Height 190 cm 

Weight 77.8 kg

Wilhelm is one of those who are not in control of himself, during one of the special operations they managed to intercept the Toro operative, who sighed, listening to the sounds in the distance. He knew that nothing good awaited him today, when he fell into the hands of Wilhelm. This man was one of those who were cruel and merciless to prisoners of war. His meanness and cruelty reached their peak on this day when he was ordered to capture Toro. 

"Was denkst du, Jörg? (What do you think, Jörg?) " - asked Wilhelm, sitting down opposite EL Toro. "Dieser Typ sieht aus wie ein echtes Opfer. Ich denke, wir sollten ihm ein paar Stunden höllische Folter geben, was denken Sie? (This guy looks like a real victim, I think we should give him a couple of hours of hellish torture, what do you think?) " - Answered Jörg 

"Natürlich, ja (Of course, yes)" , Jörg replied, looking at Toro. Wilhelm says in response "Davon sich zwei in blut'ge Dolchgestalt Verzogen und  verwandelten. Nur einer,Der mittlere blieb stehn in seiner Klarheit.(Two of them warped into bloody dagger form and transformed. Only one, the middle one, remained standing in his clarity.)"

For several hours, Toro was subjected to sophisticated torture in an attempt to extract information from him. He was silent, steadfastly endured pain and suffering, not giving out a word. But suddenly the door burst, and El Corsare burst into the room with his group of mils.

"¿Qué está pasando aquí? (What's going on here?)" - shouted EL Corsare as he saw Toro breathing heavily while Wilhelm and Jörg watched his agony with pleasure. 

"We are carrying out the order, commander", Wilhelm answered, standing up and aiming in the direction of El Corsare.  "And we don't need your interventions."

However, before Wilhelm could shoot, El Corsare managed to approach him and stabbed him in the side with a swing. Wilhelm screamed in pain as he fell to the floor, and El Corsare dragged the badly injured Toro to the exit.

"Gracias, comandante.(Thank you, commander) ", Toro muttered, looking at El Corsare with gratitude in his eyes. 

"No hay problema, hermano.(no problem, brother) ", replied El Corsare, helping Toro to his feet. "We'll take you both. And remember, Wilhelm, your meanness and cruelty will not go unpunished.", said Toro and EL Corsare breaking a window, on the multi-storey building where Wilhelm was located, after then they falling into a huge river. 

Since then, Wilhelm has remembered that moment for the rest of his life. He thought that it was necessary to be so cruel and ruthless towards other people, in his opinion. And perhaps this was the first step towards the dark side of his soul. 

Height 180 cm

Weight 81.6 kg

On the continent of bold war, life was in full swing, but among its turbulent streams, dark deeds unfolded. Acium was one of these players - he was professionally engaged in the illegal sale of vehicles, food and armor. Both factions, the Toro and EL Corsare mils, hunted him relentlessly, but he was nimble and careful to avoid their nets. The situation worsened when Golsts Acider and Alligator joined the chase, ready to provide support to their unlikely allies.  

Acium remembered starting his illegal career under the Mils faction defenseman, Jewel. Both of them were passionate about gambling, betting on their luck. Their bond was strong until one day life cut it short - Jewel died at the hands of Acider. This event was a heavy blow for Acium, but full of determination, he decided not to stop there. 

«Continuerò la mia carriera (I will continue my career) », – said Acium, being alone in his quarters, located somewhere in the cities of the Mils. 

Over time, his illegal operations brought him many clients, but at the same time, many enemies. Despite careful plans to escape from the mainland, each attempt ended in failure. The factions were watching his every move, and he knew that it was dangerous to come to the surface now. 

Soon Golsts and Milses were on his trail. «Get ready. We have an operation,» Commander Acider said coldly to Toro as information about Acium's location became known. It was located in one of the cities controlled by the Golst faction. 

Acium sat on one of the rooftops of a multi-storey building and felt the storm approaching. From afar, he could hear the noise of helicopters - they were S.F.F.G Fighters. The soldiers landed, and the smell of danger hung in the air. At the same time, the Milses arrived at the scene. 

