>>60477265>Profession: Deserter>Past: Street Child>Squad: Hunter Squad>Underground Skills: Sixth Sense.
:Social Skills: Lip Reading>Field Skills: Athletics, Toughness, Sharp Eye.>Military Skills: Wearing Armor, Heavy Weapons, Sleep Control, Discipline, Pain Tolerance.
Violence is all I ever knew. Growing up an orphan on desperate, overcrowded streets was not pleasant. I've blocked out most of the memories of my childhood. I did what I could to survive and eventually joined the military just to get three square meals a day.
Training camp was tough. Luckily I had developed a sharp eye and something of a sixth sense as a youth. It wasn't enough to save me from an accident in sparring. My eardrums were burst and I was rendered deaf.
I learned to lip read, put on a helmet and some arrmor, and pretty much never removed them again. I learned to wield a spear, and the constant wearing of armor conditioned my body. I became tough, resilient and numb to pain and panic.
In the end things didn't work out between me and the military. I didn't see the point of killing my fellow humans. We had enough problems to deal with already. I deserted, but didn't make it far before I was caught.
My new life with the Hunter squad suits me rather well. My deafness keeps me on constant alert. I've learned to fall asleep and wake up quickly, trusting to my sixth sense to let me know when danger is near. My "comrades" speak freely of me in my presence. They know I cannot hear them but none realise I can read their lips from behind my visor. The ones who speak well of me usually come back from our excursions. The ones who don't tend to meet with unfortunate accidents.
I always return. My armor is strong, my spear is sharp and my purpose is clear. I kill the creatures of the mist and do it well, for violence is all I have ever known.