Realistic or Modern CITRON Personnel and Registration Files

[Corrosion]

• CITRON Field Operative
• Identified Cryptid

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  IMAGE OF CHARACTER
  (Note: I generally dislike real person photos. Use either illustrations or models, but use real pics if you can't find anything suitable.)
  
  'Notable quote from character.'​
  General Information
  
  Name:
  Age:
  Gender:
  Ethnicity: E.g. Chinese, Caucasian, Abkhaz
  Birthdate: E.g. 11 September 2001
  Nationality:
  Birthplace: City, state, and country, in that order.
  Organisation: The organisation your character formerly belonged to before getting reassigned to CITRON E.g. SWAT, US Army Rangers, GIGN
  Employed Since: The year your character was hired by CITRON
  
  Physical Information
  
  Height:
  Build:
  Eyes:
  Hair:
  Skin Tone:
  Description:
  
  Psychological Profile:
  
  Character Summary: A short summary of your character
  Personality:
  Biography: Only a relatively basic bio is needed. No need to go into too much detail.
  
  Field Operations Information
  
  Callsign:
  Specialisation: Three specialisations are available: assault, defence, and support. Assault is geared towards dealing damage and pushing forwards. Defence is focused on protecting teammates and protecting objectives. Support is based around roles such as healing and fire support.
  Preferred Loadout: As a super secret paramilitary organisation, operatives are allowed to pick and choose weapons of their choice from essentially any firearm ever made (provided they fill in a massive amount of paperwork first) and if it is within reason. That means if the weapon is available and practical. No going into battle with a diamond-encrusted solid gold Desert Eagle or 18th century blunderbuss. Operatives who do not want to fill in the large amount of paperwork needed to acquire a personal weapon of choice are instead given standard-issue equipment. Refer to the Field Operative's Handbook for equipment list. Only experienced operatives are allowed access to choice weaponry. Recruits are given standard-issue by default.
  Gear Alterations: Like many special forces around the world, operatives are allowed to customise their gear to a certain degree.
  Skills and Abilities: Point form. Typically things such as combat training and natural skills.
  
  
  ACTIVE FIELD OPERATIVES
  
  Viktor 'Kartograf' Degtyarev | Spetsnaz - Corrosion
  Steven 'Calvin' Rettings | Delta Force - amended
  Mykolas 'Camera Man' Ver'dana | VSD - Remembrance​
  
  
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  IMAGE OF CHARACTER
  (Note: I generally dislike real person photos. Use either illustrations or models, but use real pics if you can't find anything suitable.)
  
  'Notable quote from character.'
  
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  General Information
  
  Name:
  Age:
  Gender:
  Race:
  Birthdate:
  Nationality: Can be omitted if character is not part of any nation
  
  Physical Information
  
  Height/Length:
  Build: Can be omitted for non-humanoids
  Eyes:
  Hair: Can be omitted for hairless cryptids
  Skin Tone/Colour:
  Description:
  
  Psychological Profile:
  
  Character Summary: A short summary of your character
  Personality:
  Biography:
  
  Other Information
  
  Nickname: Generally used for CITRON to quickly identify your character if his/her name is too hard to pronounce, or if your character lacks a human name.
  Equipment: If any.
  Skills and Abilities: Include both natural and supernatural skills.
  Residence: Where your character lives.
  Relation with CITRON: Either friendly, neutral, or hostile.
  
  
  IDENTIFIED CRYPTIDS
  
  Ronald Snatch | Zombie - Thepotatogod
  Celine Callarea | Siren - xGwenx​
  
  

 

[Corrosion]

'It matters not who has the best equipment or tech. The side with the best discipline and training always wins. But sometimes, it matters both.'​

General Information

Name: Viktor Degtyarev (Russian: Виктор Дегтярев)
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Slavic
Birthdate: 22 February 1977
Nationality: Russian
Birthplace: Yakutsk, Sakha Republic, Russia (USSR)
Organisation: Spetsnaz GRU
Employed Since: 19 October 2012

Physical Information

Height: 6'1" (1.85m)
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Description: With his dark brown hair, grey eyes, and fair skin, Degtyarev is practically fits the description of an archetypal Russian. Tall and well-built, Degtyarev has been described by many (mostly female personnel) as rather good-looking for his age, despite he faintest hints of grey in his hair. His athletic and muscular build is as expected of a seasoned special forces operator with more than two decades of experience in the military. Underneath his gear and clothing, he has a single gunshot scar on his shoulder, having gotten it during his younger years in Chechen. Typically has a five o'clock shadow covering the lower half of his face.

Psychological Profile

Character Summary: A calm and composed veteran Spetsnaz operative with substantial tracking and pathfinding skills. Believes that discipline is the key to victory.
Personality: Borderline emotionless at times, Degtyarev remains cool even under pressure. As an experienced commander, he knows how to work as a team, and he practically emits an aura of commanding wherever he goes. He is also extremely loyal and dedicated, typically not stopping at anything until he has fulfilled his objective. As a keen believer that discipline is the most important aspect of any military, Degtyarev does not tolerate insubordination, and will oftentimes follow any order he is given. As a realist, he is practical and independent, which means that he can quickly come up with solutions to problems. Quite a heavy drinker, but smokes in moderation.

Biography: Viktor Degtyarev was born an only child to a father in the Soviet Army and a mother in the factories. Degtyarev grew up listening to the stories of great bravery his father told him of not just his own adventures in Afghanistan, but also those of his grandfather and his heroic exploits during the Great Patriotic War, fighting for his motherland against the German fascists. These tales combined with the fact that all the men in his family were in the military inspired him to pursue a more serious career in the military, wanting to serve even after finishing his conscription. As a young boy, Degtyarev's life was fairly typical: having fun with friends, getting into fights, and learning about the world (the Soviet version of it). However, he also enjoyed creating maps of the area around his home, finding that he had a particular knack for pathfinding and cartography. Following the collapse of the Soviet Union, in 1995, Degtyarev served his eighteen months with the Russian Armed Forces, before going on the study at Yakutsk State University.

