Name: Pavel Kovalenko Status: Active Asset level: Tier 1 Race: Human Age: unknown do to counter-age surgery Height: 6'3 Profession: Soldier (task force 74) Affiliations: Clan Carid, Task Force 74, Imperium of man. Home world: Valhalla Equipment: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/140681428/0/0 Mandalorian Armor [spoiler] https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/43/98/5d/43985d3660b1923f935ed28193476949.jpg [/spoiler] Appearance: He is a tall, thin but muscular man. His facial features betray his Valhallan heritage, his brown eyes show an inner determination. His brown hair is buzzed as per regulation. Personality: to those who he considers outsiders he can be cold. He is blunt in his speech, while still trying to have some semblance of manners. He is loyal to his friends, but to him it is duty first. At the end of the day in a galaxy of chaos Gods, the necron, and psykers, he is just a man. He knows he will die and he knows it will probably be soon. He only wants to make a difference before he dies. Backstory: He grew up on Valhalla, an ice world in the imperium renowned for its stoicism and hatred of Orks. His adoptive father worked in a lemman Russ factory and his adoptive mother worked in the vats that grow the slime that the population sustains itself on. He joined the guard only recently, volunteering instead of being caught up in a tithe. Like most citizens of the imperium he regards the emperor as a god. For the guard only in death does duty end and those are words he lives by.