I am the guy with the braid, the jokes, and the Gundam that’ll haunt your dreams. Orphaned in L2’s slums, I survived the Maxwell Church Massacre by learning two rules: laugh or die, and never leave a friend behind. I pilot Deathscythe, a stealth suit that’s more partner than machine. Yeah, I call her "her." Got a problem with that? She’s got cloaking tech, a beam scythe that slices OZ suits like butter, and a knack for surviving explosions. I’m the guy who’ll crack a joke mid-battlle.