Korea's Mighty Mech~

[Yong Soo Im]

Name: Yong Soo Im
Country/ Code Name: Korea
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Affiliation: Military Mechanic
----If not Civilian: Alfred’s ship needs a mechanic … badly.

Ship Positions: Engineer, Marine (Some CQC is fine.)

“So, uh you want to know my Likes and dislikes?”

Likes:

Free Time - “Lazing about, planning your next engine upgrade, drawing sketches. Ah, that’s the way to live.”

Machinery – “Anything that has cogs, wheels and gears. I’m your man.”

Animals - “So cute and fluffy! Ah, have you met Kyon? He was my dog, a pungsan.”

The Ground – “Land walkers are great, yeah?”

Kimchi - “They said my parents came from Korea, I suppose that’s why. Oh, and don’t touch the barrels in the engine room!”

Family – “I wish I had one.”

Breasts – “Err … Yeah.” (Who wrote this here?)

Spotless Engines – “Alfred’s ship really needs something more than fixing up.”

His Walker, Zeke - “Such a handsome mech.”

Dislikes:

Strict People - “I hate people telling me what to do! They need to relax.”

Heights - “Why I don’t show up on deck? Its um … the engine room is just too comfy.”

Calling him a Bum – “It’s not that I’m lazy … I’m employed at least.”

Rust – “No one can really work with that.”

Saltwater – “It’ll kill your engine before you know it.”

Job Skills: He’s an Expert mechanic, able to fix or create everything using anything from random scrap to high grade materials, that is if he’s in the mood. Either way a he’s a good addition to any ship that still wants to fly after a fierce battle, don’t let him get near the railings though. Aside from engineering skill he also presented an aptitude for close quarters combat during his military training.

Personality and short background:

Personality

Im is the kind of person you’d love to avoid, especially for those who like things done “professionally”. Happy go lucky and pretty random, he’s more like a ticking bomb than anything else. There are times you’d see him earnestly working on his engine but those times are rare and far between, most of the time, sadly, you’ll find him eating and just lazing about. They say that he’s like that because he didn’t really have someone to discipline him when he was young; growing up in an orphanage does that to people.

Orphan

Im was born a citizen of Londinium, his parents though weren’t so lucky. They were illegal immigrants, smuggled into Londium through an ambassadors airship. They reached London and tried to start a business working part time jobs and selling herbs they find, unfortunately they weren’t successful. They had some happiness though, having a child, Im, but they couldn’t raise him, they were too poor. They gave him the best that they could but in the end, they decided that it was for his own good that they gave him up. That’s all Im knew at least, he didn’t know they’re name, not even what they looked like. Just that when they gave him up, they were in tears and his mother fainted when it was time.

Childhood/Orphanage

Growing up in an orphanage, Im had to contend with a lot of things. Bullies, lack of attention, but the biggest thing he had to live with was being different. His was asian, he always looked younger than everyone his age, he was small and scrawny and he viewed the world differently than others, preferring to eat and laze about. Thinking about the world more like a game, win or lose its all the same anyway. Another strange thing people noticed about him is that he liked to tinker with his toys a lot, usually ending up destroying them, but he was happy that he learned how it ticked.

Parents

Im never knew anything about his parents, not even their names. The only thing he knew about them was from his house mother. She told him that his parents were simple folk, trying to live their lives in the big city. One thing she did notice about his parents was that they always smelled like oil and grease, probably something to do with his love of machinery.

Military

Scouted
Im was homeschooled, like most of the other orphans, the orphanage served as a home and a school. Strangely enough his teachers first thought that he was dumb, not listening to directions, sleeping during class. They thought he was hopeless, but Im proved them wrong when it came to finals, he always got the highest scores. At first the teachers accused him of cheating and had him retake a different test alone, acing the test, they made him take an IQ test and it turned out he had a very high IQ, in the 200ths. They realized that he was just bored with the simple lessons they gave. A military recruiter heard about this and Im’s future was set. Since he was already under the state’s care, it was easy for him to be transferred to a military school, its youngest student at 15.

