Rome s'est emparé de la cigarette et s'est coincée entre ses lèvres sans lumière. Il détestait les choses mais camouflait la fumée qui sortait de sa peau. Il sentait que Rin était anxieux et s'est rapidement retiré d'Eddy avec un gros merci au milieu du doigt avant de retourner dans son casier pour charger le reste de ses armes. Toute l'équipe de Motley était là et était prête maintenant et comme l'horlogerie Walker s'est levé sur un banc voisin et a donné son rendu d'un briefing de mission soutenu par l'ours. Walker a commencé à expliquer la situation et Rome vient d'écouter vers le dos de l'équipage en chargeant son vieux Ak-47. Peu de cloches et de sifflets comme la plupart des autres ici. Pas de points rouges, pas de laser, scopes, auto-ciblage watchamacalits volants juste de bonnes vues d'ol' et environ trois paires de scotch ensemble 30 magazines ronds pleins de 7,62×38 en acier robuste fourré dans son gilet de flak, pas cette merde à base de polymère qu'ils ont servi le dîner à lui sur. Pire scénario, il pourrait coincer un mag dans un crâne d'homme... puis le retirer et finir de le recharger. Rappelez-vous à spetznaz qu'ils remplissaient souvent délibérément les Kalachnikovs pleins de boue et de sable et instruisaient les stagiaires à « trembler et de feu » qu'il allait boomer à chaque fois. Pourquoi trader la fiabilité pour les cloches et les sifflets qui peuvent et vont mal aller? Se souvenant de l'affirmation que son père lui avait dit un jour: «Ils ont été construits à l'époque où les hommes étaient aussi des hommes et des femmes!» La voix de son père échoua à travers son esprit. Rin n'a pas pu s'empêcher de rire de la devise. Il l'a jeté sur son épaule et a pris un petit couteau avec un bord partiellement dentelé d'un côté et l'a glissé dans l'une de ses longues bottes de touffe. Il était sur le point d'attraper un petit sac rempli de grenades M80, mais presque comme si le marcheur lui disait directement que la demande d'explosifs ne l'empêchait pas de mourir dans ses traces. Il avait les couilles de se faufiler un dans juste pour être défiant, mais se promenant sur une plate-forme de pétrole ne s'asseyait pas avec une grenade vivante dans sa poche arrière donc il l'a laissé aller et a attrapé un Spetsnaz standard problème de survie pelle / axe.
Votre ennemi n'est pas humain. Votre ennemi est décrit comme des « cadavres en fuite avec des membres supplémentaires et pas de visages ». Si vous voyez quelque chose qui n'est pas humain, videz le magazine.
"Fuck!" Il s'est évanoui par accident. Bien sûr, il a eu les choses mutées qui sont remises en question pour être morts ou pas. Si sa chair réanimée peut ne pas être en mesure d'aider ici. Posséder une de ces choses de notre côté serait très utile avec Rin à la barre. Rome a niché le casque et a opté pour un Balaclava noir et IR et des lunettes de vision thermique.... espérons que ces choses donnent de la chaleur. Envelopper un collier de communicateur de gorge autour de son cou avant de le couvrir d'une écharpe de laine rouge rustique pour une protection modérée contre les éléments. Nichant les stéréotypes que tous les Russes aiment le froid. Vérification et triple vérification du reste de son équipement faisant qu'il a beaucoup de munitions et quelques chargeuses de vitesse pour son revolver pratique à moitié perdu dans la pensée quand il a entendu Walker termine le briefing avec son hype-up habituel. Roman s'est enthousiasmé quand les autres ont hurlé et hurlé comme s'il disait "saisir déjà sur l'avion" évidemment le seul qui a entendu que c'était Rin qui a plutôt apprécié les discours sachant bien que les humains se mettent volontairement dans des missions suicidaires pour de telles illusions appelées "Gloire" ou "Honor" c'était assez amusant...
"Pas toi, Red. Je dois vous parler."
"Red" s'est arrêté dans ses traces et a remarqué le regard suspect sur les marcheurs visage quand il a atteint pour son flak. L'apparence d'un ours qui protège ses petits.
