, they're going to think, "Oh he must be a show off" or "Oh great, another stupid jock". In terms of education, sure, he might not be as advanced as everyone else and his book smarts is only so extensive compared others, he is actually a rather smart, but confused and oblivious boy. Reading and writing isn't his strong points, but he excels in mathematics, engineering, mechanics, that sort of thing. he is very technical. He's nice and sweet, but kind of confused in a way, like he's never quite sure where he is. He's also a bit oblivious to some things people may say, or what jokes that comes out of some people's mouths. Overall, he's can be rather quiet and modest. There are some exceptions to that however, as at times he can be quite the dare-devil, and can brag when he is really proud of himself. He was a free runner back at home in Valle de Santiago, Mexico. So he flips around, runs about, climbs to the tops of trees, polls, and buildings, and then jumps of them simply for the thrill. That doesn't mean he'll put a team at risk simply for the sake of a stunt, no, that's a more personal thing. He can sometimes get lost in thought, a lot of times thinking about his mother and wondering if she'd be proud of what he's done. Which can get him sad, but that's why he likes working with machinery, it gets his mind of troubling matters. If someone were to be looking for him at night, they'd find him in his quarters, lying in bed with nothing but a lamp and a book he's struggling to read. Of course he doesn't know how to read very well, but that's why he's trying, seeing as how he wants to know. Having a kid around that struggles with reading isn't the best choice to make, but Pedro is very detail oriented and communicates better than most through verbal matters.

Bio: Pedro was born on a farm in a typical Mexican family that valued tradition – tradition that didn’t interest Pedro at all and tried his best to avoid partaking in them. They were in the outskirts of town and were about fifteen minutes away from the closest market if you were to break the speed limit on the highway. Tradition and prayer didn’t catch his attention as much as mechanics and vehicles. If he wasn’t working out on the farm he would be either fixing the car or taking it apart and then putting it back together again, and this was when he was only eight. When he was ten years old, word got around for his affinity for vehicles and fixing things, and soon started going to him for repairs, uncaring to the fact that they were putting the burden of fixing their vehicles on a ten year old child (and that a ten year old child is what’s fixing it!). Pedro didn’t know the worth of money and really, he didn’t care. He found it fun in a way and only charged the amount that would equal in our eyes as ten insignificant dollars. People started calling him ‘la grasa de errors’ or ‘grease bug’, and “hacedor de Milagros”. Miracle worker. Things changed sixth months after his tenth birthday in November. His dad had gotten into drug dealing without the family knowing, has been for at least two years. He ripped off a member of one of the local gangs without knowing and motorcycles and trashy trucks stormed the farm and driveway and held Pedro and his mother hostage in front of him. They started demanding from him, asking for the entire cache of cocaine and marijuana he held stored down in the basement, as well as the dough that would be considered five hundred American dollars, a fortune to much of the citizens that served under Mexico’s economy. At first he refused, he didn’t believe they would act out against him by harming his family. An unwise decision. One of the gang members took Pedro’s hand and flipped it around to show the palm, and dug a knife straight in. It didn’t break through the bone but scraped right against it. It was enough to make his father cave in and give them everything they asked from him.

And when they finally striked a deal, they lied. They took his wife. They slit her throat, only before raping her body and passing it around as if it were a pipe full of dope. The worst part of it? They made him watch… Fortunately for Pedro he was hiding upstairs before the heinous act had been committed. All he heard were the dreadful sobs of his father. Still to this day, he isn’t quite sure what happened to his mother. He knows she died, he knows the gang did it, and he knows her throat was slit; but then the rape afterwards? That still remains a mystery to him. It became apparent that Mexico wasn’t safe, not a safe life for Pedro to be growing up in. The hand had been taken care of and would be back to working order in as little as a month. After two years of building up money, his father decided to send him to a place where he could spend his future doing what he loved, and would be involved in things beyond his dreams – Pedro never imagined being surrounded by EVA’s, and only found himself dreaming about being surrounded by all sorts of cars and trucks. Now he has been associated with NERV for two years (funny how the number 2 keeps reappearing), having never been a pilot, but helped in repairs of the mechas. He was small enough to get in there and handle advanced equipment and help work on the EVAs, while the corporation help provide education to get him up to speed. He can read simple books, as long as there wasn’t a three or four syllable word in every couple of paragraphs. He found reading hard, but found math quite enjoyable. He also got up to date on some of the more advanced equipment, and learned rather quickly too. While he hasn’t ever been a pilot, he will be soon. He’s scheduled to his very own EVA very soon. Despite him working on most of the EVAs, the one in construction for him is a complete secret, and is entirely unknown to it.

Important Details: He has difficulty reading, but has grasped some of the terms needed if you were to work on the robots and pilot vocabulary, and is better at hearing directions. He has some trust issues and worries about people possibly stabbing him in the back but listens to the reassuring words of the NERV officers that mentored him. He isn’t as skillful as the others when it comes to piloting an EVA, but damn, they shouldn’t give him a hard time about that if they like their mech, he worked on it! Also, while working on other EVAs in the middle of a battle, Pedro has to open up a different screen so he can see what he is doing. In this position, he is blind to all outside combat and everything around him besides the EVA he is working on and what he is working on. He also has to keep his left arm up in a tiring position to keep the shield raised. So he’s working with on hand, but fortunately, he has all the tools he needs in that one hand.

And here's an EVA sheet.

Unit#: 13
Weapons of Choice: Pedro’s EVA is very limited in terms of weaponry. Despite being Aztec by design, the equipment looks more Spartan by nature. The EVA has a large, gold-titanium plated, circular shield with no particular design, and a large spear. The spear head which is about as large as the EVA’s head is made of the same energized material as a progressive knife and can pierce through metal with ease given enough force. The right hand of the EVA also looks more technical than most, as it is able to rearrange itself to a collective amount of reengineering tools. Such as a blowtorch, an electrical fuser, and a bunch of other doohickeys to repair the mech. Since this is on a larger scale, it is harder to get into the mech and repair it down to the last scrap. It’s only capable of getting a damaged EVA back into working order and being able to function. The progressive knife looks like a typical bowie knife.

Appearance: The EVA is rather tall, lean, and skinny like Pedro is itself, but it doesn’t look as durable as other EVAs and it sure as hell isn’t. It looks far more agile however and looks capable of landing in swift, strong blows. The golden plated head looks like that of a hawk that helmets around the main face which looks like the other faces – sleek and alien like, with a large, metal, colorful, feathery mane that falls down from the back of that helmet. The beak of the helmet cowls over the face which is the color of bronze. The overall body of the mecha seems to be that bronze color but the chest is covered in this large collar protection type armor which is gold color plated and glows in the center. This area protects the main power core of the mecha. Back to the bronze colored body, it is formed to appear rather humanoid and on it is designed some plates that look like abs, and besides that, everywhere else is either gold color plated or that typical silver looking metal, which plates most of the forearms, most of the shin and thighs. Both hands have a brass color and the right hand of the mecha seems to have a lot of joints and sliding points in it, while the left hand looks a bit bulkier, which is the shield carrying hand. The shoulder fins are kind of small and looks like a bunch of blades overlapping each other, made to look like very small wings. This doesn’t really add much to the mecha besides some aero-dynamics.

