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Nathaniel “Driver” Douglas Age: 27 Skin Color: Mid Tan Hair Color: Light Brown Eye Color: Hazel Height: 6ft. 4 in. Birth Planet: Invictus Date of Birth: March 13, 2011 A.C. (After Collapse) Born to a middle class family on the planet Invictus in the Blue Sky System, Nathaniel Douglas had dreamed of becoming a mecha pilot after watching an aerospace show at the age of 7. He entered the Dark Moon Mecha Academy at the age of 15. During his time at the academy, he had made many friends until it was time for graduation at the age of 18. However, during the graduation ceremony, the Dominion had launched an assault on the Academy, and

This is an idea for a Mecha Series that I’ve had in my head for sometime now. The basic premise is that its about a mecha pilot from a ‘Real Robot’ setting finding themselves in a ‘Super Robot’ setting. The ‘Real Robot’ setting has elements of ‘Mobile Suit Gundam’, ‘Macross/Robotech’, and ‘Battletech/Mech Warrior’, while the ‘Super Robot’ setting has elements from ‘Power Rangers/Super Sentai’, ‘Voltron/GoLion’, and ‘Zoids’. In the ‘Real Robot’ setting, there are three human factions who are at war with o

The wound closed beneath the soft blue light that came from Richard's hand. While he was initially hesitant to take the Transhuman Potion, he felt that he could do more if he had the ability to use magic. Most people who became Nephilum chose to use their magic for mundane purposes. Others went to either join the military or law enforcement upon becoming Nephilum. Then there were people like Richard, who chose to use magic to heal other people. Most of them were doctors who worked at hospitals. Father Richard Edmond meanwhile, was a priest at the local Catholic Church. He felt that by becoming a Nephilum, he could do more in the Good Lord's

"Pull!" With a KaA-CHUNK! the ball shot out of the catapult into the air. Before it could descend, a white beam of light had fired at it from a hand that was glowing a similar white light. In an instant, the ball exploded into chunks of rubber. "Steer-rike!" the owner of the hand, Leonard called out. "Nice shooting Leonard." Matthew, Leonard's brother, said as he stood next to the catapult. "Thanks Matt. I've been practicing." Leonard responded. "I noticed. That makes thirteen in a row." Matthew said, as he marked another line on a marker board, under the 'Hit' section. Leonard smiled at the sight of the marker board. It was definitely a