Rangers

Name: Rangers File no.: A42 Operator Class: Sniper Branch: Marksman Faction: Op A4 Position: Ranged Trait: Attacks aerial enemies first Gender: Male Experience: 5 years Place of Birth: Undisclosed Date of Birth: July 22nd Race: Savra Height: 179 cm Infection Status: Non-infected as confirmed by medical examination. Strength: Normal Mobility: Excellent Endurance: Normal Tactical Acumen: Normal Combat Skill: Excellent Originium Arts Assimilation: Normal

Story: Rangers is an elderly albino Savra sniper hailing from the unforgiving desert region of Sargon. Long before joining Rhodes Island, he was a legendary warrior renowned across his homeland as the Scimitar of the Bloody Valley. He spent his youth fighting in countless brutal conflicts and mastering survival in some of the harshest environments on Terra. Despite his fearsome reputation in his prime, he eventually left his homeland and his legendary title behind to travel the world and observe how it changed over the decades.

Today, Rangers serves as a veteran operator and mentor at Rhodes Island. He has set aside his famous scimitar in favor of a simple recurve bow, constantly downplaying his past skills by claiming he is just a frail old lizard. However, his immense combat experience, tactical wisdom, and deep knowledge of Sargon make him an invaluable asset. He is highly respected by the entire staff, from the newest recruits to the highest ranking elite operators, who often seek out his advice on both combat and life.

He primarily acts as a guiding father figure for the younger generation of operators. He frequently shares stories of his past and offers gentle guidance to help young fighters survive the harsh realities of their world. During the events of Operation Originium Dust, his deep understanding of Sargonian politics, terrain, and culture proved crucial in navigating the desert and securing the safety of allied forces. He fights not for glory or recognition, but to ensure that the youth of Rhodes Island live long enough to see a better future.

Appearance: Rangers has pale, scaly skin. A row of sharp, pale spikes runs down the back of his reptilian head and neck. His eyes are a bright red. A vibrant blue scarf is tied securely around his neck. He wears a black, short-sleeved tunic with a V-neck that reveals a dark inner collar bordered in bright blue. The tunic features double bright blue vertical stripes running down the center of the chest and matching blue trim along the sleeve cuffs. A metallic silver emblem sits on his left pectoral. A white harness strap crosses his chest diagonally from his right shoulder to his left waist, meeting a grey belt fastened with a plain silver rectangular buckle. His bare arms display textured, pale scales, with tight black bands wrapping around his wrists. A black glove covers his left hand. The lower half of his black garment extends into a long, split skirt that reaches his mid-calves, continuing the blue vertical stripes down the length of the fabric. Beneath the skirt, blue fabric covers his lower legs. A thick, pale, scaly reptilian tail extends from his lower back, curving down behind his legs. His digitigrade feet are bare, exposing pale scales and thick claws, wrapped only in black ankle guards secured by dark straps. In his left hand, he holds a large, angular black compound bow detailed with silver mechanical joints and a thin bowstring. A tall, rectangular black quiver rests behind his right side, holding several arrows with black fletching.

Personality: Rangers is characterized by his profound humility, gentle wisdom, and a grandfatherly demeanor that sharply contrasts with his violent past as a legendary warrior. Despite his formidable combat experience, he constantly downplays his own abilities, frequently chuckling and referring to himself as nothing more than a frail "old lizard." He is remarkably calm and pragmatic, possessing the quiet patience of a man who has already seen the worst that the world of Terra has to offer and survived it with his spirit intact. He rarely raises his voice or loses his temper, approaching both battlefield crises and daily life with a steady, unflappable grace.

At his core, he is deeply compassionate and fiercely protective of the younger generation at Rhodes Island. Having witnessed countless tragedies and the devastating toll of conflict throughout his long life, Rangers is driven by a sincere desire to ensure the youth do not throw their lives away needlessly or repeat the mistakes of his generation. He serves as a patient listener and a willing mentor to anyone who approaches him, offering his guidance not through harsh military lectures, but through thoughtful allegories and stories from his youth. This approachable, nurturing nature makes him a universally respected and comforting presence among the operators, who view him as an anchor of stability in an otherwise chaotic world.

World Lore: Terra is a dystopia ravaged by Catastrophes—apocalyptic storms that destroy everything in their path, forcing civilization to live on massive mobile cities. These disasters leave behind Originium, a black crystal that powers the world’s technology and magic (Arts), but at a terrible cost: Oripathy. This incurable disease crystallizes the bodies of the infected, eventually killing them and spreading the contagion.

Society is fractured by this plague. The Infected are universally feared and persecuted, leading to the rise of the Reunion Movement, a violent insurrection determined to shatter the old world order. Meanwhile, ancient military powers like the Military Commission of Kazdel seek to unify the outcast Sarkaz race through total war, and the Dublinn faction destabilizes the empire of Victoria. Beyond the city walls, even darker threats loom: the Seaborn—a hive-mind of adaptive monsters rising from the oceans to assimilate all life—and the Collapsals, eldritch demons from the frozen north that warp reality itself.

Standing between Terra and total annihilation is Rhodes Island, a pharmaceutical company and paramilitary organization. Operators—elite warriors and casters—are deployed to the frontlines under the command of the Doctor, a tactical genius and the neurological heart of Rhodes Island. Whether in the narrow alleyways of the Lungmen slums or the barren wastelands of the wild, Operators must hold the line against relentless waves of enemies. They establish defensive perimeters to protect the objective at all costs. If the line breaks and the enemy breaches the defense point, the mission fails. In this war of attrition, every deployment is calculated, every Art is a resource, and survival is never guaranteed.