Czelsc

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Remembrance

[sorry, I know that seems weak but it's truly what came to mind.]

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Memorable

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

[PSA - Name is Arhen Alexander [Arr-en] no longer just Czelsc. I was being lazy back then and didn't want to associate my old character at the time]

The weight of the heavy timber gave some resistance against his grip of cold steel pushing to open the tavern door. The stabbing cold air crawling away as the tavern warmth exposed. The frozen claws of the outdoors were dragging across his body, rounding to his back as though the cold hands were desperately trying to keep him outdoors. No, he was done with that for a while.

It had been a long time since being in actual civilization. The occasional other traveler here or there, but no large groups, no gatherings, no streets. He had been in the wild for many months. Even to the point of losing track of how long. At first it had been with reason. That woman... Or whatever she was. His ignorant human self was only able to comprehend so much after all. He remembered only so few details anymore. He remembered she was troubled and upset. He remembered that there was something different about her. He was curious about her. As well, he remembered her beauty. That was unforgettable. Long ago Arhen had followed her outside. He managed to track her just enough to talk with her a moment, then so quickly she was gone. That began the first steps of his recent journey. He tried to find her, tried to keep up. But he was merely human. She was something else. Something he knew to be careful around. Something he knew would not allow him to find. She would out-do him in most everything. By his figuring, she would know where he was long before he would catch any sign of her. That she would not allow herself to be found by him unless she wanted to. So why had he perused her? That had been a question he asked himself for many months. But he wanted to find her. This was such a challenge to attempt; none other greater in his life. She intrigued him and it was motivating. Arhen tried very hard to find any sign of hers to track. He used Rhea when he could to see if she could call out anything. There was nothing of her that he could find. As though she never existed.

Closing the heavy door behind him broke the cold claws of the outside, replacing with the embracing hug of shelter and fire. Without recognizing he let out a soft sigh of relief. Feeling the chills through his body begin to break up and settle.

A long, tired gaze skimmed the room. A general examination of his surroundings while he was too tired to actually hang onto any details.

The same first spot he sat at long ago was open as though it were awaiting his return. He appreciated the comfort of any familiarity he could find. He walked to the corner of the bar to sit on the stool near the wall. His cold, worn hand hung onto the bulbous edge of the bar top. The light waxy feeling in his palm as he braced to settle his stiff body down onto the stool.

Being at the corner relieved him of any mirror. He knew that he looked much different from the last time he had been here. Thicker facial hair covered the gaunt appearance; an old nomad. Not such a long beard for it was evident he had trimmed or tried to. Yet still without a mirror it was uneven and bushy. His tired grey blue eyes like drops into the wells of his sockets. So tired, so sore, so hungry, so pathetically human. His cheeks pushing out as if trying to catch his eyes as they dropped. His neck was much thinner now, making it seem slightly longer. His muscles, his vessels of blood, his thick lump of his throat all presented significantly more so. Further veins riddled his large, calloused hands. His active heart and body pushing many of them to the top of his flesh like pipes. Dirty, worn clothes clung onto his body. Long layers just enough to keep him warm. Enough layers to remove when he got too warm. He would rather have too much than not enough. He loosened his coat and the bundle beneath to adjust more comfortably. While bulky enough to conceal a small box between his chest and arm.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked.
Arhen broke out of his thoughts, lifting his gaze to meet the young man. When their eyes met it forced the eyebrows of the young tender to rise. The grey-blue eyes were memorable.
“Oh wait. It’s you again. I remember you. The weird tequila guy right?” It was difficult to decipher what way he meant by that statement. Part of him did seem partly interested to see him again, while the majority seemed sarcastic.
“Oh. You’re still here.” Arhen tossed back at him. “It seems we’ve both made bad decisions in life.” Arhen’s sharp rebuttal had the intention to shut down the conversation and make it obvious that Arhen was not yet ready to interact with others. The bartender stood staring at him, annoyed, even wishing the stranger never returned.
“Silver tequila, right?” His voice was very flat.
“Neat. Nothing but.” Arhen couldn’t help but keep his gaze locked with the young man, giving him a nod at remembering his order. A simple sign of gratitude.