After completing his education and graduating with high honours, he later re-enlisted and went on to serve Russia for a further five more years. During his time in the military, he took part in the Second Chechen War, during which he killed and began to develop a more realistic view on life, yet also coming to see that discipline was the key to victory. He eventually joined the Spetsnaz upon recommendation from his senior officers. Completing Spetsnaz's infamous training regimen with relative ease due to his perfect health and previous experience, Degtyarev was assigned to the 3rd Guards Spetsnaz Brigade. As a Spetsnaz operative, Degtyarev would go on to see action once again in Chechen, now seeing a different side as a special operative rather than the more conventional foot soldier he once was. It was also this time that he refined his natural tracking and pathfinding ability that he always had during recon missions. He also came to be a respected and trusted soldier, coming to be seen as a model operative.

in 2012, nearly two decades in the military, Degtyarev was referred to by his superiors, stating that he was getting reassigned, and that the information was highly classified. It was here that he was recruited by the shadow organisation known as CITRON, whose field agents had been observing him for years, to properly judge his skills and to see if he was fit to be a member. After his recruitment, his eyes were opened to a side of the world he had never seen before, a side that he once thought to be simple myths. He was finally exposed to the masquerade, and now he was one of those enforcing it. Instead of battling threats to Russia, he battled threats to humanity. It was a job that he intended to do well. He accepted his new duty without much of a second thought.

Degtyarev would quickly rise up the ranks and become one of CITRON's top field operatives. Now, he commands Anvil Team, a high-ranking and elite squad who are usually sent on more dangerous missions, but also more conventional ones too.

Field Operations Information

Callsign: Kartograf (Russian: Картограф; 'cartographer')
Specialisation: Assault
Preferred Loadout:

• AK-15: The latest derivative of the legendary Kalashnikov assault rifle and a variant of the AK-12. It is chambered for 7.62×39mm rounds, giving it increased stopping power over standard-issue assault rifles.
• P226: Versatile service pistol, semi-automatic. Fires 9×19mm Parabellum, .40 S&W, .357 SIG, and .22 Long Rifle rounds. Standard-issue.
• Ballistic Knife: Knife with a detachable blade that can be ejected at high speeds at targets. Deadly at close range. Blade contains traces of silver.
• M67 Fragmentation Grenade: Standard issue fragmentation grenade issued to field operatives.
• M84 Flashbang: Non-lethal grenade that emits an extremely loud bang and blinding flash of light. Highly effective against werewolves and other cryptids with enhanced senses.

Gear Alterations: Altyn helmet in place of the standard Modular Combat Helmet
Skills and Abilities:

• Extreme Conditioning: As a member of the Spetsnaz, Degtyarev has gone through and passed all of its rigorous training exercises and tests. As such, he has a great amount of stamina, combat training, pain tolerance, and desensitisation to violence and gore.
• Weapon Mastery: Having been in the military for two decades, Degtyarev has great skill with weapons he has mastered, such as the Kalashnikov-pattern assault rifles and many Russian small-arms.
• Advanced Hand-to-Hand: Degtyarev is experienced in the Russian martial arts of Sambo and Systema, meaning that he is deadly even without a weapon. This also goes for his proficiency with his knife.
• Combat Veterancy: Having seen his share of wars over the past few decades, Degtyarev has gained a large amount of experience, allowing his to be calm during combat. This also allows him to guide new recruits or new teammates along if need be.

 

[Thepotatogod]

'I'm a simple...Dead man. Gimme something good, and I'll get ya what ya want...'​

Name: Ronald Snatch
Age: 40(Counting both before and after death years)
Gender: Male
Race: Zombie
BirthDeathdate: 4/17/1990, risen at 4/18/2001
Nationality: Does not recall

• Physical Information
• Psychological Profile
• Other Information

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  Height/Length: 5'4
  Build: Lean/Athletic(Featherweight)
  Eyes: Silver/Peach
  Hair: B A L D or White, if you wanna get technical.
  Skin Tone/Colour: Pale gray
  Description:
  As a reanimated corpse that's been revived weeks after his own death, Ronald retains a decaying, grey hue. He retains some of his good looking features, but now lacks a nose. He doesn't seem to have any hair shown, but short strands of hair can be seen underneath his tophat along with two bullet holes... He seems to be missing an eye that he hides behind a monocle. His torso has the faded scars of bulletholes which was his cause of death before being reanimated.
  
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  Character Summary:
  A dead burglar who gets reanimated into a zombie without a sense of self. A few weeks later, he instills his own identity as a flashy thief similar to the likes of Arsene Lupin who takes requests from pretty much anyone; the police, the mafia, some random kids who want revenge. He calls himself 'Ron Dhed' due to the fact that he doesn't remember his actual name.
  Personality:
  A thrill seeking person who comes off as carefree with a toothy grin on his face. He is somewhat polite, even adapting a sense of charm despite being a decaying rotting flesh. He would mostly focus on what he finds 'fun' which affects his work greatly, reckless avoiding to disable the cameras to gain attention. His confidence stems from the fact that he can heal his own wounds(Despite how painful it is). He's rarely seen serious and disciplined, but he gets the job done...Somehow.
  
  Biography:
  A burglar by the name of Ronald Snatch was killed in action after jumping off a building whilst making a getaway from the police after stealing a ruby necklace on an auction on the night of April 17 1990 after failing to reach the rooftop of another building, causing him to fall from a 10 story building while getting shot from the behind. He was given a proper funeral a few days after his death and was buried on a graveyard. A decade and a year later, he rises from his grave and walks away mindlessly.
  
