1st Class SOLDIER, Janus Jaeger May 8, 2020 14:37:21 GMT
Post by Janus Jaeger on May 8, 2020 14:37:21 GMT
Name: Janus Jaeger.
Faction: Shin-Ra | SOLDIER ; 1st Class.
Weapon: Custom Lance; "JORGMUND".
Time has yet to take away this aging man's youthfulness. Despite being over the age of thirty - physically he appears no older than his late twenties. Whether it's simply good genetics or something more artificial is up to debate.
However, there is no disputing that Janus appears as youthful as he did years prior. His physique is not one to scoff at - honed from years of training and tempered by mako and Jenova cells - the First Class male holds a body of a man who has seen war.
He stands at an impressive height of 6'2 and weighs almost 185 pounds - his body is toned borderline slightly muscular - though never quite reaching that level of physique.
Tanned, rough, skin littered with the scars and callouses reminders of his past victories and failures with some more egregious than others. An angular face holding a handsome visage - that one would think he was the son of a model or of a lofty birthright.
His eyes tell another tale, tired, weary, and cold - yet deeply hold a vigor for life, a spark that has yet to be put out by life's many pitfalls. They shine an eerie light blue - the remnants of mako coursing through his veins and affecting his once warm grey eyes.
Black, somewhat messy hair lays on his scalp left to its own designs as he rarely fusses with it. Fashion has never been a major obsession for him. Truly a child from the slums, Janus wears somewhat plain attire.
A white t-shirt with a simple silver-white chest piece covering it, the only form of armor on his body. He is also adorned by a black trench coat and some simple dark jeans. Lastly, black boots clad his feet while no visible jewelry is on his person save for the simple silver stud in his right ear.
Occasionally, however, he'll switch up his outfit a little bit. Often times a shirt tattered or dirty from training or a mission or a pair of pants tarnished from the day's grime. In which he'll wear more casual clothes. He will also wear a suit when the situation calls for formal attire, but seeing him in one is like seeing a blue moon - not very likely.
Janus is a complicated figure. Born to Sector 5 Slums - he developed a very straightforward yet compassionate personality in his youth. As a child he was a simple lad with simple dreams and desires - however, upon gaining introspection and understanding of the harsh realities of the world around him - he slowly became colder and colder.
He grew intelligent, cunning, crafty even. His skills honed from his life in the slums were sharpened to a razor point in his everyday life. Because of this, he is a naturally charismatic young man.
While not flirtatious he is aware of his appearance and what he can do to people with the right words - whether be it, charm or intimidation, and is unafraid to use it against others for his own gain.
Nowadays the boy has long since become a man - a man haunted by war and who has little time for connections or bonds, yet holds those close to him with a near ferocious possessive nature. To the outsider, Janus appears cynical even cruel - unapproachable and distant.
Yet this can't be farthest from the truth. Those who get to know him, know him as a strong-willed, passionate man with an unwavering conviction and a strong sense of personal morals.
Janus hasn't completely lost the street-wise charm he developed in his youth, in fact, even in his age it shines the brightest through his witty mannerisms and somewhat morbid sense of humor.
He's not too cold that he can't joke or enjoy himself, it's just his increasing awkwardness born from large swathes of antisocial behavior that has made him more tight-lipped and difficult to talk to, which people mistaken as blatant uninterest or the inability to empathize.
One thing that has steadily grown as he has gotten older and stronger is his keen tactical ability on the battlefield. While his social skills have worn down his fighting capability has increased.
As did his ferociousness and unsurprisingly, his bloodlust. He's developed a detached personality for the most part - but while in the heat of battle his desire for a proper conflict increases.
Causing moments where he will even blackout from being thrown into a frenzy. The reason is unknown but he has taken time to try to temper what he assumes is a "blood rage" of sorts - fearful of what he is becoming and what he may one day be - a monster.
Janus Jaeger was born thirty-one years ago to Agatha and Simond Jaeger within Sector 5 Slums. From an early age, he had dreams of valor and fame. Innocent in nature - yet nonetheless earnest and true.
Life in the slums was less than ideal and every day was a struggle, yet he did not let it stop him from trying. If he fell down he got back up again. None could deny that he had guts, some worried that his guts would eventually be strewn in the dirt - if he didn't get a hold of himself.
His tireless attempts proved to bore fruit as he eventually and quite astoundingly - made it into SOLDIER. Years of cadet training of exercises and tests have finally paid off. Enough that he managed to make it to 3rd Class. His labors did not end there - after all - his dream was to become a 1st Class, not a 3rd, he would not stop there.
His single-minded focus led him into many kinds of scuffles with potential friends and allies, with the drunken idiot at the bar, and with his very own self. He constantly threw himself into training when angry, when sad, when his mother died of Mako poisoning when his dad soon followed her into the lifestream a mere three years later.
When his girlfriend dumped him for some rich guy from the Plate. Training and missions were all he had to keep him going. It was the only thing that remained the same, through it all.
His conquests soon gained him the notice of his superiors and after a particularly risky mission to the Nibelhelm mountains to deal with a few unruly dragons - he managed to gain somewhat of a reputation in SOLDIER.
However, it wouldn't be until the Wutai war that his name (and title) would be solidified in Midgar's history. With lance in hand, the now 2nd Class soldier threw himself onto the flames of war.
Cutting down foe after foe, and by the end of it, he wasn't sure what was bloodier - the ground or himself. His mindless fervor on the battlefield as he stalked his foes - like a specter of war earned him the alias: Einherjar.
After taking down a particularly nasty cell of Wutai soldiers and ensuring his unit survived long enough for the war to properly end - elevated him to 1st Class soon after. But he didn't feel as appeased as he thought he would.
His dream came true - but at what cost? War, the war had stained his soul just as the blood of his enemies stained his hands and his lance.
He came out as a hero but lost the man he once was in the process. It wouldn't be until he was in his mid-twenties that he realized he sacrificed most of his social life in the single pursuit for his goals.
In his desire to be the best he forgot what it meant to be human. So, he slowly began integrating himself into the social spheres with minor degrees of success.
Five years prior to the current day, at the age of twenty-six - Jenova was discovered and Shin-Ra quickly began to inject him and other SOLDIER with the Ancient's cells. Though there weren't many changes at first, he noted his aggression has increased when on the battlefield.
A bloodlust that wasn't there before began to surface and if he was honest with himself - it terrified him. Yet still, he marches on, refusing to falter. He didn't have all the answers but he knew, that one day they would come. For better or worse...
Archetype: Fight 3, Magic 1.
Special Features: N/A.
Limit BreakName: Predator.
Slot Level: 1.
Description: Janus sails forward at his target with the tip of lance - intent on piercing their body. If the target is poisoned, blinded, or asleep by a spell beforehand - Janus gains one extra strike attempt.