The tender walked away to do what seems he may do best, allowing Arhen to return to his thoughts. Staring right into a void. He was present, sure. But he was absolutely lost in his mind. Tracking her had been the start, the rest was not what he expected at all. Where he had found himself, what he got himself into, what happened. His mind could not settle. Maybe this will help him sleep a little better. A warm room for rest and relief. Be lost in his mind.

A tiny thud before him. “Here.” The bartender reminded Arhen of his order. The glass tumbler of clear liquid. A delightful sight indeed. He reached into his pocket to draw out enough money to cover the drink with a tip. The bartender took the tip then walked away with a barely audible sigh. Some expression similar to ”You’re lucky you tip or I wouldn’t like you.”

Arhen sat tall with enough leverage to lean over the edge of the bar top. How he appeared could be interpreted as a man with stiffness and back pain. His long stare held straight as he gripped the glass. Arhen was having a hard time stepping away from his mind. An escape that would seem easy to most. Someone stood up. It snapped him out of his mind for a moment. Long enough for Arhen to see why the being vacated the seat. Signs of the alertness and paranoia riddled the old human. He watched this odd looking man; so Arhen thought. But again something was different. He had such specific, such perfect markers. It felt like there was some special air around him. Like an old bottle of wine; the presentation of the bottle looking so old yet classic. Untouched but ready to please. Opening the bottle and exposing its own fragrance which dominates the area. It reminded Arhen of the woman.

Finally the resolution to calm his troubled mind materialized before him. His thoughts silenced as he seen her. Her. The one from long ago. His lips pursed shut as his hand gripped the tumbler a little tighter. His eyes locked onto her for many reasons. Surprise, shock, relief, annoyance, and many more. Finally he cut his gaze, forcing himself to look to his left. To look away to the bottles on the corner of the wall. A grin crossed his face as he lift his glass. To himself, he gave cheers. The heavy taste of the strong drink left a long, hot grip down his throat. It had been too long. His eyes closed softly to enjoy. Although he returned feeling defeated in some ways, he felt accomplished for other reasons. He looked back down to the bar after the drink. His eyes locked onto the glass. He didn’t want to look right over to her. Part of Arhen wanted to go confront her. Another part just wanted to keep an eye on her as long as he can before she catches him. He was actually relieved to see her again. Knowing she was alright on her own in her world, sure, but to see so was a different feeling.

He could have looked like a madman smiling at his glass. Almost seeming he was about to break out in laughter. After all his long, cold, tiring travels he just happens to return here. And she happened to return as well. Could he have just stayed here instead? A nice warm, cozy room and liquor on hand while she ran off to later return? He wanted to avoid those sensible thoughts.

He decided he would keep an eye on her. Try to keep on her until she notices him, if she already hadn’t. He was beside himself at them being here again, after everything, after so long.

The old man lift his empty tumbler, a finger tapping the side toward the bartender.

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Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

GRIEF

Sorry for how long that took. Every time I could sit down & work on it, something would come up. And I didn't want to rush it so I just kept a PM to myself to keep saving it.

Replying posts will be a lot easier than putting a CS together so don't worry lol.

I'm open for any input or suggestions. Excited to finally get started

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Name: Arhen Alexander [Arr-en]
Though due to his history I'm going to pull the card that nobody knows his first name or most details of him. Only know him as Alexander or Acheron which is most common. The only ones who would know his first name would be the actual leader of the team and certain persons above them. Explanation below.

Age: 43

Appearance:
He is a combination of these two characters. He doesn't entirely appear as a man who has gone through everything that he has. Although he has an Irish smile; both kind, warm, contagious, happy, it is as well visibly worn, hardened with a hint of sadness & even old defeat. Though the kinder smile helps him often appear younger. Sometimes it almost seems like he is forcing the smile. The physical conditioning he has always kept his body in has helped him stay in pretty good shape which also contributes to him looking younger. Yet as inevitable, age has still caught up with him. The old, fed up, tired & worn look often can't be helped. Layers of scars riddle his body. Some larger, deeper than others. Just old hard life & war wounds. If someone got close enough to examine him they would see the scars, otherwise they're just worn out & overlapping.

He does have three tattoos:
A shamrock over his heart
A Golden lion on his inner left bicep, shown in the photos below. This is his SEAL Team 6 emblem
The words "Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes" on the back of his neck ["Who Guards The Guardians/Who Watches the Watchmen"]

**Apologies for the size of two images. I tried to downsize them.**

Appearance

His SEAL Team 6 Gold Squadron tattoo, ONLY the golden lion:

Nationality:
Parents immigrated from southern Ireland while he was born in America, making him 2nd generation Irish-American.

