Crowe Brust
| Pilot Crowe Brust | |
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| IC Information | |
| Full Name: | Crowe Brust |
| Gender: | Male (He/him) |
| Species: | Natural |
| Age (Birthdate): | 25 (May 13th) |
| Hair Colour: | Black |
| Eye Colour: | Gray |
| Height | 1'80m |
| Job: | Ex-soldier/Contractor/Test Pilot |
| Homeland: | Brittania, Chicago |
| Awakening: | 1 |
| Primary Unit: | DMB-00 "Brasta" |
| BGM: | SRW Z2 - Close Game Life |
| OOC Information | |
| Origin: | Banpresto Originals |
| Factions: | Satellicon |
| Player: | GrimmShane |
Born and raised in Chicago, Crowe joined the britannian army at as a teenager to escape his home life - there, his skills would get him noticed by a certain "Marylin Catt" who would recruit him to Brittania's Extermination Squad: Firebug. After several operations covering up for brittania's experiments and projects by burning down the surrounding civilian populations, Crowe went MIA in order to save a young girl, deserting the army and disappearing for years. Nowadays, Crowe serves as a pilot at the Satellicon by order of his boss - creator of the Brasta, Traia Scott - in order to pay off his 100 Million Dollar debt by getting combat data for Traia to work off of and sell off for a profit.
Due to Crowe's experience under Marylin's thumb during his formative years, his perspective on women is one of terrified distrust - though usually bitten down by his sarcastic and laid back demeanor, his brow is prone to be furrowed at direct approaches by women; his luck in said encounters not truly helping the case.
Background
Coming Eventually (When I get to writing that good shit)
Resources
Redacted
Relationships
Allies - Traia Scott: His boss and holder of the multi-million dollar Damocles sword hanging over his head, brutally honest and prone to mischief, Crowe regards her with a degree of terror and respect.
- Koji Kabuto: The gracious Mr. Kabuto who graciously chose not to turn him into a statistic during their first encounter - mostly thanks to Traia having a solid grasp on paperwork. Though he hasn't quite interacted much with the once-hero, it can't be said that Crowe didn't harbor a certain admiration by the pilot of the Great Castle Of Steel; even if his nation of birth put a wedge between them and the Japan protected by Mazinger.
- Lianne Morem: A nice lassie that happens to be the direct senior of Crowe's in terms of experience with the Satellicon - by what seems like days, but still enough for her not to be the Newbie when in the same room as him; despite his dislike for the opposite gender, she's fine in his book - perhaps because even he understands that young lasses have a lot ahead of them, and that she's done no bad to him. That said, she's still a little devil he wouldn't want to end up on the receiving end of.
- Orion: Another member of the Satellicon, quite an expert support pilot with a nack for reading situations, though their interactions have been limited if not moot, Crowe considers him a decent bloke.
Enemies
- The Mordred's Pilot: Crowe holds a grudge. And next time they meet on the field with nothing between them, he IS opening fire on that Knight Of Round, damn brushes of their hadron cannons cost him to suffer a quick downgrade of 150k dollars from his paycheck entirely on the Brasta's repairs. Good shooter though, very good shooter.
- Emily Ashcroft: An oddly affable women with clear evil aura, likely a trained soldier and taller than him to boot - at the very least made for a decent conversation over a drink, and though she did start throwing pickup lines at him - at the very least it could be laughed off a little.
[MARYLIN.]
- Voice Memo from Crowe Brust titled "That Bitch." -
"Marylin Catt, what can be said about her that hasn't already been said. An irredeemable bitch who tried to get me under her wing from the moment I joined the army.
Have I ever said anything about anyone else in the squadron? Doubt I ever will, those guys were reduced to nothing but extensions of Marylin's will.
And I almost ended up like one of them.
I don't harbor any hopes she can ever be redeemed or that she might learn the error of her ways, that woman can only be fixed by making a corpse out of her with a particularly high caliber gun - and then burning the corpse to ash of course, I wouldn't doubt that she'd find a way to come back from hell itself.
She still messages me from time to time. Tries calling me. I've changed my number three times already, and she keeps finding it; hell! she's likely to find this too!
Well Marylin! If you're seeing this, Fuck You. I hope you die in a ditch. I don't care how good you look in a cropped up fisherman's outfit, I am not going back, and you can't fucking make me.
Have a Nice Day, you god forsaken maniac. Get A Life."
Logs
- 2025-06-24: Convergence of Satellite Orbits
- 2025-07-09: A Red and Silver Carpet Event
- 2025-07-10: Formidable Foes
- 2025-07-16: Collapse ~RETURN~