Jagg

[Jagg]

Beast Character Application Information

About the Maker: :


Your Name: : Kytara

Your Age : : I’m sorry, this is not information I bandy about.

How Long Have you been Rping: : 4 years, two years formally

How Did You Find Us: : I saw a mention on an ad list in one of my other roleplays. Later, I saw an ad while placing advertisements for my site.

Earlier today, I decided to investigate (I am an avid Wolf’ Rain fan) and did a Google Search. I found War of Paradise, and promptly read the plot and joined. :3

Tell us about you: : I am a young adult female, who lives in the US. I enjoy writing, reading, playing video games, coding, drawing, and roleplaying. Sufficient?


Here in the shadows, I’m safe, I’m free

Name: : Jagg

Age: : 4 years (wolf) Appears to be around 30 as a human

Date of Birth: : April, 17th

Where you were born: : N/A

What animal are you: : Wolf (Because wolves are awesome!)

I’ve got nowhere else to go but I cannot stay where I don’t belong

Appearance: :

As a human, Jagg is a dark-toned shade of brown. All of her limbs are rather long, almost gangly, making her appear younger than she actually is. Across her face is a birthmark, which is considerably paler than the rest of her face. It is shaped like her animal form marking, although with the shades switched.



Her eyes are a clear, crystalline blue, akin to wintry spirit. Her hair is usually scooped up in a loose bun, with little pieces sticking out. This reflects Jagg’s overall casual nature. The actual hair colour is a deep brown, but streaks of blonde intersect in a staccato manner. It is hard to tell whether they would be natural or a dye.

Jagg’s facial features are soft, but not gentle of tender in appearance. Slight circles under her eyes give her a slightly careworn, dangerous appearance, in fact. Her hands are large in comparison to her arm and wrist, like a wolf’s paw. They are rough, and coarse-looking.

Jagg walks proudly, with her head held high in confidence, and stance open. She does not swagger; in fact, it doesn’t take much to make her falter, or sink into a closed and guarded posture.

Height: : 5’9

Weight: : 137 lbs

Eye Color: : Blue

Normal Attire: : A medium-thickness pale brown coat. If ripped open or “taken off”, a dark blue T-shirt is underneath. Sometimes, if she’s in a particularly antisocial or tense mood, she’ll be wearing a pair of coloured lenses, or dark glasses.

Her pants are usually jeans, but if she’s depressed, it may change into a thin blue silk skirt and panty hose.

Her shoes are black combat boots, which reach about five inches past her ankles.

True Form: : Jagg

Physical Attributes: : Like the rest of her brethren, Jagg is much faster and stronger than she appears. Not beyond reason… just unexpected by the uninformed.


I know I’m not lost
I am just alone
But I won’t cry
I won’t give up
I can’t go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are[/b]


Personality: :

Jagg is a rather sassy character. If confronted, it will take less than a second for her to bite back with some sarcastic comeback, or just something downright mean. The dangers of the world she’s in has made her into a bitter and guarded person, which usually scares most people off. She can be biased, and often overestimates herself.

She does have a good side. If, by some miracle, you actually manage to convince her you’re a decent person worth knowing, she can be quite funny. Her outlook on the world is jaded and pessimistic, which is often reflected in her dark brand of humor. She is loyal; to her, a friend is a friend, and they should be protected. ‘Cause you don’t get many of them, right?


History: :

Jagg was born in one of the cities. She was young, and didn’t know the name. She can’t remember it, as an adult now.

She was born with two live siblings; Tyrs, her brother and Inox, her sister. Many others were born that night, but they were all dead. Twisted and malformed, some not even recognizable as cubs. There was one culprit: malnutrition. It was hard enough for two to be fed, in the city. In the last weeks of Jagg’s mother’s pregnancy, her father could hardly find enough food for the mother, much less himself and a litter of unborn babies.