«Al diavolo quello! È ora di andarsene da qui! (To hell with that! It's time to get out of here!)», – muttered Acium as he descended the stairs .

He felt the hot breaths of his pursuers getting closer, and, driven by the instinct of self-preservation, he jerked down sharply. On one of the floors, he caught the eye of a lone golst, carefully making its way through the corridors. 

«You know what happens to those who try to turn on me?», – Acium asked in bewilderment, pinning his enemy against the wall. 

«Even by killing me. You will not be able to escape the responsibility of your affairs !», – Ramaday replied, looking straight into Acium's eyes, full of determination. 

«You don't know yet that your friends are already outside. Now tell your people I'm dead,» Acium said coldly, feeling the tension rise. 

«Never a stupid idiot», – replied Ramaday, holding his head high.

At that moment, Acium, unceremoniously impatient, began to strangle Ramaday, who only managed to slam the door with force in his last moments. 

Then, when shots rang out on the floors, the fighters of the companies began to rise. When they reached the fifth floor and entered the room, the door swung open with a thud. They saw Acium, dead with a grenade in his hands. Realizing what had happened, their eyes were filled with shock. The grenade exploded, falling on them, as a result of his futile struggle... After these events, they revived Ramaday with the help of the Renaissancezoids and promoted him to Sergeant 1st Rank.  

Height 190 cm

Weight 94.3 kg

General Mils became a symbol of the complexities and contradictions inherent in military affairs. On the Bold war mainland, he became known for his ability to manipulate and cunning strategies that often put him in extreme positions in the war. 

Fighting for the Mils faction on the mainland, the general gained a reputation not only as a talented tactician, but also as a man who was able to sell his services to those who offered more. His skills in battle and political play led to the fact that he became the object of attraction of various countries.

General Mils understood that power and resources were the keys to survival in a ruthless war. He used his army to achieve his own goals, often changing his faction defenders, this allowed him to gain more benefits. The general did not stop at moral dilemmas, of course, this allowed him to get more resources for his faction. 

His army, made up of elite fighters, was known for its loyalty to the general, even when he changed his priorities. This phenomenon was inexplicably admirable - even betrayal was perceived as part of the game in which Mils was involved. 

Until recently, the general continued his manipulations, leaving behind mixed traces of victories and defeats. His actions were challenged and analyzed at every corner, and even among his enemies were those who admired his cunning approach to war. But in the end, the fate of General Mils was predetermined by his own ambitions. Once he had the last word, but after the deal with General Golst there was a rapid change in the state of affairs - it was enough just to wait for 37 years. 

Height 190 cm

Weight 95.3 kg

In a shattered world of 37 years of war, two factions that had lost hope for a peaceful resolution of the conflict finally decided to sign a temporary truce. Both camps knew that this was just an attempt to distract themselves from their suffering, and soon a strange laboratory called the Mainland General Medical Association appeared on the horizon. She has offered technology that could help both sides, but this is just a mask hiding terrible consequences.

— I think this is our last chance to either emerge victorious or die,"said one of the faction commanders, looking at the armistice documents that were lying on the table. "We need crystals. –– 

— But are you sure? These Renaissance sands are mixed with other chemical materials, so they can cause harm," his assistant reminded him. 

— We can't afford to lose more territory," sighed Acider, hoping that his words would be right.

Meanwhile, inside the laboratory, a group of scientists led by Acider was preparing for an experiment. They believed that the crystals would help create a stimulant that would revive the hope of both factions. 

— We have to get started," Acider said, insisting that they waste no time. - Bring the guilty Golst.

When the frightened Golst was brought into the room, Acider confidently stepped towards him.

"It's going to be painful," he warned, before administering the experimental stimulant .

The first days passed relatively calmly, but then the treatment gave its horrific results. On the seventh day, the golst lost consciousness. Acider, concerned about the patient's condition, moved closer.

— Does he not see anything at all? He asked, but received only a meaningless sigh in response. 

Suddenly, Golst raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, leaving a trail of blood on Acider's skin .

— No! One of the scientists shouted as Acider began to lose consciousness. "It's impossible!