"Quand vous êtes dehors, vous pourriez commencer à paniquer et merde pourrait commencer avec votre esprit, mais en aucune circonstance êtes-vous à tirer sur mes hommes, compris? Je m'en fiche si tu penses qu'un d'entre eux mange ton visage, je m'en fiche si je t'ordonne de tuer l'équipe, c'est dans ta putain de tête, compris? Si on a un incident d'incendie amical là-bas et que j'ai l'encre que c'est toi, je t'enverrai directement en Enfer moi-même, et je sais que tu as vu ce qu'il y a là. Et tu n'en parles à personne. Vous m'avez compris, camarade?" 
Il connaissait assez bien Walker maintenant et savait pour un fait que si son équipe avait des ennuis, il préférerait donner son écrou gauche pour garder sa compagnie en sécurité. Si ce n'était pas évident avant qu'il ne soit évident maintenant qu'il ne donnerait jamais le commandement de tirer sur sa propre équipe et Roman le savait bien. Il a pris les autres informations sur les hallucinations et a fait une note mentale à l'arrière de sa tête... à côté de Rin. Retirant son Balaclava et poussant la cigarette maintenant pliée et non éclairée dans sa bouche avec Walker pouces de son visage. "Je ne gâcherais pas la balle... camarade" Les Romains font face sans émotion et digne d'être jetés dans la pierre. "Soyez sûrs que ce n'est pas le rouge contre le bleu là-dedans et que tout sera sale dory... "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?"
Birth Name:
Roman Petrovik/ Rin-aziel Ohmahazet
Assigned Name: Jack Romanov
Age: May, 4th, 1986. / Found April 1st 2010 (age unknown)
Attached Photo:
Gender
Male / unknown but prefers female figures
Sexual Orientation
Straight/ NA
Hometown
Siberia, Russia / Unknown
Ethnicity
Russian
Race/Species
Human / Demon, Alien, parasite, it has many names...

Physical Description
"Rome" - Standing at about 5' 11" 198lbs with dark brown hair and Blue eyes. Well built and lean thanks to his high metabolism featuring a tattoo of an "Anarchy" symbol on his left arm. If you look closely you can see what looks like steam constantly coming off his skin thanks to Rin-aziel. Youll often see him with a cigarette in his mouth to hide this trait. His natural bodyheat is also abnormally high (about 110°f) and you can start to see gray strands of hair on his head.
"Rin-aziel" - She can pretty much take any form she wants. Her very essence resembles that of a plume of smoke. Her physical manifestation of a body is usually that of a female figure. Pulling whatever pictures of women Rome has in his head or on those magazines he reads occasionally. She has no physical surface tension and very cool to the touch. If you touch her, that part will swirl and fade away like pushing through a cloud of smoke.
 
Psychological Profile:
*note: below are recordings of what each subject summarized on whom the opposing subjects personalities are. We have attempted to conduct seperate interviews but they always tended to end up with mixed results.*
Likes
✔ Antiques/ Modern tech
✔ Firearms/ Foggy days
✔ American women/ Posession
✔ Blueberries/ Cigarettes
✔ Marco/ Polo
Dislikes
✘ Arrogant people/ Arrogant people
✘ Cigarettes/ strong winds
✘ Cold weather/ Containment
✘ Rin's bluntness/ Rome's sarcasm
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Being apart from Rin/ Being apart from Rome
Personality
"Roman" - Stubborn, sarcastic, and an asshole would be some things a person would call him if they just met him, but if the stopped for a second and payed attention.... he's still a stubborn, sarcastic asshole. Often making jokes at the absolutely worst time and slacking off whenever he gets the chance, but deep down he is kind hearted and would quickly step in front of a bullet for someone he just met (and likes). He has a deep appreaciation for old things like cars, guns, art, music and traditions. He respects other peoples religions and points of views but will not let them convince him it is the "only" way. He always looks for the option everyone else looks over. Searching for that coinflip that lands on its rim.
