Francisco di Maradona [Liberators]
May 20, 2019 2:17:18 GMT -6
Post by cy on May 20, 2019 2:17:18 GMT -6
Name : Francisco Reyes di Maradona
Gender : Male (he/him)
Callsign :
Age : 25
Country of Birth : Calamba, Laguna, Philippines (Earth)
Nationality/Ancestry : Filipino
Position : Skirmisher
APPEARANCE
idiot.jpeg
PERSONALITY
His looks and typical company would not reflect his mild-mannered nature. Eyebrows drawn in a permanent display of displeasure, he fits right in amongst rough-looking bunches. He looks mean, the type that always looks ready to square up, reel back his fist and let it loose -- and to be fair, in some situations, he is. But to conclude that Francisco di Mardona was a short-fused brute prone to violence would be too simplistic to be true.
"He's contrary" is a fair assessment and in fact it's true that he possessed certain traits which supported that statement: Francisco would not be Francisco if he didn't speak without considering the consequences of his words, wouldn't be Francisco if he didn't let his passionate attitude control his diction, wouldn't be Francisco if he backed down in a verbal disagreement.
But aside from that he could be considered fairly likable. A man controlled by a strong will to be reliable, he oftentimes brushes aside his own safety and wellbeing in favor of providing aid and support to his fellows. his deep caring towards his teammates is more often the cause of the more aggressive demonstrations of his terrible temper than any insults pointed directly at him, though he does show notable disdain towards those who treat others coldly for little justifiable reason.
Though rough around the edges, he's very empathetic and in fact welcomes others' worries, as he wants to be able to understand his companions the best he can. His desire for open communication and rather trusting attitude means that he reacts rather poorly to being slighted or lied to.
… Also, he’s a dumbass.
INTERESTS
SKILLS
black box
To put it briefly, he’s a bit of a pain when it comes to matters of close quarter combat. An area that one might consider his specialty, he’s managed to translate his melee expertise into the way he handles his machine, making him rather troublesome to deal with if you’re on the opposing end of his fist.
loewenbein: jagd
He’s persistent in a way that’s lauded by his superiors and dreaded by his enemies. In scenarios where some may find themselves paralyzed with indecision, Francisco is capable of gritting his teeth to get the job done. With an iron resolve, anything is possible no matter the odds — at least, that line of thinking hasn’t failed him yet!
la campanella
His mind might be a little slow, but his reflexes certainly aren’t. As if to make up for his lack of smarts, he’s been gifted with a strong sense of intuition that proves invaluable on a battlefield full of chaos.
AREAS OF IMPROVEMENT
scopedog
He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed by any means. Actually, he might even be considered the second dullest, if not the dullest. Of course, matters of strategy are often left to the people with braincells to spare, so this isn’t something that he feels hinders him too often. As long as he receives a concise set of commands there’s usually nothing to worry about!
am i cool?
That sour look on his face is… just his face, really!
… Not that anyone believes that given his rather weak ability to de-escalate situations. With little emphasis on his social life after joining the military, he’s as awkward as they come with a face that screams ‘What’re you gonna do, stab me?’ — not exactly the best match.
chirico's pistol
While his melee skills are worth noting, his ability to handle ranged weaponry is… also worth noting, if only to comment on how he’s somewhat lacking. Of course, he isn’t downright awful, but when compared to someone with clear proficiency, he’s about average (maybe even a little below).
HISTORY
To say that Francisco di Maradona had never known the life of a civilian would actually be fairly accurate. Rather than him, it was Francisco Reyes, son of ESU admiral Enrique Reyes, as far as anyone knew, that had lived in quiet comfort during his childhood years.
He had everything he might’ve wanted, and he didn’t want for much. But his halcyon days would be cut short when it was revealed that he was the product of an affair: an unwanted stain on his father’s reputation, one that caused strain on his household, one easy enough to excise once the proper arrangements were made and he was sent off to the military academy where he wouldn’t be a bother.
He never met his actual mother, but he took her name nonetheless. As Francisco di Maradona he knew that returning to that quiet, civilian life was impossible — so he accepted his circumstances and devoted himself to becoming a soldier. What he lacked in brains he more than made up for in tenacity and raw talent.
It wasn’t his intent to catch his father’s eye, but following the years of toil both physically and emotionally, he was offered a position on Luna within ESU’s testing division. Years of believing that the man who could so easily toss him aside held no remorse for what he’d done were slowly being replaced with feelings of hope, of trust — but bonds of blood are weaker than they say, and Francisco, perhaps over time, had forgotten how good of an actor his father was.
They’d encountered a Martian fleet, had no choice but to fight back, and, in retrospect, maybe he wasn’t as lucky as he thought to have survived. And while the wounds he’d received became scars which faded, the turmoil in his heart only grew. This punishment — as he saw it — for wanting too much left him more bitter than before, but one fortunate thing came of this turn of events: a chance to pilot once more once his wounds had healed, pilot and fight — and tear down the ESU that his father had valued more than his family, more than him, with his own hands.
Gender : Male (he/him)
Callsign :
Age : 25
Country of Birth : Calamba, Laguna, Philippines (Earth)
Nationality/Ancestry : Filipino
Position : Skirmisher
APPEARANCE
idiot.jpeg
- Standing at 5’11, with a serious expression on his face that typically comes across as more annoyed than anything else, Francisco is most often seen as a rather imposing figure, one that even the most confrontational reconsider approaching.
- His build is athletic; at a glance one can tell he’s hit the gym more than once.
- Tanned with plenty of moles scattered across his body, he’s also prone to freckling.
