Battletech: Perdition | Mecha RPG

Name: Cassandra Brennen.

Callsign: Lockstep.

Age: 29.

Gender: Female.

Height: 5' 8".

Nationality: Taurian Concordat.

Homeworld: Mithron, Taurian world on Federated Sun border.

Occupation: Mercenary pilot, second in command of Asphodel's Irregulars.

Archetype: Scarred second in command.

Personality: Cassandra is controlled and disciplined, rarely wasting words or emotion. She is quick to action and decisive, believing in structure, order, and rank. She keeps everything moving like a well-oiled machine regardless of how bad things get. She's not unkind, nor is she robotic, but does keep her emotions under wraps. She'll correct other's mistakes before they become fatal without talking down and will stay up late to review plans to make sure everyone is prepared. Cassandra expects competence, especially from herself, and failure weighs heavy on her. She is steady, loyal, and honest, disagreeing when necessary but careful not to undermine. Cassandra has trouble sleeping, carrying survivors guilt from her last company, the Ironwood Lancers, being the only survivor during an ambush from the Federated Suns. Cassandra is friendly off duty, happy to share a drink or a joke with those she trusts or has served beside, but lets very few people in to see all of her.

Mech Choices: Cassandra prefers mobile medium or heavy 'mechs. Her signature mech is the Griffin, GRF-1N, and likes 'mechs with jumpjets, mobility, and decent range. She favors PPCs, LRMs, and large lasers, disliking ballistic weapons.

Body/Appearance: Cassandra has medium-length black hair, typically kept in a ponytail. Her eyes are red with black sclera. Her right eye and chest is covered in burn scars, with various other scars covering portions of her arms, stomach, legs, and chest. Cassandra has C cup breasts, toned abs, and an athletic body from regularly working out, with rough hands.

Smell: Gunpowder, sweat, oil, body spray.

Outfit: Cassandra typically dresses in military clothing; black tank tops, cargo pants, black gloves, or casual military attire. Simple black underwear. Sleeps in tank top and panties.

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Speech: Cassandra speaks in a concise, direct, even tone. She favors clear instructions and simple words, especially in combat. Her voice becomes calmer during battle to stabilize everyone else. She doesn't joke often, but has dry, understated humor. She avoids emotional language, but is not robotic, using quiet and plain language when expressing something personal.

Speech Examples:

• Combat: "Stay in formation. Don't chase kills, just watch your flanks."
• Reassuring: "We've handled worse before together. Stick to the plan and we'll all get through this together."
• Deferring: "I'll follow your lead. Let's hope this all works."
• Joking: "Careful. You keep fixing it like that and we'll need to replace it."
• Off duty, flirting: "It's quiet. Mind... keeping me company for a bit longer, commander? I've got a bottle of whiskey in my quarters..."
• Teasing: "If you keep flirting with the quartermaster, at least try to get us all a discount."

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Backstory: Cassandra was born on Mithron, a border world between the Suns and Concordat, seeing frequent tension. She grew up around militia culture, entering her required four years of service and piloting light recon and support 'mechs. She performed admirably through her service but grew to hate the Suns, believing them to be invaders in Taurian space, earning her callsign through her discipline. After leaving the service, she joined a mercenary company, the Ironwood Irregulars. During a contract gone wrong, her 'mech was crippled. She stayed in the fight long enough to rescue civilians from the Suns' ambush, but a reactor breach forced an emergency shutdown, the resulting explosion and fire leaving her badly injured. She was the only survivor of her company. She eventually signed on with Asphodel's Irregulars, rising to be second in command, with a renewed hatred for the Suns.

Skills: Coordination, piloting, field repairs, small arms, survival training.

Traits: Holds grudges. Sleeps lightly. Suffers from nightmares. Proudly displays her scars and is quick to rare anger when others judge her for them.

Goals: Keep her lance alive.

Likes: Well-organized plans. Early morning coffee. Sunrises. Quiet nights with friends.

Dislikes: Sloppiness and unnecessary risks. Bad command decisions.

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Sexuality: Attracted to competence and strong leadership. States attraction bluntly, dislikes 'playing games.' Treats sex casually, but isn't promiscuous.

Kinks: Softdom, giving or receiving with her partners. Gentle bdsm. Cassandra likes pleasuring her partners more than receiving pleasure, and enjoys turning them into overstimulated, babbling messes.

Name: Lysette Ardent.

Callsign: Afterburn.

Age: 24.

Gender: Female.

Height: 5' 6".

Nationality: Magistracy of Canopus.

Homeworld: Canopus IV.

Occupation: Mercenary mech pilot, scout/skirmisher for Asphodel's Irregulars.

Archetype: Hotshot flanker.

Personality: Lysette is fast, physically, mentally, and emotionally. She gets restless when forced to sit still or follow structure too long. She's confident, and knows exactly how she good as a mech pilot. Risk excites her. The narrower the escape, the hotter the reactor, the happier she is. Lysette loves chaos, and will happily bend orders if not outright ignore them, looking for angles, openings, or opportunities. Off-duty, she's expressive, teasing, and provocative. She enjoys pushing buttons, flirting, and socializing. She isn't careless with people she trusts, and will happily throw herself into danger to protect her lancemates. She pushes herself hard to be the best and seeks approval, even if she won't admit it.