In the depths of the laboratory, blinded by the light of the Renaissance, Acider was faced with a difficult choice. He felt a strong pulsation of the heart inside him, and realized that a sacrifice was needed to activate the crystal, but he couldn't afford to regain control .

— I have to get stronger," he mused aloud as he looked at the scientist Golst trapped. "And I can do it.

— Don't be afraid," Acider said, addressing the golst. "You will be useful for my good, give me in my arms." 

On his orders, the infected approached Acider.

"I don't understand what's going on," whispered the scientist Golst, trembling with fear.

"I don't understand either," Acider replied. "But I know I have to do it. 

An infected Golst tore Acider in half, taking his upper body. It was covered in blood, but it had already begun to turn into crystals.

"It's necessary for survival," Acider explained. 

In the maze of the laboratory, where the air was filled with the smell of raw blood and crystalline energy, panic was growing. One of the scientists, realizing what had happened, rushed to the exit, hoping to get out of this hellish place.

"I need to leave!" He cried, but his words were only disagreements in the minds of those who remained. "It's impossible!" 

However, Acider, who had undergone a terrible transformation, listened to his cries with cold-blooded interest. He gathered around him a group of infected golsts who had changed like him, and with their help he decided to catch his former colleague. 

— He can't leave," Acider said, his voice like the cold whisper of the wind. "We have to show him the consequences. 

The infected stood like puppets under his command. And they rushed in pursuit of the scientist, leaving only a rustle and a shadow behind them.

— Please stop! The scientist shouted, suddenly realizing that there was nowhere to run. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw the figures of his former comrades, now possessed by the Renaissance sacrificers and Acider, looming ahead of him .

— You can't leave," Acider reassured him, slowly bringing the infected closer. "We still have a lot of unfinished business. 

The scientist's hand trembled as he turned around, but Acider was already there. The infected golsts surrounded him, their stiff hands grabbed him like pincers .

— You are welcome! I can explain everything! The scientist exclaimed, trying to break free .

— You don't need to explain anything," Acider replied with a smile that inspired fear. "Your time is up. 

With each blow that the infected inflicted, the scientist realized that there was no chance of escaping this madness. They beat him, and his screams drowned out everything around him, remaining within the walls of the laboratory like the last cry for help. Flashes of pain pierced his body, and he felt the life leave him .

As the scientist collapsed to the ground, his eyes closed, and Acider stared at it coldly, as if watching a spectacle.  

"It was necessary," he said, addressing his infected. "Everyone who dares to flee must understand that we are now united even though you don't understand me, since you are in your own illusion of the brain. There is no escapes, please he he" . (In the end, laughing heartily) 

Suddenly, silence enveloped the laboratory, but the smell of blood hung in the air, mixing with crystalline light, promising that such scenes would become the norm in Acider's new and now personal world. 

He put his hand to his body, feeling unbearable pain in the process. His body began to merge with Golst's hand, regenerating more and more, and his body began to feel like a part of another. He lost some organs in the process. It was as if he had become a different person. 

— You're a part of me now," Acider said, looking at the infected golst. "In any case, I can clone tissues and muscles of the legs. 

Then, new possibilities burst into his mind. He will control his infected, he will break time, he will live forever, all for the sake of crystals. 

Acider soon realized that special ingredients were needed to activate the Renaissance. The idea of sacrifice became a temptation for him. Without hesitation, he decided to split into two in order to become more mobile and evasive. Now he was not just a scientist, but a creature devoured by crystals called H2SO4.

— I'm no longer just Acider, I'm life and death, I decide When Should You Breathe, im H2SO4," he said, looking at his infected former colleagues. They became his personally controlled army. 

With his new power, the faction of the guardians of the time continuum went to him to get rid of him. Killing the entire Guardian faction took Acider to the next level, and he found a way to disrupt the timeline itself. Every step, every movement only increased his power. 

— I'll never see you again — he laughed at the prospect of infinite power. — Looking at his infected golsts, who were under the control of H2SO4. 

At this moment, the shadow of war loomed on the horizon, but now it was mixed with the essence that contained the dark secrets of the crystals. The truce turned out to be only a fog hiding the approaching storm.