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PLAYER INFORMATION-
Name/Nickname: Molly
AIM/E-mail/Contact: singswithtrees@hotmail.com
LJ: singswithtrees
CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Canon Character and Series: Captain Vole, Girl Genius
In-Game Name: Major Vole
Age: 270
Gender: male
Position & Ship (first and second choice for position please): Strategist or Seaman, Victoria II
Appearance: Major Vole is someone who could never hide in a crowd, even if he wanted to. Standing a good seven feet tall (a foot or so extra, with his ostentatious hat), with shoulders that measure three feet across, you couldn't mistake him for anyone else. He's the very figure of an idealized military man, with a trim waist, well-muscled chest and arms, and a square jaw that's usually set in either a snarl or a sneer. Vole keeps his black hair regulation length, and is always clean-shaven. His uniform is always meticulously pressed, the buttons polished to a bright brass shine. If he were human, he would be the perfect iconic soldier.
Vole, though, is a monster, by his own admission. Many years ago, he took the Jagerdraught along with several others of the Heterodynes' best soldiers, and the transformation that it wrought has made those good looks unnerving. In addition to the pointed ears, sharp teeth, and talon-like claws that pretty much every Jagermonster grows, Vole's arms are now longer than they should be, ending in outsized hands that reach to his knees. His skin is a light teal, and his eyes are a solid black, with no discernable pupils or irises.
Personality: Unusually for a former Jager, Major Vole is a consummate perfectionist. He follows orders to the letter, which can result in them being taken far more literally than they were intended. He will also use any orderes given to fulfill a personal vendetta, so long as doing so doesn't get in the way of his duty. If executing his superior's orders can offer him an opportunity to take out a rival for promotion or an enemy, he will cheerfully do so. Vole has few friends, and this has never bothered him. The structure and purpose that he finds in military work is fulfillment enough for him, and friends just tie you down and make you weak. Only the strong survive, and the Major is determined to be one of them. The closest that the Major will get to being at all companionable is defending his crewmates or fellow soldiers. This is less out of any sense of benevolence or appreciation of having a common purpose than it is an attempt to keep from losing his rank again, after the humiliation of being kicked out by the Jagers. If a fight comes down to either dying with the rest of his fellows or saving his own hide, Vole will remove himself from the situation as quickly as he can. There are very few things that he would consider a serious threat to his life, however, so this hasn't come up in the line of duty yet. When worst comes to worst, though, he knows who's more important.
Hand-in-hand with his lack of comrades is both a professional and presonal disinterest in romance of any sort. For the Major, it's a silly game that other people play, and which he wants no part of. Once they get past the exterior, most people wouldn't be likely to desire Vole as a romantic partner anyhow, but if he were approached by anyone, he'd likely brush them off and tell them that it would be a waste of time for both of them. Vole is focused on his duty to prove himself a valuable asset to the Ivonan forces and on his lust for vengeance, and any emotions that someone might have regarding him will be met with a sneer and a cold shoulder.
Beneath the almost desperate striving for perfection is a cruel streak a mile wide. Even if he defected from the Jagerkin, and no longer considers himself one of them, he still has all of their instincts and shares the same sadistic sense of humor, which has only been strengthened over the long years of his now effectively immortal existence. Vole has no compunctions at all about killing women and children, the elderly, or any other target, and looks forward to killing sentient creatures with more than the usual pleasure that a loyal Jager will express. The monstrous side of him is tightly controlled and regulated, like everything else in his life, but when it's let loose for more than a threatening grin or a particularly gruesome threat, all hell breaks loose.
Abilities/Weapons: With Jager stamina and the brutish strength that comes with it, Vole is no one to mess with if you want all of your limbs returned to their proper sockets. His hearing, eyesight, and sense of smell are all beyond that of a normal human. Besides his teeth and claws, Major Vole carries a standard service revolver, sized a tad bigger than the one usually issued so that it actually fits his hand. He usually relies on his outlandish size and his fists to get him through a fight, turning to his revolver only when he needs to hit a target from a distance.
How well can your character hack?: Vole is, first and foremost, a soldier. Jagerkin in general aren't that bright when it comes to understanding how to hack, and Vole, while a bit brighter than the average Jager, can't hack more than an Easy hackability. There are far more important things for a military man to be able to do than to hack journal networks. He leaves that to the intelligence officers, and in turn expects them to leave the physical work and guns to him. When everyone has their place and knows it, the system works far more smoothly. The Major does, however, understand that it would be dangerous to include any information that he's learned in a journal entry that would be as poorly encrypted as any one that he typed up, and so prefers to report to his superiors in person.