Training
Being in a dorm, a room by himself, Im was pretty content. There was no one to bother him, no one to grab his stuff. The only problem is that the rules there were pretty strict, he had to wake up at 4 each day, go to each class and those uniforms, he hated them. Thankfully though, he got himself in order and started to shine in the engineering classes, his hands working wonders with engines and weapons they presented. Basic training gave him a chance to show off his fighting skills, beating his teachers at every style they taught him. Im had a stellar reputation, rising through the others and graduating a 2nd lieutenant, he was directly placed in the engineer corps.

Project and AWOL
Due to his skill and expertise on mechanics, he was chosen to lead an experimental project on bipedal walkers. Steam powered contraptions, with the firepower of an airship and the armor of a bunker; it was a big responsibility for a 18 year old to bear. Superiors breathing down your neck, a lazy ass staff, deadlines, Im wanted to be in engineering to get away from it not to grab it by the horns. After several pirate attempts at stealing the project, Im already filed several discharge forms, requesting to be released. Sadly, the higher ups couldn’t let a good engineer go and he stayed on with the project, at least until the latest attempt where he met Alfred, a good captain but a lousy mechanic. He could thank Alfred for saving him and what remains of his team but he was more concerned about the ship he captained, it was bad enough to be a museum piece.

Current
After being rescued by Alfred and the Enterprise, Im concluded to set up shop in the ship’s engine room, not caring if Alfred liked it or not. His walker, having barely fit into the cargo space allotted to him, was still under repair and testing. Arranging a deal with his superiors, his facility would be the ship itself, and his teams food and accommodation, provided for in Alfred’s mercenary bills. He currently sleeps and works in the engine room, surrounded by gears, the smell of oil and a lot of Kimchi barrels.

Other:
Drinking - He’s a bad drunk, when he does drink you better hide your wallets and booze.
Fights - He gets into frequent fights with Alfred regarding his Kimchi stash and engine repairs.

RP sample:
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Special Project
Im was sitting on his bed when a knock came. “Sir, a message from central.” In a heartbeat he opened the door and looked at a young cadet slightly shivering, nervousness maybe. He gave his usual two finger salute to the cadet. “The post assignments?” The teen hurriedly saluted and passed a small wax sealed envelope. “B-By your leave Lieutenant sir!” Im waved his hand, gesturing the lad to leave. After a quick full salute, he turned and ran, probably to deliver other notes. After a minute of thinking, he grabbed a letter opener from his desk and started peeling away the sealing wax.

‘Central Command, General Alexei Rurik. Dispatch to 2nd Lieutenant Yong Soo Im, Engineer Corps. 2nd Lieutenant Im requested, proceed to briefing room 4D.’ Im blinked as he read the short message, this wasn’t the usual assignments, if the general himself wanted to brief him then it must be big. He quickly fixed his uniform and donned a hat, marching the few blocks to the room. He knocked a few times and shouted “2nd lieutenant Im, reporting sir!” He heard a faint answer and opened the door, there was only the general in the room, sitting at the other end of the oval table.

“Have a seat.” The man pointed to the other end as Im sat down. “You called for me Sir?” He was afraid it was another scolding. “You’ve been handpicked to lead an engineering team for a project. The files are under the desk, dismissed.” With that Im stood up, formed a quick full hand salute and walked out.

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Pirate Attack
A wire fence surrounded a decrepit warehouse, its red paint faded, its windows turned black. It seemed abandoned, at least until you saw the inside. Men were hard at work in the aisles upon aisles of metal parts and gears that scattered the factory floor, some were busy looking through parts while others looked through schematics, but the item that would catch anyone’s attention was a large machine in the center complex. Standing on two legs and possessing arms like a man, it was almost human, albeit it lacked a head.

In the midst of all the chaos, atop the factory floor, Im was sleeping in his booth, having just finished several remodels with his staff. ‘The machine lacked stability, but its firepower would be unmatched.’ His assistants voice echoed in his dreams, it was a problem that perplexed them, the recoil it seemed was too powerful for bipedal movement. His mind started to drift off from work when he awoke from a knock. “Sir! Its urgent! Our Scouts report an enemy ship appro--” The man’s words were cut short by a loud blast that echoed throughout the factory. “Damn it! They want the walker! Sound the alarm!” The mechanic ran off without a word, leaving Im to himself.

