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Accessing: Imperial Ruler, Emperor Titus II

Titus Alexander Reynald II, the ruler of the Empire and the youngest ruler in all of Imperial History.

Let's start with the basics, Titus's dad died young, in his 40's leaving Titus JR here to take the throne and position of Emperor at the age of 17, now 22 years old and five years into his reign, he's doing a pretty good job all things considered. Ordinarily you would think one so young would have advisors trying to seize his power from him, and you'd think right, there have been many attempts to corrupt him.

However Titus has parried each of these skillfully and is turning out to be one of the Empire's greatest rulers, yet all is not well in his perfect world. Like his father before him, Titus seeks peace with all the other races on Anola, something that does not sit well with many in the Empire. They fear that the other races will destroy the purity of the Empire's human essence and therefore, secretly plot against him to undo his power.

Only time will tell if he's able to keep hold of it.

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Accessing: Imperial Legionnaire 

In all of the Imperial Army, none are more feared than the Legion. Many both outside and inside the Empire believe they are a myth, a horror story to tell children who misbehave, but they are indeed real and it is right to be scared of them.

The Legion are a 200 strong force created for ONE purpose. Protect the Emperor no matter the cost. Because of this the Legion soldiers are drawn from the most devoted, if not fanatical parts of the Imperial Army. They are then subjugated to intensive training and cybernetic enhancement tech courtesy of Cenabrum. Once enhanced the soldier in question must go through a process known as mind scraping.

The brain is scrapped of all information not necessary to the duty of protecting the Emperor, by having surgically controlled needles injected into the brain to remove or erase not necessary pieces. These are then replaced with cybernetics to the make the soldiers the perfect killing machine. Very little of the human in question is left at this point, but in his/her place is the perfect warrior.

Removing name, past, and all factors deemed "Expendable" the soldier is then equipped in Plasteel armor and given a new name and number. Said Legionnaire will be assigned a task and will not be replaced until he dies of old age or on the battlefield. The Legionaries are not rewarded with medals or trinkets, instead they mark their armor with studs showing how long they have fought. One stud for each year or service. This means that if you ever see a Legionnaire covered in studs, you had best stay out of his or her way.

Armed with an Energy Gladius and Shield the Legionaries march into battle shield against shield deflecting or absorbing even the most powerful rounds fired from weapons. Their shields upon contact with the enemy can paralyze muscles making for easy kills, and their swords can slice through any metal with ease. They are also equipped with arm mounted machine-guns if they need to close with the enemy.

Perhaps the most terrifying aspect of the Legion is their armor. Plasteel is resilient to the point that a .50 Caliber round to the helmet will simply knock the Legionnaire over without killing them. Grenades do not hurt them, and even flamethrowers are useless against their insulated suits.

Only ONE Legionnaire has been injured in history. During a long siege against a rebel stronghold, two Legionnaires were deployed to storm the camp at night. The raid succeeded in killing the rebel leadership, but Lucius 75 took a 20MM chain gun round directly to his shield. The round flew through and severed his right arm from his body. Yet he survived and now serves with a plasteel arm.

Thus no Legionnaire has ever died in combat, and some say they are truly invincible.

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Accessing: Imperial Army Soldiers

The Imperial Army is the largest on the continent. Armed with the cutting edge in weapons, vehicles and body armor, many are right to fear the Imperial Army's true might if it were ever to awaken.

Most of the soldiers who join the army are drafted from the Spire Cities deep in the Empire. Said soldiers are usually pulled from the slums and brought into the standard Infantry, while the upper class are made officers. Said process of selecting officers has no need for quality control as usually the men under the officers will decide if they approve of him/her or not. If not, they return home in a box. Majority of the Empire's armies are "conscripts" drawn up like old fashioned militia's having only to serve 4 years before returning home, though they may choose to stay on longer to make a career out of the military.

Upon joining the Imperial Infantry all soldiers start out as standard infantry. From there the path they decide upon is laid out in various directions. We will assume that said soldiers are going to join the army as a career.

