Height: 1.82m (5.9 ft)

Weight: 61 kg (134.5 lbs.)

Eyes: Light, somewhat piercing blue. He is near blind, but keeps a rather thick pair of glasses to use when necessary.

Hair: Brown and mid-length. Mid-length is sort of a generalization as his hair is rather wild and sticks every which way due to the fact that he never does more than run his hand through it after bathing.

Face: Lean and rather sickly-looking due to his continue recovery from tuberculosis

Clothes: T-shirt, loose-fitting pants, and almost always a trench coat that he uses to hide his lanky appearance. He also has a top hat and monocle, but only pulls those out when he decided a point needs to be made very clearly.

Personal Weapons: While Albert does refuse to kill anyone, he is capable of using force, and often carries a stun baton or dart pistol.

Well, Albert’s story starts out like most do, with a mother and father meeting. Unfortunately for Al, he never got to hear that story. His father, Tavion, a poor ZBC citizen who worked as a farmer in Laringrad, Loramere, was recruited by the ZBC when one of the many rebellions broke out. Shortly thereafter his father was killed. Kaitlin Camus, a native and Al’s mother, was demoted below the former status they had as a poor ZBC farmer, thus forcing Al to grow up in very poor conditions as Kaitlin tried to scrape together a living.

Al grew up and discovered that he had an aptitude for Zoid piloting combining that with his ZBC heritage he managed to get into the Imperial Army upon turning 18. During his training at Fort Paston, Al contracted a serious case of tuberculosis which went untreated because of his mother’s place of birth. The Imperial Army decided that he wasn’t army material shortly after Al came down with the disease that prevented him from piloting Zoids or even really moving about. They told him to leave and find his own way home, but due to his condition he literally couldn’t make it home. He wandered in the desert for a mere two days before collapsing.

When he awoke days later in a single room, but surprisingly large house and was greeted by a young woman by the name of Nancy. The walls of this house were lined with books. Philosophy books, books on war, books on love, books about books, and basically any kind of book you can imagine was there. Nancy revealed to him that she was a philosopher of sorts and lived out here because the desert air helped preserve the books. She also said that she found him passed out while on her way to Karnesk, the nearest city, to pick up supplies. Albert’s condition continued to worsen until he was a mere 34 kg and Nancy openly expressed concern about his life while Al privately thought that this might be his end, but he refused to tell Nancy that and said he was going to get better. That was his low point though and shortly after he began his slow recovery. Given all the time he had to spend in bed he had a lot of time to do nothing, so Al decided to start reading. He read a majority of Nancy’s library and that’s how he developed most of the philosophies he upholds today.

During Al’s recovery in Nancy’s home the revolution on the Eastern Continent occurred and the ECA was formed. Because of their location they often heard the fighting going on outside, but paid it little heed and dismissed it as a simple excuse for those who wanted to power to take it. That changed for Al when Nancy didn’t come home from one of her trips to Karnesk. He decided to venture out himself to look for her shortly after he deemed her “late”. It was dark when he left and he discovered that a skirmish had occurred along the route to Karnesk. As we walked through the battlefield he discovered a rather ghastly sight. Silhouetted by the full moon, a Stealth Dragon with a couple charred spots was silently facing a motionless Deadborder. He continued walking, but tripped over a lump on the ground. When he inspected it closer he discovered it was the charred remains of a human. Appalled, he bolted as quickly as he could away from the two Zoids. While he was looking back at the site of two Zoids mutual resting ground he ran into a Gustav. It was no more than 40 meters away from the other two and when he inspected it closer he found that it was Nancy’s Gustav. He looked all around the area for her but did not find her. He continued searching the area for two days without sleep before stopping. He returned to the Gustav, climbed in, and simply sat there. He doesn’t remember how long he sat there or if he fell asleep or really anything at all. When he came to the sun was setting and the two Zoids were once again silhouetted only this time by the setting sun. He stared at them until the sun finally set and made the decision to take them.

He decided that he would make an ironic twist out of their fate and use these two war machines to try to establish the world he dreamed of. A world where everyone had the freedom to do anything that didn’t infringe on another person’s freedom, a world without killing, and a world where people could get what they needed to survive simply because they needed it. He drove Gustav over and climbed into the Deadborder first. To his surprise he could find nothing wrong with it. He had no idea why it had been abandoned because everything on it worked. Shrugging the questioning thoughts off he loaded it onto the Gustav. He sighed and prepared himself for the next part, loading the Stealth Dragon. He made his way to the cockpit and was surprised to find that the insides were not charred. He booted up the system to try and figure out what had happened. He discovered that the cockpit hadn’t fully sealed and theorized that when the Deadborder used its flamethrower that the cockpit simply got too hot for the pilot and he panicked, jumping out, and likely getting lit on fire himself. Al liked that theory because it could also explain why the Deadborder was empty. The other pilot may have seen this and was not the soulless bastard that Al had originally pictured, so the other pilot, horrified at what had been done, fled in disgust at himself and what he had seen.

Al took the Zoids back to the house, made the minor repairs that each needed, packed up his favorite books, some clothes, and all the money kept at the house, and headed out to make his new world with his Zoids and the Gustav, he rechristened Nancy.