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Name: Drakora Yeda
Gender: Male
Current Age: 19
Genetic Profile: NewType
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 122 lb
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: American

I was born. That's all I knew. My parents couldn't keep me... or simply didn't want me. I was abandoned. Forgotten. I would spend my nights looking at the stars form my window at the orphanage, dreaming to fly free of this life. I wanted to be a Mobile Suit pilot. Every book, website, movie I could find about them, it was absorbed into my mind. I had my dreams. I would spend my time in class drawing Zakus and colonies and spaceships. I was content. All I had to do was to wait when I was the right age to leave the orphanage.

Then the war started.

And what should have been the safest place in the world, became a battlefield. We were evacuating when the Zeon drop pods fell from the sky. It all happened fast. The Federation had a lager army, but tanks are no match for the giant MS. The Zaku IIs paid no mind to us, in fact, it was like we weren't even there to them. 

Until one tripped over the main dormitory we were all in. 

Looking back it was somewhat comical. The giant took a blast to he chest and stumbled back. We were lucky that only a few of us got hurt. I only got a few bruises. As the dust settled, something came over me. A rage, at most. I climbed up onto the chest of the Zaku and found the emergency hatch open on the outside. It's amazing how much books tell you. The pilot inside looked up at me in sock, the started reaching for a sidearm. I jumped down onto him, my foot landing on his hand reaching for the gun, breaking the bones. He screamed in agony, just as my fist landed in his face. I thought is hurt me more than him, seeing that I was so scrawny, but then I realized, everything was moving in slowmotion, and when I finally looked at his face I had already hit him serval times, and his blood covered my hands. I somehow found the strength to pull the man out of the cockpit, and I caught a glimpse of the younger orphans. 

They looked at me in fear. Some started crying. I looked at them, a glare trapped in my eyes. Then I entered the Zaku, and sealed the door.

The other Zakus where unprepared for my heat ax to start cleaving them in two. The Federation didn't know what to think. With my element of surprise, the battle was over quickly. From there, I, joined the Federation. At first they didn't let me fight, but after a while, provided I proved unbeatable in the simulators, I was allowed to pilot at GM when they rolled out.