  Zombies are known to be mindless that crave for flesh, and for a while, that's what he did. He wandered the cemetery eating the guards and eventually leaving into the sub-urbs. It was then that he shows signs of actual consciousness. His posture became less slumped and began to look like that of a normal person's. Instead of grunting, he produced lip flaps and eventually spoke words, and soon, he settled on an abandoned shack on an alleyway and began to try and remember who he was but to no avail. The only thing he remembers from his past life is his death; running away with a ruby necklace. The thought of it sorta made him thrilled. That sort of thing is exciting to say the least. From that moment, he tried to relive the moment; walking into a local mall and stole some clothes, including the white tuxedo he wears to appease his customers. Needless to say, that was the most exciting thing he'd done in YEARS. He couldn't imagine what sort of thrill his past self had when he stole that necklace! So using what little remnants he had of his past, he located the building where he once took the ruby necklace and did it all over again, this time, making off with an emerald necklace and several amulets. He reenacted the chase that led to his death; running onto the rooftop and leapt from building to building. He was a bit surprised when he realized that being revived comes with a great deal of perks; he can dodge bullets easily, and make the jump that ultimately led to his death. And he finally shook his pursuers off by hiding in a dumpster, he felt a great deal of pain on his chest as he found out that he's been shot several times already. To be honest, that was the most fun he ever had! And an exciting hobby it would be.
  
  Since then, he laid low for a few years. Popping out every now and then to relieve some stress by robbing a bank or two. On 2011, Ron opened a thread where he claims to 'take anything you want him to for something great'. He receives several bash and #clickbaits until one of the users asked to meet up with him to make the request himself. Suffice to say, it went well, and the name 'Ron Dhed' was known in the criminal underworld as he met up with a mafia grunt in a request to get him a diamond for his fiance. And soon, a lot more requests popped up. Some asking him to go steal private documents, steal panties(for some creep), and other ridiculous stuff. Most of them are a success.
  
  Now, Ron considers thievery his main line of work, going as far as leaving the various part time jobs he employed himself in to commit himself to it.
  
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  Nickname: Ron Dhed
  Equipment:
  Knives - Used for the stabby stabby. Just in case the guards would attack him.
  Gloves - No fingerprints, please!
  Swiss Army Knife -- That's-a-lotta tools in one...He stole it from a dead body. A bit rusted, but it works fine.
  Lockpicks ~ Used to unlock locked stuff, including doors.
  C4 Explosives - Used to blow up really tricky safes.
  Skills and Abilities:
  Regeneration - Due to being a reanimated corpse, Ronald gains the ability to regenerate. Think of it like, Deadpool's regeneration but slower. Depending on the size of the wound, it'll most likely take days to heal a cut off arm or a broken leg. Not only that, but he would also feel the pain of these wounds when the regeneration begins half an hour after the wounds are afflicted. Small wounds like cuts and bruises heal relatively quick. Like, a minute to half an hour. However, being reduced to nothing like, say, be blown up by a missile, a grenade, a C4, and/or a nuke simultaneously would guarantee that he won't be coming back for good. After all, you can't regenerate if you're ashes.
  Enhanced Stamina
  Enhanced Agility
  Enhanced Durability
  Enhanced Reflexes
  Enhanced Immune System(Poison won't work on this dead guy)
  Pain Nullification(Until Regeneration process begins)
  Stealth - Learning from his past mistakes, Ronald learnt how various security systems work and learnt how to avoid detection by doing so. But he deliberately doesn't avoid getting caught on camera just to get a challenge stepping on guards
  Residence: An old shack in the suburbs in between two apartment buildings in New York.
  Relation with CITRON: Neutral - Hostile, depending on the request itself.
  

 

[xGwenx]

"Wanna hear a song?"
Siren Form

General Information
Name: Celine Callarea
Age: looks around 21, is actually around 1556
Gender: Female
Race: Siren, Mermaid
Birthdate: no exact date
Nationality: Greek
Physical Information
Height/Length: without tail-5’8 with tail-7’9
Build: hourglass figure
Eyes: striking bright green
Hair: mermaid and human form-dark black
Siren form:a ghostly white
Skin Tone/Colour: mermaid and human form-pale porcelain complexion
Siren form-turns to a light gray
Description: As a human she looks like she resembles a vampire with her pale skin and dark hair contrasting it. Her green eyes are the first feature anyone who walked by would notice. As a mermaid she retains the same features but grows a large glossy, scaly black tail. As a siren, when he feeds, her skin turns a light grey and her hair a striking white.
Psychological Profile
Character Summary:
She’s a siren fugitive on the run from a government that wants to keep her existence on the low. She enjoys long walks on the beach, singing enchanting songs, and eating people.
Personality: ​

She is pretty cold-hearted and merciless. She wants justice for her people, but won’t negotiate. She’s become more and more aggressive and powerful. As far as she knows, she is the last of her kind so she feels she has nothing really to lose. She loves to manipulate people.

Biography:​

The common version of the Siren myth has the Sirens committing suicide after Odysseus had successfully passed by; this was due to a prophecy that stated if anyone heard the Song of the Sirens and lived, then the Sirens would perish instead.​

However, not all of the sirens committed suicide. Since they did fail, though, they went into hiding. They have been hiding for thousands of years in the depths of the ocean.​

Celine was born (don’t ask me how but I’m assuming an egg) and sort of had a story similar to Ariel. She heard the tales of how Sirens back in ancient times sat on the shores or on piles of rocks and lured victims to their doom through their song. ​

Her pod of merfolk was a pretty peaceful one, so they rarely got into trouble with CITRON. But one day a small group of sirens that were a part of the pod decided to mimic ancient times. They took down a couple of modern boats, and the stories of their mysterious disappearances made the news, so of course CITRON found out.​

Sirens were then labeled as hostile and since the small pod came from the big pod, CITRON eliminated numerous innocent members of her pod. She was heartbroken, homeless, and bent on revenge. She left her pod and relocated. She discovered she can be on land for a certain period of time depending on her energy.​

