𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙤𝙜 𝙃𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚...

"𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙚 𝙐𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪..."

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• 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑 𝙴𝚟𝚊𝚕
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𝖣𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋:
"𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍"

Name:
Sacha Aurélien Anatole Arceneaux
Alias:
"Hound"
Sex:
Male
Age:
Late 20s - Mid 30s
P/DOB:
05/04/XX - Sarajevo, Bosnia ? ( Reports Unconfirmed )
Eyes:
Grey-Blue-brown, centralized heterochromia
Hair:
Black, peppered with spots of ash
Height:
6'2"+ ( Reports Unconfirmed )

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Psych Eval

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Accessing File....
....Access Granted....
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Known Interests...[ Personal Interests ]
Likes:
> Beer
> Cigars
> Music ( Classical, Rock, Synth, Traditional, Punk )
> Animals
> Nature / outdoors
> Sports ( Rugby, Baseball, Hockey )
> Silence
> Woodcraft / Handcrafts / Arts
> Savory items / Spices
> Hunting
> Crocheting / Knitting
Dislikes:
> Politicians
> Officers
> Cities
> Dense Crowds
> Music ( Country, Jazz, Rap )
> Loud Mouths
> Spreadsheets...
> Sweets / Candy / Sugary Items
> Poaching
> People

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𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜

𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 / 𝖱6 / 𝙲𝙾𝙳 / 𝚁𝙴 / 𝚂𝙲𝙿 / 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 / 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗
Assessment Summary:
Sacha was born from something that was never meant to last and under a name now forgotten in every official sense.His father, a French Foreign Legionnaire stationed in Bosnia, had a relationship with a local woman. When Sacha was born, it drew attention. Quietly, without much explanation, his father was reassigned to the Middle East and never came back.All Sacha had left of him were a few photos and the men he served with. Some of them stayed around for a while, helping his mother, telling stories, filling in pieces where they could. Before they left, they gave Sacha one piece of advice:"Find the Legion when you’re ready."Life moved on. Bosnia to France, then to the United States. When he came of age, though, Sacha didn’t go to the Legion. He enlisted in the United States Marine Corps instead.He served two tours and did well, until things went wrong. Not one moment, but a series of bad decisions in a bad situation. There were talks of charges, things that never fully surfaced, but it was enough. He was discharged, career over without much explanation.So he deemed he was finally ready... For France. For The Legion.They took him in, no questions asked. Five years later, he left with a reputation and a name his comrades gave him:
Chien. Hound.Not for loyalty, but for how he worked. Once he was set on something, he didn’t stop.Now he works for whoever’s paying the most...

𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚘 - 𝖴𝖭𝖲𝖢 / 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒 / 𝖨𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 - 𝖦𝖣𝖠 / 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌

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