"Rin-aziel" - Like many old people she is a very patient... umm thing. Being around has given her the patience of a saint, just don't call her one if you value your bodily functions. That being said, she also tends to let her emotions take over when she wishes. Calling it "theraputic" when she lashes out often resulting in something dead, tortured, or gone mentally insane. A vast fondness for all things modern. Ranging from the tech, to the foods (even though she cannot eat) and even the music. ESPECIALLY the music. One of the only things she is grateful for humans to have invented. Often open minded but when it comes to personal safety, survival is priority.
Medical History:
Powers
Powers-
Roman and Rin are symbiotically tethered to eachother. Whatever Rome feels, so does Rin and vice versa. They can suppress eachothers thoughts and emotions easily unless under stress. Then they often share a clusterfuck of mixed feelings and thoughts which usually combine into something... dangerous. Rome technically has no powers except for the sole ability to accept Rin-aziel in his body and not die from mental breakdown and prolonged exposure to Rin. Rin is technically a smoke based parasite (or demonic being) sharing Romans lifeforce (or soul) to survive. Rin can actively release herself from Roman whenever she feels like but prolonged seperation can cause Roman to feel side effects, almost like withdrawls that of a powerfully addictive drug. Making Roman's body feel as if on a permanent adrenaline rush. He can stay focused longer and even "forget" pain momentarily when they are together.
Rin on the other hand can freely move to another host but "normal" hosts tend to wither and die within a couple hours. The severe mental stress of her taking over the body results in madness or dementia in which Rin has no choice but to take full control of her hosts body and thus, killing them. Roman on the other hand has been with her for over 3 years. During their inital meeting, Rin had tried a full takeover of Roman numerous times, but his mental stability and will is just too strong.
Technical Proficiency:
Position Within The Military☜
Roman was one of the few that could call themselves Spetsnaz after he joined the Soviet millitary at age 17 (forged papers) he was labeled one of the prestigious few to wear the black balaclava. That was until he met Rin. After the "Incident" he needed to leave the country.
Skills-
Roman is an ex-Spetsnaz soldier born to fight and kill. He has extensive weapons training and superior CQC training. Thanks to Rin he also has a strong mental focus that of which one would feel under extreme duress and filled with adrenaline. Often seeing things as if slower than normal. Ten seconds seem to last a minute and combat is instinctual, like breathing or blinking.
Rin-aziel is old and knowledgeable of many things unknown to the current world. Speaking in many tongues as if they were all fluent to her. (Exe tongues of fire that Jesus' disciples were given) physically pulling the fresh memories of her other "hosts" left her very knowledgeable of mundane things. Remembering passcodes or specific numerical algorythms or manipulation and torture of her victims until she gets what she wants.
Talents-
Roman has an affinity for older things and often fills his head with knowledge of older cars, guns, etc. He can tell you the year it was probabbly from and how to use it, just don't ask him to take it apart and put it back together. The only thing he could do that with is his trusty Ak74 and pistol.
Rin-aziel has an uncanny ability with numbers and can remember anything you tell her. A photographic memory of sorts.
History With the PCMC: After the "Incident" both subjects were restrained in temporary holding room 422-13c with airtight countermeasures. One of our agents presented subjects with the official PCMC contract in which would allow prohibited freedom under the para-allied alleagience act code:42-18 paragraph 3. After fourteen days of retention, subjects agreed and signed under certain conditions.
Update: Subjects have now been allied with PCMC for exactly three years to this date. Further expansion of prohibitations have been granted.
Prior History: It was quite obvious Roman was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth, in fact he was lucky to have a spoon at all at times. Living in Siberia, Russia was tough but thankfully he had a loving mother and a strict father to keep him going. Spending his younger years playing with the local kids his age was all he could really do aside from his daily chores around the house. The large apartment complex was filled with many others just as poverty stricken as his family, and it probabbly wasn't the best atmosphere to raise a family given the gangs, drug deals, and extortioning going on right outside his door. Roman made the best of it though, he had no other choice. His mother stayed home, cooked, and cleaned while his father worked triple shifts just to put food on the table workin at a metal fabrication company. Roman considering his situation he was doing rather well.
