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Jag Green

An information horde that knows who you are.

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a character in “Of Claw and Sword”, as played by EarthWanderer08

Description

Jag Green

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: – Jagged Tim Green
Alias/Nicknames: – Ratpack Tim, Rural Green, Ghastly Jag
Gender: - Eunich
Species/Race: – Human
Birth Date: - Unknown
Age: - Unknown
Current Residence: – Wymarch Slums and Others
Job/Profession: – Information Horde
Title: – Info Ops Raider
Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s): – Ally of the Unfortunate and Uninformed Self

APPEARANCE
Height: – 5’10
Weight: – 180lbs
Build: – Lean Muscled
Eye Color: – Left Green, Right Brown
Hair Color: - Black and Stringy
Handedness: - Left
Skin Shade/Color: - Brown
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Many
Description: – Soon To Be Written

MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: – Straight
Sanity: - Irrelevant
Likes: – Butterfly Creatures
Dislikes: – People Without Sense
Hobbies: – Collecting Information
Personality: – A well rounded man with a disposition for getting information by most means necessary. He isn’t someone to cross, nor lie to. He verifies information at breakneck speeds, and has a penchant for security bypasses. He is especially good at covert break-ins or black out mission that involve radio silence and ghosting. He isn’t particular to partners, but is found of informants. He has a network of such people, and likes to keep these people under the scrutiny of Lieutenants from the S.C.O. He founded the organization of Security Cache Operators. Expert information hording and treasure keeping of undermining documents and security codes, that is what they store and keep sealed. He loves finding new things to learn, and learning new things to find. It’s an obsession that flows into all aspects of life. His sister shares this particular trait and sometimes accompanies him on his solo missions. She is the only person that can run with him, keep up, and doesn’t disappoint.
EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Curved Daggers, Hunting Knives
Combat Attire: – His Everyday Clothing That is Seen Above
Accessories: – Explosive Charges, Grenades, Flash Bombs, Flares, Strewn Together Wires For Cutting and Strangulation, Various Tech For Hacking and Security Bypass
Miscellaneous: – X-Ray, Infrared, Night Vision and ultraviolet installed within his gasmask helmet. It also scans in Black and Blue light. He has small computers installed on the wrist of his outfit. There is pockets and pouches installed all over his suits containing tools and various tit-bits for maintenance on sight or disassembly.

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Grappling
Hand-to-Hand: – Jui-jitsu
Weapons Style: – Kali
Special Abilities/Affinities: – Perfect Recall and Instant Memorization

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – Had a relationship with his cousin, but that was forced by his father, and there was no prior knowledge of family ties when it started.
Family: – Has a father, mother died, sister runs his organization the S.C.O.
Known Languages: – Gr’Lun Common Tounge
Personal History/Background: – Soon To Be Written

So begins...

Jag Green's Story

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"I shall go find some information. I don't have informant here, but I have reputation everywhere. Even here. All the traveling I did before I met you, and the bounties and assassination I executed was whispered to all parts of the nations. I just am known and described as something different. A bit more sinister. Maybe I tell you someday?" R'Nieth pick apart his bigger luggage and came away with a small pack that slung over with one strap. It was his traveling pack that had all basic mission items.

"I shall be back in the morning maybe. If I have enough information, I'll be back tonight. Attack anyone that comes through that door that isn't me. Or, if they don't come through the door, then try not to be surprised. It may be a friend of mine, we often enter through other means."

R'Nieth hoped that he would be more recovered by the time he got back. The spacious room was of two parts, half of it gave way to the kitchenette and bathroom, and the rest seemed to be the bedroom and living quarters. He passed through the kitchenette, and down the hall. To the front door, he exited. Casting a couple of spells along the way for extra swiftness, and silence of step. He was to become one with the shadows once again. Darting down the hall, he used the window at the end of the hall that was open, and jumped onto the roof of the building next door. No one would have seen his dashing movements out the window, nor his landing, just shadows moving swiftly or nothing at all. R'Nieth always ran extremely low to the ground when he got this way. It was rather fascinating to watch if you were to even get a glimpse of this stealth mode.

.........................

