Name: Volfsung Imani DOB: May 24th, 3260 Species: Human Gender: Male Citizen Status: Neutral Occupation: Free Agent Skills: Expert Survivalist, Arsenal Technician Volfsung stands at 6'3", his sandy blonde hair is shaved on the sides and two inches long on the top and back. His beard is a fiery shade of ginger and his eyes are an emerald green. The only other truly notable thing about his appearance is the freckles that spot his body. His attire typically consists of black BDU pants, light ballistic plate armor, and a scouter's visor. He keeps a long coil of rope with a grappling hook attached as well as a simple side arm at his waist, across his back on a sling is his trusty assault rifle, which fire energy beams as opposed to standard projectiles. Personality Personality Type: INFP-T - Volf tends to get lost in his daydreams, especially out in nature. He may not be the one to initiate conversation, but he will do his best to keep it going. This young man almost never sticks to a plan, that is, if there was even one to begin with. He's a natural improviser and he tends to excel at what he does. Political Ideology: Volf's political ideology is simple; "You do you, and I'll do me. Leave it that way." - Volfsung Imani Backstory Volfsung led a relatively simple, sheltered life in his early years. He attended private schools until his fifth year of elementary, at which point he was sent to a military boarding school due to his tendency to fight. He remained there for three years, during which time he continued his career of fighting people bigger than him. Most of these fights, he lost, but that never stopped him from trying. Beyond that, the school taught him about discipline, integrity, honesty, and honor; Four traits that the fellow holds in high regards even today. Upon being expelled, not for fighting, but for property damage when he kicked in a storm door which removed the metal bar in the middle, Volf felt a feeling he hadn't thought he would. His time there he regarded as hell, but when he was walking the halls on the way out, he saw the faces of his fellow cadets and felt as though he was leaving his brothers behind. He realized that while he was there, it was hell, but he wasn't going through that hell alone. That knowledge left a void in the former cadets heart for years to come, and he spent his time seeking a similar level of brotherhood wherever he could find it. Throughout high school, Volf had found himself become a leader of sorts, the nerds, the outcasts and people that just plain didn't belong found him and he made sure to watch out for them in turn. This only added more fights to his resume, most of these, however he had begun to win. It was not due to his newfound skill or any amount of exemplary speed that he could attribute his victories to, but simply the fact that all of the fights he lost in Military school had taught him how to take a beating without hitting the ground. Time and time again, Volf would return home bloodied, but victorious with notes from faculty, he was sent to Alternative programs repeatedly, but his fighting spirit still never wavered. Upon graduating, He attempted to find a military force to join, but due to some complications in his past, he was rejected time and time again. Eventually, Volf found the brotherhood he was looking for in a small group of like minded individuals who made a living by running a less than legitimate business. Volfsung disconnected himself from his family for two years while he led his life down a darker path, during which time he experienced heartbreak and betrayal unlike any other. The woman he thought he had loved had taken off with the entirety of his wealth, a man he thought he could call brother, and his sense of faith in humanity. For six months, Volf lived alone, fought alone, and worked alone. No man or woman was allowed to get close to him. One of his former fellow cadets came across Volf while he was holding his own, running drugs and arms to sustain himself. Volf was far from being in good condition at the time. He let no one close and was prone to fits of rage and violence directed at anyone nearby. The rage, however, was only a defense mechanism to hide the pain he would never allow anyone to see. John saw through this, he remember the angry, but kind child he had once known and reached out. He stayed by Volf's side for months while he gained the trust of his fallen comrade. John submitted himself to Volf's life of crime to ensure that he wouldn't go down a darker path than he needed to. Slowly, John led him back towards a righteous life. This, however only lasted for two years. John had successfully kept Volf in check enough to spare the lives of any innocent they came across, he had begun to subdue instead of kill, and was beginning to see the error in his ways. John's campaign to bring Volf back to the light was cut short when an ill-fated gun run left the two bloodied and dying in the street. A customer they had dealt with many times before had decided that the guns weren't worth money, but they weren't going to leave any loose ends. Volf and John had been sprawled out for what seemed like hours while Volf's vision faded to and from black. He could feel his will to live fade as he heard the voice of an anonymous godsend. The beaten man turns his head to check on his comrade, his vision blurs and darkens for a moment before blinking out, the image of a lifeless, broken brother burned into his now closed eyes. Several hours later, Volf awakens in an ICU, alone, hooked up to several machines to monitor his vitals. Volf took note of a handcuff linked to the bed and proceeded to use a plastic fork to unscrew the rail and free his hand. He donned his blood-stained clothes and disappeared into the night once again, this time, instead of crime, it was vengeance on his mind. The next six months, he dedicated to training himself further in isolation. He hunted without a bow, lived off the land, and heightened his innate senses to extreme levels. Four months were then dedicated to learning advanced spec ops techniques, and the next two he focused on acquiring a ship.
