Майор Вихрь
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Whirlwind.
One of the most enigmatic members of the expedition. Not very sociable and reserved. Calm, but at the same time noble. A man with an exceptionally materialistic mindset, with a clear interest in natural sciences. He carries a carbine with him, as well as a book of unknown content, which he reads whenever he has the opportunity. From time to time, he makes some notes in it and possibly even writes something down.
Appearance is shown in the image in the attachment: :smile28:
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal