5’10”/137 lbs.
Name: Varren Yinyues
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Age Appearance: Slightly younger than his given age, can be perceived as a 16 year old.
Personality: Varren is eternally loyal to his comrades and through who are close to him, being taught the rights and wrongs at a young age. He has a natural sense of justice, and believes that those who commit crimes or horrible acts should be dealt with. The boy is compassionate,understanding and is driven by good morals; perfect qualities for a guard who serves for the crew. He never disagrees with orders and is always happy to lend a helping hand to crew members, even if it’s for minor tasks. Varren is good at defusing arguments and keeping others calm, since he cares more about the well-being of others, rather than his own. Overall, he acts kindly to those who deserve it, and operates as expected to those who are unethical or pose a threat to the crew.
At least, that is the facade which he cowers behind. Internally, Varren is a complete mess of emotions and dishonest feelings. He uncontrollably has nightmares of his father’s demise, which haunt and torment him. Though he may look like sort of an airhead on the outside, he is actually a blunt realist, who sees the world for what it is. Yinyues lives off of an empty heart, which he tries to fill with a fake persona, to protect the shambled wreck which remains.
When it comes to combat, Varren’s composure is a mixture of the two personalities. The compassion for fellow human beings goes straight down the drain, and he has mental control of himself. Due to the fact he mutes out his churning opinions and internal feelings, he is able to think rationally and realistically. If a comrade were to fall before him, he would rather finish the rest of the enemies before checking on the wounded. Whether or not the person survives is an outcome of battle, and only minimal time can be given to mourn, before moving on to the neck objective. Though, he treats his comrades as family, and would rather have any adversaries focus on him, since he is more agile than most individuals.
Backstory: Varren was born on the island of Lemnos, within the main city, Myrina. The region was named after an island which existed a few centuries ago, ran by a civilization known as The Greeks. Unlike the original island which spanned 477 km, this one was only a minescule 22 km. It was renowned for its large metal deposits, and harbored a constantly bustling trading port. Education was based around mining rather than the normal plethora of subjects, there weren’t many jobs to choose from either than harvesting the island for its exports. Even though the island is only 22 km across, its vertical height is technically unknown. Though, as workers mine deeper into the land, the pressure increases as they descend. The job is dangerous, yet profitable.
Varren was adopted by the chief of police at the age of two, a single man who had chosen to never marry. Inadvertantly, he chose to take a child under his wing instead, somebody he could trust to take the reins of the police force. Of course, it was a hassle and a very complicated job to raise a child, especially for a man who had to refer to his memories of how his mother raised him. He only knew the bare minimum; feeding, changing the baby’s diapers, taking him out for strolls. Though, off of this base, the chief was able to develop and enhance his abilities as a parent. Since the man was at the office most of the time, he had the tendency to frequently bring his son to work. His co-workers found it laughable how the brass-hearted boss cared for a helpless child.
By the time Varren started his third year in school, he had been balancing his studies and training with firearms. Since Lemnos had a high-traffic port, the police had to constantly monitor each ship which entered and left the island. Anything was possible, which meant the officers had to train for any sort of scenario, and must be able to quickly adapt. This capability was something that Varren aspired to. Working in a unit, stopping crime, saving the day, it was all his dream. He intended to make it come true, as he practiced his accuracy with low-caliber firearms on a daily basis, observed cadet training sessions, and read up on previous combat situations. A majority of the time, the life of a Lemnos citizen was peaceful, since the crime rate wasn’t too high. Yet, once in a while, there were those who wished to end such lives, people who Yinyues learned to despise.
