ReusableSword

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

@LetMeDoStuff you know im not sure why but I always liked the first post from the last squad 914 about the old man going to the shrine and recalling what had happened. good times

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

What's the worst that could happen? >>>> Mimicry is a sign of flattery /// day 8 // Morning

Ardur Watched as a small ball of mana began to form between his hands for a brief moment. But before he could make another thought or movement the small ball fluctuated and fizzled out into nothing. The pixie felt a little disappointed and a little more drained before returning his attention to the growing chaos down below. Ardur knew that if all he ever did was fly around and watch he would never really grow but for now there wasn’t much he could do aside from spreading some confusion perhaps.

Again the pixie, hidden up on his ledge began to think about what was going on and the state of the cave. But more specifically the hierarchy of the goblins down below as the one who asked about the fire earlier began to order the others around. With a sly smile Ardur began to formulate a plan in his head. How much do they truly fear their boss rattleskull? Would they stop what they are doing or even hesitate in the slightest if someone were to let’s say, mimic his voice? All good questions with only one way to find out.

Remembering the big boss’s speech pattern and voice Ardur tried his best to mimic the booming goblins voice. Again he would try to echo it off the ceiling and walls from where he was to see how the others would react. Mimicry could prove quite useful in the long run if it worked out. “Whose tellin my Gobs what to do’s! All you’s gets out there’s and kill’s them’s!” Not the best impression but then again these goblins aren’t all that smart. For now, Ardur will simply wait and watch from his perch as he catches his breath.

@Lucius Cypher
@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: 1

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: Grass and spider silk clothes

Weapons: N/A

Magic: Shield I, Lesser Flight II, Minor Heal II

No More Heroes

@Utrax i can throw something together after the dr posts @LordOfTheNight. Maybe the cyborg activated a few sensors in the sewers.

No More Heroes

Im still here... i geuss ignore them?

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

Victor Asimov

Victor Asimov

"Hurry to meet death before your place is taken."

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Name
Victor Anita Asimov

Age
17 years

Gender
Male

Birth-date / Location
November 20th, Oslo Norway, 1931

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Appearance
Strong and tall are two such things one would say about the half Russian half Norwegian boy at first glance. Then comes the blond hair, beard, and blue eyes. The boy stands at just over 6'3” and weighs 245 lbs. he is no stranger to hard work and his body shows it. Muscular, fit with many signs of scars and abuse taken from the elements and his father.

The boy’s hair is shaved at the sides and a bit longer than what it's supposed to be on top, always pushed back towards his shoulders. He will normally be seen wearing the simple standard issue green working uniform with polished black combat boots. He never really cared about being fancy and tends to keep his uniform neat enough to not get called out on it.

Personality
With being young, strong, and fast most would not be wrong to assume his attitude would be reckless and overconfident. However, Victor tends to be more withdrawn and careful especially when speaking to others. He has an awful habit of being too blunt or not tactful enough in most situations. In turn this tends to make others think he is rude or shy. His body language normally portrays kindness and a willingness to protect others. In the heat of battle his eyes betray the cold killer that lies under the surface, one may even be able to see him smile.

But otherwise, he is still a boy hardened by a rough father who blamed him for his mother’s death. He isn’t too brash when talking to the opposite sex and wouldn’t be one to find them any less valuable. Any man or women that is willing to fight by his side is worthy of his respect. Although not a stranger to friendship and kindness, he honestly wouldn’t know what to do with himself if it ever came to love.

Relationships
Will Be updated later

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Classification
Support

Equipment
Standard DP-28 LMG - Extended Magazine
Standard TT-32 Sidearm
Ulfberht sword (Family heirloom)
3x fragmentation grenades

Experimental Gear

SU L-39 MK.3

The SU L-39 MK.3 is a Russian variant of the Finnish LAHTI L-39 Anti-Tank rifle. This version fires experimental High Explosive Anti Tank or HEAT rounds as well as Armor Penetrating rounds that contain a new shaped slug. both rounds have been designed to penetrate the thick armor of the new German war machines. This gun has also been designed to be lighter without making any more structural weaknesses. This weapon was designed with the intent to disable and capture enemy armor not destroy it.