Weaknesses: Though his height may be an advantage when it comes to intimidating enemies or reaching things on the top shelf in the armory, most furniture and doorways simply aren't made to accomodate someone of the Major's size. His uniforms and furnishings have to be custom-made, and can often take longer to be finished. He's also a victim of traditional Jager intelligence from time to time. Vole makes a concerted effort to understand orders and carry them out, but can sometimes be obtuse at the worst moments.
The lack of comrades is also one of Major Vole's downfalls. He's feared and respected in the Ivonan military, but not liked, and anyone who's heard the rumors that follow him wherever he goes is unlikely to trust him much. After all, if he turned on one army, what would there be to stop him from turning on another? Vole has had to fight for the trust that he's gained, and even then, superior officers tend to keep him at arms' length. His former comrades, the rest of the Jagerkin, would pretty much universally like to take him out, and he bears no fond feelings for them, either. In his opinion, they're all weaklings who can't let go of their dead masters, and they see him as the ultimate traitor.
His personal hatred of the other Jagerkin and the family that he once served can also be detrimental to his following orders. Vole tries not to let his personal vendettas come first, but his temper often gets the better of him, and woe to anyone who gets between him and the target of his anger. He will sharply correct anyone who dares to call him a Jager, as that title belongs to those still loyal to the Heterodynes.
History: The monster known these days as Major Vole was born human, and had an unremarkable childhood as the only child of a merchant couple in Mechanicsburg, a busy if smaller than the reputation would suggest town in the southern Badlands. His parents were proud to have their son, a bright student as well as an excellent help around the shop, enter into the service of the Heterodynes, the local ruling family. Vole proved his worth to his new masters many times over in a variety of military campaigns, gaining promotions quickly, until as the best of the best that their forces had to offer, he was given the Jagerdraught. A potion that only the very hardiest survived, it transformed him into a thing out of nightmares. Major Vole, in an oath called the Jagertroth, pledged his undying fealty to the Heterodynes, and until recently, served the family with terrifying fervor.
As the generations of the family went by, however, to Vole's eyes, the blood that carried the madness that the family was infamous for thinned, until it resulted in the most recent scions of the Heterodynes, Bill and Barry. They were heroes as opposed to tyrants, and therefore weak. The ancestral lands were being lost to Vohemar on one side and Ivona on the other, and Vole began to sicken of being on the losing side of things. He talked openly of rebellion and of renouncing the Jagertroth, and about twenty years ago, his actions resulted in a confrontation with the Generals of the Jager army. Besides himself and the Generals, none of the other Jagerkin know the exact details of what happened in that confrontation, and he doesn't speak of it. Vole was uncermoniously kicked out of the Jagerkin, the only person ever to be so dishonored, and is now an object of great disdain for the rest of the Jagermonsters.
Once out on his own, he decided to defect to the military force that he saw as the strongest in Reial. The Ivonan commanders were surprised but pleased to have him on their side, and it wasn't long before Vole was working his way up to the role of Major. He's recently heard about a certain pirate ship that has Jagerkin among its crew, including one of the Generals who stripped him of his identity, and Major Vole requested a transfer to the Victoria II to be able to go after the pirates and to serve under an Admiral whose work he greatly admires.
SAMPLES-
Third Person (roleplay):
It was obvious to Vole that the crowd was only minutes away from outright mob behavior, and it was his job to stop that. He would much rather have been sent off to obtain black market weapons from Boston in the fall, but he was the most capable man the Ivonan military had for the job. His size alone tended to quiet crowds down almost instantly, and with the revolver that he carried, they were unlikely to push beyond the barriers that he and his men had set up.
"Hoy!" the Major shouted, outsized revolver held up in the air above his head. Firing a single shot, he smiled disdainfully as the people jostled each other in their hurry to get away from the loud report of the weapon. "Anybody vhat izn't out of our vay in thirty seconds gets a taste of dis. Any takers?"
The crowd was utterly silent, and Major Vole was sorely disappointed. There never were any takers.
Oh well. He'd just have to make that decision for them.
First Person (journal): My old loyalties are non-existent, sir, and I am proud to be serving under an Admiral of such renown as yourself. Those filthy pirates deserve everything they get, and I will be pleased to personally disembowel every last one of those weaklings who call themselves Jagerkin.
And thank you for the offer, but I prefer coffee to tea.
