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The Ends Justify the Means - Reeves - 04-08-2017 'Ichaival'
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Personality A true testament to exactly how great the influence of continuous discipline and mental conditioning can be on a young mind. Larhunt was trained and bred solely to serve the revolutionary and at times radical cause of the Red Hessian Army, and to do so without any hesitation, dissent, treachery or anything else that might prove to turn his utility into a liability. A largely silent and stoic person, he operates more so on the boundaries of a well-oiled machine than human. Unwavering in the pursuit of assignments and never hesitant in carrying out an order, regardless of how morally condemnable these orders might be. It is no understatement to say that the only thing this operator knows how to do is to be a soldier and carry out his duties to the best of his abilities at all times. As an asset, he shows an exceptional level of loyalty, discipline and dedication to both the cause he is bound to serve and the people that command it. As an agent, he is cold and calculative, often treating targets like prey and handling them like a true hunter. Displaying superlative efficiency with long-range precision rifles. As such it is only natural for a man of this nature and firm upbringing to be completely aloof to social conduct and anything remotely along the same lines of this. He is both unable to understand or feel emotions, but always cunning enough to exploit the presence of them in his targets. Showcasing a good blend of steady hands and a sharp mind, lethally so. ![]()
Biography Found aboard a now defunct refuelling station, Larhunt was most likely abandoned there by parents of the unreliable sort, nearly dead from dehydration if not for the spark of inspiration in a certain Major's mind. He saw the boy as the perfect opportunity to make a wonderful soldier, if conditioned correctly and immediately. No time was wasted in doing so, but it came at the cost of his entire childhood, as such he never learned what it meant to live, but rather how to function. His life became a blur of point-to-point objectives, filled with nothing more than strategic calculations and objectives, becoming little else than a shell shaped, hammered and then finely chiselled to the degree of being a near-perfect and always obedient Soldier. To test this, he was ordered to kill the Major that found and quite literally rescued him from a certain demise. The response was immediate and the Major was given an honorary funeral and the highest posthumous awards and medals that a man of his station would perhaps be deserving of. Following a few successful operations, bordering along the lines of what the S.O.A were specialized in doing, he was quickly observed by the Director and a transfer request put through the exact day his feet were back on the flooring of a station. His unblemished service record and high level of efficiency found minor praise from the Generalmajor, regardless of which he was still dubbed her 'long-arm'. Extending both her reach as well as the revolutions, primarily down the barrel of a well-maintained rifle, pointed at anything they may deem a risk to the revolution, earning him a call-sign after an ancient Norse weapon, for although the gun may be gripped firmly in his two hands, it is the minds of his handlers who squeeze the trigger. |