Post by Jaeger D. Wheele on Jul 20, 2011 16:32:10 GMT -5
Jaeger D. Wheele
"So if you love me, let me go.
And run away before I know.
My heart is just too dark to care.
I can't destroy what isn't there. "
the basics,
»»character full name: Jaeger Dolphus Wheele
»»age: 28
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: Heterosexual
»»position: Wing Commander
»»race: Human
»»alliance: Government
»»weapons: Jaeger wields a set of crescent shaped blades he has called Sonata. Engraved with musical notation along the edge that catches blood and flows it along the grooves between each note. The notation is that from Mozart's Moonlight Sonata. Along the outer edge of these blades are a set of eyelets, through which piano wire, or a thin metal wire of some sort as long as it has a cutting capability, is laced. This wire then wraps around the handle of the blade and is hooked onto the insides of his jacket, allowing him to tighten the wire or loosen it with a simple jerking motion. Along with these blades he keeps a small set of scalpels, around four inches in length including handle. These blades have a hole at the tip of the handle and each also has a separate not also engraved into it.
Jaeger has not one, but several strategies on how to fight with this weapon, it's design featuring five set methods of inflicting the killing blow. Depending on the situation the weapon is capable of:
Hand to hand combat using the bladed edge for close range combat.
Strangulation using the wires when an assassination or the like is required.
Constriction of movement using the wires followed by using the crescent blades to strike.
Attaching his scalpels to the weapon and slipping them down the wire into a caught enemy.
Using the wires themselves to cut through enemies moving at high velocity as traps.
the appearance,
»»eyes: Brown
»»markings: Jaeger has carved the entire score to moonlight sonata on his body, the first note starting on the heel of his foot. The only place not marked is his face and neck. He also has a small scar from a fencing wound behind his ear.
»»height: 6ft2'
»»weight: Average.
»»general appearance: Jaeger is by no means a very physical person, his stamina, strength and agility are all around the basic level required to be allowed into military service. The most redeeming physical strength he has is his grip, years of practice have given him an amazing ability to clutch object, if the army opened up a baseball team he's definitely be the star catcher. Jaeger has a very quiet voice, slightly monotone until he laughs, in which case he lets out quite the girls giggle. His movements are slightly flamboyant, a subconscious attempt to detract from the fear his reputation instills. He has a lot of flexibility to him, especially in the arms and shoulders, his fingers are flexible enough for him to only bend the tip without moving any of the other knuckles, a trait useful in puppeteering.
What he lacks in physicality he makes up for with looks, a very long and straight face, roman nose, thin pallid lips and a skin tone that makes you wonder whether he's seen daylight in the last few years. This slightly effeminate charm to him makes him quite the ladies man, though he has no interest or awareness of this fact himself. His hair is just long enough to fall to his shoulders, poorly layered by he himself so that his fringe wont obscure his vision, a thick mop of dark brown that brings to life just how pale he truly is.
Jaegers clothing is very simplistic, when on base he is never seen in less than full military dress uniform, including the custom trench-coat that allows his weapon to be used most efficiently. Outside of work he wears plain clothes, dark colors, turtlenecks and cardigans, plain jeans. Not one for jewellery or fancy items, he doesn't stand out much at all when put in a crowd of people.
the personality,
»»likes: Classical music, Strategy games, Fine foods, Red Wine, Everything to be organized, Biting things/people, snow, rain.
»»dislikes: Loud noises, Children, Animals, Disorder, Public displays of affection, The dark, Hot days, windy days.
»»strengths: Determination; Jaeger will complete any task set in front of him, or will keep at it until he does. His ability to perform under pressure is how he judges his own self worth, failure is as good as dying to him.
Painless; Having done so much significant damage to his own body through his scarification exercises he has more or less killed his nerve endings. He has a scarily high pain tolerance and deems himself an almost holy being because of it.
»»weaknesses: Reality; He doesn't know the meaning of the word realistic. Unable to believe any task impossible he rushes into things with the determination to complete them but no means of doing so. His own headstrong nature and lack of understanding of the real world often leaves him bewildered.
Sadist; Curiosity only killed the cat because Jaeger didn't get to it first. His nature is to hurt things, to analyze them in pain. His sick sense of pleasure from these actions make him incapable of doing things in a logical fashion. He will often drag out a situation to the point that he overly endangers himself without need.
Fear; Jaeger is deathly scared of animals, literally the mere sight of one scares him into a near paralysis, this trait is also shared with a fear of loud noises, engines or thunder for instance.
»»secrets: He didn't start talking until he was 8 years old. He turned his parents and brother into manikins. He believes himself to be a holy being.
»»general personality:
The Servant;[/b] Jaeger believes his acts to be humanitarian in nature, every kill is not only for the pride of his title as a soldier, but to send another lost soul to it's rightful place. This confidence in himself and the belief that he is a prophet for human kind leaves him unfaltering in his every day actions, he is but a servant of a higher order in his own eyes. He is the type of man who unfaltering enters a situation with the knowledge that everything will work out.
