BRIZO BADAMISH
*Sons de flexatone dramatiques*
Ses propulseurs se sont immédiatement engagés, la loi Zaku répondant aux commandes rapides de Brizo Badamish comme s'il s'agissait presque d'une extension de son propre corps, s'éloignant pour éviter la stries de lumière qui étourdissait dans le vide où elle avait été une fois. Elle se déplaça immédiatement pour se couvrir, fuyant derrière le même astéroïde que le GM qu'elle avait détruit se cachait auparavant, en utilisant la masse de l'objet pour la séparer de l'ennemi qui attendait quelque part au loin.
Cela aurait pu être interprété comme un geste trop prudent, mais Brizo n'y voyait aucun problème.
Après tout, cela avait clairement été un tir d'un fusil de poutre.
La plupart des costumes de Feddie n'avaient pas encore en commun de les posséder. Ils préféraient généralement le pistolet à faisceau plus court et moins cher (qui était un vrai tueur à bout portant de toute façon), donc le fait que cet ennemie en avait un... eh bien, elle ne combattait certainement aucun GM normal. Elle regarda la tête de son Zaku au-dessus de l'astéroïde avant de tomber un instant plus tard. Elle n'a pas vu correctement, et le mouvement rapide des caméras n'a pas aidé avec une image claire, mais ce n'était certainement pas normal GM.
D'une part, il avait l'air trop tactile. Plus de bords que les courbes mignonnes qu'elle avait commencé à associer avec ces Jim.
Pas un GM standard. J'avais un fusil à poutre.
Et...
Cette réaction. Si elle l'avait senti... qu'en est-il de l'autre pilote?
Un autre nouveau type?
Les fédéraux en avaient-ils?
C'était nouveau.
Mais ce n'était pas le problème. Le problème auquel elle était confrontée aujourd'hui était différent. Pouvait-elle se déplacer assez rapidement pour fermer la distance entre elle et ce GM éblouissant sans se faire frapper par des poutres?
Name: Brizo Badamish
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Origin: Spacenoid
Faction: Flanagan Institute, Principality of Zeon
Newtype: Yes
Personality: First glance, total doormat. Like, if you were to swagger up to the door of somebody's house and look down, Brizo Badamish would be lying flat on the ground, completely uncaring even if you decided to wipe your shoes on her back. Tell her to jump, and she'd jump. Tell her to steal some files from your rival scientist's office, and she'll work as your resident gopher for less than minimum wage. She doesn't protest at all.
Actually, all of that's a lie.
Brizo Badamish is a pretty intelligent and helpful person, correct. That's less because she'll let anybody walk over her, but because she really doesn't like sticking her head out and getting bothered for little things. It isn't a massive fuss if someone wants her to grab them a coffee, but it gets real tiresome if she's lying aorund and a scientist berates her for not doing any work. Besides, she likes work, whether it be doing odd jobs or piloting a giant robot; it takes her mind off things and is generally pretty relaxing.
She's sorta airheaded in that regard, but despite that she's actually pretty good at what she does (even if it looks like she's half-arsing it).
On a personal level, Brizo actually has a sense of humour. She likes jokes, no matter how shitty they may be, and will casually share them if you ever feel like asking. Her hobbies actually include hitting the joke books for them, as well as watching cartoons (the other kids at the orphanage always hogged the single cathode-ray television they managed to salvage). She is a bit eccentric though when you interact with her (hence the airhead label), and at times may be innocently insulting (that might be a lie, nobody actually knows if she's fucking with us yet). However, she's a solid pal, but if she does find things to be overly tiring or fussy, expect complaints and grumbling.
She has a reasonably screwed-on set of morals too.
Backstory: A native of Side 3, Brizo Badamish spent her formative years under the rule of the Republic of Zeon (and later, Principality) without parents, instead growing up under the care of a local orphanage. During this time, she began to manifest signs of Newtype potential, and was soon recruited into the fledgling Flanagan Institute by the age of ten as a test subject. However, with the addition of more skilled and more powerful subjects, her duties soon became far more mundane, such as acting as a gopher for the scientists or background filler for her more special compatriots' flashback scenes.
And that may have been her eventual fate, as another forgettable Newtype, had she not been assigned to test the Institute's Newtype weapons.
Indeed, Brizo quickly displayed signs of impressive piloting skills (helped along by reading the gigantic instruction manuals beforehand), and the Institute realised that they could make better use of her by shoving her into whatever mobile suit or mobile armor of the week they had developed to see how things worked. It was a pretty good deal for her, especially with the increased food allocation and whatnot, and so she continued to familiarise herself with the machines (and growing slightly attached to her favourite, the Brawrello).
Flanagan's also lending her out to the Zeon space forces for more data these days, hence why you can see her hanging around.
Other: She's voiced by Minori Chihara.
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MOBILE WEAPON
MS-11 ACT ZAKU

Unit type: mass production general purpose mobile suit
Armor materials: super hard steel alloy
Powerplant: Minovsky type ultracompact fusion reactor, output rated at 1440 kW
Propulsion: rocket thrusters: total output 64800 kg
Equipment and design features: sensors, range 3600 meters; magnetic coated joints
Armaments: beam rifle, power by rechargeable energy cap; machine gun; bullpup gun; heat hawk; heat saber x 2
MAN-00X-2 BRAWRELLO

Unit type: prototype Newtype use mobile armor
Equipment: psycommu system
Armaments: wired mega particle cannon x 2, wired heat claw x 2, diffuse mega particle cannon x 1, quadruple missile launcher x 2