Be Advised, the Automatic setting is not recommended to be used with HEAT rounds due to multiple jams. A jam could take several minutes to fix and it is advised that the jammed round be discarded in case it detonates while outside the breach. Do not aim at sloped or thicker front plates with this weapon as ricochet is likely. This weapon is not recommended for stealth missions as it is very loud and has a large muzzle flash when fired.

Gun Modifications:
Will be Updated later

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Background
Victor was born November 20th 1931 in Oslo Norway, to an old Russian military man and veteran of the great war and a young beautiful Norwegian women who was an aspiring actress. Both were deeply in love and planned to live together in Norway with his fathers two children from another women and their new born son. But alas tragedy struck in the form of an infection that, even through many treatments would ultimately claim his mothers life a few months later. This would be something Victors father would blame him for, for the next 10 years.

After this his father became depressed and turned to the bottle to help. Erasing his plans of living in Norway the man took his three children back to Russia and the USSR. There they would continue their lives in the family home they hopped would only be used for vacations. While his father took to long days at work in the propaganda department of the USSR and long nights out at the bars and out of the house his aunt and a few other family members helped to care for the children, his sister Sara who was 6 and his brother Ivan who was 8.

For the next ten years his father would deal with his anger and unresolved issues by continually beating all of his kids. Victor learned early on how to stay out of the mans way and out of sight. For a time before his older brother left he would hide and let his brother take most of the beating. By the time he turned 8 and his brother was out of the house most days either working in the factories or doing training with the army to prepare for boot camp. This left 8 year old Victor and his rather frail 14 year old sister to his fathers wrath. It was at this time Victor started to stand up to his father, provoking him, so he would come after him and not his sister. His sister by this time was very familiar with how to properly treat wounds and as such got plenty of training for the hospital while at home.

When Victor turned ten he began to grow taller, stronger, and a bit more aggressive to the point where he was actively fighting back against his father. Still, to this day he is unsure of what prompted himself to do it but near his 11th birthday, after receiving a beating the night before, he ambushed his father with a wooden club. Beating the man to near death with the full intent of killing the man right then and there. Yet he stopped, the cruel father he had who showed very little emotion other than rage was crying.

It took him a year for his father to finally come to terms with himself and get over his alcohol addiction. Victor wouldn't be able to trust the man for a few more years to come, it was strange that after 12 years he finally had someone who he could call father. Being the only child left in the household with his sister off to nursing school and his brother off somewhere in the soviet air force left just him and his father. He slowly began to trust the man as they began to go hunting, his father teaching him how to shoot, track, clean a kill, and survive.

After a few years Roman began teaching him how to wield a sword and about the old Norse gods, a tradition passed from father to son on his mothers side. He knew that being openly religious would not be acceptable if he went on to be a soldier, so he practices in private and try's to keep it a secret. Victors mothers parents never had a son, so they passed on the knowledge to Roman who was planning on teaching it to both his sons before Anita died.

This was normal for him up until his 17th birthday, before this he would work with the local farms or construction crews around the city, growing stronger by the day. Then on his 17th birthday he signed up with the Soviet army, maybe while he was there he could help or protect others. His father wished him the best of luck and gave him their family sword to use in combat, Victor always just figured his father pulled some strings or called in a few favors to allow him to keep it.

Boot camp was interesting, the physical part wasn't anything he wasn't used too. He was able to pick up on the structure and daily routine of the military fairly well. After a little while he was even able to bond with a few of the other recruits and was looking forward to going to Moscow with them. That was until the letter, when they were being told where they were going he was pulled aside by an officer and given his orders. He was being assigned to a top secret project, something called Squad 914.

Experience
Basic training - 3 months
survival and hunting skills - 5 years

Family
Mother - Anita Asimov (Maiden name - Larsen) - Deceased
Father - Roman Asimov - Holds a high position within the soviet propaganda department
Half Brother - Ivan Asimov - Soviet Bomber Pilot
Half Sister - Sasha Asimov - Hospital nurse in Kirov

Theme Song
Sabaton-Primo Victoria

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

it has been updated with the new and approved experimental gear.
@LetMeDoStuff

Victor Asimov

Victor Asimov

"Hurry to meet death before your place is taken."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Name
Victor Anita Asimov

Age
17 years

Gender
Male

Birth-date / Location
November 20th, Oslo Norway, 1931

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Appearance
Strong and tall are two such things one would say about the half Russian half Norwegian boy at first glance. Then comes the blond hair, beard, and blue eyes. The boy stands at just over 6'3” and weighs 245 lbs. he is no stranger to hard work and his body shows it. Muscular, fit with many signs of scars and abuse taken from the elements and his father.

