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|Character Role: INFILTRATOR|
Build: ATHLETIC, MUSCULAR
Sex and Orientation: MALE, BISEXUAL
Nicknames: MAD DOG.
Reputation: RAIDER, arms dealer, and smuggler of goods in and out of the cities. mass murderer, preying on Advents and resisting towns alike.
Quirks and oddities: ISRAELI (HEBREW) ACCENT subtle but pronounced when angry. sings when he thinks he's alone or when especially drunk. has an excellent baritone. can probably drink anyone under the table. cheats at cards, always.
Knack: KRAV MAGA SPECIALIST. especially deadly in hand to hand combat. may not be the largest or the strongest, but he knows exactly how to use what he has (often at arms reach) to maximum and lethal effect.
Of Croatian and Russian descent, he is a tall and broad framed man with a ropy but muscular physique. His features are ruddy and hard set, with pale green eyes that are often lost beneath the shadow of his brow or behind the squint of his eyes. Wind weathered and scarred with a gapped brow and crooked nose, the man's nearly forty, with it's toils and misery, has only toughened his hide.Personality:
Scrubbed raw by the unforgiving nature of this new reality, the man distrusts the honest and eschews all sentimentality. Acerbic and dry, his militaristic calm is frank and deceptively simple-minded. In most cases he is contentious and surprising sensitive to subtlety such that he appears both fair and diplomatic on the surface. However, his eyes betray his mercurial moods, which smolder patiently as a bed of coals.
Yariv is not known by his namesake for nothing. A dangerous and explosively violent man with a cruelty that takes no prisoners -- not even Yariv knows how much of it is necessary anymore and how much of it he actually enjoys.
He is characteristically enigmatic, and as if one is a cover for the other, he's forgotten the difference between a public and private face. More likely, the man has erected so many barriers between himself and the rest of the world that everything he presents is probably pretended. In better company, if that even exists anymore, he can be genuine and affable as if recalling a truer calling from before the Fall. Background:
Rumors have a way of telling their own tall tales, and Yariv does not say which are true and which are not. It is true that his group smuggles weapons, narcotics, and other goods. They also raid Advent depots and ambush poorly defended Advent convoys. They do not, however, attack resisting towns or murder civilians without good cause... normally.
In War and Peace and all things under the sun, the truth is murkier than one would like. The reason is simple: his group has its own priorities beyond the struggles of all the other survivors out in the no-man's-land, and Yariv will not tolerate anyone or anything getting in his way.
He is a "resistance" cell leader of the now defunct United Defense Force, a short-lived, multinational effort intended to resuscitate NATO following its catastrophic defeat on the Eurasian continent. The plan was to regroup in the United States where thousands were expected to arrive, but in the end only a paltry number survived the Eurasian withdrawal. Numbering fewer than two hundred and comprised mainly of rookies or conscripts, the remaining soldiers chose not to join the American forces in what they knew was a suicidal defense of New York City. Instead the soldiers consolidated materials and went to ground to begin a protracted resistance against the invaders.
Despite how lofty it began, over the years the soldiers' resistance effort diminished. Losses became heavy until attrition sounded the death keel for the UDF. Those that remained, like Yariv, had long ago made peace with the fact that the invaders were here to stay. For Yariv and the other die-hards, the only option was survival.
Yariv spent three years in the Israeli Defense Force, as would have been the requirement of his mandatory service. It is 2017 and he is just nineteen.
In the final hours of Tel Aviv, Yariv was aboard a C-17 en-route for Richmond, Virginia. His squad had been tasked with the protection of the plane. All of the soldiers green, they did not expect to find the military transport filled with cultural artifacts and artwork. It was not just that plane but others too, an insane inversion of expectations while millions in the city awaited annihilation. With horror he realized that that was why his squad had been sent there. They were expected to keep the civilians away, that rampage of people fleeing across the tarmac. He watched them chase after the plane as it left the runway. In his rage, he thought he should have stayed with them, but when the bombardments began and the city crumbled, he came to realize: why. Anything else:
He secretly has a young daughter, Rebecca, with the leader of a rival group. A poorly kept secret in fact, the situation is strained and an on again off again alliance forced. Likely this rival will absorb Yariv's group, and Yariv will not do anything to stop it. His attention is on his daughter and that is precisely what the rival leader expects.
I think he'd start out as a third party that is in possession of something that the new XCOM team needs. Much more of a criminal than he is an ex-soldier, he really couldn't give a damn about the cause (anymore at least). He'd take a bit of convincing to join the team, but deep down the man's hungry for retribution.