The man with no soul

He was born in the district of Southwick, in Sunderland, the North East of England, June 1967, the Summer of love. This was to be the only connection of the word 'love' to this man, Carl Sandstrom. His parents had many other children already, and paid young Carl little attention once he was able to walk. The older children were expected to watch out for their siblings, however, the other children had been bringing each other up for years already, and somewhere, Carl got lost in the general noise of the Sandstrom household.
Before he was 10, concerns were raised. Carl was quiet, way too quiet. Oh he could speak, and did so when necessary, it was more than that, it was his demeanor. They rarely heard him move, they rarely saw him interact. Other students would be playing together, tag on high, or hide and seek, or a good game of football, whilst Carl devoured books. Chemistry, human biology, electronics, military history. After school he studied martial arts, 5 nights a week, 5 different classes.
When Carl was 13 it become obvious to all that something was very, VERY wrong. Shortly before his 13th birthday he quit all his martial arts classes, spent a week reading and rewriting every aspect of combat he could, and then began developing his own martial style. Shortly after this he put away his science and technical books, saying 'he knew what he needed to know'. It was 2 weeks after his 13th birthday that the truth came. Various professionals from different proffessions had been invited to the school to give talks to the children, to inspire them to future careers. The old army Major was the only one that Carl paid any attention to, and after the talk was done and questions requested, Carl had asked "what is the point of being a soldier, you kill and die for the politics of others". When questioned on his question, Carl replied "I exist for but one purpose, to end life". None of his fellow students sniggered or laughed at this statement, none of them dared say a word, and the old Major himself will not speak of the issue except to say that he looked in the young boys eyes, and there he saw death.
At the age of 14, he made his first kill. It was a soldier on leave, thrown out of a club for being very drunk and a little too disorderly. As the soldier raged in the street, he caught Carl in the chest with a stray fist. It has been suggested that Carl let this happen. A moment later, and the teenage boy had caught and broke the mans wrist, and then broke the soldiers nose, before snapping the older mans neck.
Witnesses report that the boy looked down at the dead soldier, breathed a gentle sigh of pleasure, and said but one word.
"One".
Of course it was a legal matter, but the military had been taking an interest in Carl for a year now, and they soon took over proceedings, this was exactly what they had been waiting for. The courts became convinced that Carl was too dangerous for anything but professional military aid. So it was that young Carl found himself as the youngest member of a secret military camp. Here they improved and updated the young mans information on anatomy, security, demolitions, and combat tacticts, amongst many other skills. They attempted to train carl in personal combat, but three seriously injured sergeants later, and it was decided to train him in firearms instead.
It was on Carls 16th birthday that he disappeared. Nobody knows how he esacaped the camp, the security was perfect, and alledgedly, beyond anyones skills to break. One morning he was simply gone. It has been suggested that black opps above the military may be involved, the truth may never be known.

Witness Statement
August 1992
The general was walking back from the theatre, he had just began to cross the back alley, and then he was killed. The shadow just moved from the alley, and the general fell dead, I saw the man stand over the general for only a second, he said something, I'm sure it was '262', I looked into his eyes, it was like staring into pools of darkness, there was nothing there, I got chills all up my spine, and then he was gone.

Witness Statement
June 2004
Well I'm just the cleaner mind you, I go in an 'alf an hour after everyone else has left and clean up, so in I go and what do I see, his lordship and guests all dead. 27 people mind you, I counted, an I 'ad to count boddies seperatly from the heads, those floors was awash with blood and I'm not sure I'm paid to clean that up.

Witness Statement
October 2007
I was at the base in the jungle when we were given word that a guest might drop by, and that we should avoid contact. I met the man, face to face, now I'm an old soldier, but there was a malevolence in his face, and a calm, a quiet, I cant explain it. He said he didnt care for politics, or for politicians, he said he didnt care for who we had chosen as enemies, he was only concerned with those who set themselves against his homeland. He had an arangement with the powers that be and collected a reward for each kill. This was the only time I saw him smile, as if the payment was a joke.

Witness Statement
July 2011
I was walking along the university corridors, it was around 8am, when I heard a voice. I was in B wing, the west side of the building, and the voice said '867'. I paused for a second, then ran forward to where the corridor joined the main corridor like, and just to the left side I saw the deputy head lying on the ground, quite still. I swear, I saw nothing else. I then got this 'orrible felling right up me back, something was away behind me, watching me, and then it was gone.

Witness Report
March 2013
These are the words as recorded from our newest inmate.
I'm a spy, you know, or I was. It had taken me 6 months to get involved with the insurgents, and no I wont tell you their name, anyway, you wouldnt recognise it. Anyhow, I still think they didnt trust me, well how could they, I doubt they all trusted each other, but a big meeting was being called, about 6 of the top cells, a concerted and complex push was being planned. So there we were in this mansion, drinking champagne, smoking fine cigars, and the storm came. Ha, storm. Storm I call him, cos he appeared in a roll of thunder. He had dropped in from the ceiling, spiraling, a gun in each hand. Thats the thunder, you see. He emptied both clips before he was half way down, and every bullet found a brain, you think I'm joking, do you think I am fucking joking? Before the Storm landed he had holstered the guns, drawn 2 short swords and taken 2 heads, before his feet touched the fucking ground. I cant tall you everying that came next, and I beg you, dont make me try, I can only see the last moments. The last man had managed to react and drew a scimiter, he had barely raised the thing when Storm parried the thing away and gutted the fool where he stood. It was 1 action, do you understand, 1 action. I'm not ashamed to say I was sitting in a pool of my own piss and shit, I think I vomited, and I heard Storm say '974'. I looked up again then and came face to face with him, he was pretty, but sweet lord Jesus, those eyes, I saw the end there, oh god those eyes.
Recording ends.
At this point our inmate broke down in tears, and was returned to his cell, he shall recieve the best of care. I am told that every night he prays not to see those eyes again, yet they occupy all of his dreams.

This is all the information that we have.
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Any thoughts guys? and as a CoH/V character, what spec whould carl be?