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{{Infobox_character|affilliation=19th Airborne Division|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Private Mark Kilandro.png|caption= |
{{Infobox_character|affilliation=19th Airborne Division|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Private Mark Kilandro.png|caption=You need me to break into something. I got you|languages=Common, some giant|birthDate=31 CR|birthPlace=Leishport|species=Human|gender=Male|height=5'|field2=Airborne Rank|value2=Private}} |
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'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Mechanic assigned to the 19th Airborne Division in 50CR during the [[Realm War III|Third Realm War]]. |
'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a Mechanic assigned to the 19th Airborne Division in 50CR during the [[Realm War III|Third Realm War]]. |
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== Physical Appearance == |
== Physical Appearance == |
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''Mark is very small for barely being an adult. Standing at 5' tall, he tends to shrink his stature to 4'9" or even 4'6" with how thin he is. He has black hair that is cut quite short (but not enough by standards) and is always covered in dust. He has pale skin and wears black gloves and clothing that is a size too big for him. He treads extremely light often keep his footsteps as small as possible to avoid tracking.'' |
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''"Who I am and what my body can do is merely the fruits of my life. It may suit some. It may not suit others. It suits me."'' |
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''-Private Berkov'' |
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== Personality == |
== Personality == |
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''Mark is a very relaxed individual, but that demeanor is often mistaken for unobservant. Rather he keeps a keen eye with everything around him, reading the demeanor of conversations to get a vibe how much danger he's in. Speaking in a small voice, he tries to avoid conversation, and will rarely explain himeself. When a crisis strikes however, he acts fast, cautiously, and with a straight face to keep his head in the game. done.'' |
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''"At the end of the day, I work hard. Why would I not work hard? If I do not work hard, the work does not get done."'' |
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''-Private Berkov'' |
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== Equipment == |
== Equipment == |
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''Whatever he has is basically bare minimum. Most of what he needs he just carries with him since it's really all he has.'' |
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''"My radio is one luxury I afford myself. I do not afford myself many luxuries. If I live a life free of luxuries, the luxuries become more luxurious."'' |
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''-Private Berkov'' |
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== History == |
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'''CHILDHOOD AND EARLY LIFE''' |
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''"How could I call it home? The breadlines stretch for ungodly distances, and my family is always one wrong step from joining them. Yet, it is home."'' ''-Private Berkov'' |
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'''YOUNG ADULTHOOD''' |
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''"As kind as I may be, when they look in my eyes, they see Death. I have become Death to them. When they die, seeing that...I die as well."'' ''-Private Berkov'' |
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'''MID-ADULTHOOD/PRE-WAR''' |
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''"I was what they needed. They don't say that they look for broken men. But they look for broken men. And I am a broken man."'' |
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''-Private Berkov'' |
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== Background == |
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[More description will come later when Amia is not sick.] |
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<blockquote>You want my past... okay it's not much. I... don't have much of a place to start. I'm from Leishport and a street kid. I bounced from home to home and orphanage to orphanage with no luck. This forced me into some crime, but I kept it minimal. I picked up lockpicking as a hobby that quickly became my survival tool. I broke into Whatever closed off place I could or offered it as a service for other people to get in. When I finally aged out, I lived in dark alleys and sketchy shops pretty much on a day to day basis. I finally saw an opportunity to get out when flyers about joining paratrooper showed up. I snagged one and somehow managed to get in. I'm either going to die a hero, or live long enough to be the bad guy. There is no in-between. </blockquote> |
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Latest revision as of 23:44, 12 February 2026
| Languages | Common, some giant |
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| Affiliations | 19th Airborne Division |
| Date of Birth | 31 CR |
| Place of Birth | Leishport |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 5' |
| Airborne Rank | Private |
Mark Kilandro is a Mechanic assigned to the 19th Airborne Division in 50CR during the Third Realm War.
Physical Appearance[edit | edit source]
Mark is very small for barely being an adult. Standing at 5' tall, he tends to shrink his stature to 4'9" or even 4'6" with how thin he is. He has black hair that is cut quite short (but not enough by standards) and is always covered in dust. He has pale skin and wears black gloves and clothing that is a size too big for him. He treads extremely light often keep his footsteps as small as possible to avoid tracking.
Personality[edit | edit source]
Mark is a very relaxed individual, but that demeanor is often mistaken for unobservant. Rather he keeps a keen eye with everything around him, reading the demeanor of conversations to get a vibe how much danger he's in. Speaking in a small voice, he tries to avoid conversation, and will rarely explain himeself. When a crisis strikes however, he acts fast, cautiously, and with a straight face to keep his head in the game. done.
Equipment[edit | edit source]
Whatever he has is basically bare minimum. Most of what he needs he just carries with him since it's really all he has.
Background[edit | edit source]
You want my past... okay it's not much. I... don't have much of a place to start. I'm from Leishport and a street kid. I bounced from home to home and orphanage to orphanage with no luck. This forced me into some crime, but I kept it minimal. I picked up lockpicking as a hobby that quickly became my survival tool. I broke into Whatever closed off place I could or offered it as a service for other people to get in. When I finally aged out, I lived in dark alleys and sketchy shops pretty much on a day to day basis. I finally saw an opportunity to get out when flyers about joining paratrooper showed up. I snagged one and somehow managed to get in. I'm either going to die a hero, or live long enough to be the bad guy. There is no in-between.