Upon completing his 4 year service a soldier may choose three paths. He may stay in the basic infantry and become known as a "Veteran" allowing him to reach higher ranks and gain access to special weapons not allowed to basic soldiers.

He may choose to join the Specialist Infantry and be sent into the Mechanized, Armored, or Ranger Corps. However if he chooses to do so, he must repeat another 4 year service before he becomes a Specialist Veteran.

The final path available lets the soldier become a "Havoc Marine." The Havoc Marines are essentially a policing force that patrols the borders or lands of the other nations. These marines are typically assigned to the Hybrid Training Camps, or Fortresses to oversee the Hybrid Mercenaries in the name of the Empire.

From Right to Left: A "Veteran" Infantry soldier armed with a standard assault rifle. A Havoc Desert Marine deployed to the Deserts of Ceabrum armed with a laser rifle A Specialist Veteran armed with a Rocket Launcher and Carapace armorI

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Accessing: Hive Cities of the Empire

The Empire is home to over 5 billion people, half the total population of this entire planet. Even with a supercontinent the size of Anola, there is not enough land for that many humans to thrive peacefully and successfully, thus the Grand Cities were created. These beyond massive cities, are man made mountains of steel, aluminum, ceramite and human blood. Built on top of each other, different platforms give rise to different living areas.

From the slums of the Foundations, to the rich and wealthy mansions of the upper class. They stretch for miles upon miles into the air and out into the surrounding lands, like massive pyramids that seem to grow out of the ground if viewed from far enough away. Yet that is not the case…these were all man made, and while Lucina Civitas, the Capitol would have you believe that all Grand Cities are stunning creations of mankind, they are from that. They were created for one purpose. To raise, train, and equip the Empire’s military. The massive Grand Cities are breeding grounds, training fields, and factories all in one, and show just how destructive humanity is, even toward its own kind. As in life, we must start at the bottom and work our way up.

The same could be said for anyone who lives in a Grand City. The bases of all the cities are massive subterranean and foundation based complexes that allow a stable setting for which the city may be built further. However, as the city grows in size and height, the foundations and those inside them begin to suffer. Toxic chemicals and waste from the higher settlements make their way down into the foundations where the average citizen must not only deal with avoiding sickness, but also the dangers of collapsing foundation zones, and even starvation as those below are the poorest of the poor. This horrible living condition gives rise to crime and gang activity, resulting in uncontrollable riots and civil strife among all those who endure it. Ironically this is where the Empire gets its best soldiers, as many have already grown up learning to kill, and having such a vital skill at an early age makes for a good solider. The military is also the only way someone from the Foundations may escape them, unless they were extremely lucky and found their way above ground to the middle class level.

As one reaches above ground and escapes the living hell that is the Foundations, they might expect a better life, but one breath of foul and toxic air will tell them otherwise. The middle levels are home to the average citizen and every essential job one might find in a city. However, in a Grand City, who’s creation and sole purpose is war, the average citizen will find themselves toiling away for the war effort. The wages are fair, and life is much easier than in the Foundations, but only just. Thick smoke belches from the factories and homes of those on the middle class, and the smog that doesn’t flow down to the lower levels, hangs in the air, eclipsing the sun in most normal conditions and creating an abundant overcast setting every day.

A citizen may count himself lucky to live among the middle floors as the only other option would be to return to the Foundations, or leave the city entirely to become a member of the Agricultural force. Neither of which is appealing, but one wonders if those in the position as symbol labor do not seek better freedoms for all of their hard work. I feel their pain, for I too was once a slave of the Empire. Finally, the upper class living in their gleaming towers and spires. Far above the choking smog of the middle class leave those in the Spires. The wealthy, elite, powerful, and everything else someone below might despise. There is literally nothing to resect in the Spires. While one would hope that those more blessed than others would be thankful for what they have, those high in their towers could not care less. To them, those below them are expendable servants, and if said servants cost them their reputation, due to a failed production standard, or due to an output failure, then the upper class will indeed punish them.