She spends her days singing, eating her victims, and running from CITRON.​

Other Information
Nickname: Celine, Selene
Equipment: none​

Spoiler: Skills & Abilities

• Amphibious Transformation - able to take on an ordinary human appearance through a painful metamorphosis to blend in with modern society and avoid being detected for varying lengths of time.
• Aquatic Habitation - can survive and adapt to underwater environments such as high water pressure and extreme water temperatures.
• Speed Swimming — powerful and streamlined tail and huge flukes can propel through the roughest waters with incredible speed, grace and agility with minimal restrictions to water resistance. Like a dolphin, her fins can propel them high out of the water.
• Strength - Sirens are naturally stronger than humans.
• Siren Song - able to emit a captivating singing voice that lures anyone who hears it toward the singer. Apparently those who are exposed to it have lingering side effects; the exact nature of these symptoms are as of yet not clearly defined. It’s compared to a drug, describing it as something someone needs. Eventually, the Siren Song leads the person that hears it to hallucinate seeing that mermaid everywhere and hearing their Siren Song out in the ocean. The person will then be driven into the water to find that mermaid and eventually drown.
• Regeneration - possess greater regenerative capabilities than those of humans. They heal quickly from non-fatal injuries within a short period.
• Longevity- incredibly long life span, they possess, from birth, an ageless beauty

Residence: the nearest ocean out near a large pile of rocks, moves around a lot
Relation with CITRON: hostile​

 

[amended]

"If you kill for blood, you're a killer. If you kill for money, you're a mercenary. If you kill for both, you're in Delta Force."



General Information

Name:
Steven K. Rettings
Age:
48
Gender:
Male
Ethnicity:
Caucasian
Birthdate:
21 June, 1973
Nationality:
American
Birthplace:
Mena, Arkansas, United States of America
Organisation:
US Delta Force
Employed Since:
2009


Physical Information

Height:
5'11
Build:
Slim But Athletic
Eyes:
Hazel
Hair:
Dark Brown
Skin Tone:
Fair, Somewhat Tan
Description:
Rettings has never been one to rely on his looks to get him anywhere. However, the somewhat-stocky operator makes use of what he has to offer. Moving and strutting around, he looks like he knows EXACTLY what he's doing with his body at any given moment. He usually gives people contemplative looks and has a resting "thinking" face when he's not outwardly emoting. The first three words that usually come to anyone's mind when looking at Steven from a quick glance are: Intelligent, Smooth, and Official. The operator is also clad in calluses and minor scars from his years of Delta Force operations.

Character Summary:
Steven has been conditioned thoroughly in the US Military mindset of "Get Shit Done". More importantly, since he has lived his life in Delta Force, he's acquired the addendum of "Get Shit Done-Even If It Means Death". Rettings is a very seasoned operator and shows it through a sense of controlled casualness, gallow humor, constant operational know-how, and a stark belief in "Victory Above All".
Personality:
Stevens is a rational guy who seems to always keep a cool head. Due to his operational experiences ranging across multiple Delta missions, he has seem to become almost completely desensitized to the average violence of gunfighting and war. Due to this mental hardening, the CITRON agency doesn't bother Rettings one bit. In fact, Steven takes a slight pleasure of having to dispatch threatening monsters, literally less than humans. Steven is a sucker for dark comedy. The metaphorical shell around his mind has developed a distaste for standard comedy, leaving Steven to desire more esoteric, less-likable forms of banter, which he openly and freely bants in regardless of situation or expectation of humor.

Steven, due to devoting his life to being as operationally efficient and proficient as possible, tends to not share personal details with friends and family. He sometimes finds it hard, even, to take empathy with others, usually just relying on empirical solutions to solve other's personal problems including his own.
Biography:
Born in Arkansas near a mountain, Steven has always been a sucker for forests and high places. Half of the boy's childhood was taking long walks in the woods surrounding his house and on the nearby mountain. Life was simple with Steven's mom and dad, as he was an only child with no siblings. When Steven turned twelve, his family packed and moved to West Virginia due to a department transfer in his father's job. Out of 20 total workers moving, the Retting family was able to take residence in Matewan, West Virgina, a town in similar style to Mena, Arkansas, much to Steven's delight.

One evening, as the sun was going down, Steven was walking the railroad track back to the road where his family lived when a black shape suddenly shoots from out of the tall pine trees from the nearby thicket and flies up a hundred feet before dropping back down into the trees. Steven stood, horrified, for several minutes, watching the figure burst out forn the trees and go back in before it finally deviates from the pattern. The figure then came back down towards Steven, who immediately began running down the tracks as fast as he could. The boy didn't slow down until he had closed the door to his house behind him in a frantic slam. After thorough questioning from his parents, all Steven could recall was a large, beady pair of red eyes just a couple of feet behind him at some point during his flee form the figure.

Steven all but forgot about his experience in West Virginia as he went into his military career after high school. Sometimes he would even dream about the figure flying around just like that fateful day in Matewan. Steven's actual operational career in Delta Force began in 2003 with Operation Iraqi Freedom, in which Steven was with the first Delta Force members to cross the Iraqi border. Once in Iraq, and after multiple firefights and many hours in, Steven was tasked with an HVT detail, a snatch-and-grab. After arriving at the dead of night in a remote village, Steven and his squadron immediately began clearing house-to-house in search of this HVT. However, directly after kicking down a door to a hut, Steven is assaulted by a scaley, lizard-like human. Needless to say, the engagement lasted very shortly, and resulted in a dead lizard person with three new holes in its head. The event shook Steven to his very core as the figure from his childhood now seems all too relative despite bearing no physical traits to the lizard person Steven shot.

Steven's operational career remained in Iraq until he was transferred into South America to help suppress FARC activities in a series of covert, nameless Delta Force operations. Throughout this period, nothing of signifigance can be noted other than an intensive period of gunfighting and extremely rough living conditions for Steven and other Delta Force operatives.

