Tarnish of House Conners
Tarnish of House Conners*
Trueborn.
Everthing about Tarnish offends the conservatives. His House, his appearence, his sloppyness.
Tarnish is of average hight, but jaggedly thin, a stark construct of muscle and bone, all flat planes and bony petrusions. His hair is dreadlocked, heavily matted cords tied back with a ragged piece of cloth. Dark tattoos snake their way up each of his arms from the wrists to the shoulder. His clothes are a chaotic collection of too small and too big. A scrounged pair of battered ground crew cargo pants and an old infantry utility jacket would not be unusual. Many believe that Tarnish has not worn anything bought new since he was old enough to choose his own clothes (well, apart from some things, obviously ... hopefully
).
But beneath the exterior burns a ferociously competetive spirit, for which scorn is but more fuel. Throughout his training, he has constantly sought, and often done so, to best all his sibkin. While his ability is not in doubt, his detractors consider him a
-up. His supporters believe that his attidude is just "a phase". Tarnish doesn't seem to care what anyone thinks. He listens to those that he has to, nodding occasionally, but saying nothing. He ignores those he doesn't have to listen to. Actions, not clothes, not words, not popularity make the Mechwarrior.
More often than not, around base Tarnish will be seen riding his pushbike, alone, except for his lean raggedy hound, loping along behind him. When out on training exercises, the hound stays by the bike, usually just dropped on the tarmac, awaiting Tarnish's return. Like his master, the dog is regarded warily by most.
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Finished reading a Wolf Clan history. Very interesting. Starting to get a handle on some of the terminology. A Nova is a mixed unit, Mechs and something, right?