Jag Green

Jag was waiting outside in the hallway, waiting to see movement from the two that entered into the inn. He had been shadowing the two for some time since they entered. But he was very, very careful about what he did and how he did it. He was hugging the shadows, pretending to be one of the many drugged out citizens that were using Smog to get the new fix they desired. Smog was unfortunately nasty due to it's toxic nature. Music like a hallucinogenic, but infused with the properties of something like methamphetamine. It kept you high for days, and the worst part was, it was toxic, so you would have random violent episodes of seizures and hallucinations of the vivid sort. Sometimes at the same time. There were many other distinct characteristics of the drug, for one, it was used by means of a gasmask connected to a Smog tank. It was also colorless, despite it's name, that came from the later adding of chemicals to the Smog Duex. The sad part is, the original formula was used for creating artificial fumes to run through and get rid of pesticides. Which later was used for fuel.

Jag's thoughts rambled on as he observed a figure emerge from the room. He could not recognize or see it. It was hooded and cloaked. It dissipated a second later like smoke in the wind. He switched on his infrared to make sure he was not seeing things. He did not see anything put others in the hallway, and what looked to be writhing shapes on the floor near the door the figure emerged from.

"Hmph, Interesting."

Jag gathered up himself, and stalked off. Relenting to set up surveillance using cameras and listening devices near and inside the room. He had his ways of getting into the room, even if he wanted to use the front door, without alerting the beastman that bunked inside.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Wolf Character Portrait: R'Nieth Volger Character Portrait: Jag Green
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"I shall go find some information. I don't have informant here, but I have reputation everywhere. Even here. All the traveling I did before I met you, and the bounties and assassination I executed was whispered to all parts of the nations. I just am known and described as something different. A bit more sinister. Maybe I tell you someday?" R'Nieth pick apart his bigger luggage and came away with a small pack that slung over with one strap. It was his traveling pack that had all basic mission items.

"I shall be back in the morning maybe. If I have enough information, I'll be back tonight. Attack anyone that comes through that door that isn't me. Or, if they don't come through the door, then try not to be surprised. It may be a friend of mine, we often enter through other means."

R'Nieth hoped that he would be more recovered by the time he got back. The spacious room was of two parts, half of it gave way to the kitchenette and bathroom, and the rest seemed to be the bedroom and living quarters. He passed through the kitchenette, and down the hall. To the front door, he exited. Casting a couple of spells along the way for extra swiftness, and silence of step. He was to become one with the shadows once again. Darting down the hall, he used the window at the end of the hall that was open, and jumped onto the roof of the building next door. No one would have seen his dashing movements out the window, nor his landing, just shadows moving swiftly or nothing at all. R'Nieth always ran extremely low to the ground when he got this way. It was rather fascinating to watch if you were to even get a glimpse of this stealth mode.

.........................

Jag Green

Jag was waiting outside in the hallway, waiting to see movement from the two that entered into the inn. He had been shadowing the two for some time since they entered. But he was very, very careful about what he did and how he did it. He was hugging the shadows, pretending to be one of the many drugged out citizens that were using Smog to get the new fix they desired. Smog was unfortunately nasty due to it's toxic nature. Much like a hallucinogenic, but infused with the properties of something like methamphetamine. It kept you high for days, and the worst part was, it was toxic, so you would have random violent episodes of seizures and hallucinations of the vivid sort. Sometimes at the same time. There were many other distinct characteristics of the drug, for one, it was used by means of a gasmask connected to a Smog tank. It was also colorless, despite it's name, that came from the later adding of chemicals to the Smog Duex. The sad part is, the original formula was used for creating artificial fumes to run through and get rid of pesticides. Which later was used for fuel.

Jag's thoughts rambled on as he observed a figure emerge from the room. He could not recognize or see it. It was hooded and cloaked. It dissipated a second later like smoke in the wind. He switched on his infrared to make sure he was not seeing things. He did not see anything put others in the hallway, and what looked to be writhing shapes on the floor near the door the figure emerged from.

"Hmph, Interesting."

Jag gathered up himself, and stalked off. Relenting to set up surveillance using cameras and listening devices near and inside the room. He had his ways of getting into the room, even if he wanted to use the front door, without alerting the beastman that bunked inside.