Name: Shelikhov Ratmir
Call Sign: Fox of the Frozen North
SES: KNIGHT OF REDEMPTION
Planet of Birth: Super Earth
Notable Campaigns: First Galactic War. Calypso Invasion, Battle for Super Earth, Campaign on Oshaune, Magma Worlds, Liberation of Penta, March on Cybeerstan...
Designated role: Whatever is needed
Motto: Honour First, Victory Follows
Ratmir — Fox of the Frozen North
Born in 2027 among the snowfields of the Slavic Lands on Super Earth, Ratmir grew up in the shadow of a broken world. While others rebuilt in comfort, he read about knights — not the propaganda kind, but the real ones. Men who stood their ground because someone had to. He adopted their code as his own: honour above comfort, duty above survival.
At seventeen, he told the recruitment officer he was eighteen. The officer stamped the paper without looking up. He hit the front lines of the First Galactic War still practically a boy, and left them something else entirely. For decades of hellfire — Bug nests, Automaton steel — Ratmir marched with his honour intact. When the war ended, Super Earth put him in cryo. A weapon too good to waste, too worn to keep awake.
On the 6th of May 2185, they woke him. The Illuminate had come, pouring through the Meridian Wormhole. He was green again. But his honour wasn't. He strapped in anyway, and one hundred and forty levels later, every Squid, Bug, and machine has learned the Fox of the North doesn't quit.
It was honour that led him further still — into the Templars. Crusade after crusade proved it the right choice; here were warriors who understood duty meant nothing without honour behind it. In the Vanguard Division he found his hardest test — heavy duty, harsher losses, missions where no one would've blamed him for pulling back. He never did.
They did not forget it. Shelikhov was named Talon Leader of the 1st Assault Company, Winged Vanguard Division — honour earned the only way it truly is: through trust.
Honour First, Victory Follows
Born in 2027 among the snowfields of the Slavic Lands on Super Earth, Pisuh grew up in the shadow of a broken world. While others rebuilt in comfort, he read about knights — not the propaganda kind, but the real ones. Men who stood their ground because someone had to. He adopted their code as his own: honour above comfort, duty above survival.
At seventeen, he told the recruitment officer he was eighteen. The officer stamped the paper without looking up. He hit the front lines of the First Galactic War still practically a boy, and left them something else entirely. For decades of hellfire — Bug nests, Automaton steel — Pisuh marched with his honour intact. When the war ended, Super Earth put him in cryo. A weapon too good to waste, too worn to keep awake.
On the 6th of May 2185, they woke him. The Illuminate had come, pouring through the Meridian Wormhole. Pisuh was green again. But his honour wasn't. He strapped in anyway, and one hundred and forty levels later, every Squid, Bug, and machine has learned the Fox of the North doesn't quit.
It was honour that led him further still — into the Templars. Crusade after crusade proved it the right choice; here were warriors who understood duty meant nothing without honour behind it. In the Vanguard Division he found his hardest test — heavy duty, harsher losses, missions where no one would've blamed him for pulling back. He never did.
They did not forget it. Pisuh was named Talon Leader of the 1st Assault Company, Winged Vanguard Division — honour earned the only way it truly is: through trust.
Honour First, Victory Follows
