Operator: 

Operator Name: Korps

Special Forces: [[REDACTED]]

Defender/Attacker

Role: Frontline, Fear, and Melee

Armour: 3 

Speed: 2

Loadout:

Primary Weapons: 

Lasgun (Semi-auto; sorry for thinking it's automatic at first)

Secondary: 

Laspistol 

Or bolt-pistol

Gadgets:

Breaching Charges or Frag Grenades 

Unique Gadget: 

Chainsword 

(Description: The Chainsword is a unique sword you can say that can cut through everything with ease. Korps could use this weapon with ease, cutting through walls, reinforce walls and even people. Let's just say, no one wants to pick a melee fight with him)

Biography: 

Real Name: (Y/n) [[Unkown]]

Date Of Birth: [[Unkown]]

Birth Place: 'Berlin, Germany' (Maybe not true) 

Bio:

"In Life, War. In Death, Peace. In Life, Shame, In Death, Atonement"

Those are the words that this man lives by. Wanting death, yet wanting to be redeemed. It's unknown what he needs to redeem in someone's eyes. A God? maybe so, but who knows for sure. Korps is cold and truthful at the same time. The way he speaks, sounds robotic, a machine. Like he was a machine himself. He takes orders and completes that order, even if it's suicidal. He also gives no mercy towards the White Mask, or any terrorist, even against other operators. 

Korps never takes off his mask, well unless Harry orders him. Only three operators got to see his face. Doc, IQ, and Ash. His weapons are like from out of our world. They're deadly, but in his hands, he's like death itself was laid upon us. A scary sigh indeed, even Nokk and Cav shiver under his presents. 

Let's hope he won't cause that much of a problem.

(P.s don't piss him off or question his religion)

Psychological Report:

I... I don't understand. His wounds, cuts and bruise are everywhere, from new to old. Yet he's walking likes it doesn't bother him. His eyes when I first saw him, all I saw was an empty young man. Like he was forged from a factory, a machine. He definitely hasn't that well of sleep in awhile. His organs well are perfectly fine even though wounds would say something else. 

Korps is average built and his flak armour is surprisingly light and offered pretty good protection. His gear looks like he came out of WW1, from trench boots, pants, coat, and pants. His weaponry, although I'm not the best at, is something that just says si-fi. 

But the most things that stump me more that he's young. At least 20 years old, and young adult just two years of moving on from teen and he looked like we were thrown first thing into trench warfare. But... that's unlikely since some of his injuries showed even before 16 years old. Maybe even a child, a child soldier...

Although Korps can be a cold and dark man, I can only help but pity him. He has been through a lot, maybe even more than all of us.

- Doc

Operator Video:

In a hallway, one end has a bright light while the other has darkness. In the middle of the two created a sunset kinda shade. You then hear screams of fear and death, as a Lasgun and Bolt-pistol were fired somewhere in a different room. It was muffled, but you could hear the guts and blood being spilled.

The hallways then quickly flashed, changing into a brutal scene. Bodies of White Maks ripped apart, blood spilled from the roof to the floor. Organs everywhere filled the hallways. 

Then from the dark end of the hallways, three white masks ran out from the darkness. Running in fear, from something. They run and crawled through the dead bodies of their fallen. Then from the dark end, a tip of a barrel of a las-gun, fired. The laser hits a white mask in the center of his back, leaving a huge hole through his chest. He fell, as the other kept running. Then the white mask on the left was then shot in the head, exploding into pieces leaving a smoky headless man on the floor. 

The final white mask was almost at the light, but a third laser was fired at his right leg. ripping the leg right off. Leaving the white mask on the floor screaming in pain. 

The White Mask clutches his fist and hist in pain, as he started to crawl over towards the light. Who was so closed, his hand could almost reach it until a trench boot stood on top of him. Pressing him against the floor. The White Mask then heard the activation chainsword, roaring ready to rip anything apart. 

He turned his head back, as his heart pounded and his breath quicken. All he saw was a gasmask wearing man with a chainsword, bloody from his friends and allies. 

"Please! No! Please have mercy!" He cried.

But it was too late. Korps swung his chainsword down, ripping and cutting this head completely in half. Blood was spilled all over Korps, but he didn't care. 

The light then burned brighter, as Krops looked up. 

"For the God-Emperor," He whispered before walked into the light.