The boy’s hair is shaved at the sides and a bit longer than what it's supposed to be on top, always pushed back towards his shoulders. He will normally be seen wearing the simple standard issue green working uniform with polished black combat boots. He never really cared about being fancy and tends to keep his uniform neat enough to not get called out on it.

Personality
With being young, strong, and fast most would not be wrong to assume his attitude would be reckless and overconfident. However, Victor tends to be more withdrawn and careful especially when speaking to others. He has an awful habit of being too blunt or not tactful enough in most situations. In turn this tends to make others think he is rude or shy. His body language normally portrays kindness and a willingness to protect others. In the heat of battle his eyes betray the cold killer that lies under the surface, one may even be able to see him smile.

But otherwise, he is still a boy hardened by a rough father who blamed him for his mother’s death. He isn’t too brash when talking to the opposite sex and wouldn’t be one to find them any less valuable. Any man or women that is willing to fight by his side is worthy of his respect. Although not a stranger to friendship and kindness, he honestly wouldn’t know what to do with himself if it ever came to love.

Relationships
Will Be updated later

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Classification
Support

Equipment
Standard DP-28 LMG - Extended Magazine
Standard TT-32 Sidearm
Ulfberht sword (Family heirloom)
3x fragmentation grenades

Experimental Gear

SU L-39 MK.3

The SU L-39 MK.3 is a Russian variant of the Finnish LAHTI L-39 Anti-Tank rifle. This version fires experimental High Explosive Anti Tank or HEAT rounds as well as Armor Penetrating rounds that contain a new shaped slug. both rounds have been designed to penetrate the thick armor of the new German war machines. This gun has also been designed to be lighter without making any more structural weaknesses. This weapon was designed with the intent to disable and capture enemy armor not destroy it.

Be Advised, the Automatic setting is not recommended to be used with HEAT rounds due to multiple jams. A jam could take several minutes to fix and it is advised that the jammed round be discarded in case it detonates while outside the breach. Do not aim at sloped or thicker front plates with this weapon as ricochet is likely. This weapon is not recommended for stealth missions as it is very loud and has a large muzzle flash when fired.

Gun Modifications:
Will be Updated later

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Background
Victor was born November 20th 1931 in Oslo Norway, to an old Russian military man and veteran of the great war and a young beautiful Norwegian women who was an aspiring actress. Both were deeply in love and planned to live together in Norway with his fathers two children from another women and their new born son. But alas tragedy struck in the form of an infection that, even through many treatments would ultimately claim his mothers life a few months later. This would be something Victors father would blame him for, for the next 10 years.

After this his father became depressed and turned to the bottle to help. Erasing his plans of living in Norway the man took his three children back to Russia and the USSR. There they would continue their lives in the family home they hopped would only be used for vacations. While his father took to long days at work in the propaganda department of the USSR and long nights out at the bars and out of the house his aunt and a few other family members helped to care for the children, his sister Sara who was 6 and his brother Ivan who was 8.

For the next ten years his father would deal with his anger and unresolved issues by continually beating all of his kids. Victor learned early on how to stay out of the mans way and out of sight. For a time before his older brother left he would hide and let his brother take most of the beating. By the time he turned 8 and his brother was out of the house most days either working in the factories or doing training with the army to prepare for boot camp. This left 8 year old Victor and his rather frail 14 year old sister to his fathers wrath. It was at this time Victor started to stand up to his father, provoking him, so he would come after him and not his sister. His sister by this time was very familiar with how to properly treat wounds and as such got plenty of training for the hospital while at home.

When Victor turned ten he began to grow taller, stronger, and a bit more aggressive to the point where he was actively fighting back against his father. Still, to this day he is unsure of what prompted himself to do it but near his 11th birthday, after receiving a beating the night before, he ambushed his father with a wooden club. Beating the man to near death with the full intent of killing the man right then and there. Yet he stopped, the cruel father he had who showed very little emotion other than rage was crying.