By the time Varren was seventeen, he was close to graduating from high school, and had already passed cadet training under his father’s wing. A tradition for the school he attended was to go on an annual field trip to the city hall, the center hub which ran the mining industry and trading regularities. It wasn’t anything special to the student, as he had seen the inner walls of the grand building multiple times, more than he could count. It was just a cycle nearing its final revolution, soon he would be serving and supporting justice. Though, something out of the ordinary occurred. During the middle of their ordain tour, gunshots went off near the mayor’s room. Everybody within the hall stood motionless, unsure of how to react. They all watched the door of the office expectantly, waiting for something to pop out. After a few moments, armed individuals bursted out of the room, escorting the mayor with a rifle pointed at his back. It wasn’t long until the whole entire ordeal turned into a hostage situation. The unsuspecting guards who were stationed inside of the building were easily picked off, as they were vastly outnumbered. After a few minutes, the police finally responded. The extremists which had taken the hostages demanded that the highest ranking officer enter the building, unarmed. Even though all requests were made, the trigger-happy terrorists fell back on their deal and set off an pre-placed explosive charges. Afterwards, an intense firefight broke out between the police force and the gunmen. While all of this was happening, Varren and his classmates were taking reconciliation, out of harm’s way. After the firefight had finally came to a close, the police force breached the building and completely searched it. It was confirmed that only one officer was killed in action; Varren’s father.
Varren simply could not stand living on the island which served as his father’s resting bed. He had to leave the island as soon as possible, for his own sanity’s sake. But before that, he had to secure a job which provided a steady income. Rumors spread that there was a small squad of ex-police from another island, who served as guards for a cargo ship. Yinyues believed he could employ his skills best in the profession. The police force granted him use of one of their rarely used PDWs, along with contact information to the ammunition provider. Once he acquired the necessities, Varren made his way to the arranged meeting place. He was not surprised that he was the only applicant, as it was only a mere rumor. But there they were, three men who were carrying advanced firearms and batons. The leader of the crew introduced himself as “James”, and after a tedious interview and review of the boy’s abilities, they let him into the team.
Classification:The Young Guard - There is absolutely nothing magical about this man except for his ability to deal with lowly-regarded complaints from crew members, forced down upon him by his higher-ups.
Skills:
- Close Quarters Combat:[/*] Since Varren’s firearm is a low-caliber PDW, it’s rightful home is close-up combat, where there are only a few yards between his opponent, and bullets must be dumped before he has to take cover. The user must adapt and work with the gun’s capabilities. Because of Varren’s sleek figure, he can run at higher speeds and close the gap between combatants.
- Maneuverability:[/*] Varren has a finesse when it comes to moving his body in the direction he wants it to go. Agile, nimble, and quick on his feet, he is able to adapt as the situation changes, and can find ways to flank or move out of his enemy’s line of sight. This also helps out when he is assisting crew members, such as getting into spaces without much breathing room. His body is scarily compatible, which he uses to his advantage.
- None as of yet, either than simply pointing his firearm and shooting it.[/*]
- Electric Baton: A standard issue detainment baton, used by guards and rule-enforcing personnel aboard The Free Wind. The blunt weapon is small, compact and lightweight; perfect for swift movements. [/*]
- FsW-24J Tecpatl: The Tecpatl SMG fires a 6.2x25mm caliber round, has a firing rate of 750RPM and is loaded with a 40 round arc magazine. The firearm is equipped with an iron sight and STANAG rail. The attributes of the gun are picked from predecessors from decades ago, the result was a well-rounded PDW with low recoil, employed by most sub-military professions. Of course, Varren is only authorized to use lethal rounds in certain situations, such as an attack by armed assailants. To compensate, he carries with him less-than lethal ball rounds.[/*]
- Magnetic Boots: Whenever fellow classmates paraded around their most modern and top-notch footwear, Varren could just mention these bad boys and make them shut their traps almost instantly. To an unacquainted user, the boots feel sluggish and heavy, and seem to inhibit one’s movement rather than enhancing it. He was given the pair of boots as a present for his sixteenth birthday. Yinyues would have never guessed that they would have been the last things he would receive from his noble father. To an experienced user, whose feet and leg muscles have adapted to moving swiftly with the extra weight, it opens up new possibilities and ways of movement.
