The Ends Justify the Means

[Reeves]

'Ichaival'

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Asset File - Access Granted

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General Information

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• ∕∕ Full Name: Larhunt Talehast
  
• ∕∕ Age: 25 based on assumptions
  
• ∕∕ Date of Birth: Assumed to be 799 A.S
  
• ∕∕ Place of Birth: Not Cited
  
• ∕∕ Gender: Male
  
• ∕∕ Current Residence: Not Cited
  
• ∕∕ Affiliation: Red Hessian Army / S.O.A Agent
  

Appearance

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• ∕∕ Height: 2.01 m
  
• ∕∕ Eye color: Gray
  
• ∕∕ Hair color: Black
  
• ∕∕ Handlers: Generalmajor Heinrich / Director Draay / Other Authorized personnel
  

Personality

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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.

Fighting Skills

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• ∕∕ Certification of proficiency with fire-arms A standard notch under the belt of any budding and dedicated soldier of the Red Hessian Army. He was relatively quick in acquiring this.
  • ∕∕ Certification of proficiency with hand-to-hand combat A more subtle art of striking key locations and breaking an opponent with as few hits as possible, depending on whether they are needed alive or dead. Being purely duty-bound largely benefited him in the pursuits of this proficiency, though it took somewhat longer than other Agents with more proficiency in this line of combat.
    • ∕∕ Certification of proficiency in strike-craft operation In order to participate in patrols as well as broaden the scope of his duties and usefulness to the Army in the long-term, this was a must. He treated it as life or death.
      • ∕∕ Certification of proficiency in containment and security Knowing that the special duties he was required to uphold as an Agent would require the ability to quarantine stations as well as secure important personnel, it was made a priority for him by his Handlers to make himself knowledgeable in the field, so as to increase individual efficiency, should a squad-leader in command of him ever be killed on the field.
        • ∕∕ Advanced fire-arms training Truly his brightest of qualifications, most records held by other Agents and even Army members were broken. His skill in long-range termination made him a soldier that many officers in the Army wanted under their personal command. Much to their dismay, his Handlers expressed a curt reluctance for this to ever be even a remote possibility.
          • ∕∕ Advanced special-operations training Following his transfer to the S.O.A, much of his basic skills and even advanced certifications were revisited, to ensure they were up to the standards expected of him.
            

Biography

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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.