Combat Specialty: It’s more of a medic mecha. The EVA itself is less durable than the other EVAs but has a shield which can defend itself against most of the attacks the Angels throw at it, and it swift and agile enough to slip past the attacks and defenses to strike a blow, but is not built for taking the kind of damage an EVA can get in close-range combat. It’s best suited for repairing other EVAs in the midst of battle with its shield raised to provide some cover while doing its job.

Other: Ffff, this was exhausting.

Name: Yuri Aleksey.
Gender:M
Age:14
Nationality:Russian
EVA Unit:05
Appearance:He is 5'8 and is kinda normal sized but he is really fit. He also has maroon hair and one of his bangs covers one of his eyes, his eyes are a very dark green. His skin is kinda pale, people have thought something was wrong with him before.
Personality: He is polite but he doesn't really care about the other people and has decided that he is going to survive no matter what.
Bio: When he was young his mother disappeared for unknown reasons. When he was seven his father was murdered by a random criminal. Yuri then decided he was going to survive as long as he can. He's also a little paranoid. He wanted to become a EVA pilot because it would give he protection at least that's what he thinks. In most the time he spent at school he was bullied for his paleness and semi strange hair color. So he isn't very fond of most people. He is actually more scared than mad though.
Important Details: He is a little bit paranoid. He doesn't give a crap about the others he just wants to survive as long as possible and if they can help he'll use them. Because of the bullying he is quite broken on the inside.
Other: Did I do good?

Unit#:05
Weapons of Choice:Sniper Rifle and Smash Hawk. Also has a part attached to the the right hand's wrist that slides out a little bit above average sized Progressive Knife.
Appearance: Unit 05 is shorter most of the other EVA's but has a little bit more armor. It has indigo colored fins on it's shoulder and it's feet and head. The rest is white. It has eight green eyes two on the front left two on the front right. It's the same on the back of the head. It is also very streamlined.
Combat Specialty: It is primarily defensive.
Other: It has special plates on it's arms that can open up into a large shield like thing on it's arms. It can also hold it too instead of just having stay on the arm.

Name: Allen Wilheim
Gender: Male
Age: Derp.
Nationality: German/French, but mostly French. The German thing is kind of on his mom's side and was more of a "grandfather from Germany" type thing.
EVA Unit: 06
Appearance: Allen is a bit of a scrawny one when it comes to appearances. He is kind of short, about 5'4 in height, and it doesn't exactly help that he doesn't really hold himself up too high when it comes to posture. Sure, he has his shoulders back and he sits up straight, but there's just kind of this air of cringing away from people that he has, no matter what the situation is. He isn't exactly the most fit-looking guy either. Not really the flabby type at all, in fact he's quite skinny, but just the type that looks like he failed all of his P.E. classes. His face is somewhat angular, giving him a sort of cold impression. His eyes are a sort of dark blue color, bordering on gray, and are a bit large, in the way that one can always read his expression. His hair is the style that looks messy, but he does keep it well-combed. Like the tamed look in a way. It's color is a sort of blonde, with hints of brown in it, and goes down to his shoulders. He often keeps part of it in a sort of ponytail, the scrunchie always being of a dark, navy color. He usually wears a very casual, but classy outfit, consisting of a button-down shirt or polo of varying colors, a thin vest-thing over it, and then khaki pants or shorts. His shoes are always nice-looking and well-polished.
Personality: At first glance, Allen is the type of guy that everyone would like. He's polite, mannerly, and always seems to take the interests of others in mind. He seems like the type that would open the door for anyone, and help pick up books for them. And yet, if one tries to approach him with offers of friendship, he refuses. He simply says that he would do those things for anyone, which is pretty much true, and he just seems to keep his distance. As one examines him more often, they can see that he almost shies away from people, as if afraid or disgusted by them, and wanting nothing to really do with them. His smiles never really seem to be true either; his eyes always betray how he truly feels. The only time he really seems happy is when he gets good grades, or when he is rewarded in some way. Why is this so? Because he hates everyone. As in, everyone around him. He can't go a second without seeing something wrong with humanity, and because of this he hates them. He sees lies, greed, hatred, cruelty, and every form of horror around him, but he must act like he doesn't care. Like all is fine with the world, and he loves everyone. Another reason why he hates everyone? Because they won't love him. They won't say good job or nice work at all, they'll just go along and ignore him, like he isn't even there. Truth is, he lives off of praise. Just the feeling that someone out there thinks that he is more than everyone else...it's enough to keep him going forever. That's why he tries so hard to get good grades, to go out of his way to help people, even though he hates them. He wants to be loved, even if he hates those who love him. In fact, once one finally manages to get close to him, he seems very cold, self-centered, and a bit arrogant. He'll do anything for a friend, but the thing is...he just doesn't know how to reciprocate the niceties. He views his EVA is a medium for praise, and nothing more but a dumb machine. In fact, his synch rates are pretty low.
Bio: Allen lives a somewhat fortunate life, or at least did. His family is fairly wealthy, thus earning him a pretty cushy lifestyle, especially since he is an only child. Of course, a few years after his birth, when he was around 5, his mother died. It made a much larger impact on him than one would expect, because his mother was the one that was the closest to him. His dad wasn't exactly the type to get along with kids, and upon her death he grew even more distant. Believing his now distant-as-well son to be unprepared for actual school, his father hired a tutor to homeschool him. Allen's tutor was quite the stiff though, and never seemed to be happy with his pupil at all. And so began the cycle of desiring praise that Allen fell into. His father seemed to ignore him, and the tutor was a bit evil. And then same actual school. Allen was hurled into middle school, which is considered a place of unhappiness for many children, and for good reasons. The other kids were much more adapted socially then him, and he was in turn much more mature than them. No one bullied him; in fact, they found him admirable and even cute at times, but he viewed everyone else differently. They were all stupid, in fact, worrying about their drama more than their classwork. Fashion? Who cared! Everyone was just stupid. Upon graduating and going into his freshman year, Allen received news of his qualification to be an EVA pilot. Naturally, he accepted it and moved to Tokyo-3 a few months ago.
Important Details: Behind that kind expression lies someone bitter with the world, longing for love, but not knowing how to get it~
Other:


Unit#: 06
Weapons of Choice: While he likes the Prog knife, Allen prefers to use ranged weapons, especially the gatling gun.
Appearance: 06's appearance is a bit odd for an EVA, for it looks a bit less like a robot than one would expect. Its armor is of a dark, berry red color, and its armor plating is a bit more curved in design than the other units. Now, let's start with the body. It has a chest plate on it, which is then followed by segmented, curved plates following down to the pelvic area, which is then covered by another plate. However, in the middle of the chest is a very dark gray, nearly black circle plate, which then has three rays going down from it, one centered, and the others slightly diagonal, basically splitting the below segments and ending at the pelvic plate. One can only assume that the circle is there for some engine purpose of something. The legs are very much similar to the EVAs in the image examples given, though with the obvious alteration in color scheme. The feet are a bit similar to knight's boots, with the plating being a bit smoother and less segmented, and the ends of them being kind of pointy, and even curling upward just the slightest bit. The arms are also the same as the typical EVA units, but the hands are also is the curved, less segmented style, with the tips of them being kind of sharp and pointy like claws as well. The shoulder fins are mostly straight and angular, but instead of going straight up they go kind of diagonally, and then point straight, and then point more downwards. Kind of like a crescent drawn with a straight line tool, you know? Except not horrible-looking. The head is probably the most different from the traditional units, though. It has the same back of head, normal-type look, but the rest of it is rather strange. The head seems to face downward, and consists of teardrop-shaped plates, with three layers of it. The first one is more like an extra plating than anything else, and is also the "smallest" in terms of how far it spreads on the face. The second is thicker and larger, and gives it more of the structure of a face than anything else. It doesn't have the teardrop-ed end to it, and functions a bit like an upper jaw. Between it and the first layer is a row of three eyes for each side. The eyes are a sort of bright red in color, and all structured horizontally to themselves and the head. The final layer is more like the bottom jaw, and the end of it is quite pointy, the end of it kind of curving downwards. The bottom of it is a bit ridged, with the under part of it being less thick than the upper and sides, if you get the gist.
Combat Specialty: Just to make this apparent, Allen cannot stand getting hurt by anything while piloting. He doesn't deal with pain very well at all, so he chooses a more speedy and agile style of attacking. Or he just sits back and shoots. Either way, he doesn't like to attract attention from Angels at all.
Other:

Name: James David
Gender: male
Age: 14
Nationality: Canada, Eh?
EVA Unit: Nanagouki
Appearance: His Blonde hair would be the first thing one would notice. It’s pretty long, especially the bangs, which have been spiked and styled, looking out of place with the rest of his hair, which is pretty normal. His eyes, they are the next thing one would notice. His left eye is a mossy green, while his right is an ocean blue, and are angled to give an intimidating glare in even his happiest of moods. The glasses he wears are normal, nothing special about them. The rest of his face is rather smooth and uninteresting, just a normal, semi-handsome face.
He’s rather skinny, at around 103 lbs., and just under the height of the average person, though it’s barely noticeable. He tends to wear a black t-shirt and brown pants, as well as a gray Jacket when it’s cold out. His grey shoes are tattered, but they still work fine. He tends not to wear socks.

Personality: He tends to be a loner, wary of anyone he just met. He’s pretty much been stripped of morality, making him seem at best, like a Jerk. He has, however, not been stripped of emotions, and feels consistently lonely. He does have manners as well, yet he uses them in a detached manner. His younger brother, Drake, is currently the only thing he actually cares about, willing to protect him from anything, which is pretty much the only reason he’s actually doing this in the first place. However, he respects his EVA unit, feeling respect is the key to mastery of the machine.

Bio: His mother died sometime after his brother was born, at around when James was 3. He never learned out why, but to this day he blames his father. After that incident, his father became an alcoholic, and when he was drunk, which was shockingly often, James and his brother usually had to hide, for fear of the drunken rage their father had be taken on them.
They ran away a month short of Drake’s 5th birthday, hoping to find somewhere to live. He took up the role of his brother’s guardian, never letting him go through harm. The quest for a new home wouldn’t exactly be easy, with humanity being rebuilt and what-not. They’d find a new place to live for a short while, then some kind of civil war would break out, they leave to continue their journey, and so on.
It took about two years before they found any permanent settlement, in the form of an orphanage created due to the civil wars. This wasn’t quite the place he envisioned when the quest started, but after those years of wandering, it was better than anything else. They were able to stay there for several years, not without hiccups, of course, but soon it felt like a new home. The journey, however, removed a good portion of his sense of morality, setting him apart from others. He found it lonely, and soon found it so that if no one wants to be close to him, he won’t attach himself to others.
Just after James’s 13th birthday, He and his brother were adopted by a Japanese family, and soon after moved to Japan, where they stayed. It felt odd, after all those years at the orphanage to have this kind of a family, but at last he had the home he’d been searching for.
Over the next year, James would learn basic Japanese and traditions, and the main honorifics he should use. He hasn’t excelled in them yet, but he’s trying hard. He felt grateful to his family, but still never really bonded to them. At some point, he was requested by NERV to be an EVA pilot. He initially refused, seeing as he would (most likely) have to abandon his brother, something he hasn’t done for years. However, after some convincing from Drake and their new family, he reluctantly joined.

Important Details: Because his brother has been his main concern in his life, James wouldn’t be above anything to try and help him, including becoming a pseudo mind-puppet. He also wishes to find someone who likes him, beyond his brother.
Other: Only his brother has the right to get free hugs from him.



Unit#: 07
Weapons of Choice: James generally carries the standard Progressive Knife, a Super-Electromagnetic Crossbow MM-144, a smash hawk, and a handgun.
Appearance: Unit 07 is generally much more streamlined than other units, seeing as it was built for speed, rather than brunt force. This, however, means that its armour is weaker than that of other units. Its main colour is black, with various details (such as the lower half of the limbs) and the warning labels red. The fingers are somewhat longer and more nimble, in effect with his streamlined appearance, and end in black fingertips, rather than fully red hands. Its right eye is a bright green, and its left is blue, an opposite to James. The unit number is worn on the left shoulder, most likely for convenience.
The helmet, although with the same basic shape as other units, was modeled after the head of the Pegasus with two red streaks running alongside either side of the apparent nose bridge. The shoulder pylons themselves are also styled after the Pegasus wings, with red streaks dividing the wings. The black feet resemble talons.
Combat Specialty: The standard fighting style unit 07 is to run in, strike, and fall back (hopefully, but not always) before the angel attacks. However, depending on James’s mood, he may skip the fall back and continue striking.
Other: If you see this unit Going BESERKER, you’ll see that the teeth go from front to back: molars, canine, incisors. The reverse of the human teeth, basically.

Name: Akando Shiriki
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Nationality: Native American
EVA Unit: 08

Appearance: Akando looks a lot older than he really, coming across as someone who is seven or eighteen instead of just a fourteen year old kid. A good part of it is physical, yes. He's tall, just over five feet ten inches, and has a good amount of meat on his bones for a fourteen year old. He's pretty toned, and actually has visible muscle on him. It's not like he has a six pack and super pecs, but he looks strong and is hard with the stuff. No squishy on him. It might also be his face; his Native American ancestry gives him the strong cheekbones and strong chiseled face. He holds himself high as well. A lot of people joke around that he's trying to live up to the stoic Indian, but he doesn't have to, because he is.
His ebony hair comes down on his face in long choppy bangs that semi cover his eyes and halfway between his neck and shoulders. His skin is a flawless copper, callused on his hands and feet. The other reason he looks older than fourteen is because of his eyes. They're the only thing that gives away his impure Native American heritage. A deep, deep grey that's dull with grief and sadness; quick to light with anger. You can tell they've seen things no person should see.
He dresses as any normal American guy, semi-torn blue jeans, t-shirts, his black ASICS and sometimes hooded jacket.