”All forces are free to engage. Green light is given.”
One Year Earlier - Colony of LemnosFive minutes before The Battle of the Fourth Ward
Varren jammed the magazine into his issued rifle and pulled back on the charging bolt, whilst peering out the open bay of the helicopter. He was barely able to think over the loud humming of the relic, a troop transport which was employed decades ago. Though, the heli was refurbished with an engine which ran off of aura reserves, making it environmentally clean. The Lemnos Police Department only had a few of them in their arsenal, since the island itself wasn’t that large in size, they were only deployed for high grade missions, where danger was at its highest. He stared at the rest of his squad, who were checking their gear and loading their weapons, prepared for a combat drop. ”How did it all go to shit so fast?” The young man thought to himself as his eyes strayed towards the Area of Operation. The formation of pave hawks was en route to the fourth ward of Miynura, which was under attack from multiple bombings, which were mostly followed through by the terrorist organization which murdered his father a few weeks ago. All Varren could feel for the organization was undying hatred and the unquenchable thirst to avenge the man. ”Alright, the terrorist group known as ‘Titan’s Hand’ has set off multiple bombs in the fourth ward, and is proceeding with their attack as we speak. The fighters have been confirmed to be utilizing low caliber arms, along with dumbfire APGs and other assorted launchers. The origin of their armnment has not been confirmed as of yet, but it is suspected that their weapons were supplied by external colonies. Our mission is to secure a LZ and extract as many civilians as possible. Ally colonies will be sending their own forces to assist in the next hour. Alright, get re-” The captain was cut off mid-sentence when an explosion went off inside of the formation, causing him to avert his eyes. A distressed voice came onto the comms,
”This is Phoenix 1-2! Our wings have been clipped, I repeat, our wings have been clipped! Our main rotor is out, we have no lights!” The pilot screamed through his microphone, Varren glanced to his side to capture the hawk’s status. The man’s analysis was an understatement, Yinyues stared with his mouth agape, taking in the scene before him. Half of the Phoenix 1-2’s rotor was completely blown off, the remaining portions of the blades were melted by a blueish residue. Varren lent away from the opened door, cuffing his hands over his lids as the heli broke into a barrel roll and plummeted to the earth, utterly left to gravity’s will. All he could hear was the hawk crashing into a building, followed by the sounds of crumbling rubble. Just in a span of a few seconds, roughly ten lives were already lost. The right side gunner of Varren’s helicopter traced the trail of energy left by the rocket, and sent a volley of rounds towards the area. This was Yinyues’ first operation as an officer of the LPD, a horrible way to start his career. Varren suddenly jumped out of surprisement when he suddenly felt a hand grab his shoulder, shaking him from his daze. ”Yinyues, get your head in the game! We are one klick out from the LZ.” His CO ordered him, then went off to check the other squad members. The young man nodded, grabbing onto his firearm tightly as the pave hawk decreased its altitude.
”This is Phoenix 1-3, no eyes on any survivors from 1-2. Splitting off to LZ Sierra.” The pilot notified Command of their change of course, sticking to the plan as the helicopter began to bleat its speed. Both door gunners were watching the ground, trying to spot any infantry awaiting them. ”We are landing at LZ Sierra now, all forces, free to hop out.” Phoenix 1-3 hovered a foot over the rooftop of the building, ”Go go go! The captain barked at the men, standing on the edges of the helicopter. Two squads consisting of four officers each deployed from the open bay. The combat armor weighed Varren down, along with the heavy helmet and restricting knee-guards. Overall, the young man was far out of his comfort zone, completely unprepared for the situation. As soon as he set foot on the roof, a comrade shouted ”Duck!”. Thanks to the extra weight of the protective gear, Varren fell flat to the concrete as a round flew over his head, deflecting off of the helicopter’s plating. The door gunner quickly acquired his target and sprayed into the adjacent building, Yinyues covered his ears from the deafening crackles of the expended rounds. The two squads took the chance to crawl towards the roof access door, and pushed down the building towards the street level. He found it challenging to calm himself in such a situation, adrenaline pumping through his veins as they ran through the hallway. ”This is Phoenix 1-3, we are spooling off from the LZ. We will remain in the AO and will continue with runs on marked enemy foot mobiles.” Varren’s commanding officer acknowledged the notification as they ran through the building, finally reaching the bottom floor.
