Name: Eiros Harper
Profession: Mobile Suit Pilot
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Blond
Character Rank: E
Appearance: Tanned with sun-bleached blond hair, Eiros is covered with scars and tattoos from too many fights and too many memories best forgotten. His blue eyes never meet his smile, and there are some who swear they don't even reflect light- like the eyes of a dead man. He wears button-up long sleeved shirts, usually half unbuttoned, whether there's an undershirt or not, and clean dress shoes under slacks. His collar stays up to hide his face from anyone he can't see, and his half smile is as genuine as he can force.
Biography: When the sun shines the blue sky hides the stars. What does your openess hide, Erios Harper. What has clouded your eyes?
A boy meant to be in the military, his father signed him up from a young age to begin training as an officer. A staunch supporter of the Global League, Eiros' father saw his boy as little more than a tool to be use for his beloved coalition. Eiros almost fell in with this idea, becoming an officer who's soul was dedicated to the GL. What else did he have going for him- besides, free room, board, action, and respect. But most of all, he had direction.
And now? Now he's a drunken womanizer. A brawler. An outlaw, on the run from the largest power in history. Now he's just trying to die. After all, when you have nothing to win, what do you have to lose?
Sample Post: "What was that?" The giant's breath reeked of more stench than any alcohol can kill. Erios hid the fact that he was almost knocked out by that little fact with his best dangerous smile.
It didn't help negate what he said next.
"I was just commenting on how someone as ugly as your girlfriend is lucky to find someone that makes her smell good."
Erios smiled as he flew through the cigarette smoke. So did the woman in the shadows. A kind table broke Erios' fall, even as he broke it. Much to the chagrin of the patrons using it to partake of the degreaser that somehow didn't eat through the bottle. He grinned at the giant. His cheeks weren't even touched by the smile, and his eyes shined like ice. The drunk didn't notice though- he was already on his way to the kid, a look in his eyes that wasn't promising positive prospects for the poor appendages of the boy. Erios shot up as Stinky came within range and snapped a kick to his ribs. A grunt issued from Erios' lips as he contacted with the steel wall of Stinky. The world went black for a second, and Erios picked himself up from a table. A gorgeous lady, obviously out of place, sat there studying him. "Why hello," he began, offering his best smile. She smirked back, and nodded to behind him. Without looking, Erios replied, "Oh, I've got time."
There was a tap on his right shoulder. "Hold on, I'm busy." There was a hand on his shoulder. "Now I have time!" he said, as he was spun about to face Stinky again.
Now, a normal person, around this time, would be wondering when he learned how to fly, and find the oncoming window distressing. Wait- that's wrong- a normal person wouldn't be facing such a situation. Erios, on the other hand, was having a rather grand time and the glass bit into his back and he landed in a street puddle. Erios staggered to his feet, drowsy from too many knocks to the head and a strong rush of both endorphins and adrenaline. Stinky approached, and he just stood there, licking blood from his lips. "Come on!" he roared. "That all you got?!" Stinky reared back, then stopped. He stumbled a bit, and tried to pull his shoulder into view. Unsuccessful, he fell unceremoniously into the dirt. A snore issued over the din of the street.
Erios collapsed, victory falling from his grasp. He was pulled from his despair by a strong hand under his arm. "I believe you've outstayed your welcome, Mr. Harper."
Erios failed to mumble anything coherent as he was set into a car and driven off.