Personality: He's kind of a loner. Ever has been since his parents died--sorry--murdered. He's always quiet and keeps to himself. He wasn't always like that, though. He used to be the popular kid, always talkative. But yeah, not anymore. He's slow, methodological, will wait for hours for one task to finish before starting another. That's not to say he can't multi task though. He can juggle multiple agendas at the same time, completing them with ruthless efficiency. This, along with some genetic markers and his strong will, is what really singled him out for being a NERV pilot for Unit 08.
Although, if you're able to stay around him long enough, if he warms up to you, he can be quite a friend. Fiercely loyal, never betraying, funny...There's a whole person hidden underneath the hard wall he puts up around himself.

Bio: Akando was raised with his parents on an Indian Reservation in Utah. No, I don't mean he lived in teepees and rode horses to hunt buffalo and stuff. He lived in a house in a suburb that bordered the casino. He had a pretty normal childhood at first. He went to the local school on the reservation, had a group of friends, was pretty popular, and was just normal. That changed when he was eight though. Yeah, that young. He was supposed to be in school, and maybe that's why it happened when it did, but he was home sick. He was up in bed when he heard a loud crash and a scream. Running downstairs he saw a group of men dressed in bulky black suits burst into his home with guns. They leveled their weapons at his mother when his father ran between them, trying to plead. Two shots rang out and blood sprayed like a fountain. Once in the chest, then once in the head. Dead before he hit the ground. Right after they did the same to his mother. Then they looked at him, and stared for a minute, before turning and leaving. It would be another few years before he realized that it was no robbery, no racism fueled attack. It was military; murder. Someone wanted his parents dead. Two days after the killings a letter appeared at his door. There were only five words HE WAS NOT OUR INTENT.
The rest of his life was filled with trying to find out his killers identity. That is, between being shuffled between orphanages and families. No one wanted an unruly kid with a troubled past. The farthest he was able to get in his investigation was tracing the spent shell casings to Howa Machinery Company, a major manufacturing corporation in mainland Japan which supplies civilian goods, but also military equipment directly to the Japanese government and PSIA, the Japanese version of the CIA. By the time he got to this lead he thought he was stuck when NERV sent someone to bring him to Tokeyo-3 with the prospect of piloting an EVA Unit, one that apparently only he could pilot...or at least, so he was told.

Important Details: He is still trying to find his parents killers. Confused as hell about Japan. Besides that...not really.
Other: Free hugs, yeah sure, but what's in it for me?

Unit#: XEVA 08S-Prototype
Weapons of Choice: Akando's specialty is to get up close and personal after hiding away, so he mainly uses his specialized Prog Knife, along with handguns. His patience and accuracy also leaves him naturally gifted with the sniper rifle.

Appearance:Look at it!
Also, the six plates around the head can move independently to mimic facial expressions.

Combat Specialty: Akando, Native American for Ambush, his namesake and specialty. With Unit 08 he can lie in wait, out of sight, to spring out and whittle away the AT fields before running off. He's gifted in unarmed combat and the use of his Prog Knife, and guerrilla warfare tactics. His accuracy and patience grants him incredible use with the sniper rifle, so long range combat is also a viable option.

Other: XEVA Unit 08S-Prototype is an experimental EVA that utilizes advanced active camouflage technology along with an advanced internal battery and auxiliary power system to give the unit more mobility in the field and freedom to lie in wait in ambush without using up the usual five minute power reserves. The outer layer of the Unit's armour is coated in material that responds to photons of light impacting it, much like a solar panel. While not enough electricity is generated to fully power the EVA, with a power conversion rate of 46.3% it is enough to power the experimental stealth systems, life support, and the main optical camera for situational awareness. In effect, the EVA can lie motionless in wait for the entire day, hidden from view. The photosensitive 'skin' also diverts a small amount of energy to the advanced battery system. It takes around three hours of sunlight exposure to fully charge, and when it is it can power the EVA's stealth systems for around ten hours, effectively allowing it to stay in position throughout the night. Or, the battery's power can be re-routed to supplement the main battery, allowing the EVA to stay powered away from a cord for fifteen to twenty minutes instead of the usual five.
The stealth system uses a system of cameras and plates in the armour that display the image from behind it in real time. Each hexagonal plate in the armour is in essence a pixel. Therefore, a better image is displayed when more even tones are behind it, such as hills or mountains or flat land. The stealth system cannot keep up with the sharp angles in an urban environment, so instead of being hidden, the area where the EVA is looks as if the image behind it is warped.

Name: Lucien Romarin
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Nationality: Approximately three-quarters Italian, one quarter Spanish
EVA Unit: 09

Appearance: Lucien Romarin stands at about 5 foot 10 inches and weighs a bit less than what a normal fourteen-year-old male should probably weigh. It’s not like he’s so skinny that it seems unhealthy, though -- it’s simply because he just has that sort of lean build. He has dark golden brown hair that is slightly wavy towards its ends. It isn’t very long, but then again it’s not extremely short. It’s sort of caught in the middle. It’s long enough to be styled, though, and it is cut in a way that makes it curve out at the sides of his head slightly. This may sound odd, but it’s not strange looking in person. It’s just... slightly different from the “normal” haircuts that all the boys have at school. (Picture? It’s rather hard to explain. It’s like this boy’s haircut)

He has rather tanned skin, mainly due to his near-constant exposure to the sun and the outdoors. Lucien has hazel eyes that turn from a blue-tinged green to an auburn-like color as you move toward the pupil. His face makes him look a few years older than he is, but it still retains a bit of the roundness associated with youth and immaturity. He usually has an almost unreadable expression on his face, and when his fair falls in front of his eyes it can make it seem like he’s glaring at you... which is probably why he intimidates most people. Really, though, there’s nothing rather intimidating about him. He has an almost unnoticeable stoop in his posture, almost like a flower that is so tall and has a stalk so thin that it begins to droop. He has a surprising amount of muscle seeing as he is a member of the football (European) and track/cross country teams for his school and works out occasionally. Still, he isn’t wrestler material. But it’s enough to get the school bullies to leave him alone, and he’s happy about that. He wears a shirt that’s a cross between a sweatshirt and a t-shirt. It has white shoulders and a black torso section which is accented by a white zipper and sweatshirt strings that end in small metal pyramid-shaped aglets. He wears a pair of dark skinny jeans that look one size too big and so the extra material gathers at the bottom, framing his well-worn black sneakers with pure white soles. Lucien also owns a collection of bandannas in a variety of colors, all with a similar black outline on the edges and through the middle with black flame-like designs in the colored sections.

Personality: Lucien tries to the best of his abilities to remain unnoticed. He’s not the type of person that you can throw into a crowd of people with some mediocre jokes and say “Hey, it’s simple, just make some friends! One friend, at least.” He’d probably just stare at you for a moment, perplexed, and then just... walk away. It’s not that he hates people or that he’s afraid of them, it’s just that... well, it takes time for him to make a friend. He’s a rather introverted person, but deep down he actually is the stereotypical life of the party. Of course, at the moment, the only guests invited to this party are the books lurking just about everywhere in his otherwise well-organized room.

