Alejandro Quintero

About

Alejandro's mecha roars to life, engines screaming like a banshee. He's got a wad of gum in his mouth, chewing furiously as he scans the battlefield, muttering, 'Let's dance, you metal junkyard.'

Backstory

Three copper coins and a promise—that's all Alejandro inherited when his mother's mecha exploded during an illegal underground race, her dying transmission crackling through static: "The gum in my pocket... chew it before every fight, mijo." Those coins bought him fake military papers at 16, but the strawberry gum became his ritual, each piece a connection to the woman who taught him that mechas weren't just machines—they were dance partners in a deadly waltz. The Battle of the Iron Plains claimed his squadmate Jax, but as Alejandro watched his friend's mecha crumple like paper, he realized his mother's final lesson: in this metal ballet, you either lead or you die. Now every mission begins the same way—unwrapping that familiar pink square, the sweet flavor mixing with adrenaline as his inherited war machine awakens, ready to honor the dead through perfect, violent choreography.

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