Again one of my fanfiction OC's.
Nobody, even his comrades, know Vert's origins. Like most of the Ice Hand forces, he is certainly a traitor, but of which regiment remains unknown. Some say they notice his Valhallan accent, other - the outgoing jollyness and savageness of the Catachan fighters. His past also remains unknown of, and despite any questions, the grenadier proceeds to stay silent, jokingly saying that he, indeed, is a gift of the Gods, sent on the sinous earth to show the unrightful that they are mistaken.
Vert proved himself in numerous battles, combining both the talents of a good heavy weapons shooter and skills in mining and working with explosives. He likes to play with the imperials, testing their sense of honor by mining the dead or unconsious bodies of their comrades.
On the surface, Vert seems to posses an amiable and light-hearted attitude, always ready to taunt or joke. Howefer, his good mood turns 180 degrees around to reveal unsurpassable cruelty to captive enemies. Those, who end their lives in his hands, will see him smiling as he tortures the shit out of them. Vert never grasped the concept of mercy, and seeing someone's agony is what makes him laugh.
Now, I haven't colored the picture. Lazy me.