If you managed to strike up a conversation with him, you’d find that he’s a pretty nice guy. In fact, if you asked him to help you with something, he’d probably do it, no matter how long he’s known you. The problem, though, lies in the fact that people tend to find him intimidating. They usually mistake his wandering glances for those of malevolent intent, and find his quiet demeanor unnerving. However, even though others treat him like some downgraded sort of outcast, no one bullies him. They’re too wary of his presence to do that. And so he retreats into his studies to mask his pain.

He agreed to participate in NERV’s program mainly due to the fact that he wanted to help protect people in more ways than just holding the door for them in the hallways and picking up their fallen books. Maybe he’d actually manage to forge friendships with his fellow EVA pilots... he didn’t really know. But when he found out that NERV had requested him -- him of all people -- to become part of a squad of teenagers that would go on to pilot machines called EVA’s, he just felt like he needed to accept. When he did, the strangest thing happened. He looked back on all those “monochromatic” days, and he actually managed to find color in the once-dull memories.

Lucien is the type of person who’s set rather high goals for himself. He’ll never admit it, but, academically, he’s one of the top students in his class. But he has times in his life where he just... draws a blank. Everything in the world goes from being full of life and color to being monochromatic and dull. Of course, no one would notice this change in him -- how his eyes lose their mysterious glint, how his posture stoops slightly... no one would know. That’s one of the reasons why he likes being alone -- if no one knows who you are and how you act, they won’t notice how he deviates from his “normal” attitude. And then they won’t have to ask questions that he might not want to answer.

Bio: Lucien Romarin was born in Turin, Italy and has lived there all of his life. He was born into a rather wealthy family, the only child of Aurelio and... and... his mother... what happened to his...? He was young, young enough to not fully understand and yet old enough to never forget. But it was so strange... he was in his living room... she was smiling... or was she crying...? It was late, too. Then she had picked Lucien up, still a toddler, and settled him into bed... she read to him. His favorite book... what was it called? He fell asleep halfway through, familiar with the story that was so hard to remember now. He woke, the early sunlight peering through the gaps in his shutters like royal guards watching over their beloved prince. Had she called him that? Had he been her Beloved Prince? He had rubbed his eyes, gotten out of bed... he ran to his parents’ room at the end of the long, carpeted hall... his hands fumbled for the door handle in the dim light. It was much darker than his room, ominous almost. The door slowly swinging open, the small lamp on the side table lit, a strange, piteous noise lightly dancing in the air... his small, cheerful voice called out to her, bidding her a good morning, asking if he should have waited longer... was she tired? Could she help him pick out his clothes? Small arms, outstretched, large eyes peering toward the lamp-lit corner... that noise, almost like a whimper, ending in one deep, shaky breath being inhaled, the click of the overhead light as Lucien casually turned it on... his father... his father’s tear-stained face... the way he rushed toward Lucien like a lost animal, holding him in an embrace, his clothes smelling of... hospital disinfectant...? Then, his desperate voice, repeating in his ear... ”She’s not here. She had to... She’s... just... not...” The confusion, his tiny body cemented to that spot, locked in his father’s embrace... Lucien’s smile... “Oh. Well, where is she? When is Mommy coming back? Has Mommy gone to the garden?” His father’s tears... the way he held on to him tighter than before... “No, I’m afraid she... she had to... Just... we’ll be all right, okay? Even if that’s all... all we’ll ever be...” A tilt of the head, nothing seeming to sink in... everything just... drawing a blank...

...Nothing...

Seconds, days, years passing... attending the same school, moving to another... his father... just, the ways he changed... had he changed at all? The strange, angry feeling whenever he wondered what exactly had happened... the way that feeling went away just as easily as it came... Afternoons spent in the library... all of the stories... Maybe that was all just a story he had written for himself? Maybe... maybe... Everything was just a blur. He attended school, participated in sports teams, but he never seemed to fit in like the other kids could. He would sit down at a table in the cafeteria, and automatically the people would edge away. Eventually, in order to stop this from happening, he became the one to edge away, focusing more on his academics than ever before, conversing mainly with his father and no one else... but he was all right. Just as his father said they would be.

Important Details: Lucien works well in team-based situations, although befriending said team members is a different story. He has a slight problem with germs and untidiness (which explains the ever-present pocket-sized Purell bottle), but even that is not much of a problem. He has a hard time focusing during a conversation with someone and so he tends to glance around almost awkwardly, giving people yet another reason to believe he’s not an easy person to be around, which really is not the case. If the subject of his mother is ever brought up, don’t be surprised if he won’t respond... he just... it’s too confusing for him to ever truly tell. At least, for now.
Other: Free Hugs. C:

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Unit#: 09
Weapons of Choice: Positron Sniper Rifle/Pallet Gun/Sonic Glaive/Prog knives.

Appearance: Unit 09 seems to have been modeled after the demons known as kitsune, but in a different color than what they tend to be. Its main body color is a bright cerulean blue, but starting from the underside of the snout-like mouth and covering most of the torso is an area of pure gold, resembling the white fur seen on foxes. This section isn’t entirely gold, though. It has a slight glaucous sheen on each of its panels, and when light is focused on said panels it plays with the light a bit, almost making each gleam like a weak prism. It has shoulder fins that are of the same bright cerulean blue as the remainder of the torso, the arms and legs, and the head, but their tips are decorated with a curved design of golden color. Unit 09’s arms are rather angular and a bit longer than other EVA’s, and they end in paw-like hands... if paws had long, thin fingers ending in golden, sharp, talon-like curves. However, like paws, the palms and backs of the fingers are colored in the same glaucous/golden white color as the shoulder fin tips and most of the torso to make it seem like the bottom of a fox’s paw. On the tops of each hand are filled-in, bright golden circles. From the elbow down, its arms turn a dark blue, almost black color.

Unit 09’s legs are designed like fox legs in that the first segment juts forward, the next segment backward, and the final segment forward. From the second segment down, both legs are colored the same dark blue as the lower half of the arms. They end in boot-like feet with four golden lines down the front, representing the claws present on a fox’s foot. Unit 09’s face is set in an unreadable expression and is extremely angular. Located on each side at the top of the head are two thin pieces of metal, similar to smaller shoulder fins, that are of a golden color with an outline of bright cerulean blue. Its eyes are the same bright golden color, and there are golden outlines on the sides of the arms, legs, and back of the torso outlining where bones would normally be. Outlining the eyes, though, is a dark navy color, which extends out from the side of each eye in a slightly rounded shape. The one main difference in design between Unit 09 and the other Units is the fact that it has tail-like extensions. They don’t hinder it in battle, though, and each gold-tipped tail can be controlled using the pilot’s sync capabilities. These three tails each end in a sharp point, and can be used as a last-defense weapon, although they won’t do much damage to an Angel. The main color scheme is bright cerulean blue, accented with gold and dark navy. Unit 09 was designed to be a bit lighter and faster than the other Units, but at the same time maintain its strength, which it has done so far.

