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Alias: Jaeger Age: Rude to ask Sexuality: Never kiss and tell Height: 182 cms Weight: 81 kgs Hair: A bald plate of Vanta metal with a horn sticking out Eyes: Small, blue, and beady Skin & Scars: A few scrapes along the metal from wear and tear
Details
Jaeger does not look pretty and he doesn't bathe often...it makes his body squeak. He's gonna smell like booze and dirt...and whatever ichor that came from his most recent hunt. The Vanta that makes up his entire body is a mismatched myriad of colors ranging from blue, silver, black, and red from his many years of life slowly degrading his body to a lackluster rusted texture. A large blue horn juts out from his forehead with a sharp tip at the end that points at a rough 45 degree angle.
His eyes are small and beady black orbs that light up a soft robin's egg blue. As a nomad, he cures his own leather from the hides of animals and beasts that he hunts in the outlands. Full jerkin, bandoleers for explosives, scarf, hood, and thick boots for rough terrain traversal are all tightly secured on his person. Jaeger is rarely seen without his hood up and his mouth closed. Expect to never hear this guy shut up unless you dare to knock him out.
Oh yeah one more thing. He's got a very special gal that hangs around on his shoulder. Name's The Captain and she's a downright beautiful chicken.
Nathan is one of the oldest 'living' beings on Ordus. He's seen things that would make lesser men go mad and has come back from it. So he may be a tad off his rocker when dealing with civil folk. He's a straight shooter with the truth and isn't afraid to tell it how it is. Nathan is rude, loud, and obnoxious to the point of being insufferable around nearly anyone he runs into. He doesn't care what you think of him and he won't coddle you. Everyone is equal in his eyes, regardless of social status, and looking down from your nose will piss him off.
A natural showoff and overly confident cocky bastard who loves to do tricks, unnecessary dancing, and rude gestures as he fights. He rarely goes all out and plays with his opponents like a true hunter...deep down he yearns for a true challenge.
He's a strongly dedicated and loyal man with a heart meant for good. He always does what's right according to his own moral code, no matter how hard it makes things. He doesn't forgive or forget when it comes to his enemies...which is why he has few left. His small group of friends rely on his skill and he believes they call him for the attention. Nathan has a particular soft spot for defending children, but no one will come to harm if he has something to say about it.
Nathan's mouth is something most would like to seal shut. He loves to talk anywhere and anytime and about anything. He talks to himself if he's alone! The guy just loves the sound of his own voice and he uses it to distract his enemies or regale his fellows with entertaining tales from his past. Really puts the younguns to sleep.
He's a heavy drinker and an avid gambler. Bets excite him and the thrill of losing puts him on a high that he enjoys chasing. Most of his words are mired with curses and swear words, anecdotes, and lame catchphrases. He saddles most people he knows with a fond nickname and keeps to it.
History
*The recording clicks on and whirs slightly before a voice finally comes on.*
Oh hey, you wanna hear tell about ole' Jaeger, do ya? Well shit, honey bun, sit a spell! 'Cause this ain't no fairy tale. Oh and can you grab me a cocoa while you're at it? You know, the one with lots of marshmallows? And whiskey too! No no, you know what? Fuck the cocoa...just bring the whiskey...and the marshmallows. The hell am I even saying? I don't know anymore. Alright yeah yeah, that's good. You like camping, pumpkin? Good, 'cause I'm about to take you for a trip.
So you know how that big fucking star up there gone and exploded everything? Turned our world topsy turvey? Well it just so happens that there was this big ugly hunk of metal being pushed around by a honey badger. Strange little bugger was collecting the stuff to make a...nest or some shit. Or maybe he was wanting something warm to cuddle with. Look, the point is that the Vel slammed the metal hard enough to spark a life inside it and yours truly was born! The metal exploded in this big blue mini supernova and in the crater I showed up. Now you might be asking "Daddy Nate, how do you know this? You were a rock." and well, let's say that I got a little bit of badger DNA in me. Badgers remember shit, kid.
It was really loud with everyone killing one another and I was real mad. Taking a cold shower but multiplied by a thousand kind of mad. No talking either. Just lots of screaming. Dark times, you see...I don't much like talkin' about those times when I was called a monster that stalked them caves and forests. I was like the boogeyman that mom's told their kids about to keep them home after dark.
After about the first hundred years, give or take, I learned to control my body and adapt to this raw Vel energy. I hunted to hone my skills and grew stronger with tougher and tougher challenges...would you believe me if I said I wrestled a bear with my bare hands? Bear hands? Cut off his bear paws with my bare hands and made bear gloves? 'Cause that was totally a thing that happened. Anyway, neither here nor there. I began to learn about my fleshy neighbors too. I watched from afar and stalked them. Little by little...I caught on to their mannerisms, their language was easy to figure out, and soon enough I was having fun with what I was doing. Like an opera you'd go to see in Haven nowadays, but I knew that the one family I kept a close eye on...well, folk fear what they don't understand. It happens today with the Afflicted.
I remember this one day when I saw this big ass boar tramping through their field. Man of the house comes out with a big stick to fend it off and nearly gets penetrated like a cheap prostitute. So I step in-it was more of a speedy dash-and blow the thing up. I'm talking 'braaaaah shpeeeewwwww' guts and blood everywhere! I-It was not a pretty sight, I tell ya.
After a bit of screaming like a girl, the dude gets a nice smack from his wife and they chase me away. No biggie, since I'm used to it. But...well a community can only take so much. Government sent these newfangled experts. So called "Hunters" are deployed to deal with me. Heh, what a laugh. 'Course what I didn't count on was the little bastards getting smart. They cornered me in a cave and they had weapons that were made of the same shit I was. But I tell you what! I fought them all off! Bobbing and weaving around, going toe to toe and...yeah no. I got my ass kicked two times to Friday. And you know what? Stick boy sticks them from behind and takes 'em all by surprise! No shitting! Me and him go back to back and boy did we fight! It was like we rehearsed it or some shit!
We didn't kill 'em, of course. Just ruffled their jimmies, but it was enough. I was back to infamy, 'cept something changed. This guy, his wife, and their kids? They started to come see me and just hang out. Like shooting the breeze! It was great! Finally I had someone to talk to that wasn't a rock! Sure 'nuff they trusted me enough to invite me to their home and...yeah, you know it was the first time I really felt accepted...
...Sorry sorry. Emotional. Anyway, that was my introduction to the Noirs. They took me in, showed me how to skin and tan leather, and even cook! Hell, I don't even eat but damn was their food good. Heh, I guess this has gone on for a bit long hasn't it? I always run my mouth...I'm sorry about that.
Anyway, the rest is pretty interesting but you'll have to find the rest of these little recordings I've left here and about. Good luck with that, champ. I'm gonna get going and see a man about a steam powered-
*There's shuffling in the background and a girl's voice can be heard yelling his name*
Yeah, I'll be right there! N-No don't you worry about what I'm doing. Just...damnit Yaz put my whiskey down and-Hey don't you feed that to The Captain! She's still wasted from the last round! ...I gotta go. Sorry I didn't tell you the whole story, but maybe someday you'll piece things together. I love you, Firecracker. Keep on keeping on.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ of THQ
★MEULK OF THQ
Last Edit: Nov 29, 2019 2:46:49 GMT by Nathan North
Well this is surely an interesting development. Vanta metal, turned human. Indeed a sight to behold. Where shall your path lead you, o age-old Hunter? I suppose we shall see.
