Nature - Director

Demeanor - Soldier

Baelian spoke over the throat mic quietly, noting the position of insurgents. Moving among the shadows of the adobe walls towards where the intel dictated the location of the VIP.

The mission was simple. Infiltrate and execute the insurgent leader, destroy their ammo depot, and exfil.

At the moment, his team was stationed at key points overseeing the encampment. Six men versus an entire valley filled with men who'd been battling it out over the same patch of dirt for centuries.

Having already managed to lay down semtex in the ammo dumps and their generators...he was now trailing through the ruins of adobe settlements, Baelian moved past a dug out location filled with two groups of sleeping tangos...their arms were simple , but effective AK-47s. Taking cover behind a depot of sandbags...he finally saw his destination. The only fortified location in the valley. The building had once been a palace but after being through what he could only assume had been several armed conflicts...it looked more like a fortress now. Pocked in bullet holes and mortar strikes, it'd been reinforced with sheet steel and girders to support the walls. Men patrolled the outer perimeter, the walls, and Baelian assumed, the interior.

One of his men piped up over his audio..informing him of a potential hole in the patrols, leading to a entrance on the western approach.

With a confident smile, he ghosted his way among the walls and defenses,spotting the hole. One of the guards was currently smoking and playing on his cell phone. The audio piped in again, stating there was no clear shot that would ensure a clean kill. Baelian brought up his rifle upon his approach towards the man...his back to the approaching soldier.

Unlike what is portrayed in television...silencers are effective...but only just so. It still makes a noise, and Baelian didn't want to take a chance. When he got close enough, he slid his kabar from his belt. When he grabbed the man, he did so through his gun arm..and clamped down on his mouth..his off hand cramming the blade into the man's throat and shearing through it. The entire ordeal took less than a few seconds...and the man died in silence.

Dragging the body and hiding it in a set of bushes. Finally, he made his way into the fortress. The halls were alive with men in rooms, discussing things in muffled tones. Baelian trailed silently through halls, only stopping and ducking behind furniture when it seemed one of the tangos needed to use the toilet, and the other had to use the kitchen.

The VIP was in a central room on the second floor, considered a hardened room. Normally, the military would drop a bomb on the place and call it a day...but on this occasion, they required a confirmed kill.

Making his way up the steps, he had the door of the room in sight when his audio squawked once more. Followed by alarms being raised in the building.

"They made us! Rogue patrol on the eastern perimeter. Rolling southerly towards evac, blowing the payload once we get there.. Spear one, get out of there!"

Baelian cursed...hearing men thundering to their feet downstairs. Spear one was his tag..but getting out of here was not going to happen by any degree of ease. If he was going to make a move, it'd have to be now.

Running at full speed, Baelian smashed into the door with rifle in hand. Three men in the room looked bewildered and in the process of loading their rifles, one of them being the VIP. They didn't get a chance to even let out a full yell before they were killed with a staccato of assault rifle fire. The VIP rose his AK and let off a quick burst, managing to clip him as the soldier crashed into him.

They tangled for a moment, sending rounds wildly around the room. Baelian fought him for control, before hammering him in the face with the gun itself. The stunned VIP looked dazed...but Baelian didn't have time to play around. Grabbing the man into hostage hold, he placed the muzzle of his pistol against the bottom of the man's chin and in his other hand, hugged the man tightly with a pin pulled grenade clutched in his hand.

Men thundered into the room all bearing rifles and screaming at him to disarm...but faltering at the sight of their leader gripped with a pistol readied to kill him and a grenade to make sure the job was done right.

Baelian's nerves were through the roof...his audio squawked once more...his men, screaming and firing...two men were down....one was wounded, and the rest were trying to get to safety.. "We're blowing the dumps...Spear 1 get clear!"

Baelian tried to orient himself in the room...the blast was going to be big..he'd need to chance that this room was strong enough to take the blow. The men were closing in on the two of them...Baelian moved to the corner of the room...they'd rush him soon. Try to wrestle the grenade and the firearm from him before he could fire...and then they'd try to take him alive.

"Fuck-"

He was going to say "Fuck this" and just drop the grenade...but the explosion that rocked the building took his literal breath away.

Baelian woke up to the whine from the blast, coursing through his ears...he could feel blood wet his ears...and his nose..everything was tinny. Attempting to wipe the soot and dust from his eyes met the feel of cold metal...realizing he'd just let the stick off the grenade...he pitched it from himself and into the hall.

There was rubble and dust...the cries of men resounding around him...and through the haze..he could see some standing once more..with rifles in hand. He was hold a corpse now...the man taking the brunt of the rubble smashing into them.

