#arrik

Legion Profile of Arrik S'Pitsslp (that's easy for you to say), with art by Larry Stroman from Alien Legion No. 12, dated August 1989. The illustration was re-used on the back cover of Alien Legion No. 13, October 1989. Epic Comics | Marvel.

He takes a moment to consider his answer. Scratching the stubble on his chin, he'd been alive a long time and he'd learned that few things in life were irreplaceable.

"My will to go on."

Bourne: Silence it drives him mad

Arrik: Solitude now he's lived for 11 millennia and very rarely has spent any of it alone.

Jace: Darkness apart from the the wychsight he was gifted he's functionally blind and it terrifies him to be without sight again.

Bourne - Sir Alistair Hammerlock(Borderlands 1 & 2)

Arrik - The Drifter(High Plains Drifter)

Jace - Cort(The Quick and the Dead)

"This was a cautionary tale from old Terra, I heard it whispered by half crazed scholars who drove themselves mad learning all they could about the Age of Strife. The planet was ruled by the different tribes of Techno-Barbarians, entire clans of cyberneticslly enhanced berserker warriors whose only thrill came from fighting. They knew no fear and dying in battle was its own reward to them. But there was one thing that gave pause to even the most blood drunk and battle crazed of all the clans. A story, passed around in hushed tones around the late night fires. There was a tribe of warriors known as the Silent Ones a mysterious group of warriors that lived high in the mountains to the north. Anyone who ventured to their domain never returned and the few who faced them in battle were found viciously maimed and almost unrecognizable as human. Legend says that the mere sight of them caused madness in even the strongest of warriors. The tale spreads a word of warning 'Beware the Silence of the North for it brings not but horror and death.' Rumors circled calling them cannibals, dark sorcerers, monsters, and abominations but one man knew the truth. A captured warrior forced into slavery like most clan chiefs he was more metal then man but still man enough to know true fear. He had fought them once before and managed to live to tell about it with his mind intact. He made sure to spread the truth as best he could telling all of what he saw that day. The land around the mountains was always covered in fog, his clan brothers stood ready for battle preparing for a charge that never came. Standing in the swirling fog in the dead silence but nothing came they just stood their hearts beating with anticipation. Then it happened first one, then two, then too quickly to count his brothers were disappearing into the fog the only thing left were the echoes of their screams. He saw glimpses of the attacking force but nothing he could identify they leapt through the fog grabbing one or two warriors then disappearing back into it. The screams grew louder until they were cut off he suddenly realized he was all alone. Standing in the roiling fog and the silence of death then he was face to face with one. A grey skeletal form it looked to be some kind of metal, it's hands ended in five bladed fingers. Its eyes glowed a sickly green and it wore a cloak of human skin, stitched together from various victims. It made him sick with fear he dropped his sword and fell to his knees looking into its terrible eyes. Then turned and walked away disappearing into the fog leaving him there on his knees.