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Full Name: Jael, no parents evident led to lack of surname. Occasionally goes by Jael Fox, but rarely has need for the surname.
Nicknames/Aliases: Yellow Fox
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: 'Fox' class operative for The Pack, specializing in infiltration and acting as a saboteur.
Description:
Jael is a wiry young woman in her early twenties, of unremarkable height at about 5'5. Her pseudonym's namesake is her hair, which is a yellow blond-hue, and is mid length, generally tied back rather loosely and hidden for the most part.
Her features seem surprisingly grounded in innocence for a 'deadly assassin', not stunning, but fairly pleasing. Her nose is short, eyes wide and expressive.
Upon 'working' she dons dark clothing with a distinct, long, hooded jacket, and a scarf folded inside to obscure her nose and mouth. Gloves reach up to her elbows so as not to reveal any skin or leave prints, and she wears light shoes to make little sound. A small canvas bag and a belt accompany her with her things, including lock picks, fake card keys, tools, a first aid kit, knives...and a handgun.
Personality: Yellow Fox is considered by the majority of the citizens of Vega to be a vicious, sneaky, even feral creature that preys upon people. People speak of her as being like a wild animal in her movement and actions. In reality, these wild stories of the killer fox-woman are somewhat... exaggerated.
Jael is extremely dedicated to her cause, and has grown up to be a cunning, quick operative that strikes with force and conviction, but she is no brute. She is actually a highly intelligent and quite caring individual, she just has no tolerance for civilization. She associates it with the evils of mankind and feels happier out in the wilds.
When not wrapped up in her work for the Pack, Jael tends to live a far more balanced lifestyle, out in the overgrown ruins of the old town, where nature has overcome the trappings of humanity. There she lives without technology and knows the way of the wild, that one has to hunt for food and take care of oneself.
Despite this, she had inherited compassion and hates to see things suffer. While she hunts in order to live she feels that respect is extremely important and does her best to minimize any suffering she causes.
People are often somewhat put off by Jael's rather... feral behaviour. That fact that she sees nothing wrong with gutting fish or skinning rabbits on a desk, or that she tracks mud on a floor without apology, or that she has paid no attention to social graces for some time. She can come across as rather charmless in that respect, but it is more of a result of the upbringing she received than an intentional desire to offend.
She is extremely dedicated to The Pack and believes the Archangel people to be singularly evil. Little can sway he from this fact, and she sees the prospect of giving her own life to the cause as being simply an occupational hazard.
Skills:
- Jael is quite athletic, capable of running, jumping, climbing, and fighting when she is required to, her lifestyle making her a lot more capable than the average person. She has trained to be stong and quick, and practised self-defence.
-Growing up in the wild and overgrown ruins that make up the old city with her mentor and fellow foundlings, she gained a strong knowledge of plants and can use different species to counteract illness or injury in most cases. She can equally use these to harm, and potentially to lethal effect.
- After a severe illness at a young age, Jael's lungs have a low tolerance for things. Toxins and pollution effect her quite badly.
Weaknesses:
-Jael is a bit of a glass cannon. She cannot take hits terribly well, and lacks resilience of some of the heavier classes in the Pack. She cannot take a lot of damage before she ceases to function effectively.
- Her loyalty to The Pack, often blinds her to the truth of matters, as her mentor will doctor the truth in order to suit their cause as much as Archangel do the same.
Brief History: Jael has little memory of her early life. Sleeping in doorways in the slums of the city, begging for money, taking food from trash cans. It was a terrible way for a child to live, that much she could recall. She survived for a few years scraping by, but it was at age five her luck ran out. She started with a cough, a cough that became worse and worse. It was a harsh winter, and she contracted pneumonia.
She could recall it vaguely, being curled up in a sidestreet, sheltering in an upturned fruit crate against icy rain, struggling for any breath. She had been terrified, but lacked the strength to do a thing. Then she recalled someone approaching, several people. A man picked her up and wrapped her in a blanket. Something had left her convinced that she must have not survived.
Several days later, she had awoken in a bed, being tended to by a doctor. The doctor was one employed by The Pack, and the man who had collected her off the street had been one of the operatives, known by his pseudonym Silver Lion. He had saved her, and he became a father figure to the young girl. He raised her and taught her many skills. In the ruins where they lived, she came to know many of the foundlings that were brought in, and began to help the Doctor, White Crane, with some of the cases. Eventually however,as she became old enough to fend for herself, Jael took up took up the name Yellow Fox, and began work for the organization.
She was an effective, prolific, and dedicated individual. She had never failed a mission nor questioned the orders given to her.It was due to her success that she was called one day, early, before the regular meetings, by Grey Wolf, and given a special mission. She was to infiltrate a transport and destroy the cargo. Yellow Fox found the cloak and dagger attitude peculiar, but went ahead as instructed, and that night, she put on her disguise, and set out for the traintrack, not realizing the fateful nature of this assignment.