It might have been better, but hunters were out in the streets en mass. The pair had had to fight and steal to make a living in the first place. Extra people out to give you a pretty hole through your head definitely didn’t help. Likewise, Jagg’s childhood wasn’t a very happy one.

When she was one week old, Jagg’s parents were forced to move them. Mercifully, no one died, but Jagg’s father was injured badly. Jagg’s mother had to ferry the cubs one by one to the new hiding spot. Jagg’s father guarded the remainder, and got into a terrible fight. It wasn’t hunters; a homeless person had come across the Jagg, the last cub to be taken, and was fixing to eat her. He was half-starved and filthy, but he had a gun. Jagg’s father was quite valiant. He appeared as a human, trying to reason with the starving man. He claimed that Jagg was his pet.

But the homeless man wasn’t fooled. Or maybe he was half-mad with hunger. Either way, he was determined to have Jagg as his meal. Jagg’s father was forced to attack him. In his fear, he accidentally revealed himself as a wolf. The homeless person was scared witless; he tried to flee. But there couldn’t be rumours of a wolf in the area. Jagg’s father slew the man, and took Jagg quickly. He met with his wife, who was carrying Inox to the new hiding spot, traveling all the way with three bullets in his thigh and ankle.



Things got a bit better from that point on. Jagg’s new home wasn’t put into danger, and the hunter’s campaign relaxed for a while. When she and her siblings were two months of, her parents joined a group of homeless people living in some abandoned metro tunnels. They received community support, and no one asked questions. Everyone was down there for a reason; lupine lifestyle wasn’t strange, or no one was nosy about it, at least.

Jagg grew up very much aware of the pressures of the society she lived in. After a while, her mother had to explain why the other children smelled different. This was all right. But when Jagg asked why they had to always be like the humans, the answer was both frightening and unsatisfactory.

“Some of the humans don’t like wolves. They’d put you in a cage, or hurt you, if they saw that you were a wolf.”

Jagg knew her mother wasn’t telling her everything. But, she felt it would break some sort of taboo if she asked for more.

When she was four months old, Jagg started exploring outside her home. She ran the streets with her siblings and the other grubby human children. They mostly stayed near the metro entrances and boltholes, though. Even at that young age, the younglings were aware of the danger. They’d seen killings. And Jagg had dim recollections of her father’s violent escapades for her sake, and the loudness of the night she was moved.

When Jagg played, she quickly learned to cover up how much faster and stronger she was. And she didn’t play contact games; just kickball and stuff.

At seven months, Jagg parents started to relax a little. Hunters had mostly moved out of the area, food was easy. Danger was at a minimum. (which was still considerably more than what we face.) Jagg and her siblings started to have “night missions”. Jagg was sort of the leader, for both the human children and in her litter. At night, they would go out, completely as wolves. They would go high up into the city, and into the more dangerous parts. They did things and went places they would never dare with their human friends. They were naïve to the danger; but it was good training for their physical and stealth skills.

As they got older, Jagg’s parents taught her how to control how she appeared as a human. This was important; since wolves aged faster than humans, they had to tweak their human form so that it appeared the same age as their young companions.

One day, disaster struck. Almost without even a whisper of warning, the hunters had crept back into the city. Jagg and her gang had been careless in their nighttime haunting; rumours of wolves had been spreading, and had drawn the hunters like carrion birds.

They slaughter Jagg’s parents on their daily outing for food. Jagg and her siblings had no warning; the hunters came at dusk, and completely ransacked the homeless groups’ camp. Jagg and her siblings scattered, along with the rest of the humans. But they were easily spotted; no humans ran so fast that they blurred slightly when jumping or turning. Jagg escaped with her life; but she had no idea if Tyrs and Inox escaped too.

Jagg has been running for the past three years. She never stayed long in any place; but slowly, the continued strife, danger, and wolf-hatred got to her, forming her bitter and bristly character.

Mates: N/A

Pups/cubs/eggs?: : N/A

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