Vladimir Grimm

Mark of the demon.

I'm just that awesome, Halvie. And I mean, I DID design this RP with you, so I know what can and can't be there >_>

Mark of the demon.

Lel, I misspelled my character's name. //MLGPro

Mark of the demon.

Name: Mahtan Fëfalas

Age: 134

Race: Northern Elf

Mark of the demon: Both of Mahtan's eyes are tainted with black veins instead of red, the same goes for his iris; black.

Profession: Assassin

Appearance:

Bio: Mahtan was born into the Northern Elves' family. He was supposed to ascend to the throne of the forgotten race, but that changed when he witnessed his first murder. Another elf, Faelin, had been skinning tigers for food when a masked stranger came from behind in the dead of the night and cut Faelin's throat. Mahton hadn't known Faelin personally,but something inside him changed when he witnessed this event. This happened in Mahton's first 100 years. During these years he grew up with the rest of his Clan and Family, doing hard manual labor and singing their buildings into shape. It was a gift that the Elves had, they could bend nature to their will with but a simple song. However, it could never be used for bad, as the user would be immediately exiled to the Human lands. This is where the second half of Mahton's life comes in. He had found the murderer, and had encased him in a tomb of ice for all to see in front of the Ice Palace. A mixture of stone, steel, and ice, it was quite a beautiful sight. Everyone knew why the young Prince had done it, but the time that had been put into such a beautifful death had frightened them. Underneath the supervision of his parents, Mahton attended a rehabilitation course, which was enturing south of the Mountains to the Human Lands to live out a sentence of 3 years. It wasn't an exile, but Mahton knew that he would never be welcomed back. He faked his death by removing the head and limbs of another Exiled Elf, and placing his own royal pendant upon the man's dead body. He knew that the Northern Scouts were at least a day's ride behind him, and knew they would find his body. At this point, Mahton had become quite the skilled fighter, as his death happened near a year after he was sentenced to a Human life. Taking down the Exiled was not hard, and the man was carrying almost everything Mahton would need for his journey to continue. Mahton already carried his Royal Longsword, forged by the Master Smith at the palace, but he also aquired a bow and War Axe, which appeared to be Dwarven made. The Bow however was made by an Elf, it looked sung into shape, along with some sort of thin yet extremely tough vine used at the string. That was odd, seeing as how the Elves usually used horse hair. This gave Mahton the idea that he should finally descend all the way down the mountains and into the Human World, instead of living like some scum on the Mountains.

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YEAR 130 FOR MAHTON:

It had been 10 years since Mahton left his home, faked his death, and started on his journey to become an Assassin. Business was good, and life was slowly getting better. Unfortunately, during one of his contracts in Veiron, Hell itselff descended onto the city and laid waste to it. Mahton was barely able to escape with his life, and sustained temporary blindness due to a n Ancient Demon that appeared in the Capitol, an enormous bright light surrounding it's form. Mahton managed to dart through the main gate, without any blood on his hands. This was difficult as both Demons and Humans alike were attempting to slaughter him. It appeared the Humans had gone into a frenzy and were blaming anyone that they saw fit to blame, making them no more ciivlized than the Demons. Mahton wondered if it had anything to do with the Demonic presence in the city. Outside the walls was not much better, as many Humans and Elevs alike were busy hauling dead beloveds here and there, attempting to bring their love back to life. To his right, Mahton saw what looked like a nobleman, running towards the woodline with a woman in his arms, to his left, men and women alike were being thrown into a mass grave.This began his new journey, he once again had to evolve into a new being. What he would become he didn't know. Little did he realize, his change had already started. As he was making his way to the nearest town, travelers and refugees along the road kept giving him weird looks, which he brushed off easily. It wasn't until a small child pointed directly at his jogging form and said one word; "Demon! Mommy, there's a Demon!"
The child's Mother swung around and lifted a logging axe above her head, ready to bring it down upon Mahton's head. The Elf was barely able to dodge in time as the metal embedded itself into the dirt near his right ankle, causing him to stumble a bit. His legs propelled him into overdrive as he darted into the nearest set of woods and continued on his journey from there, with the faint cries of "DEMON! MONSTER!" echoing behind him. Why would they say such things? It's true they had never seen his race of Elf, but was that a reason to call him a Demon? Mahton kept this on his mind as he journeyed forth, not knowing what laid before him. The only thing he had planned was to find out what was wrong with him, and to stay away from the Humans for as long as possible as their reaction to him seemed hostile. 'This is what it feels like to be truly exiled' he thought to himself 'this is what the world shall always be like.'

Equipment:
(1) Bone Bow
(20) Bone tipped, Swan feather arrows
(1) Elven-made longsword
(1) Dwarven-made War Axe
(2) Thigh Pouches, containing:

(2) Flasks of Elvish Wine

(3) Bandages

(1) Poisoned Dagger

(1) Small Sack, filled with 20 Blood Vials [Belonging to his Victims]

(2) Poison Vials

(1) Backpack, containing:

(1) Week's worth supplies

(1) Arrow Crafting Kit, with extra bone fragments and swan feathers included.

(1) Quill, ink well, and 4 pieces of parchment

(1) Firestarter kit

(1) Bed Roll

(1) Elven Cold Weather Cloak
(1) Set of Elven Ranger armor
(1) Bandit mask

Other: Mahtan is straight, though he doesn't prefer the company of either males or females. His many years on this cruel earth has taught him only one thing; Kill. He wears a mask of emotion that hides his true self, which only comes out in battle. He enjoys wine, the sound of swords clanging, and the screams of Demons and Orcs as they lay slain beneath the human or elven warriors. Not that he has slain any himself. Among these things, he especially loves Tavern minstrels. They always comfort him while he's preparing for a kill, singing about the lands before the Demons and how prosperous they were, filled with joy. Mahtan doesn't remember these days, as he was born in The North, among the ice-hut dwelling Elves.

