Name: Nicolai Mendaev

Age: 28

Nation of Origin: RU

Looks/desription: Buzzed brown hair with a large build, enough to scare off any normal man. His face is sharp and fierce, as lifeless as stone. Beneath his large brow are a pair of emerald green eyes, and a thick nose always flared as if it's sniffing out a target. His jaw is this and has many scars along the bone from where it's been fractured many times, and never fails to be overgrown with some stubble. Very professional, I know. He stands at a large 6'2" and 210lbs. Some call his body 'fat', some call him 'roid jockey', but all Nic knows is that he spent far too many days in the Jail's weight room for him to be skinny. His hands are large and calloused from many days in the Yard, along with many days spent picking up after Alpha in the field. 

Personality: A hard man to talk to, to put it bluntly. Usually when approached he ends up assaulting the person unless it's a fellow member of Sigma, who he doesn't enjoy dealing with. His only motivation is to be the best, and to defeat the undefeated. Whether it's in the field, or resting back at HQ, Nic is always in a troubled mood. It could be his lack of sleep, or the fact that he finds too much enjoyment in the heat of the battlefield, and the uncertainty of death, and when it will come for him. Thought he does have a soft spot: Vodka. Any shot of the Russian special will send him into a fairly happy mood, but that's only after he gets a bottle or two into his system. Being a large guy, it's not easy to take him down with a small amount.

Class: Heavy

Weapon: Laser LMG, Rocket Launcher.

Armor/MEC suit: Titan Armor

Powers/Biotic Augments: Brain: Neural Feedback / Eyes: Hyper Reactive Pupils / Chest: Seconday Heart / Skin: Bioelectric Skin / Legs: Adaptive Bone Marrow

Short Bio:Born and raised in Russia, Nic was always part of the local 'hoodlums'. In fact, he led them in most cases. Being as large as he was, however, -even at a young age-, he was prone to being caught. As he grew older, the sentences grew longer. As more and more punishment was dealt out, Nic's crimes grew even worse, along with the fading patience of his Father, who was the judge stuck to sentencing Nic. He got a lot of shit for being brought up in a Law household, but he never had any intentions of following in his Father's footsteps. His mother, not even worth mentioning, for she left with some Spetsnaz grunt just a few years after he was born. His Father was thrown into a rut of depression, and was so caught up in his work that he didn't see his growing son becoming more of a menace. By the time Nic was 25, he had committed more crimes than he was old, and his Father was ready to bring down the hammer upon his head. But, that's when the Aliens invaded. They started slow by picking at innocent humans, but it slowly turned into War in which most of XCOM was thrown into.Though most of the people involved in XCOM were scientists, and many other high-paying jobs, they WANTED to be there. For the Soldiers like Nic, they were plucked out of their lives simply for the fact that they all had one skill in common: They were killers. Whether they believed it or not, every single soldier could easily murder something without it ruining his mental stability. And this...this is where Nic flourished. Not stuck in Russia committing petty crimes to anger his father and get attention; Instead he belonged in Sigma, wielding enormous weapons and kicking a metric fuck ton of ass.