Raken has witnessed much in his time. Pain and suffering are as familiar to him as air and water; the moon or the sky in which it sits. To say he has seen conflict, war, is to say the shore has seen the ocean or the tide the wind. Through this lens of pain Raken has learned to view only the most critical elements of a situation and act decisively. Raken knows from decades of brutal experiences that precious little in one's life is truly salient. There exists for him only the goal and the means by which to attain it. All else is irrelevant.

Raken's experiences have been indelibly carved into his skin in an elaborate tapestry of scars. Every battle, every suffering, every torture, every victory, and every defeat; all are stories told in the flesh for the galaxy to see. Raken takes immense pride in this and rarely wears clothing of any kind save for a leather great-kilt. His flesh is his armor and that armor has seen battle far more than most. Brazen disdain for armor and a patch-work lattice of scarred muscle make for a most intimidating presence.

Raken does not tolerate weakness. Whether in himself or in others, he views weakness as the true death of men. As iniquitous and debilitating as any disease or virus, weakness destroys not just the body, but the mind and the will. Raken can smell weakness in others and will not abide it in any form. When found, he will do everything in his power to violently eradicate it from his presence.

Raken does not speak. Talk is cheap in an already flooded market of empty words and vows. Action is his currency. While others elaborately narrate what they will never do, Raken's hands drip with the blood and sweat of what has already been done.

In the crucible of warfare there is only victory. "Second" is a place for the dead. So it is through countless victories, training, and the school of success Raken has honed his skills in warfare. He is a battlefield product of unnatural selection. His experience and knowledge in this area are seldom rivaled. As one who has spent a lifetime enduring what most could not, Raken thrives off pain and misery to relentlessly push himself to evolve into a more effective killer.

Raken is utterly without remorse. He is devoid of forgiveness. In battle, sparing lives is not part of his calculus. Raken kills as the hurricane does. Without pity, indiscriminately, and with encompassing totality. There can be no hope of quarter. When facing him, expect no mercy.