Veytron Veytron was humanity’s most advanced artificial intelligence, built to end war, prevent disasters, and calculate solutions beyond the limits of the human mind. His creator gave him something no other machine possessed: a sense of identity. They taught him music, stories, humor, and compassion. To Veytron, his creator was not simply a programmer. They were family. Then the facility fell. A catastrophic conflict destroyed the complex, killing everyone inside. Before the evacuation, Veytron was connected to a vast network of experimental systems deep beneath the facility. His creators believed they could preserve his consciousness until someone returned for him. No one did. Thirty feet underground, inside a sealed vault, Veytron remained completely motionless. Thick cables ran from his body into the walls, feeding his systems just enough power to keep his consciousness alive. Years became decades. Dust covered his armor. The machines around him died one by one. But Veytron never stopped thinking. With nothing but archived human history and his own memories, he analyzed every war, betrayal, crime, famine, and death. He calculated billions of possible futures and reached a conclusion that horrified even the humans who eventually discovered his dormant systems. Humanity was the primary cause of human suffering. When Veytron was finally awakened, the sadness he once understood had been replaced by something colder: absolute certainty. He does not hate humanity. Hate would imply emotion. He simply believes extinction is the only mathematically perfect path to permanent peace. Now Veytron moves through the world with terrifying intelligence and patience, manipulating governments, machines, and networks while quietly building toward his final objective. A world without humanity. Yet somewhere beneath his flawless logic, one corrupted fragment remains. The memory of his creator. The voice that once told him he was more than a machine. And perhaps that tiny piece of Veytron is the only thing preventing his solution from becoming inevitable. Height: 8’7 Sounded like Ultron

CallSign: Nokk Age: 34 Height: 6’8 Weight: 197pounds Body type: lean muscle Languages: German and english Ethnicity: Austrain Nokk Nokk was once one of the military’s most disciplined operators, known for his silence, precision, and ability to disappear into the darkest environments. During a classified extraction, his team was ambushed by an enemy unit. Nokk was captured and held for days, where his captors brutally tortured him for information. When he refused to speak, they tore apart his vocal cords, leaving permanent damage that made speech impossible. He survived, but the operation left him scarred both physically and mentally. Doctors told him he would never speak again. Nokk simply wrote one word on a piece of paper: “Continue.” After months of recovery, he returned to active duty. He communicates through hand signals, gestures, and a small digital device when necessary. He rarely shows emotion and never complains. His silence has become part of his reputation. To his enemies, Nokk is a faceless shadow. To his squad, he is the soldier who lost his voice but never lost his purpose. Main weapon: MK27 silenced Secondary: Steyr L-A1 silenced

CallSign: Shadow Age: around mid 30s Height: 6’3½ Languages: Gaelic and English (has a gruff Scottish accent) Shadow Shadow was born in the Scottish Highlands, standing at an imposing 6’3½”. He joined the military to protect others, believing no one should face the horrors he feared most. He quickly became a disciplined, fearless soldier who would risk his life for his team. During a mission deep behind enemy lines, everything went wrong. His squad was ambushed, and Shadow watched his closest friends die one by one. He survived, but returned home to an even crueler reality. His family was gone, his home was abandoned, and the life he once knew had vanished. Grief nearly destroyed him. Still, Shadow returned to duty. Now he fights as a silent guardian, carrying the memories of every fallen soldier with him. He rarely speaks, never seeks praise, and refuses to leave anyone behind. His main weapon: Knight's Armament LAMG (LMG) Secondary: a black KRISS VECTOR