The Child;[/b] Jaeger never truly grew up, his childhood and adulthood mixing in a way that has left him unable to think with real world experience. He was a quiet child and uses his authority to allow him to make up for the time he lost. Charmingly innocent about love and his own beauty, but not naive enough to trust anyone, a mixture of the child like exuberance he exerts everyday and the harshness in his past making him know where the lines between responsibility and fun lie. A man who is always smiling, be it coyly with mischief or with a giant grin when watching the clouds passing by.
The Wanderer[/b] Jaeger never over thinks a situation, seriousness is something he has not got time for, the lack of pain as well as the constant desire for knowledge that fills him makes him oblivious to others suffering. Even his own emotional pain is easily forgotten when something sparks his child like curiosity. This leaves him able to travel the world without ever worrying about what he might leave behind or loose along the way, since he didn't have much to begin with anyway his nature is to be unselfish. Though it is the unselfishness of a child, willing to let you play with their toys but not keep them.
the history,
»»mother: Adelaide Wheele (Deceased)
»»father: Dieter Wheele (Deceased)
»»siblings: Wolfgang Wheele (Deceased)
»»others: N/A
»»background:
The Problematic Child;
The second child is always judged by the accolades of the elder sibling. At least that was the way in the Wheele household. But with a brother who adapts to every situation and masters every skill desired of him where does the sniveling runt behind him end up? Alone. Viewed as a nuisance by his brother, Wolfgang, named after the composer which would be loved by the boy stood in his shadow. By his parents his performance as a child deemed less than satisfactory, poor little Jaeger learned quickly that without results there is little point in trying. By the time he was out of the toddler stages he had lost the skill to speak, or had never gained it to be more accurate, his words trapped deep inside his mind, an emotionless and inexpressive shell that bared little similarity to a human. When compared to other children his age he was always somehow inferior, be it the blatant issue of his linguistic skills or his small stature at that age, there was always something to put him on lower standing than his peers. However, even though he was nowhere near as skilled as his elder brother he had a talent for music. Learning to play the piano first, even composing by the age of 7. Then he turned to the violin, though he never truly mastered the instrument.
Jaeger's passion for music came to him around this time. After being in a playground with the boys his age they had decided to torture him for not speaking. Three boys took him outside the grounds and tied him to a tree. After thirty minutes of being whipped with a branch similar to that of a birch tree, and a few shots to the face, resulting in him losing consciousness, he was left naked and beaten for 5 hours before being found. To Jaeger this wasn't something new and since he never expressed the pain of the acts no-one cared. There he was, sat in a teachers office, when he heard someone playing the moonlight sonata by Mozart in the building next door. He fell in love with the sounds instantly. From then on he put all his effort into playing, not just learning.
At his eighth birthday party his parents had arranged a party, inviting their friends since he had none. It started with a lighthearted performance by Jaeger, followed by his brother, completely crushing Jaeger's happiness as his siblings talents were displayed before him to be compared. After this there were several other acts until the last performer arrived. A Greasy young man with stubble and clothes that made him look like he'd be dragged off the street and simply thrown in the hall they held the performances in. His routine was simple, but elegant. A puppeteer by trade, swan lake performed with dolls on strings. It captivated Jaeger's mind, and for the first time he spoke, quietly whispering to the man after the show a timid "Thank you."
The Boy Puppeteer;[/b]
Jaeger immediately requested from his parents that they give him the training to use puppets in the same fashion the performer had, stunned by his upfront approach to the request they granted it as well. Unfortunately with children like Jaeger obsession is something that easily occurs when there is passion. The bullying never ceased, if anything it increased ten fold when he began playing with "dolls" as people put it. But to Jaeger they were friends, companions with no ill will or self thought that could oppress him. It was from that concept that he began to believe the world would be a better place if all humans were turned into puppets for him to play with. Jaeger began to see strings attached to people, marionettes dancing along the streets where pedestrians once roamed.
He even deceived himself into believing his family dead. A fire had claimed their house and they were now living in something of a summer home instead. It was during this fire that some of his puppets were destroyed, snapping his already fragile understanding of reality. Inside his room, clinging to the dolls, watching his world burn to ash around him, fantasy was simply the best choice for him.
Believing his life gone he locked himself into his new bedroom, refusing to leave it. In his mind he had been taken by doctors, when he lay in bed he envisioned straps restraining him, when he sat in the corner with his puppets he thought himself locked in a padded cell, straight-jacket and all. It wasn't until he turned 14 that he finally came back to the real world from this illusion, 4 years had gone by not knowing the world outside his bedroom door existed. Unable to understand what had happened he was horrified to see his family still alive, his brother more successful than ever before. He took a knife from the kitchen and butchered them that very night under the guise of making a midnight snack. How he went about their demise he no longer remembers, only the feeling of relief of having made the balance between his fantasy and his reality right again. They were also to become his prized puppets, that evening if you were to walk past the Wheele residence you would see a young man doused in blood controlling his own family to dance to the very swan lake he had seen before.
