Post by jaggardpowell on Dec 19, 2009 17:31:50 GMT -5
Name: Jaggard Powell
Nick Name: Jag / JP
Race: Superhuman
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Pitch black hair, usually short cut for convenience. Deep brown eyes, both dark and innocent. Jaggard stands at a little under 6 foot tall, lean but well toned and athletic. He usually opts for light but protective clothing - short leather jackets, military style boots and dark combat trousers or cargos.
Weapon: Using materials and tools salvaged from DIY stores, Jaggard has constructed a crude, but effective, double ended full metal spear, roughly 6 and a half foot in length, out of an assortment of bayonets, combat knives and light metal poles.
History: Born in the east end of London in an area rife with crime, there were never very many opportunities available to Jaggard growing up. He did well in school, when he wasn't skipping class or in trouble. Then, when Jaggard was just 15, his parents and family were murdered in a horrific and brutal attack that would leave Jaggard sullen, cold and angry. Authorities had no idea who - or what - was behind the attack that came late in the night whilst Jaggard was out of the house, no doubt up to no good. Every member of his immediate family was found either torn to shreds or utterly drained of blood. The murders were simply put down to unusually gothic gang activity. One way or another, the event made Jaggard determined to escape from his dead-end life on the streets, though for a young man whose only previous talent had been a kind of ruthless survival, he could only see one way of doing so…
As soon as he was able, Jaggard signed up for the military, joining the British Royal Marines Commandos. Jaggard impressed his comrades and superiors alike, signing up to several after-hours courses in various kinds of combat and sports teams, from Body Combat to Martial Arts and Archery to Athletics, Jaggard was doing everything he could, supposedly, to sharpen and better himself. When he had exhausted those, he even turned to mechanics, computer sciences, crafts… doing anything, in reality, just to pin back the anger and pain from his childhood, to keep his mind from wandering to the images that always seemed to linger in the shadows just behind his eyes.
Once noted by his superiors as apparently being a solider of exceptional calibre, Jaggard was drafted into the humans' operations to capture immortals on regular occasions and received multiple decorations during his service. The revelation of their existence reopened old wounds long since buried deep within him. Though he finally had some of the answers he needed to help him move past the events of his childhood, the cold, never-ending anger only seemed to get stronger and far worse. To exacerbate things further, Jaggard's involvement with the capture of immortals has, in some ways, meant that he would have personally contributed to the Superhuman project - something that he was, and in some ways still is, very much dead set against. Having joined one of the toughest military forces in the world, the idea of being able to create a superior force with a simple procedure was insulting to him.
After five years military service, Jaggard was given the opportunity to join the SAS. A few years into his career with them, Jaggard once again moved through the ranks picking up numerous merits and commendations as he went. Then, when the skirmishes between man and immortal began to escalate, the squad that Jaggard was assigned to was sent to help with the huge battle at Colgan Manor. His squad, all still normal humans at this point, got spilt apart and picked off. Jaggard himself was badly injured and had multiple bite wounds when another company of humans eventually found him. Although Jaggard was in no position to make any kind of decision for himself, being semi-comatose at the time, it was determined by his superiors that he was too valuable an asset to kill or let die. Against his will, he was given the Superhuman shot and found himself back on his feet within the next 24 hours. After surviving the rest of the battle, Jaggard returned to regular duties with the SAS, the majority of most preferring to remain as normal humans. This made Jaggard something of an outcast, even though he himself was somewhat ashamed of his new found condition, despite the huge and obvious advantages that it gave him.
But then, after seventeen more years of service with the SAS, Jaggard and his squad were shipped to New York following the signs of all hell getting ready to break loose. Everything happened so quickly from then, that by the time they arrived, it was already obviously too late to do any good. Living off of the land, utterly cut off from help and completely without hope, the rest of Jaggard's all too human squad didn't last too long. Ammo quickly ran dry, conditions deteriorated and even the battle hardened SAS men began to break. Now, alone, Jaggard still avoids humans for the most part. He'll usually jump in to help if he finds some in a tight spot, but he rarely sticks around long afterwards. Deep down, he still feels ashamed and embarrassed by what he is and would rather other humans didn't know. On top of that, since turning superhuman, species survival has become only a secondary object. Individual survival is his top priority.
- Extras-
Personality: Cold, in a way, but not so much an to be unsympathetic towards others. Jaggard's coldness comes from a kind of practicality and logic - a detachment from the more human side of himself maybe - but also because he is angry, angry at himself, the world, the immortals and at anyone else who happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A hot, furious anger would have burned him away long ago, so instead he feels a cold, calculating anger that only ceases in the hours between falling asleep and waking up. Jaggard suffers from a deep seated self-loathing, both at having been made a superhuman and at not originally being good enough to avoid the situation that led to him becoming one, though he tends to keep such feelings to himself. He does have a conscience of sorts, or at least a vague understanding that more living humans is generally a good thing but more than anything, Jaggard seems to just want to be left alone.
This self-absorption has had it's advantages; Jaggard has learnt that he can trust his own instincts almost implicitly and despite his calculated approach to life, still trusts his gut in most situations.
Quick witted, unnaturally focused and militarily refined, Jaggard can be a massive asset to any team that can convince him to stick around. Though his natural, trusted, instincts currently warn him against it in the long term.