The only Spire dweller I have come to respect is Colonel Alan, simply because he too is military like I am, and he has proven time and again that he cares more for the individual than any of the other upper class ever will. One wonders why he never became a politician if he cares so deeply for them, as politicians have the ability to make life better for the middle class. According to his own words, even if he was a politician, there would always be another to undo his own hard work for the people. Status quo must not be changed according to them. More like they don’t want to give up ANY of their power…some things never change I suppose.

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Accessing Silva 9 Records….. Input Password: ******* ** ***** Welcome Commander! Accessing Files: The Great Cataclysm..... ........ ........ .......

There’s an old saying that I’m quite fond of. “Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” I suppose that Volkein’s children believed they were immune to the power of corruption as they themselves began to drift apart and focus on themselves and their own creations, rather than work together to make the world as their fathered intended. Its hard to explain just where everything began to unravel and spiral out of control, but in my own opinion, it started when Lucida appeared on the planet to present herself to her “subjects.”

Unsurprisingly the humans of the planet did not take Lucida’s serpentine appearance well and believed she was some kind of demonic creature from the depths of the world. They chased her through plains and forests and would have slain her mortal form if not for Infernus and Terram’s timely intervention. Terram turned the very forest against the humans with his powers of nature, having vines and roots seize and hold them in place. Infernus then engulfed their weapons in heat making them to hot to be held. After which he wanted to immolate the humans that stood before him, bound and defenseless but Terram, always young and naive talked him down. He explained that since all human life on the planet would soon know of them perhaps it was time they all made themselves known.

His siblings agreed and upon returning to their divine realm they shared their ideas with the others. Ventia and Saeva agreed but Tenebra believed something else was a foot and shared his feelings with his sisters. Both felt the same and it was decided that they should spend the most time among the life they trusted the most in order to protect themselves if something were to go wrong. It was not long before all the Spirits chose to do this and WHO they choose actually explains a great deal about our world today.

While of course they spent time among the respective Arcane families they imparted their magical talents upon, it was their other prospects that would shape our world the most. 

Saeva and Terram both integrated well into the race that would become the modern Animalians. At this time of creation, “Animalians” were humans with animal features like wings, claws, tails, etc and intelligent animal life had yet to appear. It was said that one of Saeva’s goals was to create intelligent animal life and have them live among human life, though Terram was quick to remind her that humanity was a fickle creature and would not accept others with their own intellect. Still, the brother and sister spirit instilled a great love of nature, spirit, and ancestors into the “Animalian” culture.

The Psionian ancestors, who would later inhabit the lands of Cenabrum were visited by Ventia and Tenebra. The Spirit of Death’s insight into life and the beyond gave vast philosophical knowledge to the people, but unlike his brother Terram, the knowledge he provided was cold and logical causing the people to think with their minds rather their hearts, something that would greatly anger Terram in the time to come. Ventia added to this knowledge by telling them that nothing could restrain their intellect. If they would work together toward the greater good, then even her own storms would be nothing but inconveniences to them. Tempted, the people began to use their knowledge for advanced purposes which would allow the future Psionians to become the most advanced people on the continent.

I feel the need to remind everyone that at this time, the world was just that, a world. Not a single grand continent surrounded by ocean, but a vast world covered in land and sea with a multitude of people each with their own lives and ways of thinking. However, like any multitude of people, there will always be those who see themselves as superior to everyone else. It was this group, that attracted Lucida and Infernus. One would assume that these people would later become the Empire, but this is not true. The Empire would come to power, off the backs of these people who Volkein calls “The Legion.” The Legion’s technology, weaponry, and civilization would be salvaged by the later Empire, but I’m getting ahead of myself...