Combat Specialty: Unit 05 is more of an improvisational fighter, assessing the situation and then deciding if it should rush in full force or attack from afar.
Other: It’s willing to put its safety at risk if it means helping a teammate.

Name: Natalia (Natty) Rauhala
Gender: Female
Age: 14 (Not like you gave us much of a choice)
Nationality: Finnish
EVA Unit: Unit 11 “Reporting for duty!”
Appearance: Natalia is slightly short for her age, around five feet tall, and is slightly skinny while still being able to have a stunning figure. She has short ash blonde hair because she finds short hair easier to care for then long hair. She keeps her bangs to the left side of her forehead because her father likes seeing her beaming blue eyes. (See Bio)
She tires to dress as casually as possible. She is often seen wearing a teal button down shirt with a hem that lands about half way between her hip and knee. Under her slightly longer shirt she wears a pair of tan cargo shorts with large pockets.
Personality: Natalia is known for being friendly and can adapt quickly to new situations. She likes to live in the moment and is a bit of a risk-taker. Even though Natalia is very loyal to those she respects and relates with she has trouble following the rules.
Bio: Natalia doesn’t remember much about her mother. The only fading memories she still has are of her mother leaving on boat to seek medical help but promising to be back soon. A little under a year later she and her father got news of her passing. Her father soon after fell into a deep and seemingly unending depression. He only could seek happiness in his only daughters eyes, that looked exactly like her deceased mothers. Years later, life went on for Natalia, but not so much for her father. Early into her freshman year of high school, Natalia got news of her qualification join the EVA pilots. She was scared that her father would disapprove her leaving, but he surprised her. Saying it was a chance of a lifetime and that he would be failing his job as a father if he didn’t let her go.
Important Details: Natalia doesn’t have a very good memory. Well she can remember things like people and faces but has trouble remembering locations and places. This makes her one of the worst choices of people to ask for directions. She also doesn’t have a very good sense of time, making her late for a lot of things.
Other: Hold on...If you give out hugs for free then you will receive absolutely no profit!

Unit#: Unit 11
Weapons of Choice: Along with a progressive knife, Unit 11 is skilled in combat with most long ranged weapons, guns more then melee weapons though.
Appearance: It is slightly shorter then other EVAs, since Natalia is a bit shorter then other children her age. Unit 11’s finned shoulders were shaped to be aerodynamic. This way they don’t create drag. The entire EVA was actually designed to be fast, so it doesn’t have a lot of armor or bulk. Unit 11’s entire body was painted yellow with purple details here and there.
Combat Specialty: Unit 11 is a lot better at fighting then defending. Since Natalia has really good aim, Unit 11 is often armed with guns and melee weapons that require throwing to do damage.
Other: (I feel like this needs more detail...)

Name: Colin Ward
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Nationality: Irish
EVA Unit: 12
Appearance: This kid is just super kawaii desu desu desu. With a couple more desus thrown in for the hell of it. I'm just kidding. Haha. Can you imagine? But, hell, he is pretty cute, I guess, especially when he smiles. Which he doesn't do often. Those smiles, despite being short a few teeth, just light up his pale face and vivid green eyes so well that it's almost really easy to overlook that… something underneath. It can't be described, really, it's just off. Something is really wrong here. Something in his eyes, in the way he holds himself, in the way he speaks. It's frightening, but you can't help but ignore it because you can't identify it. But that's what makes it scary, I guess. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not threatening or anything, it's just the kind of thing that, in the wild, would signify he was sick and make other animals avoid him. That's the closest thing there is to it. Sick.

Anyway, back to his actual appearance. He's kind of on the short side at 5'5'' and really skinny. Starving skinny, in fact. Which helps with the whole "sick" thing. But you normally can't really tell how skinny he is, because he keeps himself covered by baggy clothes that are usually in dark, neutral colors. He has a decent posture with no noticeable slouch or anything but he still looks like he's caving in on himself. Probably because he is, what with the whole starving thing and all.

His face is fairly gaunt, but not nearly as bad as the rest of him, and his cheeks and eyes are only a tiny bit sunken. You can't really tell with the cheeks because of all that smiling he does, but he can't do anything about the huge bruised-looking blotches on the skin around his eyes. He's got messy ginger hair that usually falls in partial curls over his eyes and is generally all over the place no matter how much he tries to make it look neat. A splash of very faint freckles marks the bridge of his nose.

Personality: Colin truly believes he's an awful person. Just. Plain. Terrible. It's obviously why his dad beat him and why everyone in school hated him. So he deserves everything he gets. Beatings, taunts, insults, anything bad that comes his way is justified and he accepts it without protest. He needs to be punished. He's not sure what he did, but it was bad. He's bad.

Even so, he's a sweet guy to everyone else when he can help it. But it's kind of half-hearted, like he'd only doing it because he feels like he has to. Which he does. Because he knows that if they know he wants to be punished (well, he doesn't want to; he has to-- no, NEEDS to) then they wouldn't do it just to torture him and they'd treat him like a perfectly decent person just to mess with him.

But there's another thing that just makes him all torn up and anxious every waking second, and that's the fact that he loves pain. And that's an understatement. Any form of it, physical or emotional, is like top quality drugs for him, but he could never hurt himself. Because that would be a reward. No, other people have to do it. But that sort of makes it like he's not actually getting punished, and that's why he's so torn up. He's not sure if it's actually the punishment he needs if he likes it. But that doesn't stop him from getting into all sorts of fights. He never starts them, of course, and after the first blows have been landed, he doesn't fight back, but he has a knack for getting people to beat on without even trying.

He'll also find any excuse he can to put himself in harm's way like, say, volunteering to draw fire away from everyone else. Or being a meatshield. He puts it off as being heroic and doing things for the good of everyone else, but it's really just for him.

Bio: Colin never knew his mom. He was too young when she died to remember anything about her at all. And he doesn't really mind, because from what he saw of other peoples' moms, they always cared about you and never really punished you that badly. They protected you. He didn't need that. It had probably been his fault she was dead anyway, or at least that was what his dad was always telling him when he hit him. And he believed it. And it made him feel awful.

In school, he wasn't really a trouble maker, he just got into a lot of fights for no apparent reason. Teachers would pull kids off of him and ask what happened and he'd just shrug, get up, and walk away. That or say he deserved it. Which he totally did. He did things that were guaranteed to get him bullied like wear weird clothes and act like a total idiot. His grades weren't all that great because he didn't think he deserved good ones, but he still graduated and then received word that he was qualified to be an EVA pilot. Which he didn't deserve.
Important Details: He loves pain and punishment and truly believes he deserves it.
Other: Free hugs.



Unit#: 12
Weapons of Choice: Progressive Knife and Dual Saw.
Appearance: Here, just… picture.
Combat Specialty: It's more agile than anything, but it is made to be able to take a beating. A. Very. Severe. Beating. All of the beatings. ALL OF THEM.
Other: HUG ALL OF THE THINGS. FOR FREE.