Xcom- Sigma Squad

Seems kinda dead to me :/

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I didn't know for sure, so I had Nic blind-firing in my post.

Xcom- Sigma Squad

Nic had only just begun to peel himself from the wall by the time Marius dropped into the battle, his heavy suit leaving an even greater dent than Nic's own departure from the Skyranger. With quick acknowledgment of Torkel's status update, Nic began dashing towards the Gas Station, LMG up and at the ready for any sort of contact. As a green series of shots erupted from behind the counter that was now painted green with Alien guts, Nic slid underneath Marius' MEC arm and against the gas station wall. Not noticing the acid-like substance that had just barely grazed his Titan Armor, Nic immediately lifted the large LMG up and over his head; right at chest level with the gas station. With a quick flip of his finger, the LMG went into a long and rapid series of shots.

Nic did his best to keep the weapon steady, his muscles flexing and relaxing in-time with the burst fire of his weapon. He kept his eyes focused on the MEC trooper, attempting to figure out where he should be firing. "Marius, see movement?" was the simple words spoken over the comms once the LMG fire died down. Nic was going to wait for a response before moving from his cover, not wanting to risk being hit once more. The smell of burning armor was already thick in the air, and Nic sighed at how much it would cost for it to be repaired. Being a soldier at heart, Nic liked to keep his equipment flawless, and was furious at the sight of his once perfectly red and shiny armor being black in one area.

The Russian popped out the spent cartridge and thumbed in another the empty slot, locking it in to finalize the reload measure. To his left, he saw Torkel still in pursuit with the aggressor from before, and to his right was the MEC, it's still-spinning weapons facing the destruction that was the gas station. As a last measure, Nic grunted as he pulled a large cylinder from a slot inside his armor, then spoke once more into his comms; "Torkel, see if you can't get that bastard off the roof, and do it fast. I have a surprise for our friend."

Within the next couple of seconds, the pin was pulled, and the grenade was lobbed towards the Motel. The blinking time-bomb landed at the bottom of the nearest ladder, and Nic rolled onto his stomach with his LMG pointed at the area, waiting for something to happen.

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(Sorry for double post) But, urukhai, if I post something that you didn't want to happen, just tell me and I'll be more than happy to edit the post.

Xcom- Sigma Squad

Nic didn't rappel, he simply hopped out, which is why the Titan armor caused the pavement to crumble, due to the weight of the armor and the height of the drop. I'm a fan of 'suprise attack' xD And I figured since the Skyranger can't land...what says we can't clear the LZ?

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During all the running around and getting into place, Nic remained calm and collected. He had been in more battlefields than he could count, so why should he try to push all other emotions out and focus on something else? The only emotion he needed was hate. Hate for the Aliens that destroyed Alpha, hate for the friends he lost, hate for every person that said he could never become a soldier. All of this ignited a fire inside him that only death could extinguish.

Upon receiving the orders, he merely shook his head and placed the thick helmet on, locking it in place. He finally opened up his mouth and spoke a simple sentence as the rear of the VTOL opened, revealing their drop zone. "Бог дал, Бог и взял." (Meaning God Gave, God Took Back) before jumping out of the low-flying craft.

His large boots cracked the pavement under his weight, and Nic grunted ever slow slightly as he quickly moved to maintain balance. He threw a Russian curse over his comm system and then raised his LMG, scanning the area for anything suspicious. To his left was a civilian, not moving, but seemingly crouched in the corner. He took note of this as he slowly made his way towards the individual, veteran eyes still scanning the area. He noticed that his companions hadn't dropped (At least, he hadn't heard them yet), and did a quick 360 to confirm his assumption.

Noticing that in fact, they were not directly behind him, he shuffled as quietly as his armor could take him to the civilian, and pushed roughly on his shoulder. "We need to g-FUCK!"
Upon being touched, the Civilians body cracked and crumbled into a pile of flesh and bones. It seemed something burst out from inside of him, and had cleaned his innards out almost completely. Nic cursed once more and called over his comms; "Marius, Torkel, anyone? I've located a civilian body near the Motel, it seems something has...eaten it...sucked it dry. Something. Where are you?".

As if to answer for his team members, Something loosed a horrendous scream from behind, apparently from the small parking area that was in front of the Motel. Despite his size, Nic had the reflexes of a cat, and he quickly spun around and began firing in bursts at the nearby vehicles, hoping for a lucky shot on whatever had caused the noise. Deciding the best thing to do was to push his large frame into some sort of corner, Nic backed up over the dead civilian's body, his Titan armor crushing the remains into a human pancake.

Becoming frustrated at the fact that nothing had died yet, Nic flipped to full auto and sent laser beams rocketing into the ground and every car in the parking zone. A few caught on fire, and one blew up, obviously must have been carrying some sort of flammable item. A loud clicking noise interrupted his barrage of beams however as his cartridge ran dry. At this time, a dark and tall shape took the opportunity to sprint around the side of the building and out of sight. By the time Nic had his large Laser rifle fitted with a new cartridge, the Alien was already gone.

"Once more he called over his comms; Contact. Enemy. East side of Motel, Armed and Dangerous. Be careful, comrades."

Xcom- Sigma Squad

Oh god, trust me I know how you feel. I have more rust in me more than the game Rust ; n ;