Jagu
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Jagu in combat gear | |
| Jagu | |
| Player: @Jagu | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Stalker |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | None |
| Known Aliases: | Jagu |
| Species: | Half human, half jaguar |
| Age: | Appears 26 |
| Height: | 5'9" |
| Weight: | Unknown |
| Eye Color: | Golden yellow |
| Hair Color: | Black. Fur: Very near pure black, with pure black spots visible in the right light |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Unknown |
| Occupation: | Mercenary |
| Place of Birth: | Crey laboratory in Paragon City |
| Base of Operations: | The Rogue Isles |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Calculated Cataclysm (adopted brother) |
| Known Powers | |
| Claws, Ninjutsu, Leaping, Mu Mastery | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Although she mainly relies on her claws in combat, her most dangerous weapon is her exceptionally strong bite, which can easily crush through bone. When enemies are out of physical reach, she often falls back on minor powers of electricity control, which seem related to a single-sapphire necklace she wears at all times. | |
| Equipment | |
| Occasionally wears a (stolen) modified Crey powersuit | |
| Alignment: Rogue | |
Back story:
Jagu was born in a Crey genetic research facility as part of an experimental human hybridization project. Half human and half jaguar, she spent her early life in a laboratory cage, the subject of countless tests and trials. She was not entirely alone during this time, as the cages neighboring hers were occupied by her 4 litter-mates. They looked different from her though, golden with black and brown rosette spots, and this puzzled her. Jagu was the only one of her litter with melanistic fur coloring, and so from a very early age, she felt as though she was different. From early on, she unknowingly conditioned herself to sleep as much as possible - as it was the only escape from her prison she felt she would ever be able to achieve.
When Jagu and her litter-mates were 6 months old, (though appearing to be six years of human age due to accelerated hybrid development), the Crey hybridization project lost its funding and the facility had to be shut down. All experiments were slated to be destroyed. None of the hybrids in the facility were able to smell or taste the poison that was added to their next feeding.
Jagu was lost deep within a catnap, when she was awoken by a combination of sounds and scents. Odd sounds from her litter-mates... The scent of food... and the scent of blood. Jagu snapped awake upon noticing the latter and sprang up to look around her. All four of her litter-mates lay before their half-eaten meals, three of them crying out and trying to get on their feet with diminishing success, one of them laying still and simply struggling to breathe. Overwhelmed with terror and helplessness, she could do nothing to help as each of her siblings met their end. Deeply shocked and afraid, the sound of the laboratory door clattering open was enough to make her faint.
Jagu was awoken that night by having difficulty breathing. She was packed into a tight space with a plethora of confusing scents around her. Feeling around in the darkness, she found a plastic surface that gave way easily, and clawed her way through and out. She found herself outside, in a city alley. She suddenly remembered the fate of her brothers and sisters, and turned to see what she had climbed out of. It was a garbage bag. And when she looked, she saw amongst the trash a small golden-furred paw, motionless, with pale-white pads. Overtaken by the horror of what had happened, alone, terrified and lost, she began to run. She sprinted on young legs through the concrete jungle, and kept running until the lights and sounds and scents of Paragon city were far behind, and there was only wilderness, and darkness. She finally allowed herself to slow down, exhausted, and climbed up a nearby tree in hopes to survive her first night of freedom.
From that day on, Jagu has been alone. Driven by hunger and feral instinct, she quickly learned to hunt, scavenge, and survive. She found she had a natural talent for stalking prey, and hunting became her passion. When she reached adulthood, she decided to begin reintegrating herself into humanity, rather than remaining in the life of a wild predator. Already capable of basic English she learned in the Crey laboratory, she found work as a mercenary assassin, using the profits to begin actively studying human society. Although she found mercenary work to be different from hunting wild prey, she adapted quickly and excelled at her assignments. With endless feline curiosity, she educated herself in every field of information she could get her paws on.
Since attempting to return to Paragon City as a resident would simply land her in jail, she bought a ticket to the Rogue Isles, and made it her new home. She quickly made a name for herself as a skilled assassin with stealth and killer instinct unparalleled in pure humans. Finding plenty of work in her new hometown, she was able to continue her studies as she pleased. She now appears about 26 human years old, and still spends most of her time alone. Previously homeless, she currently lives at her workplace, in the Weapons Union dorms.
When she's not working, or sleeping (which she still spends a great deal of her time doing), she usually hangs out at the Pocket D. Although she sometimes hangs out with others, she does not speak often, and tends to keep to herself.