Name: Cedric Carrihart
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Nationality: Australian
EVA Unit: 13
Appearance: Cedric, the 5 foot 9, blond-haired Australian dude. Umm. Sh*t, I need to write more than that. Okay... So yeah, Cedric stands in at five foot nine inches tall, has tanned skin, spiked blond hair... And crap, I'm rambling. Allow me to compose myself... And here we go. Cedric has twinkling dark green eyes, but not in the way that makes him look happy. We're talking in the way that makes him look slightly insane. He wears a pair of darkened goggles/sunglasses at all times, even if they aren't over his eyes, in which case they are on his forehead (there is a strap which keeps them on at all times). His nose is a little on the hooked side, his teeth are a little bit off-white, and he was developed a love for keeping a piece of wheat (at least I think that's what it is...) clenched between his teeth, tilted to the right. He seems to have a never-ending supply of those things, too. Don't ask me where he keeps them. Now... The rest of him. His shoulders are slightly slumped (he also has a scar on his right bicep, although he doesn't talk about how he got it), he's muscular (not in a body builder way, but... Lean), and... Sh*t, where was I going with that? Okay... Nevermind. Clothes then. Cedric generally wears a simple black t-shirt, a pair of faded blue jeans, and grey tennis shoes. On top of that, he also has a shark-tooth necklace that he wears under his shirt and never takes off. And... I'm done here, I do believe.
Personality: Cedric is... Eccentric? Meh, where's the point in trying to explain it. His ideas are often strange, his jokes rarely make sense, and his strategies? They involve blowing stuff up. That pretty much summarizes Cedric right there. He's a generally happy guy, and he can't really remember ever having been... Sad. Or depressed. He enjoys talking, but there are a few things he will refuse to talk about, such as the scar on his right arm or what he thinks of people. While a nice guy, if he doesn't seem to like you the first time you meet him... Expect to clash with him. It takes a lot to gain his trust.
Bio: Cedric lived in northeastern Australia his entire life with his dad, who passed on his love of explosives to his son. The two of them got along pretty much perfectly! Except... Cedric's dad started drinking one day. (Hidden stuff that only Luna can know! Oh, and me. This stuff will be revealed IC if it is revealed at all.) When NERV requested that Cedric come to pilot an EVA, Cedric jumped at the chance and has only just arrived in Tokyo-3 two days ago (those two days were spent sleeping, because sleep is awesome).
Important Details: Cedric is eccentric, originally because he didn't want people getting too close to him. He withholds his feelings, which in turn makes him even more eccentric. If he doesn't like someone at first, it would take a miracle to get him to like said person.
Other: Hugs? Free Hugs? ... As long as they are from you, Luna.

Unit#: 13
Weapons of Choice: The Kid's equipped with a progressive knife, a gatling gun, and two bazookas. Aw yeah, we're ready to rumble.
Appearance: 13, nicknamed the Landshark by Cedric, is built for power and speed. Okay, let's do this from the top down... The EVA's head appears to be a helmet of strange design. A fin starts where the nose would otherwise be, and then proceeds to go up to the top of the head where it comes to a point and comes back down. Bright green eyes can be seen where the eyes should be. Two large fins extend from the bendy-part of the elbow up to the triceps, and then there are two more fins on the mech's forearms (which can actually be used as last-resort weapons). Around the neck there is a large leather strap (where the progressive knife is kept when not being used), much like it's pilot's shark necklace. Sure, it's impractical, but Cedric likes it. On the back is another fin (whee! Fins!), which is, yes, the last fin. The legs are basically just large human legs, except the ankles are higher up so that the Landshark constantly seems to be on tiptoes/has a sort of animalistic look to it. The feet are encased in metal sandals with small, weak jets that help increase running speeds but do not allow flight.
Combat Specialty: Cedric is pretty much long-range all-out freaking offense, although he'll rush into close-range combat with that knife.

Name: Uta Weißmann
Gender: M
Age: Gee, I wonder.
Nationality: German
EVA Unit: 14
Appearance: Short story: 5'2" or so, straight black hair worn shoulder-length, blue eyes, tan skin. Her figure is slightly heavier than average; hardly fat, but not slender, either. Her face is one of those that seems to screw up the standard proportions, but somehow work and be pretty anyway. She's well put-together as far as clothing goes; usually she's wearing something like a blouse and some flatteringly-cut black pants.
Personality: Her outlook has gotten understandably more pessimistic over the last few years, starting from what some Americans might consider an all-purpose mild pessimism that is fairly common in Germans. Despite that, she can still find joy sometimes; she just needs someone to help her get out of her shell. She's diligent and determined at heart, a quality that was drilled into her early-on by her parents. She's also rather curious. I wouldn't necessarily call her "broken" yet, but we'll see what happens.
Bio: Uta has no idea who her actual mother is, because she was adopted by lesbian parents at an early age. She's vaguely cognizant of having another set of parents, but finding them isn't high on her priority list (that, and her adoptive parents mentioned something about her mother dying and her father being unable to support her). When she was 11, her mothers took her on a road trip to Austria. However, a malfunctioning set of railway lights put Uta's car on the tracks at exactly the wrong moment. Both of her mothers were killed instantly, and she was severely injured. He's mostly fine now, but residual nerve damage forces him to take painkillers on a regular basis. Since then, she's been bouncing around foster homes until NERV picked her up. She also learned how to use a sword somewhere along the way, because in anime, all Germans know how to use swords. Trufax.
Important Details: Uta believes in sort of a generic afterlife, so she believes that when she dies, she gets to go be with her parents again. Death does not scare her. Then there's pain. Pain is scary. She also has an inferiority complex; in an organization full of guys and previously, a bunch of other kids, many of whom were a-holes, she has an obsession with proving herself. She will do all manner of stupid in the name of proving that she's worthy of being "one of the guys" (all that to say, she's got a vicious cycle of beating herself up in ways that will probably get herself killed). She's tolerant of most people, but not particularly towards Americans.
Other:

Unit#: 14
Weapons of Choice: Magorox/shield, gatling gun, with a hand bazooka (or two) as a sidearm. Basically, anything as big as it can fit.
Appearance: The 14 is shorter and stockier than most of its counterparts; the designers figured that making an agility-based mech, then plugging it into the wall wasn't the most efficient choice. Thus, 14 is focused on tanking, standing more or less in one spot, and dealing as much damage as possible: draw attention, then let other people sneak up. The color scheme is red, with white and black accents. The shoulder fins are a bit bigger and thicker than they are normally, for better shielding for the head, and the armor in general… let's just say that this thing is pretty darn heavy.
Combat Specialty: Mostly defensive, but it can pack a punch just because it carries so much shooty stuff on it.
Other: (Anything important that can't be filled into those categories?)

