Theodore Locksley

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  • Name: Theodore Locksley
    Age: 31

    It had been an odd journey for this pilot and his faithful steed. How he got here was confusing at best, a great big hole, an explosion for three and suddenly he was in a world that seemed like, and largely unlike, his own. Initially, fear and panic took over, communications were cut, his mecha was beaten and bruised, if a figurative sense, and he could do nothing but try his damn best to fix the immense thing.

    Thankfully he got a crash course on basic repairs for the great big machine sometime before, which was more or less a excuse to stare at the teacher's fine... Skills in the field of mechanics, naturally. But he is thankful now for the information that did get past the distractions. But a return to his normal life would not come so quickly, as he was A) Lost in a place he really couldn't understand or begin to navigate and B) Not fully certain how exactly he got here.

    Help came from a pack of odd dog men, who naturally freaked the hell out of Theo. After some explanation and long hours of figuring out what the hell they were, Theo had started to gain what one might consider his first friends in this immense confusing new land. They were renegades, apparently, fighting against people who looked, as Theo put it "Like they're following a guide on how to look evil as possible." Finding himself with no job, no place to go and nothing really to do save pilot a gigantic battle machine, he decided to help out as he could.

    Things after that went reasonably well, he floated in and out of fighting with the folks who helped him out and other merc work. Though a great deal of things still do freak him out.

    [Open ending intensifies for convenient lead in to group.]

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