Jager Luth
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| Military Information | |
|---|---|
| Callsign |
Jager |
| Specialty | |
| Rank | |
| Position | |
| Squad | |
| Platoon | |
| Company |
Phoenix Company |
| Battalion |
Dragon Battalion |
| Regiment | |
| Division | |
| Biographical Information | |
| Homeworld | |
| Age |
27 |
| Species |
Human |
| Gender |
Male |
| Skin Color |
Caucasian |
| Height |
6'1" |
| Weight |
90kg |
| Hair Color |
short, Ashen |
| Facial Hair |
Five o'clock shadow |
| Eye Color |
dull brown |
| Scars |
Disfiguring facial scarring |
| Tattoos |
N/A |
| Cybernetics |
In-obvious right hand, |
| Personal Information | |
| Affiliation | |
| Nicknames |
Pending |
| Family |
Tatooine Moisture Farmers |
| Fighting Styles |
Cheap and Dirty |
| Profession |
StormTrooper |
Jager Luth is a killer, Plain and simple. He is first and for most an infiltration expert, with notable prowess in reconnaissance, marksmanship, close quarter combat and specialist operations. During his time he has been many things. A low level ganger, a Stormtrooper with the Vast Empire, a traitor to that same organisation, an Intelligence agent and a mercenary. The years have not been kind to him, leaving his body scarred and marked for his deeds. Most notable of them is the fissure that crosses the left hand side of his face.
Biography[edit]
Appearance Jager comes in at just under six-two; weighs one hundred and seventy five pounds; sports short, ashen hair with a rough stubble around his jawline. Like most scouts, he is muscular and lean, built for endurance and not for brute strength. His lean frame is covered in pale, discolored flesh and riddled with scar tissue and synth-flesh. He is a man who carries his deeds on his body, with the most notable being a disfiguring facial scar that runs from the base of his hairline to just above his jaw, the result of a sharpnel wound that also claimed his eye, and a cybernetic right hand. Most assume his gaze to be cycloptic, passing the milky left as an exploitable weakness, but are surprised to find it perfectly functional thanks to a replaced granted to him by Imperial augmentations. Regardless, few can stand in his presence and not feel a sense of foreboding and dread which hangs around him like a flock of carrion birds. He speaks in a deadpan, often skipping right to the point of things, rather then dance around issues.
Personality Jager is a cunning, calculating and ruthless hunter who possesses a determination and resolve that have kept him going even through the toughest of situations. He also lacks any empathy for the galaxy at large and those around him, serving to drive people away leaving most to assume him as a loner by nature. He is a man who has no boundaries and will eagerly cross any line if it means he will accomplish his goals. As a result of his path in life, he has become comfortable around death. Life holds little value to him, and the lives of those around him hold even less. There is only the task at hand, and failure is never an option, regardless of the cost.
Early life[edit]
The Dune sea His story begins on the backwater world of Tatooine. A ramshackle collection of spaceports and townships scattered across a bleak and inhospitable desert world. A world run by criminal overlords and corrupt trans-galactic corporations, a world where life is cheap, short and brutal. It was in this environment that he spent his early years working on a homestead for his large family. Life was simple and peaceful, but it was also boring. As he slowly grew towards maturity he yearned for adventure and excitement that the life of a farmer simply couldn't offer. So, upon stealing a landspeeder from the homestead, he escaped and headed for the spaceports.
It was there he quickly fell into a life of crime. For many on the wastes it was the only way. Uneducated, unskilled youths from all across the deserts were sold stories of grandeur, of luxury and of adventure by pirate outfits and criminal groups, eager to recruit fresh meat into their ranks. It was there he found a place as a courier of sorts, running contraband and information all over the maze of streets that made up the spaceport. For a short time he had found a nice niche that filled both his wonderlust and his desire for the finer things in life, but like all things it ended abruptly with a power struggle within the organisation he worked for. It was in the ensuing struggle that he lost his right hand, and was fortunant enough to be picked up by Imperial recruiters scouring the slums for fresh meat for their ranks.
Wearing the white Life in the corps was no easier then that of the life in the slums of dunes. It was still short, brutal and pointless; but now it came with a hollow purpose. To bring order to a galaxy divided. He was assigned to storm platoon, with a squad dubbed 'Jester'. It was there under the tutelage of the then Platoon sergeant Kami Sharpe that he once again found purpose. Though he was the squad smart-ass, his career quickly found purchase as he began to steadily climb the ranks, all the while accumulating a dozen citations and medals for his prowess. It seemed as though he had finally found his place in life a
Eradiu Attacks on Vast Empire held trade lanes had prompted the high command to launch an assault on Eriadu, a primary world in the Seswenna sector. His star had risen, along with the Jesters, to hold some regard in the Corps. Because of this the army high command had tasked its premier squad with eliminating Colonel Ellrich Alfonso, commander of the New Republic forces on the planet.
They went down in the first wave, hoping to use the advantage of surprise to its full effect. The fighting in the city was some of the most brutal that the squad had yet seen, but they persisted.
- Bah, i'll finish it later*