All was good until Romans mother had someone knock on her door with some bad news. Unfortunately Dimitri Petrovik, Romans father had an incident at work. One of the stamping machines took hold of Dimitris arm and crushed it into many different pieces. Lana, his mother was devistated. Thankfully Dimitri survived but at great cost. He was constantly in pain and the medical bills were piling up. Rome had no choice but to start working at age 10. Doing chores around the complex and delivering groceries to elders who cannot leave the house. No matter how much Roman earned, his father pissed away on vodka and painkillers. Roman had no choice but to start working with the local gangs to make enough money to survive. Bringing packages to undisclosed locations and stealing from peoples houses at age 15. This was the life he had no choice but to live. This is also when he found out that he was pretty damn good at it. Soon resorting to a life as a thug as a main means for income, he used whatever he could to his advantage in paying off his families debts.
When Roman turned 17, he got fed up with dealing with his deadbeat father. Always blaming the pain of his accident to bolster his need for alcahol or drugs. Never bothering to even acknowledge his wife or Roman and only saw them as a means of paying for his booze. Roman fell into a hatred filled rage and beat the ever loving shit out of his father kicking him out. Threatening that if he ever came back he would put a bullet into his head with the very same gun his father gave him to "protect the family". Roman was originally going to sell the revolver but figured it would prove useful in case something got too out of hand. A couple days later Dimitri came back during the night in a drunken rage and accidently killed his wife who had pulled a gun on him out of fear. Dimitri saw red and smashed Lana with a wine bottle to the head. Dimitri cried for hours over what he had done while Roman slept and decided to end his own life with the very gun he gave Roman to protect his family with.
When Roman awoke from the sound of the gunshot, he feared the worst. Running outside to where his dead parents lie, he watched the gruesome sight while a couple concerned neighbors also managed to look out their doorways. Roman saw black, the only thing he could think was why... why did this happen? Why did they deserve this? Why did he keep the gun? Roman yanked the gun out of his dead fathers fingers and placed the barrel between his teeth. *click.... nothing....*click click click. Still nothing. Roman cried for days, unable to join his family.... Alone.

At age 17 Roman joined the Russian military under false papers. He didn't want to be stuck in that house anymore in fear of what he may do either to himself or others so he stashed away his fathers revolver then shipped himself away to be a dog for the military. Suicide was all he could think of at the time and what better way to die than in an unmarked grave in six feet of snow? That was his initial thoughts but once he started training and discipline and the teachings they gave him, he was actually starting to like the whole idea. He was a born natural at shooting, fighting and quick thinking. He also seemed to have an innate talent for staying calm under pressure. These natural talents gave him much respect among his higher ups and envy from his teammates but he didn't care either way. He was enjoying himself, something that was hard for him to do recently considering the last time he did was at age 10.
After almost 8 years in the force and quite the impressive track record under his belt, he was invited by his captain to apply for testing in the Spetsnaz special operations force. Roman agreed with his captain and decided to go for it. Roman passed the inital exam, but just barely. He was comissioned to a team and sent out to his new outpost up in the siberian mountains to train and use as a home base of operations. His low test score only ment that his natural ability was not enough and he needed to work harder. Growing ambitious and anxious to prove himself he volunteered to be a part of a recon group sent to an old biological weapons facility that was shut down in the late 70's. The facility recently sent out an automated alarm to all old soviet channels stating that some kind of hazardous material has breached its safety container and may prove harmful if left alone.
Spetsnaz was in charge of guarding a biohazard research team to survey the leak and possibly clean it up before it becomes something more dangerous. Roman and the rest of their team were there in case it is a trap designed by some terrorist orginization which wouldnt be unheard of. It was only a matter of opening the doors and finding out what suprises lay inside.