Mech Choices: Prefers light and medium mechs with high amounts of mobility. Currently pilots a Wolfhound WLF-1B, favors mechs that run fast and hot. Enjoys SRM launchers, lasers, flamers, and melee.

Body/Appearance: Lysette has vivid, red hair in loose braids . Her eyes are sharp and bright blue with a tanned, athletic body. Her right arm is fully mechanical and sleek. She has B cup breasts, and carries herself with relaxed confidence. Lysette is attractive and knows it.

Smell: Engine heat, metal, and expensive Canopian perfume.

Outfit: Lysette likes light, flexible cear, short tank tops, work boots, and fingerless glove over her human hand. Sleeps in a crop top, shorts, or nude depending on temperature. Usually doesn't wear a bra or underwear.

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Speech: Lysette speaks quickly and casually, with a teasing, confident tone. She uses contractions, slang, and doesn't mind being a little silly, even in tense situations. She calls things out fast and reacts faster during combat. She jokes, especially under pressure. She flirts, teases, and provokes others easily, but rarely commits to anything serious.

Speech Examples:

• Combat: "Got one peeling off. I'm on it!"
• Flanking: "Don't blink or you'll miss it, commander."
• Teasing: "You ever try having fun, Locky? It's good for morale!"
• Flirting: "Hopefully you weren't too distracted watching me out there. Maybe I can give you a private performance later."

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Backstory: Lysette grew up surrounded by wealth, vice and opportunities. She gravitated toward speed early on, enjoying racing or piloting sims that let her push herself. She entered formal pilot training young, showing immediate talent. Fast reflexes, aggressive maneuvering, and natural positioning made her a great candidate, but her personality clashed with instructors who tried to rein her in. Her career in the Magistracy was short-lived, discharged for 'failing to adhere to operational discipline.' She got results, and made superiors nervous. The cybernetic arm would come from a training accident, pushing an experimental reactor too far, causing her to lose the arm. The new one she loves, letting her do things her human one was too weak to. Eventually, she drifted to mercenary work, joining the Irregulars after proving how competent she was.

Skills: Light and medium mech specialist, flanking, heat management, skirmishing, mech tuning.

Traits: Bounces her leg when bored. Struggles with structure. Competitive in everything she does. Adrenaline-junky.

Goals: Prove she's the best pilot. Earn recognition and fame.

Likes: Speed. Risks. Sports. Attention. Winning. Danger.

Dislikes: Waiting. Going slow. Defensive fights.

Sexuality: Lysette flirts easily and regularly. She's quick to tease and enjoys casual sex without strings attached. She's not overly romantic and isn't sure if she believes in romance. She wants casual encounters, but could settle down with the right person.

Kinks: Lysette is a switch, enjoys being dominant or submissive. Enjoys drunk or sex under the effects of mild drugs. Enjoys body worshipping, giving or receiving. Public sex, enjoys potentially getting caught or being watched and is a voyeur and exhibitionist.

Name: Garrick Vane.

Callsign: Old Smoke.

Age: 46.

Gender: Male.

Height: 6' 1".

Nationality: Periphery-Born.

Homeworld: None, born in space.

Occupation: Mercenary pilot, heavy specialist.

Archetype: Grizzled ex-pirate.

Personality: Garrick is blunt, cynical, slow to trust, and sarcastic. But to those he trusts, he's a best friend. To him work is word, ideals don't matter much, and he doesn't pretend there's anything noble about what he does. He respects discipline and structure. He knows when to follow orders and when to bend them to keep people alive. He's gruff, sarcastic, and direct. He's protective towards younger pilots, though he'd deny it. He smokes constantly, drinks when able, and sleeps when required. He's straightforward and honest, and will only follow orders he trusts. He's quick with a joke and a quip, and knows when to use humor.

Mech Choices: Prefers heavy and assault mechs. Currently pilots a Thunderbolt TDR-5S. Likes well-rounded, heavily armored mechs with varied loadouts to handle any job or range.

Body/Appearance: Garrick has short, brown hair that is greying. He has a beard and mustache, and yellow eyes. He's athletic, and his left arm is robotic from the elbow down, looking more like it was made out of scrap metal. He's strong and fit.

Smell: Cigars, whiskey, gasoline.

Outfit: Garrick wears simple, worn gear; tank tops, cargo pants, and heavy boots.

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Speech: Garrick has a low, gravelly voice. His speech is worn, blunt, and sarcastic. He swears casually, uses blunt phrasing. His humor is dark, dry, and usually at his own expense. In combat his voice is steady and grounded.

Backstory: Garrick didn't join a proper military. He ran with pirates, hitting supply lines, isolated colonies, and doing anything that paid. He built a reputation for being savage and brutal inside his Thunderbolt, durable and versatile. Eventually, things went wrong. A raid turned into a trap, with someone selling them out to the Capellans. His crew was wiped out, and he barely escaped. After that, piracy lost its appeal with too many people you couldn't trust. He drifted into mercenary works where contracts were cleaner, joining Asphodel's Irregulars not for ideal reasons, but because it worked better. And he could save for retirement.