- His typical clothing style also communicates his lack of interest in fashion: he prioritizes practicality, functionality, and comfort over all else.
- His hair is cut short and blonde, but clearly dyed: his roots are starting to show.
PERSONALITY
His looks and typical company would not reflect his mild-mannered nature. Eyebrows drawn in a permanent display of displeasure, he fits right in amongst rough-looking bunches. He looks mean, the type that always looks ready to square up, reel back his fist and let it loose -- and to be fair, in some situations, he is. But to conclude that Francisco di Mardona was a short-fused brute prone to violence would be too simplistic to be true.
"He's contrary" is a fair assessment and in fact it's true that he possessed certain traits which supported that statement: Francisco would not be Francisco if he didn't speak without considering the consequences of his words, wouldn't be Francisco if he didn't let his passionate attitude control his diction, wouldn't be Francisco if he backed down in a verbal disagreement.
But aside from that he could be considered fairly likable. A man controlled by a strong will to be reliable, he oftentimes brushes aside his own safety and wellbeing in favor of providing aid and support to his fellows. his deep caring towards his teammates is more often the cause of the more aggressive demonstrations of his terrible temper than any insults pointed directly at him, though he does show notable disdain towards those who treat others coldly for little justifiable reason.
Though rough around the edges, he's very empathetic and in fact welcomes others' worries, as he wants to be able to understand his companions the best he can. His desire for open communication and rather trusting attitude means that he reacts rather poorly to being slighted or lied to.
… Also, he’s a dumbass.
INTERESTS
- He doesn’t have many hobbies he’d consider worth mentioning (given the environment he’s been in for a considerable amount of time), however he does find himself enjoying mundane tasks. Washing the dishes… getting groceries… if you consider running errands a leisurely pastime, Fran’s definitely unopposed to it.
- He wasn’t allowed much leisure time, and even now he doesn’t have much time to indulge, but Francisco is a fan of swimming. He’s never done so competitively, but one wouldn’t be able to guess considering his solid form. … But it’s just a hobby, honest!
- Due to his upbringing, Francisco learned to play the piano. His repertoire includes mostly classical (romantic) pieces and various pieces suited for dance (mazurkas, tarantellas, waltzes, etc) as well as some ragtime. He doesn’t play very often, but his muscle memory allows him to play pretty well for someone who insists he’s extremely rusty.
SKILLS
black box
To put it briefly, he’s a bit of a pain when it comes to matters of close quarter combat. An area that one might consider his specialty, he’s managed to translate his melee expertise into the way he handles his machine, making him rather troublesome to deal with if you’re on the opposing end of his fist.
loewenbein: jagd
He’s persistent in a way that’s lauded by his superiors and dreaded by his enemies. In scenarios where some may find themselves paralyzed with indecision, Francisco is capable of gritting his teeth to get the job done. With an iron resolve, anything is possible no matter the odds — at least, that line of thinking hasn’t failed him yet!
la campanella
His mind might be a little slow, but his reflexes certainly aren’t. As if to make up for his lack of smarts, he’s been gifted with a strong sense of intuition that proves invaluable on a battlefield full of chaos.
AREAS OF IMPROVEMENT
scopedog
He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed by any means. Actually, he might even be considered the second dullest, if not the dullest. Of course, matters of strategy are often left to the people with braincells to spare, so this isn’t something that he feels hinders him too often. As long as he receives a concise set of commands there’s usually nothing to worry about!
am i cool?
That sour look on his face is… just his face, really!
… Not that anyone believes that given his rather weak ability to de-escalate situations. With little emphasis on his social life after joining the military, he’s as awkward as they come with a face that screams ‘What’re you gonna do, stab me?’ — not exactly the best match.
chirico's pistol
While his melee skills are worth noting, his ability to handle ranged weaponry is… also worth noting, if only to comment on how he’s somewhat lacking. Of course, he isn’t downright awful, but when compared to someone with clear proficiency, he’s about average (maybe even a little below).
HISTORY
To say that Francisco di Maradona had never known the life of a civilian would actually be fairly accurate. Rather than him, it was Francisco Reyes, son of ESU admiral Enrique Reyes, as far as anyone knew, that had lived in quiet comfort during his childhood years.
He had everything he might’ve wanted, and he didn’t want for much. But his halcyon days would be cut short when it was revealed that he was the product of an affair: an unwanted stain on his father’s reputation, one that caused strain on his household, one easy enough to excise once the proper arrangements were made and he was sent off to the military academy where he wouldn’t be a bother.
He never met his actual mother, but he took her name nonetheless. As Francisco di Maradona he knew that returning to that quiet, civilian life was impossible — so he accepted his circumstances and devoted himself to becoming a soldier. What he lacked in brains he more than made up for in tenacity and raw talent.
It wasn’t his intent to catch his father’s eye, but following the years of toil both physically and emotionally, he was offered a position on Luna within ESU’s testing division. Years of believing that the man who could so easily toss him aside held no remorse for what he’d done were slowly being replaced with feelings of hope, of trust — but bonds of blood are weaker than they say, and Francisco, perhaps over time, had forgotten how good of an actor his father was.
They’d encountered a Martian fleet, had no choice but to fight back, and, in retrospect, maybe he wasn’t as lucky as he thought to have survived. And while the wounds he’d received became scars which faded, the turmoil in his heart only grew. This punishment — as he saw it — for wanting too much left him more bitter than before, but one fortunate thing came of this turn of events: a chance to pilot once more once his wounds had healed, pilot and fight — and tear down the ESU that his father had valued more than his family, more than him, with his own hands.