Jacob Aege

[Jacob Aege]

Character Name: Jacob Aege

Gender: Male

Race: Embodiment

Character Age: 24

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 127

Character Appearance: An embodiment of rainbow, Jacob should, presumably, be colorful, correct? But that's not the case - from head to toe, the only trait about Jacob that's remarkable colorful are his eyes, which vary in color from day to day, though they never actually match. One morning they'll be red and orange, changing to blue and green through out the day, and then purple and teal the next morning. But as for the rest of his body -

His skin and hair are pale, his hair a light, silver-white hair extending down to his ankles in the back, where he wraps the top into a long ponytail, and his bangs are relatively long, but only reaching to his pointed chin and framing his thin face. His skin is also light, but not extravagantly so, like the pure white of some of the races in Setsuwa. The light skin is completely free of blemishes, aside from the small black tattoo on his shoulder of two thin marks nearly parallel to each other until one end each angles into the center.

His body is long and lanky, at first sight, but he’s also relatively short for that body type, standing an average 5’6”. He gravitates toward the idea of less clothing, because of the inconvenience of having fabric in unnecessary fabric in unnecessary places - he dresses in shorts and small vests, usually accompanied by another layer of a black undershirt and undershorts. He also commonly wraps a burst of color into his outfit, with a brightly colored scarf or a thin colored ribbon wrapped into his long ponytail wrapping.


Special Power/Ability: Jacob can change the color of any object that he lays hands on.

Personality: Personality-wise, he also seems frequently bland – he rarely shows any emotion, even while laughing, which usually is a smug and short exhale through his nose instead of a genuine laugh, and even those are rare. His attitude towards most of Setsuwa is apathetic; the only exceptions being anyone who can get to know and understand Wendelin, and of course, Eirik Wendelin himself. But as for anyone that casts a dark look on his superior, they’re not worth a useful thought. The members of the Uindisian army could be useful, seeing how they could at least follow orders from the pair.

He has an obvious soft spot for his friend and superior, Eirik Wendelin, however it is not apparent to most when in public, because though he didn’t receive an order to act differently in the public eye, he took it upon himself to be professional about it, as well as the fact that the people in public also weren’t worth a smile or a kind word. The contrast in his treatment of others, however, is a severe contrast to his treatment of Eirik.

When alone, and without others to affect his personality and mood, the blank expression stays in place out of habit and boredom – you know what they say; “if you hold your face like that for too long, it’ll stick.”

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Likes: Eirik Wendelin, reading books in silence, strategy in wars [[though he prefers not to have to fight.]]

Dislikes: - Chaos, anybody who thinks that Eirik is crazy [[so most everyone]], his tattoo and it's ties to his family.

History:Born into a rich craft-making family in Rielcia, child of Sarran and Crea Aege, the family was highly admired for their beauty and creativity and could easily sell their works to all of Setsuwa – paintings, jewelry, draperies, all was sold to the world, aside from the most beautiful and expensive – those were kept in secret in the large household in Rielcia.

Or so they thought. When someone had let leak that there were unrevealed treasures, new spread fast and soon the whole town knew, a whispered hush traveling through the area like a wildfire in mid-Hvrane. As word spread, soon it was realized that there was danger – the family prepared to move and run, but they were too late. There was an attack on the household, and only a few family members survived, taking refuge in the country of Vieri, and the rest were killed.

However, they left one behind – four year old Jacob Aege, left with no idea of anything but his first name. He had nowhere to go, and frankly, who would actually pick up some grimy kid from the road? He watch person after person pass him by, until finally a pair of feet – and, wait, were those feet bird feet? – stopped in front of him.

“Now what’s such a little lump doing rolling around alone on the side of the road?”

All the boy could find in him to reply with was "...I..don’t know.” Somehow the Harpy boy – “Eirik Wendelin” he had called himself, though he insisted that Jacob called him “Big Brother” – decided to take the small boy away from Rielcia. He raised the boy in his house, and Jacob, referred to by Wendelin as “Little Brother”, never saw much of Wendelin’s parents – did he even have parents? He found himself wonder at the lack or adult influence at the Wendelin household, though he never questioned it; he didn’t really care, his new home in Vieri was worth leaving alone and unaffected by such trivial questions. His “big brother” was odd, different from the people he saw in public when they went out, different from the people that looked at him and the Harpy on the streets. But when he heard things as harsh as “crazy” and “off his rocker” thrown around about his friend, he couldn’t help it – he found himself hating every last one of them.

