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SynJyn Quick (Dead)
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SynJyn Quick (Dead)


Age: 46

Origin: USA Cherokee Nation’s, OK

Occupation: Current head of privet military operations for the Lir’ Family and Captainl to the elite Viking Marine Defense Force.
Psychological description: He is a very “by the books” Officer and believes the more you train for any situation, the less surprises you will face. He has always wanted to train “The Viking” further into land and airborne assault, but the need didn’t outweigh the cost and time. So he perfected his Sea assault protocols.

Physical description: He is of med/tall build, 6’ with a wiry muscular frame, despite his age. He keeps well groomed, stylish hair and and a neat Mustache. On ship he stays in his battle fatigues as per regulation. Off ship and off duty he tends to wear loose clothing made for comfort and agility. He is never without some type of weapon.

Powers & supernatural powers: None, his crew however thinks he is the devil incarnate when it comes to hand to hand combat.

Current strength level: 0

Potential strength level: 0

Are you a reborn god?: No, A spun Hero of the horn (1st spinout)

Biography: Final showdown: SynJyn knew not what brought him to the blight, nor why he left her side. He was Aiel and a Warder, why was he here? Looking down at the pile of trollock’s and the 2 dread lords, he knew exhaustion. The 3rd wave came at him, he raised his spears, his power spent. Silently he begged the wheel to never curse him again with that “gift” again. One of his 2 remaining spears broke on the first trollock to arrive. No matter, weapons were not always needed. Something hit him in the back. Fire burned him, a missed Dread Lord, he tried to turn but the trollocks swarmed him now, knowing he was good as dead. On his knee’s his body consumed with fire, he felt his spirit lift. A voice echoed in his head. “Your life has been one of valor and teaching. You have shared your knowledge with those that continue to fight for the light.” “In time you will be called upon again, when the world is in need of your talents and honor.” “Rest now hero, your time will come again”.
Ash’a’man SynJyn Quick-kick, of the Reyn Sept of the Tardaad Aiel and Warder to the Amyrlin, died or so did his body.

Born on the Millennium to a poor Native American Family in Oklahoma, SynJyn’s family saw great things for him. The Medicine Man, as they still preferred to be called, had proclaimed he was a old spirit in a new body. SynJyn grew up with basic public education, but it was easy for him to see he was brighter than the rest. Even as a boy he held a stern gaze, that his mother would always to soften. In high school he got involved in JROTC and his life's course was set. At 17 he entered the Navy as an SO/HN (Special Operator and Corpsman). After Naval Boot Camp he went on to Chicago for his Corpsman training, then off to Coronado Island for BUD/s. The 6 months in BUD/s was hell, but he had no idea that the real training didn’t begin until AFTER BUD/s. Upon completion he was sent to Balboa Hospital for his advance Corpsman Training. It took a year to get his IDC (Independent Duty Corpsman) done and during that time he had Jump School in Ft Benning, GA, Air Assault School in Ft Campbell, KY and his weapons and integration into his SEAL unit. Finally it was done, and he experienced his proudest moment of his life. He stood in a ragged line, he thought “hell week” was bad, but he did it, he had earned his Trident. It was the same day he had learned his parents had died in a car crash. Joy and sadness fought for control, they was coming to see him when they died.

SynJyn spent the 20 years with Seal team 4, retiring only after having to decide on taking a desk job or instructor. He was a Combat Operator, and decided to look into the mercenary life. Fate introduced him to a Ship’s Captain having issues with pirates. Over several mugs of local ale, Larson Lir’ convinced SynJyn to take a job with the Family fishing/Merchant business. He never regretted that decision. He became fast friends with the Lir’s only child, the oldest having died of the pandemic. He took extra time to Train Manix Lir’ even as he trained what would become “The Viking’s “.

Over time the Lir family constructed “The Rage” a defense ship to float with the fleet and handle all piracy. Within a matter of 2 years it was known far and wide in the fishing/merchant/pirate circles, that it did not pay to attack a Lir’s family ship. Even if “The Rage” was not around, it would find you and most of the time take you as a prize. The Lir’ family fleets had tripled from ships taken as prizes over time. SynJyn was not the ship’s Captain, he was over the Vikings, but the Captain never got in his way, nor did SynJyn give him cause. SynJyn was a Sailor thru and thru.
He had received his new orders. Report to Manix and begin land base assault training. SynJyn smiled, a dream come true. He would need f some fresh perspectives on modern weaponry and combat as well as a good supply of training aids but if he knew Manix, he was already working on it. He assembled the Viking’s and told them of the new orders and what to expect once arriving. “Boys, hell is about to hit Moscow!”
with a big “HooRah”
they were dismissed, in 3 days they sailed for Moscow.
Edited by SynJyn, Oct 13 2016, 08:10 PM.
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