The resistance surrounding the complex was exterminated by Phoenix 1-3, giving the two squads the chance to break off and search for survivors on their pre-assigned routes. Gunfire was constantly echoing in the distance; thankfully it wasn’t directed towards Varren’s squad. Almost as frequent as the firing of bullets, was the organization’s demolition work, causing building to collapse and take out whole blocks. After thirty minutes of searching, the fireteam managed to locate a dozen survivors, and were proceeding to the extraction point. The squad moved up in a diamond formation, creeping through the streets with the civilians in tow. Each member was on high alert, as the group had to take multiple detours to reach their destination. Varren’s CO grabbed his radio and whispered into it, ”This is Sierra 1. My squad is en route to the extraction point. Phoenix 1-3, are you nearby?” It turns out the helicopter was about 1 klick, providing close-air support for an insertion team from an ally colony on the southern side of the ward. “Alright, we’re almost there, just remain calm everybody.” One of his squadmates reassured the civilians, trying to calm them down as they walked down the road. A majority of them were shivering out of fear and shock, finding comfort in eachother’s presence. The squad members were completely silent, diverting all of their attention to their assigned angle, keeping an eye out for any hostiles.
It all happened in slow-motion through Varren’s eyes. The sound of the first shot being fired, followed by the deaths of two of his comrades. They were both lit up from multiple angles, as they were too late to react. The CO and Varren leaped behind cover, the former individual being closest to the enemy. The young man stood in front of the civilians behind a the confines of the of a collapsed building, whilst his squadmate took cover behind the only substance between him and the hostiles; a pair of small wooden crates. ”Varren, get down! APG!” The man called out from behind the boxes, until a round bursted through the crate, burrowing into his back. The man must have died instantly, as his body went limp the second Yinyues’ ears picked up the thumping of the bullet penetrating the wood. Though, the young man had no time to mourn for the loss of his squad, as he remembered his CO’s callout before he passed on. “Everybody, get down!” Varren screamed as the rocket propelled by aura of a cyanic hue flew past him, the heat and propulsion of the projectile caused him to lose his balance. The rocket came into contact with a surface, exploding behind him. It took him a bit to wipe away the grime and soot which covered his goggles, then quickly got to his feet. The young man felt his whole body tense on the spot, unable to comprehend the sight before him.
The rocket spared Varren’s life, but instead took those of the civilians. “This is… Sierra 3, need assistance.” He was able to muster before running over to where the civilians were huddled up. In their place were the vaporized remains of bodies, though the one who was the farthest back was still alive. He instantly rushed to the woman, whose leg was blown off in the explosion. “Listen, miss, everything is going to be alright. I just need to quickly close up the wound.” The young man tried to say reassuringly, bullets ricocheted off the wall providing them cover. Bravo squad, along with Phoenix 1-3, responded over the comms and informed him that they were almost at the block. The woman was taking short gasps, trying to intake as much oxygen as possible. Varren dug into his kitbag and took out some gauze, tying it around her leg with his hands, which were uncontrollably shaking. The woman was attempting to make out some words, “Please don’t talk miss, save your breath.” She rolled over to her side, revealing the more grave wound. A shard from the APG had impaled her in the back, judging by the amount which was showing through the skin, it had been burrowed deeply into her lung. Varren already realized the woman was a lost cause, relenting himself to only holding her hands as she drew her last breath. With it, she managed to let the words ”Thank you…” roll off of her tongue. He grimaced and picked up his firearm, his eyes void of emotion.
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