Name/Nickname: Molly
AIM/E-mail/Contact: singswithtrees@hotmail.com
LJ: singswithtrees
CHARACTER INFORMATION-
Canon Character and Series: Captain Vole, Girl Genius
In-Game Name: Major Vole
Age: 270
Gender: male
Position & Ship (first and second choice for position please): Strategist or Seaman, Victoria II
Appearance: Major Vole is someone who could never hide in a crowd, even if he wanted to. Standing a good seven feet tall (a foot or so extra, with his ostentatious hat), with shoulders that measure three feet across, you couldn't mistake him for anyone else. He's the very figure of an idealized military man, with a trim waist, well-muscled chest and arms, and a square jaw that's usually set in either a snarl or a sneer. Vole keeps his black hair regulation length, and is always clean-shaven. His uniform is always meticulously pressed, the buttons polished to a bright brass shine. If he were human, he would be the perfect iconic soldier.
Vole, though, is a monster, by his own admission. Many years ago, he took the Jagerdraught along with several others of the Heterodynes' best soldiers, and the transformation that it wrought has made those good looks unnerving. In addition to the pointed ears, sharp teeth, and talon-like claws that pretty much every Jagermonster grows, Vole's arms are now longer than they should be, ending in outsized hands that reach to his knees. His skin is a light teal, and his eyes are a solid black, with no discernable pupils or irises.
Personality: Unusually for a former Jager, Major Vole is a consummate perfectionist. He follows orders to the letter, which can result in them being taken far more literally than they were intended. He will also use any orderes given to fulfill a personal vendetta, so long as doing so doesn't get in the way of his duty. If executing his superior's orders can offer him an opportunity to take out a rival for promotion or an enemy, he will cheerfully do so. Vole has few friends, and this has never bothered him. The structure and purpose that he finds in military work is fulfillment enough for him, and friends just tie you down and make you weak. Only the strong survive, and the Major is determined to be one of them. The closest that the Major will get to being at all companionable is defending his crewmates or fellow soldiers. This is less out of any sense of benevolence or appreciation of having a common purpose than it is an attempt to keep from losing his rank again, after the humiliation of being kicked out by the Jagers. If a fight comes down to either dying with the rest of his fellows or saving his own hide, Vole will remove himself from the situation as quickly as he can. There are very few things that he would consider a serious threat to his life, however, so this hasn't come up in the line of duty yet. When worst comes to worst, though, he knows who's more important.
Hand-in-hand with his lack of comrades is both a professional and presonal disinterest in romance of any sort. For the Major, it's a silly game that other people play, and which he wants no part of. Once they get past the exterior, most people wouldn't be likely to desire Vole as a romantic partner anyhow, but if he were approached by anyone, he'd likely brush them off and tell them that it would be a waste of time for both of them. Vole is focused on his duty to prove himself a valuable asset to the Ivonan forces and on his lust for vengeance, and any emotions that someone might have regarding him will be met with a sneer and a cold shoulder.
Beneath the almost desperate striving for perfection is a cruel streak a mile wide. Even if he defected from the Jagerkin, and no longer considers himself one of them, he still has all of their instincts and shares the same sadistic sense of humor, which has only been strengthened over the long years of his now effectively immortal existence. Vole has no compunctions at all about killing women and children, the elderly, or any other target, and looks forward to killing sentient creatures with more than the usual pleasure that a loyal Jager will express. The monstrous side of him is tightly controlled and regulated, like everything else in his life, but when it's let loose for more than a threatening grin or a particularly gruesome threat, all hell breaks loose.
Abilities/Weapons: With Jager stamina and the brutish strength that comes with it, Vole is no one to mess with if you want all of your limbs returned to their proper sockets. His hearing, eyesight, and sense of smell are all beyond that of a normal human. Besides his teeth and claws, Major Vole carries a standard service revolver, sized a tad bigger than the one usually issued so that it actually fits his hand. He usually relies on his outlandish size and his fists to get him through a fight, turning to his revolver only when he needs to hit a target from a distance.
How well can your character hack?: Vole is, first and foremost, a soldier. Jagerkin in general aren't that bright when it comes to understanding how to hack, and Vole, while a bit brighter than the average Jager, can't hack more than an Easy hackability. There are far more important things for a military man to be able to do than to hack journal networks. He leaves that to the intelligence officers, and in turn expects them to leave the physical work and guns to him. When everyone has their place and knows it, the system works far more smoothly. The Major does, however, understand that it would be dangerous to include any information that he's learned in a journal entry that would be as poorly encrypted as any one that he typed up, and so prefers to report to his superiors in person.
