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bloodbound-soldiers · 7 months

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MANN CO. EMPLOYEE FILE

November 4th, 1969 11/04/69

This file is protected under private law. Under no circumstances should this file be shared, redistributed, or photo copied, or otherwise duplicated via Respawn, Teleportation, or other means accessable.

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NAME: Runo █████ GENDER: M AGE: 34

HT: 5'11" WT: 196 lbs BLOOD: O-

CRIMINAL HISTORY: ATTEMPTED MURDER, BATTERY, 2ND DEGREE MURDER; NOT GUILTY BY REASON OF INSANITY

FACTION: S.P.E.C. OPS CLASS: Soldier

RESPAWN COMPATIBILITY: Y / N

EXTRA: "Intriguing". Has a habit of violent outbursts and a history of anger issues. Works on both RED and BLU by order of the Administrator. No-nonsense. Takes orders well. Thorough.

Employed through Specialized Paranormal Elimination Corps Operations. Main duties are as follows:

• Keeping the mercenaries on the front lines focused and grouped through the following seasons: October - November

• Assisting assigned team in achieving unmet goals and quotas for the month

• Eliminating threats to said quotas, especially those of supernatural, ethereal, paranormal or otherwise otherworldly origin

MANN CO. WEAPONS AND ARTILLERY 1968

Runo is the body, Raziel is the mask haunting it. A cursed man, Runo carries the weight of his hunger for power on his shoulders every day after one mistake led him into a life of violence.

Other characters mentioned on this blog: Saturn, an old friend of his, and Jazpin, his team's Spy. Runo talks in green, Raziel talks in purple, corresponding to their eye color whenever one takes control over the other.

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bloodbound-soldiers · 7 months

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Watching.

Waiting.

Eyes scanning every possible outcome. Every chance of escape. Every moment of weakness.

Through silence security is forged. An illusion of safety. Of freedom.

A predator and his prey.

Paws hit the dead autumn leaves carelessly. Flit. Flitflit. Flit.

He can hear it breathing.

He struggles not to let his eyes show behind the mask. He's excited. He's hungry.

Silently, he hunches into a pouncing position, ready to strike. Ready to feed. Ready to--

A hand on his shoulder startles him.

"Raziel." A voice says inside his mind, booming and echoing.

"...Jazpin." He says aloud, the mask's jaw moving with his as he turns to look. "What are you doing here?"

Jazpin adjusts his bowtie, settling the cloth on his face covering all but his eyes and nose. His french lilt speaks up again, in thought; "Runo was promised more freedom." Though stitched, his mouth downturns into a frown. "Although I should know better than anyone how demons regard promises."

"Save it," Raziel spits, standing and turning his back. "His fate was his own. He knew what he was doing."

"Did you?"

"He's weak."

"Is that why you compromised with him?"

"..." Raziel lowers his head. "That is not your place to talk about."

"Very well," Jazpin's soulless button eyes squint into a grin as he turns to leave. "Just thoughts, after all... You'd do well to have them once in a while."

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