Given name - Solomon Voss
Callsign - Firecracker
Age - in denial
Height - not as tall as he'd like
Weight - not as light as he'd like
Hair color - depends on his mood
AC name - Carpe Cerevisi (Latin for "seize the beer")
AC type - midweight biped with enough firepower to conquer a small Eastern-European country
Raven ranking - n/a, keeps getting knocked off
A former heavy-weapons specialist in the army, he was discharged from the service for exhausting his unit's budget with his overboard ammunition expenditures during campaigns. After a brief stint as a mercenary working for different warlords, he was approached by an old friend who invited him to become a Raven. Often described as a silent lothario, he has attained near-legendary status among his fellow Ravens for sharing the beds of many a female colleague over the course of his career. Scuttlebutt around the Ark says that he only passed the Initiation Trials because he slept with his operator the night before.
This Raven loves a good round of drinks and has a history of going on sortie while under the influence. On one memorable occassion, he was drunk enough that he destroyed an entire battlegroup that he happened to come across. Unfortunately, that particular battlegroup was the very force he had been hired to escort. Needless to say, the client was suitably pissed. Voss has also been known to start bar-clearing brawls when inebriated enough. As a result, few establishments dare to accept him as a customer nowadays. A common occurence before missions is Voss's crew chief posting bail and picking him up from whichever stockade he managed to land in the previous night.
He was once selected to take part in a shadowy "human-enhancement" program meant to push an individual's piloting abilities to the limits through the use of cybernetic augmentation. As it happens, he never arrived at the facility on the designated date. It turns out that, en route to the lab, he had stumbled upon a newly-opened bar on the outskirts of old Amber Crown and proceeded to spend the night getting fabulously legless with the owner's daughter and her best friend.
Due to his fondness for high-powered weaponry, he has outfitted his Armored Core with a variety of rapid-fire armaments. Voss was never one for precise, surgical strikes, instead preferring to saturate an area (and whatever targets are in the vicinity) with a non-stop wall of fire. As a result, he is constantly broke as most of his profits always go towards procuring more shells and bullets for his weapons, as well as more drinks for his liquor cabinet. Always wary of being bested, Voss has rigged his AC's generator with a low-yield thermonuclear device which is programmed to go critical if ever he falls during a mission, ensuring that he will always have the last laugh over whoever defeats him.
Fellow Ravens remark that he has never stayed with an operator long enough, as few can put up with his extremely foul-mouthed vocabulary. Even as a soldier and mercenary, Voss has been known to shout out long-winded streams of curses and expletives while unloading on targets. Due to his predilection for non-stop cursing as he unleashes his guns, the longest record that an operator has done mission control for him stands at three missions. Even the venerable Sophie Emilia dropped him after just one sortie.
Voss is currently on vacation in Tijuana, saying that he's just "looking for a good time" after a lot of strenuous missions. Coincidentally, the Ark's quartermaster, just after Voss's departure, has also reported the theft of several cases of vintage vodka and brandy, which are said to date from before the Great Destruction. The High Council is currently investigating the matter.
Callsign - Firecracker
Age - in denial
Height - not as tall as he'd like
Weight - not as light as he'd like
Hair color - depends on his mood
AC name - Carpe Cerevisi (Latin for "seize the beer")
AC type - midweight biped with enough firepower to conquer a small Eastern-European country
Raven ranking - n/a, keeps getting knocked off
A former heavy-weapons specialist in the army, he was discharged from the service for exhausting his unit's budget with his overboard ammunition expenditures during campaigns. After a brief stint as a mercenary working for different warlords, he was approached by an old friend who invited him to become a Raven. Often described as a silent lothario, he has attained near-legendary status among his fellow Ravens for sharing the beds of many a female colleague over the course of his career. Scuttlebutt around the Ark says that he only passed the Initiation Trials because he slept with his operator the night before.
This Raven loves a good round of drinks and has a history of going on sortie while under the influence. On one memorable occassion, he was drunk enough that he destroyed an entire battlegroup that he happened to come across. Unfortunately, that particular battlegroup was the very force he had been hired to escort. Needless to say, the client was suitably pissed. Voss has also been known to start bar-clearing brawls when inebriated enough. As a result, few establishments dare to accept him as a customer nowadays. A common occurence before missions is Voss's crew chief posting bail and picking him up from whichever stockade he managed to land in the previous night.
He was once selected to take part in a shadowy "human-enhancement" program meant to push an individual's piloting abilities to the limits through the use of cybernetic augmentation. As it happens, he never arrived at the facility on the designated date. It turns out that, en route to the lab, he had stumbled upon a newly-opened bar on the outskirts of old Amber Crown and proceeded to spend the night getting fabulously legless with the owner's daughter and her best friend.
Due to his fondness for high-powered weaponry, he has outfitted his Armored Core with a variety of rapid-fire armaments. Voss was never one for precise, surgical strikes, instead preferring to saturate an area (and whatever targets are in the vicinity) with a non-stop wall of fire. As a result, he is constantly broke as most of his profits always go towards procuring more shells and bullets for his weapons, as well as more drinks for his liquor cabinet. Always wary of being bested, Voss has rigged his AC's generator with a low-yield thermonuclear device which is programmed to go critical if ever he falls during a mission, ensuring that he will always have the last laugh over whoever defeats him.
Fellow Ravens remark that he has never stayed with an operator long enough, as few can put up with his extremely foul-mouthed vocabulary. Even as a soldier and mercenary, Voss has been known to shout out long-winded streams of curses and expletives while unloading on targets. Due to his predilection for non-stop cursing as he unleashes his guns, the longest record that an operator has done mission control for him stands at three missions. Even the venerable Sophie Emilia dropped him after just one sortie.
Voss is currently on vacation in Tijuana, saying that he's just "looking for a good time" after a lot of strenuous missions. Coincidentally, the Ark's quartermaster, just after Voss's departure, has also reported the theft of several cases of vintage vodka and brandy, which are said to date from before the Great Destruction. The High Council is currently investigating the matter.
"May those who accept their fate find happiness. May those who defy their fate find glory."
