Real name: Jacob Oliver Constantine
Codename: Thane
Age: Twenty-eight
Personality: Jacob is very Darwinian. He believes that those who have the strength, will and ingenuity to grab power and riches deserve their rewards, and the weak deserve their fate. He despises those who leech on the hard work of others, who have inherited all their money and fame. His ideal world would be one huge, never-ending arena; people continuously battling for control in a world where only the skilled survive.
He is very strategic, as he was the leader of a famed mercenary corps. He is not supernaturally talented, however; he is still an amazing tactician, but nothing that any other human could not achieve…
Jacob is capable at working in teams or by himself. He is a skilled commander, especially in the heat of a battle, but he can also take orders- as long as he doesn’t find them patently stupid, or if his prescience kicks in and tells him following them would be a very, very bad idea…
He can work alone for weeks at a time, not minding the isolation. He does not necessarily need to be given specific orders in this time, as he is able to set himself his own objectives based on the current situation.
Ability/power/s: Jacob is a man of simple skills. He can do one thing, and he can do it well. That thing is slice you into thirty pieces in the time it takes for you to blink. He is unstoppable in close-quarter’s combat, able to tear through armour and slash a bullet in half.
Jacob is prescient: he can instinctively tell the future. He always knows where enemy troop emplacements are going to be, where the ambush is set up, or how Corporal X will if Y occurs. This is entirely subconscious; even Jacob himself doesn’t know he possesses this skill. Most people- including him- just put it down to tactical genius. He often uses this in his swordfights; he predicts each movement before it occurs.
Weakness: Jacob is awesome to behold when wielding a sword. Not so much when wielding anything else. Jacob is only as good as a normal human when using such weapons; still good, but in no way on the same level as he is with a sword.
Furthermore, because Jacob’s prescience is instinctive, he cannot decide when he uses it. This means it is completely situational; sometimes he will know how events will unfold, sometimes he doesn’t. He cannot specifically predict where the gunman will shoot if told to. In other words, it is completely unreliable.
Extra: Jacob was the leader of a famed mercenary corps, one which was hired by corporations and small countries the world over. He led them from a small, obscure company in the Mexico to a global phenomenon renowned the world over. He was condemned by presidents, praised by dictators; his corps was the hard core of many of the revolutions and coups that have shaped recent history. He was the person you went to for help. He was the person you saw if you had a job so dangerous others wouldn’t touch it. He was the person you could always trust to finish the job, and finish it
well.
It didn’t last.
Just when Jacob thought nothing could stop him, that he was immortal, it fell apart. A series of failed contracts tore apart his reputation. The enemy always seemed to know where he was, to be one step ahead of him. His tactical genius wasn’t enough; he would fail again and again and again.
But Jacob refused to give up. He would claw his way back to the top. Nothing would stop him. He would carve his name through history, he would make the world remember his name. He found the perfect job, one that would bring back their reputation and their money. He inspired his men with his speech of returning to the top, to their rightful place in the world. They set out, zealous and willing to die for Jacob.
None of them returned. They were ambushed on the way to the site. Vicious anti-air missiles took down their transport helicopters, killing many. Those that still survived huddled around the carcasses of the helicopters and their former comrades. They made their last stand there, refusing to surrender and live in shame for the rest of their lives. Jacob led at the front, fighting beside his soldiers to the very end. And when the brunt of the enemy forces finally arrived, he gasped in horror.
Their commander was his right hand man, Samuel Augustus. The only man he had ever trusted enough to plan contracts with. The only man he had given the most important, and the most dangerous missions to. His friend, who had been with him ever since the start of their corps. He had betrayed him, and stabbed his friend in the back when he was most vulnerable. As the fighting raged on, Jacob’s mercenaries fought to the last until it was only Jacob left. He was horrified at the slaughter, the massacre he had ended up in. Everyone he had ever known, everyone that had been as a family to him, was dead. And all because of his best friend.
He dropped his sword in defeat, and sank to his knees, crying. Soldiers came to drag him away to prison, as their contract stated. Jacob could do nothing but watch as he was condemned as a murderer and a war-monger, while Samuel Augustus received medals and fame.
Later, in prison, Jacob swore upon his soul that he would see Samuel on the end of his sword. And if he had to get through his mercenary company to do that, well, the more the merrier.
Jacob is a cyborg. The vast majority of his body is machine, and he has multiple implants in his brain designed for combat and receiving information. That which isn’t machine is encased in power armour, further reinforcing his capabilities at close-quarters fencing.
His provides many different services other than just protecting him from damage. It overcompensates his movements, making him even faster and stronger than he already is. Furthermore, it contains multiple computer systems designed to communicate with Jacob’s cybernetics, automatically smoothing his movements to create the most efficient sword fighting possible. These computers also provide him with extensive information about the situation, be he in a battlefield or surveying enemy encampments. This means that Jacob’s power come into their own when he’s inside his power armour; cybernetics, sword and armour working in harmony to bring lightning death to all who would oppose him.
This armour also contains a large variety of drugs, for combat and more peaceful use. Combat drugs enhance his reactions, speed and perception, while the others are all related to keeping him awake for weeks at a time, and providing him with faster recovery from wounds. It also contains many tubes of carbohydrates and protein, allowing him to be injected with the right nutrition on the field without having to set up camp and make a meal. All these chemicals allow Jacob to fight near continually for around six weeks; after that, his drugs will run out and he will have to return to base in order to get them refilled.
Jacob has one prised possession he values over all else; his rapier. It was handed down to him by his father- it had been in his family for generations, from when his family were rich traders in Italy. Now, it has been enhanced with nanotechnology to provide a monomolecular blade, easily capable of sheering through tank armour.
He also has a great deal of other equipment, all high-end. He has multiple pistols, rifles, knives and a few other back-up swords should he ever be without his precious rapier.
Why choose me?: ‘Are you strong? Are you quick, able to take advantage of any situation? Do you have the guts and determination to escape- to make the world yours? Can you climb up from nothing, and make the soft and corrupt tremble at your passing? If you can, then I wish you well. You deserve your rewards. But I can tell you one thing for a fact.
‘I
am strong. I
am quick. I will get out of here. I will tear apart the world when I escape. I will stamp my name onto the pages of history. I will make every politician, every weak and quivering president run for their lives when they hear my name. I will go into the jaws of death, and make my home there. You are welcome to leave without me. But I advise you to think to yourself very carefully. Can you survive without me?