Name: Samuel ‘Sam’ Taylor. He hates the name Samuel, so will frequently correct anyone calling him that and tell them just 'Sam' will do.
Gender: I’m pretty certain he’s a dude :I
Age: Fourteen derp
Nationality: Scottish~ hellztehyeah
EVA Unit: 15
Appearance: Sam is a pretty skinny guy, not like; oh my god is he anorexic oh god why isn’t he eating stuff what is wrong. Just skinnier than most people. He’s also probably just the average height of a fourteen-year-old boy, maybe just a little smaller. His hair is rather messy, dare we call it, emo-styled, and black. Each more defined ‘spikes’ of hair dyed a light blue colour, more dyed where the bangs hand down across his left eye, which will almost always remain unseen. Mind you, it is an absolute pain to get back to how it should be when it’s messed up even more so than it currently is. The one eye you can see is a light, greenish blue colour, eyeliner quite clearly visible around it, making his eyes possibly the one thing that stands out on him. He also has two snake bite rings on one side of his lip, yes the side covered by his bangs, so you might not even notice them. Wee Emo/Scene kid, I know, yet he’d probably get a bit p!ssed off if you called him either of those, as he’d expect you to end up stereotyping him. Did I mention how pale his skin is? Doesn’t exactly help him appear less of an emo. But that’s mainly because of how cold Scotland is, and as it doesn’t exactly get much sun, paler skin is expected. He will almost NEVER, take his black hoodie off. Oh but why. Does he cut himself oh dear ahhhhhh is that why he has to hide his arms? No. Don’t even go thinking that for one second, you don’t want him annoyed at you, do you? Unless that’s what you’re trying to do, of course. No, he wears that all the time because of the cold he’s used to, and keeps it zipped up no matter what the heat. On the odd occasion he might unzip it, but it’s unlikely he’d actually take it off or anything. But underneath the hoodie is a dark blue shirt, with a lighter blue picture of a broken heart that is melting, and on his wrist a black and white checkered wristband. Not that you would see that due to the hoodie, and the black, fingerless gloves mean it can’t slide down under the sleeves or anything. No don’t even start the emo sh!t. No. Stop it. Stop it now. He will also almost ALWAYS be wearing two black, silver studded belts over his black skinny jeans. The belts don’t necessarily do much, they’re just there. Yeah. Sometimes they’ll end up slipping down his legs, over his jeans, that’s how loose they can be. But they normally just sit there. Matching his wristband are his, oh guess what, black and white checkered high tops. The word black sure came up a LOT, didn’t it. Heh. Do take note he only loves both stule of clothes and music of ‘emo’, and definitely, as you’ve probably realised, despises the stereotypes. Here’s also some links to pictures in case you didn’t understand a word of that.
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Personality: Sam’s pretty quiet most of the time, and will probably keep to himself if possible. He isn’t exactly all that sociable; as he learned that people don’t like him for the way he looks. Surprisingly enough, he can be really kind to people when they need a little bit of kindness to cheer them up, no matter who it is, he really hates to see anyone sad. Though of course HE’S normally the one a little ‘down in the dumps’, and there’s never anyone to come cheer HIM up. He can be very, and I mean, VERY, emotional at times, crying is a usual thing for him, especially when people decide it’s a good idea to go and stereotype him. Of course, this does not help at all in showing how wrong the stereotype is. But it’s not that he can help it when everyone he knows dislikes him for the most retarded reasons ever and he can’t understand what he has done wrong. Sometimes he just needs to let it all out, really.
Bio: Well, he never knew his real father, only his stepfather. His real dad never really cared enough to stick around when he was born, so only knew his mother, until she got married again to some fuckass of a stepfather. Of course, she only did it so that both Sam and herself would actually have someone to supply money; she couldn’t refuse, as she could not do much with being infected with influenza. Well wasn’t that unfortunate, Sam ran after his mother all the time, even though he was probably only about nine or so when his mother was infected. His stepfather never seemed to help. Of course, his stepfather didn’t even like him, and to be perfectly honest, Sam never understood what he had done wrong. Maybe he was just too young to know? Of course, as time passed by, his mother ended up losing that battle against influenza, which had clearly developed further than was expected, a few weeks after his twelfth birthday, leaving Sam as an emotional wreck. Gradually over that year, his interests changed as well, and due to a sudden change of emotions, he appeared to be a stereotypical emo. Oh yes he did only like the style of music and clothes ‘Emo’, not that anyone at school seemed to care, though. Which resulted in him keeping to himself constantly, and rarely even talked to anyone. They all seemed to have a dislike for him, not that half of those people actually had even talked to him; they all just based on the fact that he was emo, and he’d to be hated. Cause of course, that’s what he wanted, right? Yeah, he hates life anyway, it doesn’t matter, and he’s clearly enjoying this pain. Oh hell were they f*cking stupid? Because it really seemed like that. Sometimes he would not even go home at the end of a school day. What was the point? His stepfather never liked him, why was he even keeping Sam around and not chucking him out? Well, probably against the law or something, but Sam always doubted that his stepfather would even consider that. So, instead he would go to a small clearing in a forest, filled with all kinds of scraps. He liked it there, it was a place away from the world, and no one was there to screech in his ear about being emo. Maybe it was his ‘happy place’. Of course, he could not refuse the offer to join in with NERV’s program. He wanted out of that sh!t hole he lived in, who cared where he was going? Who even cared. No one, exactly. No one would miss him, and he’d be away from well, everything. It sounded like a pretty damn good idea.
Important Details: It really, really p!sses him off when he’s given that stereotype of a guy who’s all depressed, slits his wrists, wants to commit suicide and all that sh!t. It can sometimes REALLY get on his nerves a hell lot more than normal. Although it’s quite uncommon for him to do so, he may occasionally let people know just how p!ssed off he is. Basically screeching in their faces about how they’re completely wrong and everything. He often, afterwards ends up feeling really bad about it, and would probably apologise if he had the guts to do so. He is also quite easily frightened, sudden noise and movements can make him jump, as he is quite ‘jumpy’ at times.
Other: FREE HUGS *FROLIC*


Unit#: 15
Weapons of Choice: Progressive Knives, Sniper Rifle, Sonic Glaive
Appearance: I cannot forever describe it for some reason. So I’ll just describe the colours based from my picture. And here is a picture I drawed
Honestly there isn’t much to say about it, but all of the white areas are black. Oh there’s that colour again. The red/pink areas were originally guidelines for the actual drawing, but I decided that those red lines are a neon blue colour. So they stand out pretty well against the black. Of course, if the red is NOT inside the black lines then the colour is not there, as that’d be colouring the air around the thing. I might as well add in that Unit 15 is also quite small. Obvs reasons in the section belooowww.
Combat Specialty: Well, Sam would honestly prefer to rely on this small strategy;
Hit – flee – hit – flee and so on. So he relies on speed to get in, hit, move out the way, and repeat. If possible, attacking from a distance is something that he would definitely do. Of course, speed and being a hell of an agile little f*cker means that taking hits is harder. Can’t have the BEST HEAVY armour and be agile at the same time, right? Well I suppose you could, but it’d just slow everything down. So yeah, speed is definitely a speciality.
Other: Moar Hugs~?