Knowing full well his time was almost up, Baelian searched for some means of defense...his pistol was gone..likely under quite a bit of rock...his rifle was lost in the tangle with the leader...

His heartbeat was in his ears...thundering madly in his chest...he was going to die here. Pulling his knife from his belt...he let out a cry, biding them forward.

But that cry left his lips in a roar...the lights out and the cries of men echoing in the halls were dwarfed by the bestial roar that shook the men in the room. The shredding of clothing...bones breaking...and then a blood curling howl.

Gunfire and screams echoed off the walls of the valley that night.

Baelian woke up amidst the haze of what looked like a battle..the ammo dumps explosion had caused one hell of a fire....men were littered throughout the valley...savaged and torn to shreds. Some died from the explosion, some died from the fire, others...by something else. Covered in blood and grime...Baelian hacked up something that looked akin to fingers...and screamed. Luckily..there was no one alive to hear it.

It took three days of hiking to make it back to exfil. It was one day following his waking up when he heard the scream of raptors bombing the site from overhead...it was a comfort to know what happened there would be burned. He'd managed to salvage some gear from the corpses, some clothes, a little bit of food and his rucksack. The three days felt like a fog...images of what happened that night occasionally flashed into his vision. Ripping and tearing...the slaughter..eating...he'd become something other that night. A monster.

A nearby stream let him wash away his sins...all he wanted to do was get home.

On the third day, he closed in on the exfil point...what remained of his unit quick to grab him before he collapsed. He didn't even remember getting boarded onto the chopper before he passed out.

Following the events of Project White-out

Baelian Deveraux has been given an honorable discharge following his debrief. Psych Evaluations are unable to attain what occurred following the explosion of the ammo dumps.

Spear company has been put on medical until they can muster. Further investigations regarding what occurred at location alpha has been halted due to renewed forces populating the area. Area prior to re-population was sanitized with air-dropped payload.

End Report

Baelian returned home to his family not long after, given his discharge papers after he surprisingly cleared medical with very little damage to his person. His large family based in upstate New York welcomed him with open arms...though they certainly noted a marked change in him.

It was on the second night of his family reunion that he was called in to speak with his

his father's brother, a man he'd never met...his parents were there standing there quietly somewhat nervously.

It was then that it was all explained. His parents were apologetic...having been hopeful that since he hadn't changed on his 16th birthday or the years that followed that he might not have to be apart of the real family business. At first he was confused...but was quickly quieted by his uncle...who told him the truth. His parents were Kinfolk...his family were made up of quite a few of them. He was a garou....as were a scant few among his extended family. About the Garou. The Shadowlords. And that he was a werewolf.

It took a great deal of convincing...and a little bit of coaxing...but when his uncle, a theurge...grew impatient and pulled him into the umbra. Baelian could no longer deny his own sight.

And from there it went...his training, learning the ways of the garou, and battle. It was a year before he was brought to a sept, and in that time...he'd continued his work with military forces. He was no longer active...but he could still use contacts among his old unit. Speaking with his family, there was suddenly a large pool of resources at his disposal. Forming the Dogs of War was a load of red tape, but thanks to family...it was worked through in short order.

Before long, Baelian was deep into garou culture. Earning his deed name through his connection to the element of ice...his form within the umbra literally emanating cold...the elemental spirits seeming to enjoy his presence. His previous military experience and natural abilities aided in his attacks upon the wyrm. Having a penchant for gathering packless and assaulting wyrm sites with brutal efficiency.

It wasn't long before his family was tapped regarded having him moved to a particularly troublesome area...that was in dire need of war gifted garou..

Baelian was moving to NYC.

Combat Tactics -

Dirty Fighting - Blinding, Low Blow

Special Maneuvers - Evasive Action, Leaping Rake, Hamstring

Pure Breed -

Baelian Draculesti, Sept Elder of the most progressive Sept in Spain

Andrei Draculesti, Theurge of a Phoenix Pack

Hideki Seijiro - Hakken - Lead an assault against a Hive of the Blooded Claw

Amoena Sanudo - Theurge that summoned an incarna (Accidentally)

Sasha Seijiro - Child to Hideki, battled a massive wyrm emanation in defense of a caern.

Ramon Vega - Died in defense of the Sept of Frozen Fangs.

Resources -

Mercenary Company

Stocks and Bonds

Kinfolk -

5x Combat Kinfolk

3x Financial Kinfolk

2x Business Management Kinfolk

Vehicles -

2020 Suburban

2019 GXSR

Gear -

AR-15, Kevlar Vest, Lt. Pistol, Semi-auto Shotgun, 4x Cell Phones, Holsters and Slings for the weapons, combat harness.

Property -

4 Flr Warehouse w/ Garage in Brooklyn