Callsign: Acheron

Specialty:
Medic first & foremost. But since he was pointman for years first, that is very close to also being his primary specialty. But again his focus is in the direction of being a medic/emergency response/rescue specialist.

Skills:
Although no longer in his prime he relies on his experience. This means he often has more time & experience under his belt than those he goes against. He's been able to become more skilled, more familiar with his specialties. Not at all perfect but expert in some. He has a very deep well of patience balanced with a "shock-trooper" approach. Both a necessity for the military. He is very objective. He will prefer to step away from things to review them. Think every decision, every possible response, as thoroughly as possible. He is determined even to the point of seeming thick-headed. He will perform & try to succeed no matter what cost or sacrifice he may be willing & able to give; his body. No matter his exhaustion, no matter what wounds, no matter how hungry or pressured, his adrenaline kicks in where he gets more of a push of endurance once reaching that point of exhaustion. Could even be summed up as the stereotypical Irish in him. Proud of his work, proud of his resolve & success from a challenging struggle. He'd rather have the story & experience than the regret & wonder.

His military background has gained him expertise with some weapons; rifles, handguns and shotguns. It was standard to be qualified in all three, having gotten "E" expert ribbons but he avoids using shotguns and prefers handguns first over rifles. He is familiar enough with sniper rifles that he feels he could use one but is not qualified. This was more self-education than military so he is very basic though competent enough to be able to give it a go when needed [outside of actual military since he is not officially qualified].

More specific certifications, qualifications & skills include:
Emergency/mass trauma/combat response, mountaineering & high ropes rescue, wild/natural medical response, class 1 swimmer, Survival, Evasion, Resistance & Escape [SERE], Search & Rescue [SAR], Close Quarters Battle [CQB], Close Quarters Combat [CQC], Basic Underwater Demolitions [BUD/s], Seal Qualification Training [SQT], Combat Diver, Special reconnaissance, counterterrorism, hostage rescue, enlisted parachute wings, defensive & evasive driving, you get the idea. Nothing is technically over the top here. He was a Navy SEAL so these are basic certifications just to note. Again he is by no means perfect or expert across the board. But he has had a lot of training in a lot of areas.

History:
Very hard childhood. Very hard. It would have been expected of him to become a criminal or in an early grave, but he wanted to prove everyone wrong. He stayed as on the line as he could. He tried to keep on his studies although it was hard given his environment. He then enlisted in the US Navy at 17, Delayed Entry Program [DEP] for better preparation prior to legal age. He shipped out at 18 signing on for Search & Rescue [SAR] during military entrance processing and indoc at recruit training command [RTC, the US Navy’s boot camp] he was advised/offered to try for Navy Special Warfare/SEAL. He went ahead with it figuring he could do greater SAR with them. Therefore he was placed into the basic underwater demolitions SEAL training [BUD/s] candidates ship at RTC.
He was sent to Coronado, California for BUD/s training. Years later he successfully completed all necessary training and received his Trident. Finally he was the new guy placed on SEAL Team 3. After years of doing his time in deployments and operations his capabilities & accomplishments gained enough attention to be offered candidate selection for SEAL Team 6 "DEVGRU" which he was stubborn enough to go for. He stuck through it and succeeded in being offered a spot on the Green Squadron, the new guy squad. After years of dedication to perform all operative pre-requisites he was finally offered an official position on DEVGRU, finding himself in the Gold Squadron. This is a very big & honored accomplishment. With that he has had many worldwide deployments. This is why only certain ones above him know his true first name. DEVGRU is Tier 1 Special Forces. The highest tier with four other force teams. Their identities need to be kept very secretive. Their records can be searched & reviewed; his BUDs class, his first team assignments, his qualifications. But anything leading to DEVGRU candidacy, selection and after is black. Redacted. Even the number of trainees in the selection groups are classified. He was on Team 1 of Gold Squadron, meaning he was the first team to breach whereas he wanted to be on Team 2; the search, rescue & medic team. He did his duties though. From a flank-man on Team 1 while a Petty Officer 1st class. Once he promoted to Chief he was put on point man of Team 1, meaning he would be the first to enter and lead the team. This is not to be confused with a officer in charge nor squadron leader but as a team leader. He did not want to be in this position but found his obedience was greater.
More time & training later he was able to be authorized for Team 2; search, rescue, recovery, medical team. This means he has the experience in breaching, CQC/CQB as well as emergency medical response.
After years of commitment to DEVGRU his body was becoming too worn & wounded, reaching the age limit. Those around him tried to get him to go for being an instructor, as operations support, to re-enlist but having found what he wanted to do all along, now no longer being able to; he wrapped up his time in the Navy and walked out with a honorable discharge. With his experience, his intel, his networking, he had heard bits about Raven Squad and had already considered contract operations while approaching the end of his enlistment. He wanted to find a service as close to what DEVGRU was as he could find. He felt he was still useful & valuable to continue running missions.