In 2007, Steven was transferred back into the Middle East, this time heading to Afghanistan. Two more years of operational improvement and firefights later, and Rettings was suddenly yanked from his standard job as a Delta Operator and consulted for a job about the professional handling of... Cryptids? All of his certifications to be put into the QRF were there, all he needed to do was agree to the position. After being adequately informed on what Cryptids were and a thorough listing of the job benefits, Steven accepted a place in the CITRON. It wasn't until AFTER the meeting that he figured out why he was chosen. His extensive operational history and prior involvement with cryptids (childhood account was acquired through a police report the Rettings made) was more than enough to persuade the officials at CITRON to bring Steven in for a job interview.

And ever since that fateful day in 2009, Steven has been a notable member. His tactical knowledge and overall personality has made him a prime choice for dealing with recruits and an outstanding field operative. He also holds a rather soft spot with the official staff, seeing as he's an aged resident of the agency and generally gets along with the government workers.

Field Operations Information

Callsign:
Calvin
(Due to his Calvinist, Christian beliefs.)
Specialisation:
Assault
Preferred Loadout: ​

• Colt M4A1: Classic US Military firearm modded with 12-inch upper, free float M-LOK handguard, Trijcon 6x32 ACOG ECOS w/Backup Iron Sights And Red Dot RMR, top-mounted laser marking device, side-mounted Surefire M300C Compact Taclight, Blackhawk! Vertical Stubby Grip, Average AR Flash Suppressor.​
• Glock 18: Modded with Streamlight TLR-4 Laser/Light Combo.​
• 8x 5.56 STANAG Mags​
• 4x 9MM Pistol Mags​
• 3x M-84 Flashbang Grenades​
• 2x M67 Grenades​
• Black Load Bearing Vest, OD CIRAS Vest or OCP Custom Plate Carrier​

Gear Alterations:
Often times will forego his ACH for a soft cover to stay comfortable on long rucks. Depending on the mission he will either use a tactical headset for comms or will utilize a throat mic with a clear earpiece.
Skills and Abilities:​

• Lord of the Game: Steven's extensive combat career has left him with an extensive knowledge and understanding of the art and principles of gunfighting.​
• Head of Ice: Steven's operational knowledge allows him to stay calm even in straining consequences and scenarios.​
• Operational Integrity: If Steven is told to kill a target, he will stop at nothing until the target is dead. Incredible will power.​
• Marksman: Rettings has had extensive marksmanship training and experience over the years, making him a crack shot and a great trainer.​
• Raised on the Land: Steven's Delta Force training has helped him to become self-sufficient in foreign lands when domestic supply is not available. This makes him an excellent survivalist, as proven by his time in South America.​

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[Remembrance]

Spoiler: Interview Log #510-1

█████: I wanna know why you won't let us or anybody else take your picture.

Mykolas: Well you can see my face can't you? That must be good enough.

█████: It really isn't.

Mykolas: Okay, let me make this clear, I am the hardest person to recognize, even if I'm talking face to face, it's honestly unfair to everyone. So taking my photo won't really change that, hell, you guys take notes on my appearance, you should just put that in place of my photo.

█████: That doesn't work and the fact that you won't let anyone take your picture may become a detriment in the future.

Mykolas: Let's think about the present here, the future can wait. Actually about the future, aren't you supposed to be asking me more personal questions?

█████: [█████ sighs] I guess your right, we can come back to this another time.

'You can either give up, give in, or give it your all. It's your decision.'

General Information
Name: Mykolas Ver'dana
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Lithuanian
Birthdate: December 17th, 1987
Nationality: Lithuanian
Birthplace: Senamiestis, Vilnius, Lithuania
Organisation: State Security Department or VSD (Valstybės saugumo departamentas)
Employed Since: 2020

Physical Information
Height: 5'10
Build: Lanky
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Description: Unfamiliar. That one word describes Mykolas very well and is a good descriptor used by meaning people to describe him. He has no tattoos and his hair style changes every few days for a multitude of reasons.

Psychological Profile
Character Summary: From small time officer to VSD operative, Mykolas is naturally a man who holds the law above all else but he likes to "bypass" the law in a lot of cases. He's worked a dozen operations to protect the sovereignty of Lithuania and with that kind of experience, has been able to collect information and piece together scenarios in a full night. While his English isn't the best, he's perfected the average American accent.

Personality: Mykolas is hard to understand, he contradicts himself with statements he makes and overall is difficult to get an idea of. He cares for his colleagues and his colleagues care for him, and although he can be controlling and manipulative, it's all in good fun. He works well under pressure but that also means he doesn't get his work done when he should, instead he holds them off for later, or in most cases he'll forget to do them. With experience and gut instinct, Mykolas is quick to figure something out and can often dig deeper to get the best view on it although that makes him undesirable as he invades people's privacy more than they would like him to. He loves to boast about his stories, most of which are repeats of ones that he told last week.

Biography:

Spoiler: Interview Log #510-2

Interviewer: █████
Interviewee: Mykolas Ver'dana
Date: 11/20/2020

█████: Tell me about your upbringing.

Mykolas: Let's see. Born in a small family, mother, father, sister and then me. I can't remember the exact city I was born in but it was south of the capital so. I had a relatively good life, my parents treated me right and there was good sibling bonding while she wasn't accusing me of stealing the last cookie.

█████: How about your grades? Good or bad?

Mykolas: You know I can't remember something like that. But I guess I was pretty average for the time.

█████: Okay, how did you come to join the VSD?

Mykolas: Honestly? Okay, I joined the Police Force when I was like 22 maybe? And when joining you basically join voluntarily or on a very selective basis, but get this, there are lower ranks than that and I was almost certain I would've gotten one of those. [Mykolas takes a minute to think] After taking my oath which was long and honestly I was so ready to quit just because of it. Skip 5 years, I'm 27 and a junior inspector. Only after my promotion, word of a monster taller than that one 6'1 russian guy. Soon the VSD come in, it's mandatory to report such things to them as it keeps the balance of rank and then guess what happens next, I'm serious, guess.