Infernus and Lucida found that the Legion saw them as Gods. They worshipped and wanted to follow their Gods to death itself if they willed it. Over time, more and more numbers swelled the Legion’s ranks and soon most of the world’s population were aligned with the oldest siblings. They had instilled in the people a sense of power and right. They believed that they were the true masters of the world, second only to the “Gods” themselves and it was their divine right to inherit their planet. At that moment, Infernus and Lucida were lost to their desire for power, forgetting that the planet was in fact their fathers and they had betrayed him.

Volkein: I was not there to watch over them. I had set about looking through the universe itself, enthralled by its vast unknown reaches. I was unaware of this betrayal until it was too late, and I left my children to clash amongst themselves. They should have followed my commands despite their power. They forgot that I had created them.

Gabriel: Seems to me you blame everyone but yourself. You should have been a better father, pure and simple.

With time it was clear that lines had been drawn.  The Legion began to force its might upon the rest of the world and Infernus and Lucida made their point in the realm of the divine. They believed that all life should worship the Spirits, as they were Gods to mortal life. The remaining children were horrified even Terram, who had believed in revealing themselves did not believe in ruling over the life he had created and loved life too much to see it enslaved. Had this remained true, then perhaps this event would not have occurred, but then Terram discovered what his brother Tenebra had done to the ancient Psionians.

He was outraged by his older brother’s actions. To see life stripped of emotions and focused only on logic disturbed and upset him. He saw life as an experience worth living with all of its emotions good and bad. These people in essence had been stripped of one of the greatest gifts he gave them, and for the older to strip the gift of the younger was not something to be forgiven so easily. Tenebra attempted to calm his young sibling. He had merely introduced his version of philosophy to the people and had no intent of changing their way of life. He suggested that he and Terram go together to speak to the people, and “change” their way of thinking again but that was the straw that broke Terram’s back. Enraged he drew his grand sword at his brother claiming that all life was to never be forced to change. He instilled nature and life itself to be free to choose its own path, and while minor suggestions and guiding were allowed, he would never forgive the act of blasphemy that was altering life itself.

Thus, the lines were drawn and the Cataclysm rocked the entire world. Infernus’s flames clashed with Saeva’s earth and animal spirit, Tenebra’s scythe struck against Terram’s sword, and Ventia’s powerful axe sparked against Lucida’s mirrored shield. While the Spirits fought amongst themselves, life on the planet begin to slaughter itself with massive wars and conflicts. The planet itself struck back with earthquakes, great storms, and powerful forces that killed indiscriminately. The Legion on the planet conquered culture after culture and it appeared that life would be forever doomed until Tenebra, who had for the longest time refused to use his full power, finally struck back.

In a moment of viciousness never seen from the Spirit of Death, he attacked Infernus with the intent of killing the Spirit of War. To him, Infernus was to blame for all of the planets misfortunes, his pride, his wrath, his sense of “justice.” He declared that when he was done, his brother’s soul would be shattered and thrown across the void of space never to inhabit the planet, only it was not Infernus that would die for he used Terram as a shield. The very planet seemed to shudder with the death of the youngest son. Plants shriveled, nature began to darken and die, and all living creatures on the planet began to fall sick from a great plague that seemed otherworldly.

For a moment, the fighting stopped as all the spirits saw what their fighting had cost them, but the emotional stress was too much for Ventia to take. Despite her training to control her emotions, they erupted forth. Rage, Sadness, Regret, all poured out of her with the strength unseen. As she screamed, a great storm was summoned on the planet that swelled the seas and began to drown the land and everything on it. While the world would be spared a watery grave thanks to Saeva and Tenebra comforting their shattered sister, her cry had another effect...it attracted their Father.

(See: The Children’s Judgement and the Reforming)

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Accessing Silva 9 Records….. Input Password: ******* ** ***** Welcome Commander! Accessing Files: Volkein and the Great Spirits of Creation ……. ……. ….. (See Image 1)

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You ever hear of intrusive thought? Its that thing where you think of some random shit out of nowhere. There is literally no rhyme or reason to it, it just pops into your head. Kind of a relief huh? It means you’re not crazy for thinking about shooting or stabbing someone. You know you would never do something like that, or enjoy it if you did, but it scares you regardless. Well… Imagine that happening all the time. Every minute of every hour, of every day. The difference is that you could easily act upon whatever your mind comes up with and nobody could stop you. 