Weaknesses: Though his height may be an advantage when it comes to intimidating enemies or reaching things on the top shelf in the armory, most furniture and doorways simply aren't made to accomodate someone of the Major's size. His uniforms and furnishings have to be custom-made, and can often take longer to be finished. He's also a victim of traditional Jager intelligence from time to time. Vole makes a concerted effort to understand orders and carry them out, but can sometimes be obtuse at the worst moments.
The lack of comrades is also one of Major Vole's downfalls. He's feared and respected in the Ivonan military, but not liked, and anyone who's heard the rumors that follow him wherever he goes is unlikely to trust him much. After all, if he turned on one army, what would there be to stop him from turning on another? Vole has had to fight for the trust that he's gained, and even then, superior officers tend to keep him at arms' length. His former comrades, the rest of the Jagerkin, would pretty much universally like to take him out, and he bears no fond feelings for them, either. In his opinion, they're all weaklings who can't let go of their dead masters, and they see him as the ultimate traitor.
His personal hatred of the other Jagerkin and the family that he once served can also be detrimental to his following orders. Vole tries not to let his personal vendettas come first, but his temper often gets the better of him, and woe to anyone who gets between him and the target of his anger. He will sharply correct anyone who dares to call him a Jager, as that title belongs to those still loyal to the Heterodynes.
History: The monster known these days as Major Vole was born human, and had an unremarkable childhood as the only child of a merchant couple in Mechanicsburg, a busy if smaller than the reputation would suggest town in the southern Badlands. His parents were proud to have their son, a bright student as well as an excellent help around the shop, enter into the service of the Heterodynes, the local ruling family. Vole proved his worth to his new masters many times over in a variety of military campaigns, gaining promotions quickly, until as the best of the best that their forces had to offer, he was given the Jagerdraught. A potion that only the very hardiest survived, it transformed him into a thing out of nightmares. Major Vole, in an oath called the Jagertroth, pledged his undying fealty to the Heterodynes, and until recently, served the family with terrifying fervor.
As the generations of the family went by, however, to Vole's eyes, the blood that carried the madness that the family was infamous for thinned, until it resulted in the most recent scions of the Heterodynes, Bill and Barry. They were heroes as opposed to tyrants, and therefore weak. The ancestral lands were being lost to Vohemar on one side and Ivona on the other, and Vole began to sicken of being on the losing side of things. He talked openly of rebellion and of renouncing the Jagertroth, and about twenty years ago, his actions resulted in a confrontation with the Generals of the Jager army. Besides himself and the Generals, none of the other Jagerkin know the exact details of what happened in that confrontation, and he doesn't speak of it. Vole was uncermoniously kicked out of the Jagerkin, the only person ever to be so dishonored, and is now an object of great disdain for the rest of the Jagermonsters.
Once out on his own, he decided to defect to the military force that he saw as the strongest in Reial. The Ivonan commanders were surprised but pleased to have him on their side, and it wasn't long before Vole was working his way up to the role of Major. He's recently heard about a certain pirate ship that has Jagerkin among its crew, including one of the Generals who stripped him of his identity, and Major Vole requested a transfer to the Victoria II to be able to go after the pirates and to serve under an Admiral whose work he greatly admires.
SAMPLES-
Third Person (roleplay):
It was obvious to Vole that the crowd was only minutes away from outright mob behavior, and it was his job to stop that. He would much rather have been sent off to obtain black market weapons from Boston in the fall, but he was the most capable man the Ivonan military had for the job. His size alone tended to quiet crowds down almost instantly, and with the revolver that he carried, they were unlikely to push beyond the barriers that he and his men had set up.
"Hoy!" the Major shouted, outsized revolver held up in the air above his head. Firing a single shot, he smiled disdainfully as the people jostled each other in their hurry to get away from the loud report of the weapon. "Anybody vhat izn't out of our vay in thirty seconds gets a taste of dis. Any takers?"
The crowd was utterly silent, and Major Vole was sorely disappointed. There never were any takers.
Oh well. He'd just have to make that decision for them.
First Person (journal): My old loyalties are non-existent, sir, and I am proud to be serving under an Admiral of such renown as yourself. Those filthy pirates deserve everything they get, and I will be pleased to personally disembowel every last one of those weaklings who call themselves Jagerkin.
And thank you for the offer, but I prefer coffee to tea.