█████: They took care of the situation?

Mykolas: Not even close. Instead, the VSD take a group of junior inspectors which was me and about 3 other guys, and taken them to search for the monster. It wasn't hard to see that the other junior inspectors were both scared but also joyous, and the VSD operatives seemed very annoyed at them so I took a neutral stance and stayed quiet. After about a month of searching and using up the VSD's resources, we encounter the great beast. I think you Americans call it a "werewolf", us Lithuanians call it vilko. I'd say from looking at it, it was 6'9 and could probably lift a truck without breaking a sweat.

█████: Let me stop you there. Why didn't the VSD report it to CITRON?

Mykolas: Sovereignty, that's why! They didn't want some group of monster hunters to come in and take partial control of an area just to find a beast when the VSD could just do it with state resources that are already provided to them. Either way, all the clues led us to a small house in the mountains and we took action. After breaking down the door to the house, we were greeted by an old lady knitting a scarf. Apparently she secluded herself to her small house when she learned about her "transformations" and tried her best not to engage with the public. Literally everybody on the team was shellshocked, we didn't know what to do, so we left her alone but we did put up security cameras around her household.

█████: That was a nice story but how did that bring you to join the VSD?

Mykolas: Just wait! I'm getting to it. [Mykolas appears to think for a minute] After that whole situation, the best preforming inspectors were offered to join the VSD and those two consisted of me and this one guy who drank for most of the time. Now let me preface this decision with the fact that the working conditions and overall tone of the station I worked in was shit and I wanted out as fast as I could so I immediately accepted. And so, me a Junior VSD Operative was given the very gracious role of "In field data collection", and that meant I had to go out and actively search the locations of threats as to learn more about them. That's basically it.

█████: Okay, tell me about the death of Director Darius Jauniškis.

Mykolas: [Mykolas appears displeased] Fine. At the time, I was apart of the Director's personal team who was tasked with dealing with bigger threats even some of the supernatural. After destroying a coven of vampires and celebrating in Darius' office, we left so that we could acquire more drinks from that one guy I mentioned earlier. I left a bit later so that I could finish stacking some papers I accidentally knocked over, and on my way out I heard a scream and several curse words. Like most people would, I immediately ran back in only to find Darius' head ripped straight off his body and a tall man wearing a hoodie jumping out of the window. [Mykolas takes a deep breath] Apparently, surviving members of the vampire coven we destroyed came to attack our base and massacre the place but instead of just walking straight through the door, they took the one window that was open.

█████: What happened after that incident?

Mykolas: I became the acting director and basically told everybody to return to their normal duties, but I instructed my team to search for the remaining vampires and to eradicate them. We instructed everybody not to release Darius' death since it would cause panic, and we didn't hold a funeral until the vampires who orchestrated the attack were found. Instead of sitting on my ass, I assisted my team in their search and eventually we found them.

█████: How did the situation go down?

Mykolas: Well, we found them hiding out near the Hill of Crosses and like the open-minded individuals we were, we opened their heads.

█████: That'll be it for today, thank you.

Interviewer's Note: There are two discrepancies in his story, first, he doesn't have a sister, and second, there was no lady in the small house hidden away in the mountains. Sifting through VSD documents, nothing details an old lady in a small house secluded in the mountains. When questioned about these discrepancies, Mykolas shrugs and says nothing.

Field Operations Information
Callsign: Camera Man
Specialization: Defense
Preferred Loadout:

Spoiler: Request Log #510-1 [DENIED]

█████: You asked for me?

Mykolas: Yes sir, I would like to pick my weaponry of choice.

█████: You know you're still new to CITRON, so you're not able to choose.

Mykolas: I have the paperwork. [Mykolas holds up a stack of papers]

█████: How the fuck? Wait, it was ████ wasn't it?

Mykolas: You bet it!

█████: That's the last time I give him those papers.

Mykolas: Okay, so I thinking of a golden katana from the 17th century that has been folded about 7000 time--

█████: Let me just stop you there. [█████ takes a deep breath] If this is supposed a joke to our East Asian Agents, you know you can be suspended for this.

Mykolas: It's not, I just want to rush into battle with the power of God and An--

█████: This is over. [█████ walks away]

Mykolas: Wait! Just hear me out!

Spoiler: Request Log #510-2 [DENIED]

█████: If this is another joke, I'm not having it.

Mykolas: It's not, I just want to ask for a broken sword from the dark age--

█████: Before you continue, ████ gave you the papers necessary for the request?

Mykolas: How'd you know?

█████: Do you know where he is right now?

Mykolas: Probably at his desk, why?

█████: Oh, I just want to give him a small talking to. [█████ walks away]

Mykolas: Wait does that mean my request has been accepted?

█████: No!

Spoiler: Request Log #510-3 [APPROVED]

█████: Why did I agree to this?

Mykolas: Okay, I'm actually serious this time. All I want is an Armsel Striker-12.

█████: [█████ appears to think it over] KS-23M, and that's final.

Mykolas: Okay.

█████: Good cause I'm no longer allowing you to request for anymore things, you'll have to get them yourself.

Mykolas: Fine.

█████: Than that's it, we're done here.

Current Equipment:

1. KS-23M [Provided]
2. 10x Spike Camera [Self-Obtained]
3. Android Tablet [Self-Obtained]

Gear Alterations: Mykolas may bring 1 Spike Camera or several, it depends on the scale of the operation. His variation in ammunition varies but his most recent changes is from the Shrapnel-10 to the better Shrapnel-25.
Skills and Abilities:

• Close-Quarters Combat: Through training and practice, Mykolas has developed a combat style which relies on kicking and the use of his KS-23.
• Data Collection: Mykolas' performance with data collection and the surveying of an area is exceptional.
• Deduction: Yeah, he can deduce things quickly. Not sure how to word this.
• Spot The Difference: He's a natural at those puzzles and has been able to tell the difference between a human and a non-human.