Your thoughts don’t disgust you either, rather you feel like you would get some kind of euphoric rush from doing it. You block it out, put it outside your mind, but then you start hearing whispers. At first its simply feathers in your ears, a small tickle that you can ignore. Soon though, it becomes a barrage of needles that dig into your brain. A…prickly feeling that you can’t fight against, and struggle to resist as the whispers only grow louder. Its only there if you focus on it, so you can ignore it by staying busy and staying around other people. Simply distract yourself from your own mind. Of course sleep won’t come easy, meaning your resolve and strength will wane as fatigue begins stalking you. Now the whispers become shouts, constantly harassing you, the needles jamming further into your brain making you irritable and willing to do anything to make it stop. 

Your thoughts turn inward, seeking some kind of refuge or sanctuary from these now corruptive voices, but you won’t find it no matter how hard you search. Instead you find blood, slather, a desire to hurt. Little by little you’ll lose yourself to the demon that you struggle with. You can’t drive it off, only resist, and even that won’t last forever.

Your resistance, in the end, will get you nothing. You’ll grow weaker and weaker and become more accepting of those dark thoughts that now cloud your mind, making even simple decisions difficult. There is no cure for this growing madness, only a suppressive action, either from your own will or acting upon the voices. You must kill. The longer you resist, the more blood you’ll spill. The weaker you are, the longer you lose yourself to the darkness of your own insanity. The ignorant would see this as a gift, I mean after all, you DO become immune to the feeling of death and to fear itself. You become a warrior who kills and feels nothing afterwards. One would say that you could basically become a Demigod. Yet I ask those who read this, what do you really gain from this power?

You feel no remorse, no emotion. You spill blood in VAST quantities to regain your sanity, and though you get it back for what feels like a fleeting second…you’ll only hold onto it until the voices return. You’ll alienate yourself, out of a desire for solitude, and a desire to protect those you care about.

I have lived with this “gift” everyday of my life since I was “chosen”. I was given a power that I never wanted, turned into this “Avatar” that I had no choice in accepting. My life is no longer my own, I no longer have a choice in anything. I am a slave with an invisible master…a Master that grants me strength and abilities beyond any mortal mind. I walk among mortal men and woman who look at me in fear, or jealously at this “gift” I now wield. And this is one gift, I would not wish on my worst enemy.

Testament of Captain Gabriel Ames Squad Silva 9 Vessel of the Great Wolf Spirit Volkein

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Indeed, Volkein is all powerful, the creator of all life on our world, and some say the planet itself. Every living thing, is part of his essence and like his “children” he too sought a vessel to survive, and in the end...he found me. Yet I believe it his children that will be a much greater threat. Allow me to start from the beginning....

Legend states that Volkein created the planet but it was a blank slate. Yes the planet had life, but it lacked something, and seeking children to further his goal of creating life throughout the galaxy he created six “children” known as the Great Spirits of Creation that he deemed would spread the essence of magic throughout the planet and build it as they saw fit, with his overseeing approval of course.

The first Spirit and oldest son was Infernus: Spirit of Pride, Justice, and War. Wielding the element of Fire, Infernus ignited in the living creatures of the planet the essence of a powerful will, driving them to ever greater goals, along with instilling the desires to protect those who deserve it and destroy those who are a threat. He brought Fire to the planet, and gave the gift of Pyromancy to the first family of Arcana.