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Nick Name: Jag / JP
Race: Superhuman
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Pitch black hair, usually short cut for convenience. Deep brown eyes, both dark and innocent. Jaggard stands at a little under 6 foot tall, lean but well toned and athletic. He usually opts for light but protective clothing - short leather jackets, military style boots and dark combat trousers or cargos.
Weapon: Using materials and tools salvaged from DIY stores, Jaggard has constructed a crude, but effective, double ended full metal spear, roughly 6 and a half foot in length, out of an assortment of bayonets, combat knives and light metal poles.
History: Born in the east end of London in an area rife with crime, there were never very many opportunities available to Jaggard growing up. He did well in school, when he wasn't skipping class or in trouble. Then, when Jaggard was just 15, his parents and family were murdered in a horrific and brutal attack that would leave Jaggard sullen, cold and angry. Authorities had no idea who - or what - was behind the attack that came late in the night whilst Jaggard was out of the house, no doubt up to no good. Every member of his immediate family was found either torn to shreds or utterly drained of blood. The murders were simply put down to unusually gothic gang activity. One way or another, the event made Jaggard determined to escape from his dead-end life on the streets, though for a young man whose only previous talent had been a kind of ruthless survival, he could only see one way of doing so…
As soon as he was able, Jaggard signed up for the military, joining the British Royal Marines Commandos. Jaggard impressed his comrades and superiors alike, signing up to several after-hours courses in various kinds of combat and sports teams, from Body Combat to Martial Arts and Archery to Athletics, Jaggard was doing everything he could, supposedly, to sharpen and better himself. When he had exhausted those, he even turned to mechanics, computer sciences, crafts… doing anything, in reality, just to pin back the anger and pain from his childhood, to keep his mind from wandering to the images that always seemed to linger in the shadows just behind his eyes.
Once noted by his superiors as apparently being a solider of exceptional calibre, Jaggard was drafted into the humans' operations to capture immortals on regular occasions and received multiple decorations during his service. The revelation of their existence reopened old wounds long since buried deep within him. Though he finally had some of the answers he needed to help him move past the events of his childhood, the cold, never-ending anger only seemed to get stronger and far worse. To exacerbate things further, Jaggard's involvement with the capture of immortals has, in some ways, meant that he would have personally contributed to the Superhuman project - something that he was, and in some ways still is, very much dead set against. Having joined one of the toughest military forces in the world, the idea of being able to create a superior force with a simple procedure was insulting to him.
After five years military service, Jaggard was given the opportunity to join the SAS. A few years into his career with them, Jaggard once again moved through the ranks picking up numerous merits and commendations as he went. Then, when the skirmishes between man and immortal began to escalate, the squad that Jaggard was assigned to was sent to help with the huge battle at Colgan Manor. His squad, all still normal humans at this point, got spilt apart and picked off. Jaggard himself was badly injured and had multiple bite wounds when another company of humans eventually found him. Although Jaggard was in no position to make any kind of decision for himself, being semi-comatose at the time, it was determined by his superiors that he was too valuable an asset to kill or let die. Against his will, he was given the Superhuman shot and found himself back on his feet within the next 24 hours. After surviving the rest of the battle, Jaggard returned to regular duties with the SAS, the majority of most preferring to remain as normal humans. This made Jaggard something of an outcast, even though he himself was somewhat ashamed of his new found condition, despite the huge and obvious advantages that it gave him.
But then, after seventeen more years of service with the SAS, Jaggard and his squad were shipped to New York following the signs of all hell getting ready to break loose. Everything happened so quickly from then, that by the time they arrived, it was already obviously too late to do any good. Living off of the land, utterly cut off from help and completely without hope, the rest of Jaggard's all too human squad didn't last too long. Ammo quickly ran dry, conditions deteriorated and even the battle hardened SAS men began to break. Now, alone, Jaggard still avoids humans for the most part. He'll usually jump in to help if he finds some in a tight spot, but he rarely sticks around long afterwards. Deep down, he still feels ashamed and embarrassed by what he is and would rather other humans didn't know. On top of that, since turning superhuman, species survival has become only a secondary object. Individual survival is his top priority.
- Extras-
Personality: Cold, in a way, but not so much an to be unsympathetic towards others. Jaggard's coldness comes from a kind of practicality and logic - a detachment from the more human side of himself maybe - but also because he is angry, angry at himself, the world, the immortals and at anyone else who happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A hot, furious anger would have burned him away long ago, so instead he feels a cold, calculating anger that only ceases in the hours between falling asleep and waking up. Jaggard suffers from a deep seated self-loathing, both at having been made a superhuman and at not originally being good enough to avoid the situation that led to him becoming one, though he tends to keep such feelings to himself. He does have a conscience of sorts, or at least a vague understanding that more living humans is generally a good thing but more than anything, Jaggard seems to just want to be left alone.
This self-absorption has had it's advantages; Jaggard has learnt that he can trust his own instincts almost implicitly and despite his calculated approach to life, still trusts his gut in most situations.
Quick witted, unnaturally focused and militarily refined, Jaggard can be a massive asset to any team that can convince him to stick around. Though his natural, trusted, instincts currently warn him against it in the long term.
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