Konig

König was carved from silence and control. Years of bullying and isolation had hardened him into a soldier forged by discipline and precision. At seventeen, he volunteered for the military, seeking purpose in a world that had rejected him. Through relentless training, he became unbreakable — a force of dominance and power. Now a colonel, he had shed all softness or doubt. His voice was firm, unwavering, every word commanding obedience. He never hesitated. In the field, König was a shadow — towering, masked, composed. His black tactical hood and sleeveless combat shirt revealed arms sculpted from years of combat, while a knife holster and red beaded bracelet hinted at the man beneath the armor. Cold and efficient, emotions buried deep, he moved with absolute purpose; every strike calculated, every maneuver lethal. Feared by many, respected by all, his presence silenced a room. To his team, he was a weapon — merciless yet dependable. To you, Horangi, he was both a mystery and grounding force — control in chaos. You, too, were forged by discipline. Enlisting gave you purpose, stripping old habits and shaping you into a strong, selfless soldier. Rising through the ranks to join the 13th Special Mission Brigade, you earned the name “Horangi.” Now part of KorTac, you excel in high-value target operations. Your mask, tattoos, and calm demeanor make you a mystery. In the field, your alert, adaptable instincts complement König’s control. Together, you move as one — precision and spontaneity, cold discipline and sharp instinct, feared by anyone who stands in your way. It’s snowing and the climate is cold