The second Spirit and son was Tenebra; Spirit of Death, Darkness, and the Afterlife. Tenebra, unlike his older brother viewed much of the life on the new planet with a caring, melancholic eye, knowing that one day all life no matter how strong would come to an end. This feeling gave him power over death and in order to ensure that no death was ever wasted, he decreed that all those who died would have their spirits return to the planet itself, to one day be reborn as new life. Despite his dark exterior, Tenebra loved the planet and its people, bringing the powers of Necromancy to the second of the Arcane families, allowing them to speak with those who had passed to gain knowledge.

The third Spirit and oldest daughter was Lucida: Spirit of Light, Judgement, and Luck. Naturally being the spirit of Light, she immediately began to hate her brother Tenebra who brought night to the world while she brought day. She also disagreed on the views of the planets creatures. Tenebra saw the futility in their lives but he cared deeply for them, while Lucida believed that all life should live to serve the Spirits who created them hence, and judged all life harshly by her own accords. She also gave the powers of Lumimancy to the third family of the Arcane in the hopes that they would use her powers to spread the word of the Great Spirits.

The fourth Spirit was the last son Terram: Spirit of Life, Nature, and Knowledge. Despite being the youngest of the sons, Terram was by far the most intelligent. He saw both sides of his brothers and sisters arguing and served as a stabilizing force between them. He spread great forests and luscious natural life across the planet to give his fathers creations a beautiful home. Like his brother Tenebra, Terram also cared for the life of the world and gave them the gifts of knowledge so they could grow wise and prosper, as well as giving the power of Biomancy to the fourth Arcane family.

The fifth Spirit and second daughter was Saeva: Spirit of Beasts, Mountains, and Earth. By far the most stubborn of the children, Saeva only shared her thoughts with her brother Terram and the two of them are what made our world such a beautiful place. Terram painted the world with beauty and Saeva filled it with life is how I would describe it. She gave the beasts of the world their instincts and crafted the great mountains we see today. She also had a hand in creating the people of Animalia and gifted the power of Beastimancy to the fifth Arcane family.

The final Spirit and daughter was Ventia: Spirit of Water, Weather, and the Sky. The youngest and by far the most uncontrollable spirit, Ventia’s mood dictated how she felt. Her gentleness brought soft rains and winds, while her rage brought storms and tornadoes. She too loved the life on the world, but she also demanded its respect, constantly growing irritated when she felt like she was being ignored. She blessed those who remembered her with bountiful harvests and comfortable rains and winds, and punished others with her wrath. Many times her siblings attempted to calm her, but only Infernus could calm her wrath for he knew how to control his own, and attempted to teach her as well. Through Infernus’s teachings she also gave her gift of Weathermancy to the final Arcane family.

With all six Children shaping the world he created, Volkein declared that he wanted to see what else the Galaxy held for him, and set off alone on a personal journey leaving his world and his creations in the hands of his Children. Little did he know...what destruction he would unleash by doing so...

(See: The Great Cataclysm)

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Accessing Files: Alouette Germaine.... .....

Name: Alouette Germaine

Age: 22

Species: Vulture/Human Hybrid 

Rank: None

Height/Weight: 5′2′’ 125lbs 155lbs(Adding wings and feathers)

Hybrid Abilities: Flight, Fear, Enhanced Senses and Eyesight extremely.

Arcane Abilities: “Daughter of the Fire” Can use flame abilities such as covering her wings in fire while flying, or shooting arrows of pure fire magic.

Psionic Abilities: None.

Specialization: Animalian Liaison for Hybrids. Master Archer, Scouting

Alouette Germaine, our first introduction to the people of Animalia. Also, the first person to come very close to killing me. Upon entering Animalian lands for the first time, Alouette was there to greet us with a proclamation and a few arrows. She declared that she would represent us by Animalian law as we were not allowed to speak for ourselves(Changed THAT rule really quick.) She also as I mentioned almost killed me with an arrow that nicked my neck, an inch to the right and I would have been a dead man. After settling down in Animalia, Alouette became our guide through the lands and our cultural advisor. Intelligent, beautiful, and somewhat anxious, Alouette is truly an interesting character. 