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Defenders
Im had little time to react; the enemy was already upon them. He ran for his rifle, loaded a clip and locked the bolt. “This would have to do.” Loud echoes of cannon fire engulfed the factory as their defense detail struggled to hold back the pirates onslaught. Having ran the few feet separating him and his walker, Im found the surviving mechanics frantically trying to prep the mech. “How long?” A bullet soared pass Im’s head as he ducked for cover. “Five!”

“Too long!” Im struggled to his feet and rounded up anyone he could find. “We have to defend this until its online! Manu, take a squad to the rafters the rest will stay with me here.” He took out his service pistol, giving it to an unarmed cadet. “No falling back, if we do. Who knows what’ll happen to our work. Move out!”

A cannon shell hit one of Im’s men as they fortified their position, barricading the small corridor with whatever they could find, scrap metal, sand bags, even tables and parts. “How many left?” Im started sniping the incoming pirates, his scope gleaming with each shot. “Sir, Manu’s squad is down.” The cadet shouted in the chaos of incoming bullets as he falls over, a bullet to the arm. Im looked over his remaining troops; there were about 10 of them left against 40 or so pirates. “Retreat! Fall back to the walker!” Im slung his rifle over his shoulder and carried the cadet, struggling to get to the machine. “Come on, I won’t let you die here.”

“Is the prep complete?” Im lead his squad to suppress the enemy. He adjusted his scope aiming for what he thought was the enemy leader and fired off several shots. Apparently he guessed right, the enemy formation scattered, it’d be some time before they regroup. “The canons are operational!” Im quickly mounted the cannon its automatic gears reacting to his precision aiming.

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The Enterprise
The whole warehouse shook as a ship’s bow emerged through the ceiling, the fog giving it a ghostly visage. “They’re here! Inclination 20 degrees!” Im adjusted the canons aim, turning several knobs and rechecking the safety lever. The ship’s starboard was in his sights as he gave the order to fire. “Set and reload!” The shell went through its sleek hull, a shudder running through the ship, its airmen obviously floundering.

“Lieutenant, The ships hailing us! They say they’re allies.” The mechanic watched the light flicker, his eyes grasping the message. “Confirmed! Change target, 40 degrees aft” Im concentrated his attention on the advancing pirates, their guns aimed and poised to fire. The allied ship surged forward, breaking metal railings and harnesses. It landed near the walker, some of its crew tossing out ropes for the mechanics. “We need to get out! There’s another ship coming!”
Im saw that they were in trouble, they were outnumbered and outgunned. “Open your cargo bay! We need to load this!” Im’s men quickly made a temporary harness around the walker, hoping that it would hold. “We’ve opened the lock! Just bring it up!” The ship’s crew held out the ropes and helped pull up the walker, its metal frame barely sliding into place inside the cargo hold. “Its secure!” Im heard the call and started forming his men. “Climb up quickly!” They started to climb reaching the hold as the ship started its lift-off.

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Escape
The ship started to launch, its propellers turning in the wind. Im got his men together, 7 left, 3 wounded. “Who’s in charge here!” He looked around, his men needed immediate medical care, he wasn’t going to let them die, not here, not now. “I am!” A man came forward, his blond hair shining in the light. “I’m second lieutenant Yong Im, I’m commandeering your ship.” Im turned around and started ordering the airmen. “Take the wounded to your infirmary the rest of you help me secure our machine!” Alfred’s men followed on instinct when they noticed his rank medallion.

Im rechecked his walker, his pride and joy, there were bullet holes on its armor there was no penetration though, at least that is to be thankful for. As Im inspected the machine, a shot rang out from behind them another ship appeared its guns pointed at them. “Move the walker!” Im and the remaining mechanics franticly turned the walker’s cannon toward the ship its barrel gleaming. “Sir, we’re loaded and ready!” Im smiled for once and turned to the canoneer, saying firmly and clearly. “Fire. At. Will.” The canon responded at once, sending a volley directly to the enemy ship, crippling its propellers, rendering it unable to steer.

Im looked at their work, the metallic silver colored machine. It saved their lives. He looked at the sky, remembering what happened. “I’m sorry Manu, guys …”



OOC Information
Name: Dem
Timezone: GMT -8
Aim: zephyrzala