The Armies Dog;[/b]
Coincidentally at the time of the murders the army was running a small project called Thesis. Taking those of a certain mentality and training them to be human shields for elite troops to crush the pirates that got in their way. A full scale battle was predicted and Jaeger was anticipated to be a good choice for a decoy. Strapped with the lightest armor and only a small blade he was dropped into a high pressure combat zone. A forest, lush with greens that made his military uniform obvious to even the laziest of eyes. He was there for two weeks, during which time the army had succeeded in obtaining the strategic points needed to force a retreat on the enemy side. The losses were heavy, so it is easy to imagine their surprise when during a reconnaissance check they found Jaeger alive. Deep within the undergrowth he hid, piles of corpses strewn in a path to his position. He had survived by attaching strings to the trees, using wooden spears and a natural penchant for traps to evade detection and kill the enemy before they ever knew he existed.
Immediately he was promoted, given a commissioned rank and a medal for services for aiding the army. To Jaeger it was a first, praise for something he had done for himself. He had killed tens of people and was being told that he had done well. It was enough to alter his opinion on war completely. Each and every day he practiced with his weapons, at that time a commando dagger and his wire traps, the example he set with his dedication was enough to alienate him from fellow troops but also made him a brilliant soldier. He gave his every waking moment to either his puppets, music or pursuing ways to kill in battle.
Jaeger turned 20, now in a senior position and given the title of Flight Lieutenant. His accolades in battle were that of a monster, rumors had him drinking the blood of his victims, molesting the corpses and taking their knuckles as trophies which he would use to make manikins of human bone. None were true, he never needed a trophy and bone is a horrible material for puppets. For him the completion of a mission and being told he had done well was enough. However, that was to change for the worse when his next major conflict would arrive.
His orders were simple, destroy the pirate encampment, leave no witness'. An order he had followed many times. First came infiltration, easily accomplished with a few lies strewn together from his overactive imagination about hating the army, having no home, nowhere to turn. The pirates were sympathetic with him, more fool on them. The first night was re-con, the layout of the camp, reporting to HQ, general strategic objectives. After that came the method in which to destroy the camp. The original idea was to burn it down and cut down the enemy as they tried to flee. Jaeger however believed that killing them all without the need to destroy evidence of their piracy would gain him further respect as a viscous hound of the military. The second night, sat around the camps fire with his new 'comrades' he regaled stories of his childhood, the truth that is. They sat in awe as he told them of his days trapped in his own world, a small room where he found everything he ever needed was at hand, he even went as far as claiming he saw the gods and met them. And once the story was over he sat very calmly, his lips poised to deliver a crushing blow to his audience. He took a sip of coffee, dunked a piece of stale roll into his broth like soup, took one bite and spat out the words as he chewed. "And that's why I'm here to kill you all."
Without having time to swallow he threw a knife forward, striking a young man in the eye before jumping to his feet and using his hidden armaments to take down the others. He slammed his fist into his chest, indigestion was quite annoying at a time like that. The men dealt with he took to off to the dining quarters, the temporary sleeping arrangements, the bathing areas and all the crevices he could find life in. Each room was covered in crimson fluid, truly he adorned the visage of a creature from a horror movie, hacking down women and children without second thought. True enough his actions were seen in high esteem, the danger he faced to preserve evidence that they had done wrong against the government was enough to earn him the title of Wing Commander.
The Instrument Of Pain;[/b]
After receiving his promotion to Wing Commander Jaeger took leave for three weeks, deciding that with the new responsibilities he would need to power up somewhat. Not only his physical strength but his mental and emotional durability as well. Wing Commander, overseeing squad commanders with an iron fist, evaluating primes candidates for promotion, an important duty for anyone, whether he could handle that position with his current mental state bothered him. Thus he decided to take time contemplating whether to accept the move to the higher rank or request to retain his old status. Whilst mulling over his affairs he met a young girl named Asah, a barmaid at a tavern he frequented during his free time. Jaeger had no interest in romance, nor did he have any worldly desires toward this woman, it was more a factor of enjoying her company than anything else. She showed an interest in Jaeger when they first met, him playing the piano in a dark corner of the bar whilst the patrons went about their way. The thing with Jaeger was that no-one dared applaud his playing even if he were amazing, for if they did one day and failed to do so the next time he would likely snap from the pressure of believing him performance had worsened. However, every-time he played Asah would applaud without fail, she would bring him a glass of wine and sit next to him on the stool as he struck each note. In her he saw his own passion for music, a relationship he had never known and had ever less understanding about.
At the end of his leave she requested they become lovers, Jaeger refused her, stating that he is incapable of mortal love and that his heart lie with the music, not her. The girl broke down, seemingly she had suffered somewhat in her own life and had mistook his actions for that of affection. Four months into his new post, after deciding to accept the job, he returned to the bar to find she had killed herself soon after he left. Jaeger, not the type to react to such inconsequential things, simply walked past the bartender and took his seat at the piano, on the side of the stool as though she were still there beside him. It wasn't until several days later that a new patron told him about his attitude that night. He had been sat at the piano playing his usual play-list of songs, singing poorly along with them too, when he had stopped, sipped his wine, and started to cry lightly, all the time stroking the notes as if making love to the beads of sound they produced. Jaeger obviously denied any such happenings and struck the man down, the army had seemed to accept he would kill if he liked to and instead made a contingency to cover for his actions. whether that was through fear or the thought he had potential he never contemplated.
The Dreaming Man;[/b]
Jaeger found his new duties quite easy to adapt to, of course as with any new position he was a bit useless at the start. Though once he found his footing as a Wing Commander he seemed perfect for the position, his combative duties were less frequent, which suited the armies cause more so than his own. Jaeger then turned 25, time flew past him almost too quickly, the death toll continued climbing, life simply stumbled on in it's own way without much happening of interest for him. His obsessions remained to isolate him from those around him, becoming known as the man that slaughtered his way up the ranks didn't affect him either. As long as he had his music and his dolls he was fine to live in a world that had no understanding of him, that was until he failed to gain his next promotion. How could a man so close to being a holy creature be overlooked? Were they scared of giving him too much power? Jaeger simply didn't understand what he had done wrong. With that he began to lose his grip on reality once more, believing himself not only a holy being, but a prophet. He told himself that humanity was never meant to exist, that we were all in-fact ephemeral energies trapped inside manikins. He believed that they were originally intended to be somewhere else, on another plane, but had gotten lost. He decided it was his duty to lead the pitiful souls to their rightful place, and more importantly to find those who claim to be 'gods' and make them pay for making the mistake that lead humans to their sorry state or mortality.
the player,
»»alias: Grgur
»»age: 20
»»contact: PM
»»rp sample:
Password: ~Admin Edit~
How did you find us?: Admin
"So if you love me, let me go.
And run away before I know.
My heart is just too dark to care.
I can't destroy what isn't there. "
the basics,
»»character full name: Jaeger Dolphus Wheele
»»age: 28
»»gender: Male
»»sexual orientation: Heterosexual
»»position: Wing Commander
»»race: Human
»»alliance: Government
»»weapons: Jaeger wields a set of crescent shaped blades he has called Sonata. Engraved with musical notation along the edge that catches blood and flows it along the grooves between each note. The notation is that from Mozart's Moonlight Sonata. Along the outer edge of these blades are a set of eyelets, through which piano wire, or a thin metal wire of some sort as long as it has a cutting capability, is laced. This wire then wraps around the handle of the blade and is hooked onto the insides of his jacket, allowing him to tighten the wire or loosen it with a simple jerking motion. Along with these blades he keeps a small set of scalpels, around four inches in length including handle. These blades have a hole at the tip of the handle and each also has a separate not also engraved into it.
Jaeger has not one, but several strategies on how to fight with this weapon, it's design featuring five set methods of inflicting the killing blow. Depending on the situation the weapon is capable of:
Hand to hand combat using the bladed edge for close range combat.
Strangulation using the wires when an assassination or the like is required.
Constriction of movement using the wires followed by using the crescent blades to strike.
Attaching his scalpels to the weapon and slipping them down the wire into a caught enemy.
Using the wires themselves to cut through enemies moving at high velocity as traps.
the appearance,
»»eyes: Brown
»»markings: Jaeger has carved the entire score to moonlight sonata on his body, the first note starting on the heel of his foot. The only place not marked is his face and neck. He also has a small scar from a fencing wound behind his ear.
»»height: 6ft2'
»»weight: Average.
»»general appearance: Jaeger is by no means a very physical person, his stamina, strength and agility are all around the basic level required to be allowed into military service. The most redeeming physical strength he has is his grip, years of practice have given him an amazing ability to clutch object, if the army opened up a baseball team he's definitely be the star catcher. Jaeger has a very quiet voice, slightly monotone until he laughs, in which case he lets out quite the girls giggle. His movements are slightly flamboyant, a subconscious attempt to detract from the fear his reputation instills. He has a lot of flexibility to him, especially in the arms and shoulders, his fingers are flexible enough for him to only bend the tip without moving any of the other knuckles, a trait useful in puppeteering.
What he lacks in physicality he makes up for with looks, a very long and straight face, roman nose, thin pallid lips and a skin tone that makes you wonder whether he's seen daylight in the last few years. This slightly effeminate charm to him makes him quite the ladies man, though he has no interest or awareness of this fact himself. His hair is just long enough to fall to his shoulders, poorly layered by he himself so that his fringe wont obscure his vision, a thick mop of dark brown that brings to life just how pale he truly is.
Jaegers clothing is very simplistic, when on base he is never seen in less than full military dress uniform, including the custom trench-coat that allows his weapon to be used most efficiently. Outside of work he wears plain clothes, dark colors, turtlenecks and cardigans, plain jeans. Not one for jewellery or fancy items, he doesn't stand out much at all when put in a crowd of people.
the personality,
»»likes: Classical music, Strategy games, Fine foods, Red Wine, Everything to be organized, Biting things/people, snow, rain.
»»dislikes: Loud noises, Children, Animals, Disorder, Public displays of affection, The dark, Hot days, windy days.
»»strengths: Determination; Jaeger will complete any task set in front of him, or will keep at it until he does. His ability to perform under pressure is how he judges his own self worth, failure is as good as dying to him.
Painless; Having done so much significant damage to his own body through his scarification exercises he has more or less killed his nerve endings. He has a scarily high pain tolerance and deems himself an almost holy being because of it.
»»weaknesses: Reality; He doesn't know the meaning of the word realistic. Unable to believe any task impossible he rushes into things with the determination to complete them but no means of doing so. His own headstrong nature and lack of understanding of the real world often leaves him bewildered.
Sadist; Curiosity only killed the cat because Jaeger didn't get to it first. His nature is to hurt things, to analyze them in pain. His sick sense of pleasure from these actions make him incapable of doing things in a logical fashion. He will often drag out a situation to the point that he overly endangers himself without need.
Fear; Jaeger is deathly scared of animals, literally the mere sight of one scares him into a near paralysis, this trait is also shared with a fear of loud noises, engines or thunder for instance.
»»secrets: He didn't start talking until he was 8 years old. He turned his parents and brother into manikins. He believes himself to be a holy being.
»»general personality:
The Servant;[/b] Jaeger believes his acts to be humanitarian in nature, every kill is not only for the pride of his title as a soldier, but to send another lost soul to it's rightful place. This confidence in himself and the belief that he is a prophet for human kind leaves him unfaltering in his every day actions, he is but a servant of a higher order in his own eyes. He is the type of man who unfaltering enters a situation with the knowledge that everything will work out.
The Child;[/b] Jaeger never truly grew up, his childhood and adulthood mixing in a way that has left him unable to think with real world experience. He was a quiet child and uses his authority to allow him to make up for the time he lost. Charmingly innocent about love and his own beauty, but not naive enough to trust anyone, a mixture of the child like exuberance he exerts everyday and the harshness in his past making him know where the lines between responsibility and fun lie. A man who is always smiling, be it coyly with mischief or with a giant grin when watching the clouds passing by.
The Wanderer[/b] Jaeger never over thinks a situation, seriousness is something he has not got time for, the lack of pain as well as the constant desire for knowledge that fills him makes him oblivious to others suffering. Even his own emotional pain is easily forgotten when something sparks his child like curiosity. This leaves him able to travel the world without ever worrying about what he might leave behind or loose along the way, since he didn't have much to begin with anyway his nature is to be unselfish. Though it is the unselfishness of a child, willing to let you play with their toys but not keep them.
the history,
»»mother: Adelaide Wheele (Deceased)
»»father: Dieter Wheele (Deceased)
»»siblings: Wolfgang Wheele (Deceased)
»»others: N/A
»»background:
The Problematic Child;
The second child is always judged by the accolades of the elder sibling. At least that was the way in the Wheele household. But with a brother who adapts to every situation and masters every skill desired of him where does the sniveling runt behind him end up? Alone. Viewed as a nuisance by his brother, Wolfgang, named after the composer which would be loved by the boy stood in his shadow. By his parents his performance as a child deemed less than satisfactory, poor little Jaeger learned quickly that without results there is little point in trying. By the time he was out of the toddler stages he had lost the skill to speak, or had never gained it to be more accurate, his words trapped deep inside his mind, an emotionless and inexpressive shell that bared little similarity to a human. When compared to other children his age he was always somehow inferior, be it the blatant issue of his linguistic skills or his small stature at that age, there was always something to put him on lower standing than his peers. However, even though he was nowhere near as skilled as his elder brother he had a talent for music. Learning to play the piano first, even composing by the age of 7. Then he turned to the violin, though he never truly mastered the instrument.
Jaeger's passion for music came to him around this time. After being in a playground with the boys his age they had decided to torture him for not speaking. Three boys took him outside the grounds and tied him to a tree. After thirty minutes of being whipped with a branch similar to that of a birch tree, and a few shots to the face, resulting in him losing consciousness, he was left naked and beaten for 5 hours before being found. To Jaeger this wasn't something new and since he never expressed the pain of the acts no-one cared. There he was, sat in a teachers office, when he heard someone playing the moonlight sonata by Mozart in the building next door. He fell in love with the sounds instantly. From then on he put all his effort into playing, not just learning.
At his eighth birthday party his parents had arranged a party, inviting their friends since he had none. It started with a lighthearted performance by Jaeger, followed by his brother, completely crushing Jaeger's happiness as his siblings talents were displayed before him to be compared. After this there were several other acts until the last performer arrived. A Greasy young man with stubble and clothes that made him look like he'd be dragged off the street and simply thrown in the hall they held the performances in. His routine was simple, but elegant. A puppeteer by trade, swan lake performed with dolls on strings. It captivated Jaeger's mind, and for the first time he spoke, quietly whispering to the man after the show a timid "Thank you."
The Boy Puppeteer;[/b]
Jaeger immediately requested from his parents that they give him the training to use puppets in the same fashion the performer had, stunned by his upfront approach to the request they granted it as well. Unfortunately with children like Jaeger obsession is something that easily occurs when there is passion. The bullying never ceased, if anything it increased ten fold when he began playing with "dolls" as people put it. But to Jaeger they were friends, companions with no ill will or self thought that could oppress him. It was from that concept that he began to believe the world would be a better place if all humans were turned into puppets for him to play with. Jaeger began to see strings attached to people, marionettes dancing along the streets where pedestrians once roamed.
He even deceived himself into believing his family dead. A fire had claimed their house and they were now living in something of a summer home instead. It was during this fire that some of his puppets were destroyed, snapping his already fragile understanding of reality. Inside his room, clinging to the dolls, watching his world burn to ash around him, fantasy was simply the best choice for him.
Believing his life gone he locked himself into his new bedroom, refusing to leave it. In his mind he had been taken by doctors, when he lay in bed he envisioned straps restraining him, when he sat in the corner with his puppets he thought himself locked in a padded cell, straight-jacket and all. It wasn't until he turned 14 that he finally came back to the real world from this illusion, 4 years had gone by not knowing the world outside his bedroom door existed. Unable to understand what had happened he was horrified to see his family still alive, his brother more successful than ever before. He took a knife from the kitchen and butchered them that very night under the guise of making a midnight snack. How he went about their demise he no longer remembers, only the feeling of relief of having made the balance between his fantasy and his reality right again. They were also to become his prized puppets, that evening if you were to walk past the Wheele residence you would see a young man doused in blood controlling his own family to dance to the very swan lake he had seen before.
The Armies Dog;[/b]
Coincidentally at the time of the murders the army was running a small project called Thesis. Taking those of a certain mentality and training them to be human shields for elite troops to crush the pirates that got in their way. A full scale battle was predicted and Jaeger was anticipated to be a good choice for a decoy. Strapped with the lightest armor and only a small blade he was dropped into a high pressure combat zone. A forest, lush with greens that made his military uniform obvious to even the laziest of eyes. He was there for two weeks, during which time the army had succeeded in obtaining the strategic points needed to force a retreat on the enemy side. The losses were heavy, so it is easy to imagine their surprise when during a reconnaissance check they found Jaeger alive. Deep within the undergrowth he hid, piles of corpses strewn in a path to his position. He had survived by attaching strings to the trees, using wooden spears and a natural penchant for traps to evade detection and kill the enemy before they ever knew he existed.
Immediately he was promoted, given a commissioned rank and a medal for services for aiding the army. To Jaeger it was a first, praise for something he had done for himself. He had killed tens of people and was being told that he had done well. It was enough to alter his opinion on war completely. Each and every day he practiced with his weapons, at that time a commando dagger and his wire traps, the example he set with his dedication was enough to alienate him from fellow troops but also made him a brilliant soldier. He gave his every waking moment to either his puppets, music or pursuing ways to kill in battle.
Jaeger turned 20, now in a senior position and given the title of Flight Lieutenant. His accolades in battle were that of a monster, rumors had him drinking the blood of his victims, molesting the corpses and taking their knuckles as trophies which he would use to make manikins of human bone. None were true, he never needed a trophy and bone is a horrible material for puppets. For him the completion of a mission and being told he had done well was enough. However, that was to change for the worse when his next major conflict would arrive.
His orders were simple, destroy the pirate encampment, leave no witness'. An order he had followed many times. First came infiltration, easily accomplished with a few lies strewn together from his overactive imagination about hating the army, having no home, nowhere to turn. The pirates were sympathetic with him, more fool on them. The first night was re-con, the layout of the camp, reporting to HQ, general strategic objectives. After that came the method in which to destroy the camp. The original idea was to burn it down and cut down the enemy as they tried to flee. Jaeger however believed that killing them all without the need to destroy evidence of their piracy would gain him further respect as a viscous hound of the military. The second night, sat around the camps fire with his new 'comrades' he regaled stories of his childhood, the truth that is. They sat in awe as he told them of his days trapped in his own world, a small room where he found everything he ever needed was at hand, he even went as far as claiming he saw the gods and met them. And once the story was over he sat very calmly, his lips poised to deliver a crushing blow to his audience. He took a sip of coffee, dunked a piece of stale roll into his broth like soup, took one bite and spat out the words as he chewed. "And that's why I'm here to kill you all."
Without having time to swallow he threw a knife forward, striking a young man in the eye before jumping to his feet and using his hidden armaments to take down the others. He slammed his fist into his chest, indigestion was quite annoying at a time like that. The men dealt with he took to off to the dining quarters, the temporary sleeping arrangements, the bathing areas and all the crevices he could find life in. Each room was covered in crimson fluid, truly he adorned the visage of a creature from a horror movie, hacking down women and children without second thought. True enough his actions were seen in high esteem, the danger he faced to preserve evidence that they had done wrong against the government was enough to earn him the title of Wing Commander.
The Instrument Of Pain;[/b]
After receiving his promotion to Wing Commander Jaeger took leave for three weeks, deciding that with the new responsibilities he would need to power up somewhat. Not only his physical strength but his mental and emotional durability as well. Wing Commander, overseeing squad commanders with an iron fist, evaluating primes candidates for promotion, an important duty for anyone, whether he could handle that position with his current mental state bothered him. Thus he decided to take time contemplating whether to accept the move to the higher rank or request to retain his old status. Whilst mulling over his affairs he met a young girl named Asah, a barmaid at a tavern he frequented during his free time. Jaeger had no interest in romance, nor did he have any worldly desires toward this woman, it was more a factor of enjoying her company than anything else. She showed an interest in Jaeger when they first met, him playing the piano in a dark corner of the bar whilst the patrons went about their way. The thing with Jaeger was that no-one dared applaud his playing even if he were amazing, for if they did one day and failed to do so the next time he would likely snap from the pressure of believing him performance had worsened. However, every-time he played Asah would applaud without fail, she would bring him a glass of wine and sit next to him on the stool as he struck each note. In her he saw his own passion for music, a relationship he had never known and had ever less understanding about.
At the end of his leave she requested they become lovers, Jaeger refused her, stating that he is incapable of mortal love and that his heart lie with the music, not her. The girl broke down, seemingly she had suffered somewhat in her own life and had mistook his actions for that of affection. Four months into his new post, after deciding to accept the job, he returned to the bar to find she had killed herself soon after he left. Jaeger, not the type to react to such inconsequential things, simply walked past the bartender and took his seat at the piano, on the side of the stool as though she were still there beside him. It wasn't until several days later that a new patron told him about his attitude that night. He had been sat at the piano playing his usual play-list of songs, singing poorly along with them too, when he had stopped, sipped his wine, and started to cry lightly, all the time stroking the notes as if making love to the beads of sound they produced. Jaeger obviously denied any such happenings and struck the man down, the army had seemed to accept he would kill if he liked to and instead made a contingency to cover for his actions. whether that was through fear or the thought he had potential he never contemplated.
The Dreaming Man;[/b]
Jaeger found his new duties quite easy to adapt to, of course as with any new position he was a bit useless at the start. Though once he found his footing as a Wing Commander he seemed perfect for the position, his combative duties were less frequent, which suited the armies cause more so than his own. Jaeger then turned 25, time flew past him almost too quickly, the death toll continued climbing, life simply stumbled on in it's own way without much happening of interest for him. His obsessions remained to isolate him from those around him, becoming known as the man that slaughtered his way up the ranks didn't affect him either. As long as he had his music and his dolls he was fine to live in a world that had no understanding of him, that was until he failed to gain his next promotion. How could a man so close to being a holy creature be overlooked? Were they scared of giving him too much power? Jaeger simply didn't understand what he had done wrong. With that he began to lose his grip on reality once more, believing himself not only a holy being, but a prophet. He told himself that humanity was never meant to exist, that we were all in-fact ephemeral energies trapped inside manikins. He believed that they were originally intended to be somewhere else, on another plane, but had gotten lost. He decided it was his duty to lead the pitiful souls to their rightful place, and more importantly to find those who claim to be 'gods' and make them pay for making the mistake that lead humans to their sorry state or mortality.
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The midday sun loomed silently over the coliseums battleground, it's heat boiling the blood of those under it, sending them into a blood-lust like state that would not be satiated until it witnessed pure destruction. The scent of the sweat and dust from the field of combat could be smelt at the top of the stands, the groans of pain and exasperation as their energy failed them under the blazing sun daunted by the jeers and shouting of the audience. Creekrunner, in his human form, stood over the misshapen heap that he had only ten minutes before been laughing with in the training room, his fingers wrapped around a large rock that was now laden in scrapings of flesh and smeared with the other competitors blood. Their friendship had been short, the battle had ended at an even faster pace. And now, for all that it was worth, Creek had won.
He placed his foot onto the Weres abdomen, pushing his heel into the ribcage of the man beneath him to force out a groan, proof that he was at least still alive. Creekrunners small stature was not the most intimidating thing to witness, though in battle he presented an aura of sorts that made him much scarier. His head hung low to his shoulders, protecting the neck from surprise attacks, his body was lithe and agile and he didn't need to rely on strength to win, and this was what made him a fan favorite in the coliseum. His jacket had been torn and discarded during the early moments of the fight and now Creek's torso was bare, grains of sand clinging to his chest and moving with the contortions of his body as he tried to gather air into him and regenerate his strength. He spat to the side of him, the globule of saliva landing on the barren ground and forming a pool by his victims arm. His nostrils flared as he held in the screams of rage at both his enemy and the humans who cheered at such things. Their applause sickened him, the sound of their fleshy paws coming together merely served to make his desire to kill in that arena all the more potent.
He leaned down, his jeans hemming had been torn and was a trip hazard so he desired to tear the bottoms off and convert them into a long pair of shorts. Yet as he did so he heard a small gasp from below, the man had regained consciousness, though his eyes were shut. He had black hair, thick and as long as his chin though it was now stuck to his forehead by the swear and blood. Across the bridge of his nose was a deep gash, Creek had caught him nicely with his claws and subsequently half blinded him in doing so. He was in terrible shape, his body almost lifeless as he passed out and regained his senses repeatedly over the course of the few minutes they stood there. "Stay still you idiot!" Creek shouted in what was the quietest tone his anger would allow, knowing that his owner had a tendency to order him to kill if the enemy wouldn't submit.
A few moments passed until they moved again, Creek merely stood and listened as his own kin lay beneath his foot, his eyes unblinking as he contemplated what he could of the slurred speech. His enemy had taken a blow to the throat from the jagged edged stone that dealt the final blow and blood was now seeping into his wind pipe from the damage, whether he died there or lost his ability to speak due to the surgery needed wouldn't matter, these would be his last words either way. After he finished speaking Creek shot a glance over to his owner, the frail mans smirk compelling him to finish the job. He lifted the rock above his head with his right hand, lining it up to fall square upon the face of his opponent, the crowd became entranced, almost silent as he swung with full force, putting every last inch of power he had into his wrist to make sure that his very brain matter would be broken up from the impact.
After the crowd calmed Creek was led back to the preparation rooms for the fight, his body was hosed down by the guards to remove the blood and dirt. As the icy water flowed over his aching muscles he thought to himself long and hard about why they bothered living, about his promise to his adoptive father and the betrayal of his own pack. A towel was hung over his shoulders as he strode through the hallway to the changing room, his naked form irradiated by the sunlight that reflected off the water droplets that adorned his skin.
He placed his foot onto the Weres abdomen, pushing his heel into the ribcage of the man beneath him to force out a groan, proof that he was at least still alive. Creekrunners small stature was not the most intimidating thing to witness, though in battle he presented an aura of sorts that made him much scarier. His head hung low to his shoulders, protecting the neck from surprise attacks, his body was lithe and agile and he didn't need to rely on strength to win, and this was what made him a fan favorite in the coliseum. His jacket had been torn and discarded during the early moments of the fight and now Creek's torso was bare, grains of sand clinging to his chest and moving with the contortions of his body as he tried to gather air into him and regenerate his strength. He spat to the side of him, the globule of saliva landing on the barren ground and forming a pool by his victims arm. His nostrils flared as he held in the screams of rage at both his enemy and the humans who cheered at such things. Their applause sickened him, the sound of their fleshy paws coming together merely served to make his desire to kill in that arena all the more potent.
He leaned down, his jeans hemming had been torn and was a trip hazard so he desired to tear the bottoms off and convert them into a long pair of shorts. Yet as he did so he heard a small gasp from below, the man had regained consciousness, though his eyes were shut. He had black hair, thick and as long as his chin though it was now stuck to his forehead by the swear and blood. Across the bridge of his nose was a deep gash, Creek had caught him nicely with his claws and subsequently half blinded him in doing so. He was in terrible shape, his body almost lifeless as he passed out and regained his senses repeatedly over the course of the few minutes they stood there. "Stay still you idiot!" Creek shouted in what was the quietest tone his anger would allow, knowing that his owner had a tendency to order him to kill if the enemy wouldn't submit.
A few moments passed until they moved again, Creek merely stood and listened as his own kin lay beneath his foot, his eyes unblinking as he contemplated what he could of the slurred speech. His enemy had taken a blow to the throat from the jagged edged stone that dealt the final blow and blood was now seeping into his wind pipe from the damage, whether he died there or lost his ability to speak due to the surgery needed wouldn't matter, these would be his last words either way. After he finished speaking Creek shot a glance over to his owner, the frail mans smirk compelling him to finish the job. He lifted the rock above his head with his right hand, lining it up to fall square upon the face of his opponent, the crowd became entranced, almost silent as he swung with full force, putting every last inch of power he had into his wrist to make sure that his very brain matter would be broken up from the impact.
After the crowd calmed Creek was led back to the preparation rooms for the fight, his body was hosed down by the guards to remove the blood and dirt. As the icy water flowed over his aching muscles he thought to himself long and hard about why they bothered living, about his promise to his adoptive father and the betrayal of his own pack. A towel was hung over his shoulders as he strode through the hallway to the changing room, his naked form irradiated by the sunlight that reflected off the water droplets that adorned his skin.
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