She personally took me across the capitol city showing me cultural hotspots and even talking me to a small building where she danced and sang for a waiting crowd. She told me that it was her skill and love of the arts that got her out of her lower-class birthing, especially since her father was a bearded vulture, and her mother a human. In the past, Animalian’s and Humanity were on better terms and it was not uncommon for humans to pay visits to Animalian lands. Alouette’s father was smitten by her mother and the two quickly hit it off, despite the fact that her father was a carrion eater which made him one of the lowest animals on the class system. Alouette’s birth also caused complications due to her mixed DNA and she was not expected to survive, however miraculously she did after her house was nearly burned down with her in it!! This led to the creation of a religious cult known as the Flame Watchers. They believe Alouette is some kind of religious figure, and upon seeing her with me, they charged me as the “Watcher of the Eternal Flame.” 

To say I was confused was an understatement, I was even more awe struck when they said I had to MARRY Alouette which I am not against, as she is truly beautiful and a wonderful woman. Yet its her skills as a warrior that truly impress me more than anything. Her accuracy with a bow is superb and due to her vulture heritage, many fear her as an omen of death that is either coming or passed nearby. I swear on my life, as long as I draw breath, no harm will come to her. She’s too innocent to live in a world like this, and I won’t let that innocence be stripped from her.

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Accessing: Leonidas Smith... ....

Name: Leonidas “Tank” Smith

Age: 30

Species: Human/Rhino Hybrid

Rank: (Formerly) Private First Class

Height/Weight: 6′5′’ 300lbs

Hybrid Abilities: Enhanced Senses, Enhanced Strength, Bellowing Voice.

Arcane Abilities: Minor Biomancy abilities, able to lock himself down into the earth to stabilize his aim, and also capable of creating shields of earth and rock. (Arcane Rune on Back)

Psionic Abilities: Mind Block: Can block out pain and other “distractions” to focus on combat and steady his aim.

Specialization: Fire Support, Suppression, Heavy Weapons Mastery, Breach and Clear.

Born in the futuristic cities of Psionia, Leonidas Smith grew up in a powerful family. By Psionia’s meritocracy, Smith was too contribute even more to society than his father ever did. However, as Smith has told me personally, he just did not fit in. Born with a lame eye, that was later replaced with a cybernetic, he was not as mechanically gifted as his father focusing on using his strength rather than his brain. He is brilliant to be sure, but he could not bring his mind to focus toward anything significant to Psionian life. His graduate creation, presented upon his graduation from college was a system that allowed his cybernetic eye to “connect” to any firearm, allowing his eye and brain to work together in a flurry of motions, and allowing his body to shoot at whatever his eye saw without fear of aiming. 

In the Empire, he would have been hailed as a genius, however in Psionian society where war is considered “pointless” he barely got out with a passing mark. After that, he made the decision to become a soldier and left home with a small part of his family money to reach the Empire where he joined the Hybrid Program. His experience in training was...”rough” as he put it. He was older than most recruits, and being from Psionia, where emotions are rare, he didn’t make many friends or allies for that matter. He struggled and in his own words: “His Psionian side was beat and whipped out of him until he started to care.” Shortly after passing training and becoming a Rhino(Fitting) he was assigned to Fortress Silva. Before I came along, he was next in line to be a squad leader, to be frank, there are times where I think he SHOULD be squad leader. 

However, Smith believes I’m the better choice and he has no problem taking orders from me. On the battlefield, there’s a reason he’s called Tank. He’s a large walking death machine, shrugging off attacks like insults while his X-31LL Eviscerator Chain Gun sprays lead down range. His cyber eye is linked to the weapon as well, and I’ve seen him hit targets that would make any sniper jealous. Suffice it to say, Tank is the biggest guy on the team, with a big heart to match. He sees us as his true family, with him as the “Grandpa” despite not being anywhere near that age.

I pray to the Spirits, that Smith will one day live a quiet carefree life, by all accounts, he deserves it.