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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.

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. Finally, after many casualties, his corps deserted him. He sat in a tiny one-room apartment in Hong-Kong wondering where it had begun. Where his fall had started. His eyes narrowed.

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 left his apartment determined to start afresh.

Less than five minutes later he was arrested for multiple accounts of homicide, among many, many others. When he was turned in for questioning, he saw a face he’d never thought to see like this. One he’d have given anything not to see like this. His right hand man, Samuel Augusta. The one man he’d trusted; trusted enough to confide in him the plans to every mission, every contract they took. He’d been working for the police for the past five years, slowly feeding them the information that led to Jacob’s downfall.

Jacob swore upon his soul that he would see Samuel on the end of his sword before he died.

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.

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 an extremely sharp blade, easily capable of sheering through tank armour.

Why choose me?: ‘Are you strong? Can you overcome all odds, to triumph against the whole world? 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, I wish you well. You deserve your rewards. But I can tell you one thing for a fact.

‘I am strong. I will find a way out. 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 one way or another, I will get out. When that happens, do you want me with you, or against you?'

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