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Jager Othello

”---Life as we know it is full of surprises---”

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Birth Name: Jager Othello
Character Aliases: Nemesis Hunter
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birth Date: March 18
Rank Status: Stern Ritter

Vandenreich Epithet: Q- The Question

Appearance:
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Jager's hair takes on a a shiny metallic silver that is at once striking and distinguished. Long and straight his hair flows like a river from his slightly peaked brow down to his waist; generally tied back into a streaming ponytail that swirls out behind Jager'sas he moves. A few locks of shorter hair drape pleasantly in front of his ears and also at the tip of his slightly peaked brow where they hang, serving as accents to the steady gaze of the eyes below. Jager cuts his hair from time to time. Finely arched silver eyebrows top gracefully slitted eyes which are often likened to a bird of prey. The eyes are slightly lidded, either in calculation or lazy consideration, but are always intense. They gleam purplish silver, made slightly darker than Jager's hair by the flecks black that almost seem to form dotted lines like spokes radiating from the axel of his pupils. These distinctive eyes draw the observer in deeper and seem to not only demand respect and obedience but to command it through their very being rather than a distinct effort.

Jager has a delicately sculpted face with high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical features. His pale skin sets off both his hair and eyes; free of blemish and free of facial hair. Further the aristocratically slender nose and perfectly proportioned mouth only add to the appearance of a rich pretty-boy. Each ear is pierced by a single earring; silver studs with tiny sapphires intricately cut. His face expression is usually with a cocky smile, crazed expression, or a look devoid of most emotions.On most days however, Jager is a cool guy. Through the years of his life, Jager focused first on boosting his flexibility and strengthening his “posterior chain”—a series of muscles that includes the gluteus, hamstrings, lower back, and others that support the spine and provide power, speed, and stability. He would call this the foundation of his body’s true core, focusing more on the definition of his muscles instead of strength training.

Jager's clothes consist of a white quincy attire Jacket. Under it is a purple and black shirt with a strange collar. He also wears a special set of black pants that comes from a fabric that's not easily ripped in combat. He wears small black combat boots and a small collar that he has for communication purposes in place of having a cellphone. Jager keeps his Bluetooth with him at all times. the pants has two silver chains attached to a gray pouch, which is a substitute pocket for his gint. Before a battle, jager almost always removes his jacket. In times that hes not working so serious, Jager dresses up as a prep student in casual clothing.

Personality:

Jager excels at implementing ideas and are often on the lookout for good ideas worthy of their attention. They are quick to organize, orchestrate, find resources, coordinate, and follow through to the end of a project. They love a problem, especially one that will make full use of their competencies, their logic and sense of order, justice and fair play. Jager finds competition to be stimulating and fun. "These are the rules of the game now let us play." Fairness is sharing and respecting the same set of rules, so may the best one win. And since he readily acknowledge that there will be a winner and a loser, Jager would simply much rather be the winner. So he hones his strategies on the fine knife of experience and sharpen his skills to meet the next challenge head on.

Jager loves having greater challenges bestowed on him as a result of having successfully met the last, as this attests to his competence and skills. Jager might appear dispassionate because of his impersonal and objective approach, but close observation will reveal deep passion and enthusiasm as well as sensitivity, especially to cherished ones. However he expects others to roll up their sleeves as they do and meet the task in spite of personal hardships or discomfort. Jager has little tolerance for personal whims that threaten a smooth running operation. He is direct and honest with most things that displease him and expect others to do the same. Jager's humanity shows in his sense of fairness and justice as well as his love of humour.

Fighting Style

Combat Style Overview Specialist

Level 3
—Handkampf
Level 2
—Ginto
Level 2
—Reishi/Reiatsu
Level 2
—Cross
Level 3

Once Upon A Time

History:
My name is Jager Othello;. My place of birth was in New York, Queens, the hospital was called North Shore University. I only know about my mom, Alicia Othello. I was never too sure of who my dad was, the only thing that my mom told me about him was the fact that he was in the military. His name was Francis Othello, and he was a very estimable man. My mom studied psychology and sociology; she received a master’s degree in both the respectable issues. Alicia Othello was a psychologist that conducted studies and experiments with human beings, and she helped many people cope with their mental disorders. She retired as a Quincy after having Jager, but could hardly stay away from the spiritual world she attempted to leave behind. So in the end, she used her psychology background to serve individuals with special cases, people that were spiritually aware but didn’t contain any logical explanations for what they witnessed. That was her own way of repentance for backing out of a family tradition of destroying hollows, and raising me only adds to the challenge when I had the potential to become spiritually aware as well.

My childhood was pretty mediocre; nothing really went on when it came to spiritual activity. I didn’t receive a lot of exposure, so I think it hindered my growth in a way. Frankly speaking, I lived in an A-frame house, and the structure always seemed so weird and unnatural compared to the neighbors living next to me. I also took in a german shepherd named Marcus, and he was my only friend for the time being when I was growing up. We did everything together, and he was very overprotective of me. Football was my favorite sport, and I tried my best to keep up with the Jets whenever they played on tv. Sadly, no matter how average and friendly I seemed, there was a few bullies on my block that seemed to get a hard on when they picked on me. The extensive bullying was taken too far when they pushed me off my bike and attempted to steal it. I hit my head on the ground pretty rough on the cement pavement, and scarred my left eyebrow. Marcus was a guard dog, and overreacted when he saw me get assaulted. He bit one of the bullies on the leg and wouldn’t let go. The screams of help were heard around the neighborhood, and attracted police officer who was doing usual rounds. The current setting before him was sending different signals as opposed to what actually happened, and he shot Marcus in the face.

