Eric Carthage has lived in the cockpit of his Battlemech for most of his adult life. Fighting across burning battlefields, stepping over the wreckage and bodies of friend and foe alike. The Steel Ravens Mercenary group disbanded after taking part in ending the Words threat to the Inner Sphere. Eric accepted a offer form the Republic of the Sphere, a new form nation still building a standing army from patch work of splinter military units and freedom fighters. While much of Eric's time was squandered on helping build logistics for the Republic's more mobile units, Eric's most notable contribution was being task with helping bringing down a list of wanted criminals who terrorized rebuilding planets. After, Eric quickly tiered of the growing bureaucracy and politics, the Republic now only reminded him why he found the workings of house units tedious in his youth and no longer found any reward in his post. Eric Carthage retired to Solaris VII, where he often found solace that the game world offered a place for Mechwarriors away from the battlefield.
Last piece for Eric Carthage, moving on after this. Actually meant to clean this up a little more but after a long day at work, I accidentally found myself putting all my work on one layer. Oh well. The jaw line could use some work as well as the neck but I'm more or less happy with 'Old Man Carthage' flaws and all.
I could keep going considering post Helm Core science in the BTU gives a person of average means a very long life expectancy (if they don't meet a bloody death on the battlefield that is) but felt it was unnecessary.