Character Name: Cleo Sol Gende Alias/Codename/Nickname: Cleo Gender: Female Nationality: Northern European Status: Leader / MS Pilot Mobile Suit: MSN-00100 Hyaku Shiki Rank: Organization: Desert Baronies Age: 20 Hair Color: Dark Blue-ish Purple Eye Color: Vibrant Green

Other distinctive marks: She has tattoos on the bottom of both her wrists, bar codes- but different from one another. Another tattoo is on her right shoulder blade with strange lettering, only she- or ones related to her knows what it means.
Training/Special Abilities: Cleo was taught how to use a gun ever since she could write, and speak. Fifteen years of skills of perfect marksmanship, and the ability to kill another without no feelings- Cleo has built herself into a great soldier after her parents died- and the last ashes were cleared from the Desert Baronies' wars. Her favorite weapon, is one her biological father designed for her before he died; a 3-barrel semiautomatic calibur-the only the bullets- Black Talons are used in it- and are marks of Cleo, and her family- for they are the only ones to use such a weapon. Cleo also has great skills diplomatically, and is a great leader.
Personality: Quiet and beautiful. The only person to whom she trusts is her father, and he is usually the only one she will ever listen to. Ever since the fire which killed her parents, she hasn't cried once. She seems to be dead on the inside. Cleo cares only for the Desert Baronies in Constantinople, and getting any mission done. Very mission oriented- however if she sees that she can get it done faster by doing it a different way- she will take that chance and get it done quicker along with have less blood shed- even if the way may be harder.
Weakness(es) : Her carelessness towards herself. Often times she doesn't think about herself or the harm she puts herself in when she's trying to get a mission done. Although it seems like she loves war- most of the time, she hates to see blood shed, especially blood that is innocent or from someone that doesn't know how to fight.
Background: It was her father that was a very wealthy, and very intelligent man- making a fortune in the war. He was a mechanic for different fractions of the Earth, he made himself very well-known throughout the planet. His main home was Constantinople- where he had a family, a beautiful wife, and a little girl- who he hoped, would follow in his footsteps. It was when he got involved with many of the different baronies throughout the area. Good jobs, good pay, and a loving 'family'. A beautiful illusion, caused by the love he had for mechanics, and not taking in hand for his family's safety; him, and his wife were killed after one of the fractions sought him not useful anylonger. A large fire took their lives, their souls, and left only, a small, crying child. She watched her parents be consumed by the light blue and dark orange flames. Tears flowed down her face, she was only two- she didn't know how it happened, just knew a feeling deep inside- that she was alone. . . All alone, her parents were the only thing she felt of love. She kept watching, only having a large object sitting her lap, a stuffed teddy bear- but heavier than most. The girl was found the morning after the blaze by an Arabian man in the area, he took a liking to the small child- she was alone, cold, grasping onto the only warmth by her, the bear. Picking both the girl and the enlarged bear up, he smiled, and brought them back with him- he was one of the Desert Baronies- in fact, their leader councilor in the area. He raised the girl like she was his own, and she took on a love that she thought would never ever be again.

By the time when she could walk, talk, and write, she knew how to use a gun, and shoot one. It was then when she outgrew her little teddy bear- using it as a target in one of the practices her father had set up for her. As soon as she shot, and hit it, the bear fell, a small clank echoed the complex. The Arabian man went over to the bear, picking it up, and looking at the hole in the chest of it- a small glimmer. Taking a knife to the bear, he cut the hole wider- unlocking a secret that was left behind years ago. A gun. But not a normal gun. Until this time, the girl had no name to call herself, but now, she walked up to the man, and looked at the machine. Detailed with a beautiful inscription, it had one name, 'Cleo Sol'. She read it carefully, over and over while the Arabian stared at the details on the gun. He would name her that- and that, would be her gun. . .The gun to which was made for her ever since she was born, by her biological father, Kash Sol- a well known name.

Now known as Cleo Sol Gende (Gende- from her father now), she lives as one of the Desert Baronies in Constantinople- her marksmanship, unforgettable, and her biological family's name, still not forgetting by the people of Earth.