Personality:
While he has a lot of history behind him. Many regrets, many tragedies, many moments which try to keep him awake at night; he tries desperately to seem happy & funny. He wants to laugh & make others laugh. He wants to be more light-hearted than down & dark. He lives by a quote "If you waste time regretting then you'll regret the time you've wasted." But it is obvious he has a lot behind him. Sometimes his light heartedness can seem passive or rude due to hardships in his past being unable to always keep down. He is dead serious when it comes to it. Something, someone he cares about, an operation, task, anything that requires his attention has his entire attention. He tries to not let his old, tired age catch up to him but it sometime shows. When he is more tired, exhausted, sore enough, he can be seen with a decent limp that takes some time to settle.

Class:
Medium class. Especially since he's had so much diverse training. He wants to be armored but maneuverable. Stealthy when needed, forward operations other times. He wants to be valuable, reliable.

Tactical Suit:
He doesn't wear it often and given his more "old-school" mold, his suit is less technical than it is mechanical. As in more for protection, deflection, maneuverability support instead of flying, propulsion, more "sci-fi" advantages. He would rather be organic though the benefits of a tactical suit cannot be denied. He would reserve it for serious dark missions, extra stealth & anticipated damage so using it for extra armor. There would be no illumination of any kind; he wants to be minimal & blend in. But the non-reflective orange would be present so his team can identify him well enough.

His suit would be a combination of these. I want his face to have the ability to be exposed or covered as you'll see in the helmet examples. Otherwise slim & still packed with gear out of comfort & old habits. Black with hints of the non-reflective orange.

Tech Suit

Weapons:
Personally modded out HK416 rifle
Personally modded out FN Scar17 rifle
Both rifles use 5.56 NATO ammo; more light weight, more ammo.
Personally modded Sig Sauer P226R sidearm
Black MK3 Navy SEAL knife
He would interchange and decide the loadout [weapons & equipment] given the operation.

Equipment:
He will swap out what ever equipment to be best suited for the mission. He will always have one rifle, one sidearm and his knife.
Smoke & flash bangs [or similar. I'm going to try and come up with something a little more futuristic]. Medical kits; one for himself one for others.

Between all the gear; the tech suit, the equipment, the weapons, he's still an old guy in an old-school mold. He's relying on what he knows best. So he would would interested in learning the newer tech going on, relying on the team to support, educate & equip should they choose to.

Hobbies:
He likes to play music when possible. So much down time & having to be quiet, it is nice for him to be loud & enjoy. He is very interested in science more specifically biology, infectious diseases & wildlife. He has always had an interest in medical applications, SAR, emergency response. These have been personal interests to him even if only for personal enrichment. He always travels with one book on any various subjects and often on birds since he wanted to be a falconer but never had enough time to settle down. Otherwise he tries to take advantage of his down time. "Checking out" & napping when he can.

Likes:
Sipping silver tequila [his only vice]. Music. Smiling & light heartedness to let the pain of the past go. Living life to the fullest while still relaxing. He likes to maintain his equipment, finding some meditation in it. Appreciates people who can be lighthearted & fun with him. Not everyone is like that sure, but he likes his energy being reflected back to him. He likes to prank & dad joke others. Just likes getting smiles out of people.

Dislikes:
Liars, untrustworthy persons. Those who he doesn't feel would have his back [or the team's back]. Abusers of any kind. Feeling like time was wasted. Flying.

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