Full Name: Jael, no parents evident led to lack of surname. Occasionally goes by Jael Fox, but rarely has need for the surname.
Nicknames/Aliases: Yellow Fox
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: 'Fox' class operative for The Pack, specializing in infiltration and acting as a saboteur.
Description:
Jael is a wiry young woman in her early twenties, of unremarkable height at about 5'5. Her pseudonym's namesake is her hair, which is a yellow blond-hue, and is mid length, generally tied back rather loosely and hidden for the most part.
Her features seem surprisingly grounded in innocence for a 'deadly assassin', not stunning, but fairly pleasing. Her nose is short, eyes wide and expressive.
Upon 'working' she dons dark clothing with a distinct, long, hooded jacket, and a scarf folded inside to obscure her nose and mouth. Gloves reach up to her elbows so as not to reveal any skin or leave prints, and she wears light shoes to make little sound. A small canvas bag and a belt accompany her with her things, including lock picks, fake card keys, tools, a first aid kit, knives...and a handgun.
Personality: Yellow Fox is considered by the majority of the citizens of Vega to be a vicious, sneaky, even feral creature that preys upon people. People speak of her as being like a wild animal in her movement and actions. In reality, these wild stories of the killer fox-woman are somewhat... exaggerated.
Jael is extremely dedicated to her cause, and has grown up to be a cunning, quick operative that strikes with force and conviction, but she is no brute. She is actually a highly intelligent and quite caring individual, she just has no tolerance for civilization. She associates it with the evils of mankind and feels happier out in the wilds.
When not wrapped up in her work for the Pack, Jael tends to live a far more balanced lifestyle, out in the overgrown ruins of the old town, where nature has overcome the trappings of humanity. There she lives without technology and knows the way of the wild, that one has to hunt for food and take care of oneself.
Despite this, she had inherited compassion and hates to see things suffer. While she hunts in order to live she feels that respect is extremely important and does her best to minimize any suffering she causes.
People are often somewhat put off by Jael's rather... feral behaviour. That fact that she sees nothing wrong with gutting fish or skinning rabbits on a desk, or that she tracks mud on a floor without apology, or that she has paid no attention to social graces for some time. She can come across as rather charmless in that respect, but it is more of a result of the upbringing she received than an intentional desire to offend.
She is extremely dedicated to The Pack and believes the Archangel people to be singularly evil. Little can sway he from this fact, and she sees the prospect of giving her own life to the cause as being simply an occupational hazard.
Skills:
- Jael is quite athletic, capable of running, jumping, climbing, and fighting when she is required to, her lifestyle making her a lot more capable than the average person. She has trained to be stong and quick, and practised self-defence.
-Growing up in the wild and overgrown ruins that make up the old city with her mentor and fellow foundlings, she gained a strong knowledge of plants and can use different species to counteract illness or injury in most cases. She can equally use these to harm, and potentially to lethal effect.
- After a severe illness at a young age, Jael's lungs have a low tolerance for things. Toxins and pollution effect her quite badly.
Weaknesses:
-Jael is a bit of a glass cannon. She cannot take hits terribly well, and lacks resilience of some of the heavier classes in the Pack. She cannot take a lot of damage before she ceases to function effectively.
- Her loyalty to The Pack, often blinds her to the truth of matters, as her mentor will doctor the truth in order to suit their cause as much as Archangel do the same.
Brief History: Jael has little memory of her early life. Sleeping in doorways in the slums of the city, begging for money, taking food from trash cans. It was a terrible way for a child to live, that much she could recall. She survived for a few years scraping by, but it was at age five her luck ran out. She started with a cough, a cough that became worse and worse. It was a harsh winter, and she contracted pneumonia.
She could recall it vaguely, being curled up in a sidestreet, sheltering in an upturned fruit crate against icy rain, struggling for any breath. She had been terrified, but lacked the strength to do a thing. Then she recalled someone approaching, several people. A man picked her up and wrapped her in a blanket. Something had left her convinced that she must have not survived.
Several days later, she had awoken in a bed, being tended to by a doctor. The doctor was one employed by The Pack, and the man who had collected her off the street had been one of the operatives, known by his pseudonym Silver Lion. He had saved her, and he became a father figure to the young girl. He raised her and taught her many skills. In the ruins where they lived, she came to know many of the foundlings that were brought in, and began to help the Doctor, White Crane, with some of the cases. Eventually however,as she became old enough to fend for herself, Jael took up took up the name Yellow Fox, and began work for the organization.
She was an effective, prolific, and dedicated individual. She had never failed a mission nor questioned the orders given to her.It was due to her success that she was called one day, early, before the regular meetings, by Grey Wolf, and given a special mission. She was to infiltrate a transport and destroy the cargo. Yellow Fox found the cloak and dagger attitude peculiar, but went ahead as instructed, and that night, she put on her disguise, and set out for the traintrack, not realizing the fateful nature of this assignment.