Fixing Previous (dumb) Bio
Name: Viktor Devlin
Place of birth: USA ( irish/russian descent)
Military background: Served as a security chief for a number of Important banks. I later joined the National guard where I was promoted to sergeant.
Worst thing witnessed in any previous battle before the xcom: Let's see, the worst thing before this operation was probably what got me involved in the first place.
I had enlisted about 7 years ago, I was engaged, she was the love of my life, it was perfect, but my fiance, Victoria, was always worried about me, that the bank might be robbed, or I might get hurt, and when I joined the military, she nearly had a fit. So, I joined the guard, as it was one of the less dangerous choices. I was stationed on base nearby, and and everything was going well. Until the attack that is.
I was on guard duty on the base a few days before my leave. When suddenly we were put on full alert, there was what had appeared to be a terrorist cell attacking manhattan, full blown too. This was huge, we were geared up, briefed on the intel they had (almost nothing) and shipped out, but nothing could have prepared us for what we were about to witness.
The aliens had attacked new york city.
It was horrifying, especially since my fiance, lived there, I was so worried about her, But I couldn't let that cloud my mind, I had to stick to the objective, we had to evac the civilians.
We crossed the brooklyn bridge, and our convoy separated into groups, each taking different areas of the city.
Our truck began it's sweep, going down out section of the city, keeping an eye out for any survivors or hostiles.
Suddenly, there was an explosion, one of the nearby buildings began to collapse, our convoy was going to be crushed! We swerved out of the way, but didn't make it in time, the truck rolled over into a storefront, I was knocked out.
The next thing I remember is waking up with the sounds of gun and plasma fire around me, I was being dragged behind a humvee for evac, I looked down, trying to get my head to stop spinning. I ripped off my helmet and noticed something fairly shocking, I was missing my right leg from the knee down. They later told me that it had been crushed under the truck, nothing left to save. There had been bodies all around me, both military, civilian, and alien.
Suddenly, I recognized the area, it hit me like a punch in the gut. This was Victoria's apartment block.
The firefight had died down, and so had nearly all of it's participants, I began to crawl my way over to the courtyard, leaving a trail of congealed blood from my missing leg.
My head still spinning from the blood loss and recent concussion made it take w hile, but I made it to the makeshift evac zone in the courtyard. I was surrounded by building on three sides, in middle of the u-shape of the building, smoke billowed against the night sky that shined through the gap in the building.
I searched for a sign of life, anything, then I saw her.
Victoria, slumped against a wall, scorch marks lined a gaping mass of where her left arm and part of her torso used to be. I broke down, crawling over to her, I put my arms around her lifeless form, a tear streamed down my blood and dirt encrusted face. This couldn't be happening, the love of my life, gone, and there was nothing i could have done. Helicopters buzzed overhead, probably looking for survivors, if I could find something to signal them with, I might make it out of here. A moment later, I noticed something digging into my side, something hard and plastic. Victoria was holding a flare gun, still clasped in her lifeless grip, It had seemed that even in death, she was still looking out for me. I opened the chamber, inside was a 12-gauge flare. I pointed it skyward, and pulled the trigger
Red light exploded out, and launched through the gap in the buildings, soon after, a the hum of a chopper approached, I let go of my fiance, said one final goodbye, and crawled out into the open. I saw a squad approaching, they loading me on to a stretcher and into the helicopter.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital, feeling like shit, but better than I had in the courtyard. Looking down at my feet, I saw that the doctors had taken the liberty of replacing my stump with a bionic replica, the metallic carbon fiber shone against the skin, a perfect functioning replica of my old one (think deus ex: human revolution).
So many emotions ran through my head, sadness, regret, loneliness, pain. But one trumped them all; anger. Those things, whatever they were, killed the thing that made life worth living for me, I would have revenge on them no matter the cost.
And that, my friends, is why I'm here today.
TL;DR: In national guard, manhattan attacked, foot blown off, fiance (love of his life) found dead, evac'd, has bionic leg and burning hatred for the aliens.
Weapon of choice: Shotgun/sniper rifle (preferably support/sniper class)
Additional background info: See above story.