Other Information
Mykolas is a heavy drinker.
He's been questioned about his ability to differentiate a human with a non-human.

Spoiler: Interview Log #510-3

█████: Tell me about your "ability" to tell the difference between a human and one that's not.

Mykolas: [Mykolas chuckles] You tell me. People call it luck, other people call it a gift, me? I call it an inconvenience.

█████: I see.

 

[Mistory]

Spoiler: Wendigo Form

“I'm always hungry… be it for food, or something else... I don’t know…”
Abel; Initial Interrogation

General Information

Name:
Abel
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Race:
Wendigo
Birthdate:
2000; Exact date unknown
Nationality:
Canadian/American

Physical Information

Height/Length:
5’9”
Wendigo-7’4
Build: lean, but muscular
Eyes:
Hazel
Wendigo-luminescent Yellow
Hair:
auburn
Skin Tone/Colour:
Pale
Description:
A tall male with a worryingly thin build, Abel is one you…really wouldn’t look twice at. With his mess of dark brown hair and hazel eyes, he isn't the sort of person to stand out. Often moving with a hunched stance, it often seems he really doesn’t want to be seen.
Wendigo-standing at an intimidating 7'4”, Abel retains the rather thin frame of a weakened being. Though with his wide shoulders and a vicious stance, you'd be wise to second guess that. Having arms that reach his knees and a long pair of canine-like legs, he becomes a beast of nightmarish quality, the skull of a mutt bearing large antlers makes up his head, and glowing golden lights peering from his eye sockets are always scanning for prey. With teeth made for tearing and a body seemingly starved of nutrition, its clear that most anything could be on his menu.
Psychological Profile:

Character Summary:
A creature born abnormal, even among his own kinds standards, Abel struggles to find a place among the world, in a battle with human thoughts and a blood thirsty instinct to slaughter, he truly is an enigma. Constantly moving for his own survival, a beast like this bears all sorts of mysteries
Personality:

Biography:

Spoiler: Mission 174

Information before April 17th, 2017, is unknown. The following information is documented from Mission 174, initiated on 04/17/2017.
Briefing prior to mission:
As of April of 2017, we have recorded a total of 173 disappearances in the Great Lake area of the united states and Canada. While disappearances were not unheard of, one instance has been documented of the missing persons. A camera, having been recording during an attack. Multiple images of a large entity attacking , moving to fast for the camera to focus. We believe these images are proof of something residing in the area, and if so, is hostile. Our mission is to hunt it down
And with that, the mission initiated, and for several hours continued without a hitch. The squad was dropped off outside the last known missing persons location, merely 3 days prior. However, over time the mission began to have some…hiccups. Sounds out of place, what could have been voices were heard, a distinct lack of animals…and things began to go south. As the team moved further into the forest, the entity began to reveal itself. Only in glimpses, as it seemed to vanish into the woods, circling them as they moved. They lost one soldier soon after. It took the team a moment to even realize he was gone, before his bloody helmet was found in the dirt ahead of them. A scare tactic, for sure…they were being hunted like deer, and it wanted them to know.
However things shifted in an instant. Report follows as
“We were…moving forward, after finding Marcus' helmet…we were on edge. The thing…it charged us. It came from the trees so quickly, we didn’t have time to move. We managed to put out afew rounds, before it flew past, taking Duncan with it. His screams were all we heard as it jumped into the trees again, before they were cut short...”
“and after that?”
“…silence. The area was silent. Before we heard it… Duncan’s body was so mangled and malled…it took us a moment to realize what it was...then it came. It didn’t even attack. It just landed on his corms, crushing it under foot. It glared at us, those eyes…staring into us. It was 10 feet tall atleast…but then released this…this sound. It was Duncan…it sounded just like his scream. When it caught him…it was mocking us! The thing knew we were terrified. We got ready to unload on the thing before…”
“Mathews? Mathews, what happened? Before what?”
“… it came at us. We didn’t have time to fire…but we didn’t have to. Before it could get us, it only catching my shoulder, something came from the wood. We couldn’t see at first, Collins and I panicking as we backed off. But the sound…I could swear I heard hundreds of screams in that howl. A smaller one had mad an appearance, but it seemed to either be protecting us, or claiming its next meal….we didn’t know. But the two fought, claws rending flesh and crushing bone…before the smaller took a bite. It dug in and the bigger one couldn’t tear it loose. It clawed and kicked, but the smaller held on, before it adjusted, sinking into its throat. It tore at its flesh before knocking it over. But as we watched that…that fucking things wounds healed. But the smaller kept going…it bit and tore, it sunk its teeth in and clawed at its body….The thing fuckin ate the other one…faster than it could heal…it reared back when it was finished and let loose that…that roar….before looking at us…”
“You fired, I assumed…”
“…no…my shoulder wouldn’t let me hold the gun straight, and I was to busy holding Collins side. He got cut up real good…but as that thing…as it came closer, it looked us over…it was sizing us up I suppose…but what it did next…I don’t know. With a snarl it hacked and gagged, before coughing up a pile of bile…before picking at its own vomit and digging something out…it dropped the disgusting thing at our feet, before it hurried off...”
“what did it leave? What did it give you?
“…Marcus and Duncan’s…their dog tags…it left us their dog tags…”

Other Information

Nickname:
Animal,
Equipment: N/a

Skills and Abilities:
As a wendigo Abel carries a variety of abilities.
• Incredible strength
• Enhanced speed
• Vastly increased senses, particularly hearing and smell
• Transformative capabilities, as he has been shown to shift between a human and beastial appearance
• Highly regenerative properties. Wounds heal at incredible speeds, and entire limbs can be grown back given enough time and food
• Vocal mimicry
• Animalistic ferocity
• Abel has even show the ability to use “black magic” or shaman magic, twisting the forest to his own needs, though only to a minor degree. Most wendigo legends say only the oldest gain this power, but it seems he's beginning to learn.
Weakness(s):
As a wendigo Abel is particularly weak to certain things. These include
• Silver, be it a blade or bullet
• Fire, he seems to have an aversion to it
• Charms and items that are known to effect spirits, such as wards, tend to either weaken or repel him. He doesn’t care to get close…

Residence:
N/a

Relation with CITRON:
Neutral

 

[Ariel]

Effie Von Dyke

Basics

Age : 57
Gender : Female
Birth Date : 01/07
Race : Vampire
Nationality : European
Birthplace: Sweden

Eye Color : Blue
Hair Color : Blonde
Height : 5'1"
Weight : 112 lbs.
Build : Petite
Skin Tone: Fair/Pale

She goes out of her way to obscure obvious traits that pinpoint her race. (ex. dyed hair, tanning) Effie moves gracefully and her posture is proper. Prefers simple clothing. Glasses aren't prescription.