Eirik wasn’t crazy, he was just different.

One day as he walked the streets of eastern Vieri with Wendelin, about ten years later, an old woman grabbed his exposed left shoulder, eyes running over his tattoo that he’s had since before he could remember, and he couldn’t for the life of him remember why it was there. But apparently she did. “You’re…an Aege? Oh my…you poor thing! You can’t remember me, but I got away – remember me? Your aunt, Melandi?” She tugged eagerly on the young teen’s arm. “Come home with me, you can be with you family,” she offered, eyeing his position close to Eirik, “and you can get out of that strange Harpy boy’s grasp – I’ve heard things about him, that he’s nuts…”

She didn’t seem to be expecting the swift slap that the boy aimed straight at her face. “No,” he said plainly, face blank, and he tugged on his friends wrist and stalked off in a rage. After he’d learned to control his emotions further, he didn’t hurt anyone physically again, but not much else was said to other people. Eventually when his friend was the winner of a tournament and suddenly became the warlord of the wind-borne country’s army and chose Jacob to be his second, the embodiment complied, pleased – Eirik had mentioned Jacob’s mind being…helpful? His complement did the trick, of course, and Jacob let out a soft sigh of a smile when he mentioned that he probably should – who else would translate?


Base Stats: LEVEL: 11
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STR: 10
DEX: 2480
WIS: 1448
LUCK: 0
HLTH: 109

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Roleplay Example: Considering the circumstances, Jacob couldn’t really bring himself to gather up some interest in his current location. Sure, Eirik had mentioned something about some new intel, but how reliable were the sources? With all those god damned mongrels going around insulting and taunting and teasing the Harpy male, couldn’t the information just be a joke? A ploy? But Eirik seemed convinced, and though he strayed off topic whenever Jacob had asked where the intel came from exactly, the boy couldn’t help but volunteer to investigate for him – better to let the warlord think about the war than a possibly false piece of intel.

So off he had gone, in search of the supposed Peacekeepers’ secret rebellion hide-out or whatever was supposed to be there. Really, he didn’t expect anything, but…well, Niseca was just another nation, and just another potential threat. Considering the intel might have been from on of those annoyances themselves, and an ambush was possible, if not probable…

Yes, definitely better that is was Jacob, not Eirik.

The embodiment leapt from tree branch to tree branch, thin limbs fitting easily through the gaps in the trees so that his small body could follow. He kept his eyes on the ground though, looking out for anything of suspicion, any sign of life, and anything that was a potential threat. But when he happened to close his eyes and blink for a fraction of a second, he caught a glimpse of white and spun on his toe to turn around; unfortunately, his long multi-colored scarf extending from his belt loop seemed to have a different idea. It caught on a branch of the tree behind him on the way back, and he only had time to let out a short curse before the resulting jerk pulled him from his tree.

“Shit!” he said shortly, head falling before his feet. His hands shot forward to protect his head and neck, and he caught that glimpse of white again before his palms made contact. He focused on his hands again and used the tips of his fingers to flip himself into a somewhat awkward cartwheel until he was on hi feet again. Well than. At least I didn’t fall… He let out a soft exhale before he reverted his attention back to that white shape that was still in the back of his mind.

Oh. A person. But…Jacob’s currently blue and teal eyes glanced over the pigure in front of him – all white; skin, hair, clothing...he’d look like Jacob himself if they had dressed the same – was he human? He didn’t hold himself the way many humans held themselves; somewhat defensive and proud, attempting to prove that humans were just as strong as the other more endowed races across Setsuwa…And if he wasn’t human, he looked more like…well, either an embodiment or an elf, or perhaps a person with a knack for shapeshifting…

Well, no matter. What was of some mild interest was the fact that he didn’t seem Nisecaan – most people don’t sweat in their home country on a day with as mild weather as this. So…Aissic seemed more likely as a guess. Which meant that he could possibly be a Nikriel…not that it particularly mattered, but Jacob just wanted the upper hand, even with something as trivial as race.

He didn't bother to make an introduction - there was no point, most people either didn't care, or they already knew of him through the war's publicity.

Country of Origin: Rielcia

Country of Residence: Vieri

# of Characters: 1

[Mellie]

There were some typos (I'm assuming that's what they were) as well as some odd repetitions within sentences ("his hair a light, silver-white hair" for one example). Just keep an eye on these and you're good to go. I like the power you came up with, cute. (: