Here's that old OC. History is long, but a lot's happened in the time I've run him.
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Jaden Lemnyensi
Male
Jaden is a short human standing at just 5' 1". Strong features, short black hair and a debonair smile lend to a sense of both style and arrogance. He's of an athletic and very toned build with no real distinguishing features beyond a geometric marking at the back of his neck, somewhat resembling a mix of tribal tattoo and QR code. Most times when wandering the field he's found wearing a black tactical dress shirt, black BDU style pants, black dress boots and a black leather jacket. In his place of residence, however, he adopts a victorian style, finding relaxation in the dress of what was high society.
This is only half of the man. Only indicated by his weight, which is near fifty pounds heavier than his size and mass should be, Jaden has the capability to change all or part of his body to that of an anthromorphic wolf titled the 'Schnitter Wolf'. This form is far from soft and cuddly, looking more the product of a monster movie than simple transition. Black in its entirety, the form is bulky with a heavy amount of muscle mass. Both tooth and claw are denser than one might expect, sporting serrated edges and sharp points.
Very proficient with all but the largest type of swords. They are his weapon of choice. He's also proficient in hand-to-hand, though he considers this a 'low class' way of fighting and tends to avoid it. Decent with near any firearm and a wide array of throwing weapons (see weaknesses for added information). Has a quick wit and is quite agile in his human form. In his 'Schnitter Wolf' form he is stronger and more resilient, capable of sustaining a number of injuries and great amount of pain before being disabled. The genetic manipulation has also made him resilient to age, continuing to look the age of thirty when, in fact, he is far older.
Jaden can be very arrogant, often rating himself as superior to others with cheeky remarks. This arrogance goes so far as the man refusing to use firearms for the fact that they feel 'uncivilized', opting to take all fights at melee range and only utilizing thrown weaponry when he has to. Often he would rather fabricate some form of sword, or find something makeshift than rely on ranged combat. While having a decently long fuse, the man also has a temper. He is also very prideful, considering himself upper class in
any situation, to the degree that some have suspected mental illness. Given his history this may be true. Especially for the fact that he also carries a bit of a sadistic streak.
His 'Schnitter Wolf' form changes him mentally as well as physically. While still in aware of himself, his sadistic streak increases drastically, casting off all sense of 'class' and becoming a hypocritical contrast to his normal self. While resilient and powerful, it is more cumbersome, trading agility for force. His general level of patience is about the same in this form. Temper is a different story. Often he will vindictively turn to this form when he loses his temper, being quite aware of the intimidation factor and the carnage its strength can cause. The lust and rage that he can and tends to feel in this form can dull his situational awareness and lead him to make poor choices in his actions. Lastly, the Schnitter form was engineered with a failsafe; an allergy to silver.
Jaden's history is both long and difficult. Early in his life (around 2044) he was taken into the military. His first memories, rather than of his parents or friends, are that of an academy. One formed as a joint program between Russia and Germany to create the next generation of soldiers in light of rising tensions between world powers. What few knew is that this was paired to the Schnitter project. A project which not only cast off near any sense of scientific morality, but made impossible strides. The world was terrified that the near inevitable war would bring the end to all.
Originally this project was simply intended to create a 'super soldier'; enhancing abilities and general combat effectiveness. Cybernetics had been tried already by other countries and were already on the field. Robotics and drones were already a mainstay of the battlefield as well. Cybernetics proved to have its limits, and mechanoids were extremely costly. They aimed for more, to break boundaries and usher in a new era. They succeeded, but not in a way they expected. The results varied from one subject to the next and in all cases the procedures broke their bodies and minds.
Jaden was one of the successful subjects of these processes. At the age of fourteen he felt the pain of his first transformation. The recovery period took days and he survived. Two months later he took his first life during a training exercise. From then on he was separated from his comrades and put through more rigorous training. The results were pleasing. Moreso when pitted against other successes of the Schnitter project. Within a single year of that day war broke out, and the monstrosities were released upon the world. The results were everything they could have hoped for. A single company was deployed to take a midwestern city already under heavy fire. Within three days it was done with no losses to the new breed, and a varying number of injuries. The world at large was shocked and opposing armies had little idea how to combat this threat. Other countries had not laid idle, however. Some kept to 'what worked', leaving Japan to nearly bleed itself dry on cybernetics and mechanoids. Others had already taken the initiative after catching wind of the Schnitter project and were attempting their own. Thus began a series of the worst choices humanity ever made.
Practices akin to the Schnitter became more and more commonplace. This only served to increase hostilities between nations. By 2063 the war was spread across the globe and all negotiations had failed. Over ten years later, desperate countries began resorting to weapons of mass destruction. The face of the world was forever changed...yet the war continued. Governments fell and crumbled, new factions rose up. Devastation became a normal sight while some areas were entirely uninhabitable. Much happened in that year of 2074. The remaining superpowers pulled their forces back to their own borders. This only fed the newformed factions by giving them grown. Something made worse by the fact that these now common aberrant soldiers did not all remain loyal. With the systems failing left and right, many got their own ideas for the war. The world had turned into an irreparable mess.
Two years later, in 2076, Jaden ended up in a critical ward with systemic silver poisoning. By then he was well ranked and at the lead of a tactical operations squadron...three of who died, another who laid in the bed beside him. The failsafe was known by then to those of the Schnitter breed, but silver was a precious commodity, so rare. He was hit by such a round when assaulting the high command of a local faction. Weeks passed and his heart stopped multiple times. The recovery took months. A lot of time to think and consider the state of things. By the time it was over he settled on his thoughts of defection. He waited for deployment to just the right area, and three weeks later, he failed to return from the field.
From then on he was considered a rogue agent. One perk of the war is that there was a lack of resources in doing anything about it. Knowing this, Jaden took up his own stance in local politics. He formed his own hideout in a reinforced basement and 'asserted himself' on the local factions. As they warred, he picked at what he wanted, much like a vulture. As the mood would strike him, he'd step in to fight for one or another. Then for any number of reasons he would flit off back to his own doings. This earned him the visit of a few hit squads, but as aggravating and dangerous as he was, he was effective. They had no choice but to put up with him.
Jaden was all too happy with these arrangements. Combat was his life anyways, his bread and butter, his entertainment. Now he felt he truly had a life of his own. He gathered many antiques and rarities, having taken a shine to ancient Victorian decor and style. Any time one would walk near his territory, faint classical music would be heard. As years passed, his reputation preceded him. Most powers let him be, which was exactly the way he wanted it. Now and then a recruitment was attempted. Something he always shunned, while leaving a dinner invite to the messengers. Few care to indulge him.
Others look like either humanoid, abominations, and pretty much demon like evil people.
