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Name: Jakob Hunt AKA “D”
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Agent
Age: 22
Height: 5’ 10
Weight: 155
Appearance: His hair is long, messy, and unkempt. He neck, and bottom half of his face, burned beyond former recognition. The cloths he wears are simple. Loose, ripped jeans, a white t-shirt covered with blood, a light jacket to keep him warm. From a distance he looks like the saddest man that ever lived. Yet his eyes tell the true story. They are brown, but never seem to focus. Behind lies a complexity, and a horror that no man wishes to see. His very stair can’t help but make you feel cold.
Weapons: Two throwing knives, a switchblade, a combat knife, and a handgun. Also possesses a small ruby which he wears on a chain around his neck, under his shirt. The ruby gives him unnatural accuracy.
Bio: He grew up with an abusive father, and a mother who possessed the wings. When he was 15 agents came to his house and captured his mother. He and his father chased them, ending up with his father dead, and his face badly burned. He was taken to the compound that they were holding his mother and was forced to aid the scientist in experiments. Slowly he began to loose all since of morality. The lines between right and wrong became blurred. And then the agents started training him. They taught him to look for signs of the wings, how to capture without killing, all the necessaries for becoming an agent. As a final test of his loyalty he was told to kill his mother. He did it without remorse, enjoying every minute of it. They he was sent on his own to hunt down and captured the Winged, but not before taking on the name “D”.
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Agent
Age: 22
Height: 5’ 10
Weight: 155
Appearance: His hair is long, messy, and unkempt. He neck, and bottom half of his face, burned beyond former recognition. The cloths he wears are simple. Loose, ripped jeans, a white t-shirt covered with blood, a light jacket to keep him warm. From a distance he looks like the saddest man that ever lived. Yet his eyes tell the true story. They are brown, but never seem to focus. Behind lies a complexity, and a horror that no man wishes to see. His very stair can’t help but make you feel cold.
Weapons: Two throwing knives, a switchblade, a combat knife, and a handgun. Also possesses a small ruby which he wears on a chain around his neck, under his shirt. The ruby gives him unnatural accuracy.
Bio: He grew up with an abusive father, and a mother who possessed the wings. When he was 15 agents came to his house and captured his mother. He and his father chased them, ending up with his father dead, and his face badly burned. He was taken to the compound that they were holding his mother and was forced to aid the scientist in experiments. Slowly he began to loose all since of morality. The lines between right and wrong became blurred. And then the agents started training him. They taught him to look for signs of the wings, how to capture without killing, all the necessaries for becoming an agent. As a final test of his loyalty he was told to kill his mother. He did it without remorse, enjoying every minute of it. They he was sent on his own to hunt down and captured the Winged, but not before taking on the name “D”.