It was dark... pitch black to be exact. Rin-aziel could not see anything for quite some time now. It didn't matter anyway since the room she was locked in was empty. Empty except for that stupid contraption. It kept her alive... shomehow, but just barely. It kept her drowsy as well. She hated it, it was torture. A long cylinder filled with thick green liquid. Rin had no idea what it was, but it tethered to her like it was alive. The only thing keeping her from wasting away. The echo of a light dripping filled the silent space. Rin counted the drops and wondered what that was. Maybe it was the machine? Maybe it was leaking? That would explain why her tether felt weaker, she felt weaker. This was not good....
Voices echoed through the thin metal walls. A foreign language to her, but it was clearly conversation and not some rats crawling through the debris outside the container. The dripping sound stopped and the tether was broken. Whatever that contraption was is no longer keeping her alive. She had no choice but to somehow get the outside voices close enough to open the container. "H-help me!" Rin's voice echoed inside the container. "P-please h-help!" She tried once more. That was all she could muster with her degrading strength, she needed a host asap.
The Hazmat team heard her but was very wary. There's no way a woman could be trapped down here for so long, it may of been a trap. Hazmat called for Spetsnaz assistance as quickly as possible while they made preperations and took readings with geiger counters and various devices. "All clean, no radiation sir." One of the hazmat spooke to their commanding officer. Roman got into ready position with his seven other teammates weapons drawn. "Open it!" Team leader yelled, and hazmat obeyed. The large 10'x10' door unlatched with a pressurized hiss, swapping cold air and letting the many cones of light from the attachments on the soldiers AK's and the hazmat teams handheld flashlights. "Its empty!" One of the soldiers said taking a step inside. The room was filled with fog and only a tiny metal contraption that seemed to be leaking what looked like antifreeze on the floor. "I want samples of what's coming out of there. Let me know if it could be dang-errragggghhh!" The surrounding fog condensed and surrounded the Hazmat officer. Blood curdling screams filled the container as Rin pushed her smoke right through the mans gas mask, Filling his lungs and soon posessing his body.
Rin felt euphoric, the rush of taking ones body and destroying ones mind. His memories were hers now, and she wasn't finished yet. The posessed officer pulled out his sidearm and shot himself in the head. Blood sprayed everwhere as the dead man still stood there gun drawn. Firing randomly at the others. Roman fired back, as did his team. Watching the man get pumped full of lead as he ran and grabbed hold of another. Rin ripped off the soldiers mask and escaped the dead body and retreated into a nice "fresh" one. Soon repeating the process as the soldier screamed in pain. Aiming his AK at his fellow comrades in arms. Killing two on the spot. Roman took cover as the others panicked. Keeping a bead on the smoke trail and making sure to keep as far away as possible from it. Rin repeated her process, jumping from a soldier to another hazmat. Ripping off their mask and posessing them. Then taking his flashlight and smashing his own face in until it was unrecognizable.
After only about a minute of chaos, all that was left of the eight Spetsnaz soldiers and four hazmat officers was Rin and Roman. Unlike all the others, Roman managed to destroy the temporary host enough that she had no choice but to leave the vessel. Taking form of a human woman and slowly walked towards the soldier named Roman. "I hope you don't think to harshly of me Lieutenant Petrovik." Rin read off of Romans nametag. "I only took there lives to survive, I've been stuck in that box for a very long time." Roman raised his AK and fired his entire magazine into her chest.... nothing. The smoke blew away but came back shortly after. "All I need is one more to escape this place, just please help me?" Rin-aziel cried. She wanted to leave so badly. The people who kept her here did horrible experiments to her. She just needed a vessel to get her out. "Take my hand and you will understand." She said stretching out her arm. Roman was hesitant, his entire team just died from this thing, could she really be trusted? "Absolutely not!" Roman shouted. Rin's face grew upset as she put her hand down. "You damn humans are so stubborn!" She said before lunging right at him. Turning to smoke and surrounding Roman. There was no hope, he couldn't do anything. Roman screamed in fear as everything went black. Rin's memories flooded his own. Showing the tortures she endured and the madness she created. These images would turn others insane... manic and brain damaged but Roman seemed to process these images and understand them. He felt sympathy for Rin and felt nothing but remorse for the smoke filled images. After the images, everything went black.