Psychological Profile

Personality

Effie is a gentle soul with a heart of gold. Whether it was who she was from the start or a product of her upbringing it is uncertain, but she keeps others interests in mind and finds herself most happy when those around her are happy and taken care of. She always means well whether or not her actions turn out for the best and tends to put others before herself. She has a quiet voice and soft presence, like a warm glow. She can be rather emotional but tends to keep her emotions under wraps. The kind of person who sheds tears at the smallest of heartbreaking circumstances but would wipe them away quickly for fear of being considered silly or meek. She smiles and laughs often as it seems to come easily to her. She always puts all of her effort into something and does her best. She's timid towards others, sometimes finding it hard to make eye contact and it escalates upon meeting people for the first time. She has a few nervous ticks such as playing with her hair or biting her nails. She'll hum when she's deep in thought or tap her pen to a certain rhythm. She's protective over the other agents in her group, perhaps because she's used to tending to the wounded, and would do anything any of them asks of her.


Biography
Effie's upbringing is rather unique. Born from two very powerful vampires, under circumstances that which to this day Effie does not know about, she was switched at birth with a human child. Different theories have been tossed around, perhaps the vampires were unable to protect their child and for that reason, sent her away so she was unharmed, perhaps even there was a changeling program going on with the cryptids and the vampires decided to raise a human child, although it did seem unlikely but not impossible. For the first twenty years of Effie's life, she was unaware of her heritage. She knew things were different. She was gifted in certain ways, could do certain things and not to mention a couple of her teeth were a little sharper than the rest, but Effie was never certain why. A word like vampire might have been tossed around jokingly because she was unaware that things like vampires even existed in the first place. So Effie lived with her adoptive parents who loved her all the same and lived a human life. She finished high school at the ripe young age of sixteen and started college immediately afterward. She had made friends here and there but had always been a timid wallflower, preferring to bury her nose in books rather than conversations.

Effie had been working on her first degree when she'd first come into contact with CITRON. They confronted her and wanted to know of her purpose, to inquire about her goals and if she was hostile. Originally, Effie had been very confused, not understand why an private organization would reach out to her and when they told her of her background and what they did, Effie didn't believe it, even if some part of her knew they were right. She was in denial, avoided any contact with them and submerged herself in her studies but there was always that irking feeling that she was missing information she so desperately craved to have. After about a year, Effie contact them requesting to meet so she could answer the questions they originally asked her and if they could answer some of their own. It was then she learned about who she was and when she told them she was docile and planned to continue schooling, they agreed to leave her alone.

For years onward, Effie worked on degrees, acquiring doctorates in the medical field, Psychology, Anthropology, and Chemistry and Bachelors in Sociology and Philosophy. While she studied, she taught at different schools on the subjects she had already mastered, however, when it became obvious as she reached her early forties and still looked like she was eighteen, that she couldn't keep it up forever. Over time, as Effie wanted to hide her identity she visited her parents less and less who would always comment about how good she looked for her age. Unable to break the news to them for fear that they wouldn't accept her as a vampire and a child that wasn't actually their own, she would stick to voice communication only. So without knowledge on what to do without going into hiding for years, she turned to CITRON.

She struck a deal with them. They would assist her in acquiring new names and identities while allowing her to keep her certifications and degrees, among other things, in exchange for her contribution to CITRON. Originally she was made to work in the offices, gathering information, interviewing cryptids and the likes and while working there, Effie studied cryptids on her own time, compiling her knowledge in psychology and what she was learning about the different races. When her abilities not only medically but in terms of potential as a profiler came into play around the time she turned 48, she was recruited as a field agent who would gather information on the field and double as a combat medic when needed which allowed her to be on the frontlines where she could most efficiently gather knowledge. While she isn't the best at actual combat, her other qualities tend to make up for it on the field. Despite going through physical training, Effie did poorly in just about everything that wasn't science or thought based so special exceptions were made to bring her in to the field.

Field Operations Information

Callsign
Förfalska
(counterfeit)


Specialisation
Support


Preferred Loadout
M9 Pistol
M9 Bayonet
Military-Level First Aid Kit (Combat Medic Equipment)
Small Compact Camera



Gear Alterations
Often wears very light gear, with variations in color and style to reflect her support role.


Skills & Abilities
Combat Medic First Aid - One of the fields in which Effie has acquired a doctorate is medical treatment. Her knowledge of the human body as well what to do in tough situations has allowed her to save multiple lives in life or death situations.
Profiling of Cryptids (Psychology, etc.) - Her main focal point as a support, Effie gathers information on certain cases to help them not only find but learn more about Cryptids, given their behavioral patterns and psychology.
Negotiator - Effie is good with her words, usually knowing just what to say. She's a gentle individual that can talk cryptids and people through tough situations and her persuasive abilities have prevented disputes from escalating quite a few times.
Vampiric Abilities (See Lore) - Given her race, Effie has specific abilities and physiology associated with her cryptid background. Being as she is also a very powerful vampire, she is also able to do the things higher level vampires can do as well, excluding shapeshifting.

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