I cried for days, I just lost my best friend in the whole wide world. My mom tried her best to console me, but I spent most of my time locked In my room. Even so, I would hear occasional barks and see Marcus whimpering next to his grave. I never understood what that meant, I thought he died. I never told my mom because I didn’t want her to think that I was crazy, and Marcus continued to do this for a week at sundown. I eventually came outside to comfort him, but it wasn’t easy. I apologized to him, I hugged him, and I told him how much I hated myself for letting him go. Marcus looked at me with his honest eyes, as if he understood every word, and telling me that it wasn’t my fault. He then disappeared, and I never saw him again. I backed out my room again, spiraling into depression at the tender age of seven. My mom decided that it was time to visit my grandparents In Florida, a small vacation to get over the demise of my dog. This would also be the first time I flew in an airplane.

Florida has been just like queens in a sense, quiet and isolated up to a certain point. It was a good place for people to retire, just like my grandparents did. However, the house of my grandparents was one of the most interesting places I have ever been to in my entire life. The house was like a small museum, with portraits of men and women in white outfits. These people were called Quincy, and I was apparently among their ranks. However, I would continue to play it off as a children's story until I realized something more concrete, and that something led to observing the creation of a bow for the first time. I was astounded and shocked, no other magic trick could compare to what I witnessed. I stayed there for a month, and was taught the very basics of Quincy techniques and tactics. However, I didn’t get my Mekkayu around this time; my mother thought I was too young to take on such a world. Though, there was no way I was going to complain about it, there were plenty of other tricks that my grandparents taught me to keep my interest. One of these abilities was the Quincy’s own form of chemistry in a sense, liquid capsules of Reishi that you can invoke with a few chants. Another was my personal favorite that I picked up on very quickly, making Reishi flow into the blood vessels to produce a beneficial effect in the body.

Yet, even with all these amazing techniques that was taught to me, I didn’t know the true meaning as to why they were taught to me in the first place. Is it merely because it's a tradition? Either way, I had different ambitions as to what I would use my newfound power for, and those days at my grandparents’ house marked the actions I would take in the future. After coming back to Queens from vacation, I started using my abilities to cheat in sports, and for other personal gains.

The next few years passed by like a blur, the only relevant time worth mentioning was my high school days. At the age of fourteen, I was the center of attention at my high school during my freshman years. Plenty of stories were backing me; tales of my success in my neighborhood football team got the varsity football team literally begging me to join. I loved it; I also enjoyed the perks that came with being on the squad. Usually, if you’re not doing well in a class, you fail off the squad. Nonetheless, because of my feigned athletic prowess, I was regarded as a prodigy that stood as the hope for the school, and I got a bunch of free passes because of it. The blacking high school probably had one of the most intimidating names and fantastic fan base, but they never won a championship. I guess you could say I took advantage of the opportunity, those who lack spiritual perception could hardly see that the feats I performed were simply based off the Quincy techniques I learned when I was a kid. These tools led me to become one of the most resilient football players on the squad, and I continued to milk them throughout the school year.

And yes, like all teenagers, there’s always that one experience of love that can either change your life for the better or worse. Her name was Diana Ross, and the surprising thing is that she wasn’t the most popular girl in school, but she was one of the smartest. Dana was the daughter of the coach for the football team, and sometimes she would help her dad make unique plays that we can take to our advantage. Half of those plays were centered on me, and we always worked and conversed closely because of it. I don’t know the exact time I fell in love with her, but I just had a feeling that she was special. Besides football, I had a small passion of being a mechanic. My mom was always busy, so I had to help around the house and learn how to save money by fixing things myself. I began to really shine in my self-appointed trade when I chanced upon a broken down car. I think of that car like it was just yesterday I found it, it was a 1969 CHEVELLE SS. The car reminded me of a bumblebee, with black and yellow stripes. I drove that car like it was my love child, I even used it to hold my license earlier on.

It was definitely a good life for me, but that was going to change soon, and the change was violent and unnatural. Now that I think of it, maybe it Is natural when it comes to someone who is spiritually aware, it was simply a matter of time before my special skills attracted a hollow that was sheer enough to feed during broad daylight at my football. So what was worse, the fact that I got attacked, or the fact that I managed to escape, with the cost of a few lives? I guess they were both as equally bad, on top of the fact that a cero was shot right where the bleachers are at the stadium, was right where my girlfriend was staying. I knew this, because she was sitting around the closest entrance to our locker rooms, the opposite side of the arena. I was mortified, a few weeks before graduation and I missed one of the most significant people in my life that I wanted to spend it with. However, a man in black came by to attack the hollow, and murdered it viciously

This was actually my first contact with a hollow in all the years of my life, the same could be said for a Shinigami, the only men in black I heard about in school was the FBI. So I think that’s fantastic , prom and graduation was reverted into preparations with numerous of funerals, with the cause of death being passed on as a nearby gas explosion. Depression wasn’t the exact word for it, I was truly tormented by the fact that I missed someone important to me again. I hated it, I hated the hollows for what they done and I swore to myself to never let that happen again. It was around that time that I trained extensively in order to join Vandenreich, hoping that my power could one day even the odds. I had questions about this world, our purpose if we Quincy were such an anomaly. As I continue to search for the answer, I will live on.

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