Rikku Ayame

Name: Rikku Ayame

Age: 15 years old

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Height: 5 feet 3 inches

Weight: 96 pounds

Personality: Although Rikku is a bit young, and a bit small she is a wonderful engineer and mechanic and is well known for her many knightmare frame designs. She is also quite well known for being very feisty and easily angered by anyone who puts her down or insults her for her size and/or gender. Rikku may be a genious mechanic, but that doesnt mean she gets her work done on time, often taking months on finishing a project that was only supposed to take a few weeks. She has not really ever sided with either side in the war, rather she simply went to the highest payer. She also seems to take little to no interest on relationships with the opposite or the same sex.

Bio: Born in a rich family in the Holy Brittianian Empire and has always hated the life of pampering, spoiling, and dresses. She much rather would live the life of dirt, grease, oil, and hard work...The life of an engineer. She has always liked getting muddy and dirty as a child, and has not changed since. After several explosions, and oil spills on dresses and white carpets she was banned from anything mechanical inside the house. So naturally she saved up her allowance to buy a massive abandoned warehouse which she has heavily armed and heavily cluttered. There she spends most of her time building make-shift vehicles, and sometimes Knightmare Frames, though the parts are quite rare. Her hobbies are slacking, building, repairing, and sleeping.

Geass ability: None, dont plan on getting one

Talents: Engineering, drafting, and the ability to design and repair Knightmare Frames. The ability to pilot a knightmare and most other vehicles very well. A good amount of accuracy with Machine guns and with throwing parts/tools.

Knightmare: Probably gonna have a long list

Role Play Sample: Rikku turned the last bolt with a large grunt and it was finally finished...Her new turret. The mechanism consisted of mostly chains, a tube, parts of a bike, and a large propane tank. She sat down in the seat, which was little more then a pillow duct taped to the now missing seat of the old bike. She gripped the handlebars and started peddling with all her might. At first things wen well, with the mechanism shooting out a massive flame, accented with her laughing and cheering. But after a few seconds the flame sputtered out, and then...the entire mechanism exploded, flinging her accross the room. Luckily she always wore a speacial kevlar apron that protected her from the blast, but the machine was destroyed. Sadly she took off her goggles and wiped off some of the ash from her face. She threw her handy wrench to the ground, as well as her apron, and sadly walked home...she would have to explain about the large black marks on her some way...But oddly...she wasnt angered by her failure, she was rather happy, for that was just one more thing that didnt kill her when it blew up in her face!

Approved:)