Name: Kiva Marsden
Call Sign: Bombshell
Rank: Mech-Tech
Unit Assignment: Stainless Chrome
Vehicle/Mech: “What’ve you broken now? Oh? Really? This should be fun!”
DOB: 5 Sept 3007
Age: 26
Nationality: Lyran
Home Planet: Coventry
Ethnic Background: Caucasian
Height: 5'2"
Weight: None of your business
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Emerald Green
Major Identifying Marks: Besides her figure and long blonde hair, blue overalls emblazoned with patches from several Lyran AFFC units – such as the 26th Lyran Guards.
Player: Sethsmatches
Born on Coventry to a family of modest but capable means Kiva first got introduced to the innards of a ‘mech when her mother took her to a ‘bring your child to work day’ at one of Coventry Metalworks maintenance depots. Being an energetic child Kiva was soon helping the other techs by fetching and carrying various tools and small parts all over the hangar. Her obvious interest and parents’ limited means also meant that her family could save on babysitting by leaving her and her younger siblings with whatever team was pulling the late shift when they took a special night out, which gave extra opportunity to explore the innards of these behemoths (Being small enough to actually crawl around inside a ‘mech has also given Kiva insights into the inner workings of a ‘mech that few techs possess)
Babysitting eventually progressed to holiday work and finally an internship and qualification as a Mech-Tech from Coventry Metalworks as Kiva grew to womanhood.
Being at Coventry Metalworks also had other advantages. In 3026 the head of the depot retired and asked Kiva if she would be his partner at his retirement ball. This led to the discovery of Kiva’s other passions of Ballroom dancing, particularly Waltz and Slow-Foxtrot, and the trappings and social minefields of the ‘high-life’.
With the build-up and coming of the Fourth Succession War patriotism, the chance to travel, lucrative earnings and the chance to work on real battle damage made it a simple choice to volunteer – many of the officers were cute too in their uniforms.
While not a fan of being involved in direct combat Kiva’s record does show some commendations for the display of both ‘courage’ and ‘resolve’ while performing her duties under fire.
Working on the Drac front has also given Kiva a functional understanding of Japanese spoken in the Combine.
Upon joining a new depot news of her dancing skills, and looks, often meant that officers seeking to show off their dancing prowess, obviously, would invite her to the various social engagements required of Lyran officers. This allowed her to keep dancing and acquire a small but lovely set of ball gowns and the occasional piece of jewellery. Problems would arise when her partners wanted them back again or sought to take their relationship to the ‘next level’ though.
The possibility of ‘scandal’ involving a ‘mere mech-tech’ usually made it easy to secure a transfer to a new depot when it became necessary to part ways from certain admirers.
Her latest escapades have left her needing to resign from the AFFC and leave Lyran space though. Her last suitor wouldn't even take a portable Taser hint and was willing to bend the bureaucracy and risk scandal. Fortunately he wouldn't risk his career so he hasn't followed her.
While working her hair is pinned in a high messy bun with strands falling out that is placed under a 6th Lyran Guards beret that looks one size too big for her.
Overall, when working she displays a calm confidence built on a near lifetime of experience countered by the enthusiasm of getting a mech back in good working order, the first time. She displays a fiery streak when berating unlucky MechWarriors over the condition of their mechs though: “You’re wearing out the gyro bearings again?! I told you last time to run her for ten minutes before jumping to get the lubricants properly distributed!”
When she pulls out the stops and puts on one of her gowns and dancing shoes she’s a flirtatious terror of the floor: “Does your dancing skill also extend to other endeavours?”
Otherwise she’s personable but quickly tires of undesired attention.