It took him a year for his father to finally come to terms with himself and get over his alcohol addiction. Victor wouldn't be able to trust the man for a few more years to come, it was strange that after 12 years he finally had someone who he could call father. Being the only child left in the household with his sister off to nursing school and his brother off somewhere in the soviet air force left just him and his father. He slowly began to trust the man as they began to go hunting, his father teaching him how to shoot, track, clean a kill, and survive.

After a few years Roman began teaching him how to wield a sword and about the old Norse gods, a tradition passed from father to son on his mothers side. He knew that being openly religious would not be acceptable if he went on to be a soldier, so he practices in private and try's to keep it a secret. Victors mothers parents never had a son, so they passed on the knowledge to Roman who was planning on teaching it to both his sons before Anita died.

This was normal for him up until his 17th birthday, before this he would work with the local farms or construction crews around the city, growing stronger by the day. Then on his 17th birthday he signed up with the Soviet army, maybe while he was there he could help or protect others. His father wished him the best of luck and gave him their family sword to use in combat, Victor always just figured his father pulled some strings or called in a few favors to allow him to keep it.

Boot camp was interesting, the physical part wasn't anything he wasn't used too. He was able to pick up on the structure and daily routine of the military fairly well. After a little while he was even able to bond with a few of the other recruits and was looking forward to going to Moscow with them. That was until the letter, when they were being told where they were going he was pulled aside by an officer and given his orders. He was being assigned to a top secret project, something called Squad 914.

Experience
Basic training - 3 months
survival and hunting skills - 5 years

Family
Mother - Anita Asimov (Maiden name - Larsen) - Deceased
Father - Roman Asimov - Holds a high position within the soviet propaganda department
Half Brother - Ivan Asimov - Soviet Bomber Pilot
Half Sister - Sasha Asimov - Hospital nurse in Kirov

Theme Song
Sabaton-Primo Victoria

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Pixie

It takes a lot more than just fancy flying >>>> What's the worst that could happen? /// day 8 // Morning

Breathtaking. It was the only word that came to mind about this place. Its beauty was spectacular. Even with the fights and territorial displays, to Ardur this place was amazing. He could see how the others would have trouble witnessing this from the ground. He was also having fun enjoying the rush of the air around him as he flew. Almost like fulfilling a childhood dream to fly wherever he wanted. Even going as far to throw in a few barrel rolls and other aerial acrobatics to both see his limits and slow down without hurting himself.

Because you see from his view, he could see many interesting things. Things that will eventually peak his curiosity and eventually make him investigate. But for now, the goblins at the bonfire seemed interesting. He only wondered what he could learn by ease dropping on their conversations. Maybe he could get the location of some weapons or food that they are using. Any information he could get from them would be useful.

Turning sharply the small pixie tried to stay up as far as he could while bleeding off speed until he was safety fluttering softly near some stalagmites. Clinging onto the stone ceiling he moved slowly from crevice to crevice avoiding open areas until he was close enough to hear the goblins and what they were talking about. After this he would have to go and find ash. But for now at least it was warm up here but everything seemed to be covered in soot.

Finding a small ledge the pixie rested while listening to the goblins below him talk about trading something. One smaller female offered up clay and maybe some form of pottery. He could barely see the two talking as he peered in between rock formations. Ardur still wasn’t stupid, he would occasionally glance around and check his surroundings before returning his gaze back to the duo below. The goblin with the scar now seemed to be talking about his life and about… Humans? Well of course there are humans. Cause everyone needs the lovable and relatable base race.

His thoughts were interrupted as the small creature listened intently and with purpose when the two began to talk about fire and how to wield it. The scarred goblin spoke about focusing his energy to his palm and then making a motion to throw the fire at a given location. Ardur began to think about this and stood on his small ledge. Holding out his hands the pixie focused and tried the best he could like the goblin said to focus and pool his energy into one area. The area he chose was in the space between his hands. He thought for sure he could feel something but wasn’t sure what it was as he continued to concentrate and force his magic energy into the small area.

@Lucius Cypher
@Zeroth

Ardur's character stats

Level: 1

Inventory: N/A

Clothes: Grass and spider silk clothes

Weapons: N/A

Magic: Shield I, Lesser Flight II, Minor Heal II

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 I do believe we are ready for your next post when ever you get the time.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Guy0fV4lor could have been through private message.

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

@LetMeDoStuff understood it might take me a little while. Is everything else on the sheet cleared?