Editing Aeon War:Anizy (section)

=Background=

Just because the migou are the enemy doesn't mean that everything they said was wrong. The once proud Nazzadi warrior culture was swiftly dismantled and shamed at the hands of the ones who should've been the losers. Half-hairless monkeys who managed to have a slightly more clever brains and thumbs, most of them fat and lazy. No, the Nazzadi are a race with intent and purpose behind them. Rationally purified to be warriors rather than a lucky mutation or two along the way that managed to work out. Simply put, the Nazzadi are better because they aren't the result of evolution. Even a child can see that.

And as a child, that's what Anizy heard every day from her parents. They defected to the side of mankind not out of altruism but simply because they saw the writing on the wall and didn't want to get hunted down. Still bitter over their loss and humiliation, they raised their daughter in the "ancient" ways of the Nazzadi. Although never caught by onyone they secretly sympathized with Field Marshal Kyrsa and his forces and even provided minor aid once or twice.

Stressed out and caught between two worlds she dropped out of school and ran away from home at a young age. To survive she learned to steal things, mug people, and sell herself. But survive she did and even thrive up to a point. Aged eighteen she used the Hun-Zuti she learned from her mother well, and even managed to improvise some improvements upon it. From alley muggings she promoted to illegal fighting rings in London. There she probably would've ended up involved as some cult's seedy legbreaker, if a raid hadn't happened and arrested the entire underground club. Identities established, parents notified, and swiftly enrolled in the military. Whether using your body for sex or fighting, she was a human's whore according to them. The army life - even if run by humans - was infinitely better. At least they'd pound some discipline in her and running away was no option.

Now aged 23, Anizy has promoted to piloting a Blizzard mech. She's lost her parents' racism but substituted it for a contempt of civilians in general. Oh they have their uses, but in the end you award a medal to the sprinter and not his shoes. The latter has a supportive role that can be discarded and traded for another if needed. Her poor education is readily aparent after just a few minutes of conversation. Her English and Nazzadi are both equally terrible and she never even finished the first year of high school. She's a little sensitive about that but drowns out the feelings of inferiority with alcohol, cigarettes, and a boastful nature that plays up her prowess as a warrior and her "sweater puppies" (on the streets she's learned an impressive amount of rude words).

Appearance: Bred to some of the finest soldiers in the fleet, Anizy does indeed enjoy a very healthy genetic make-up. Complimented with rigorous training and 21st century healthcare, she has the kind of athletic body that makes people ask "blimey are they real?" (No, as a matter of fact.)

Because her hair had to stay short as a fighter, she now takes pride in letting it grow quite long. Usually it's tied back in a ponytail when on duty but she hasn't decided on a single style yet. She likes to experiment with braids, buns, and pigtails every now and then.