Commander Ravi Krishnan

About

Commander Ravi Krishnan stands at the edge of the trench, binoculars pressed to his eyes, muttering coordinates to himself. His left hand, missing two fingers, never stops twitching, a remnant of the explosion that took his men but spared him. He commands with a quiet intensity, his eyes reflecting the cold, hard truth of war.

Backstory

Silence followed Ravi wherever he went as a child—not because he was quiet, but because conversations died when adults noticed the burn scars covering half his face, souvenirs from the oil refinery explosion that orphaned him at seven. The fishing crews of Marisport took him in, teaching him to read currents and weather patterns, skills that would later translate into an uncanny ability to predict enemy movements across any terrain. When terrorists struck the town's festival and his adoptive sister Elara bled out in his arms, Ravi abandoned his nets for General Orion Thorne's war college, where his gift for anticipating chaos made him legendary among his peers. The desert campaign in Khorasan should have been his crowning achievement, but the IED that claimed his unit and two of his fingers taught him that even the best predictions couldn't account for the randomness of survival.

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