Name: Jag
Age: 28
Gang: sakmia
Rank/Tasks: Hitman/ killer, for special cases.
speshes: black jaguar
Back ground story:
His mother died when he was very young and he was left alone and out on the streets to fend for him self at the age of seven, he made a friend with a young fox that was a little older then he was and had already been on the streets for a wile so new the ropes well. Together they survived by stealing, robbing and the sort of thing, and it was there that Jag found his realise from his personal torment of losing his mother and his hard life. When they would beat others up for what ever they had, he found that ever punch ever kick ever bit of pain he inflicted on his victims would help ease his own hurt but he could never bring him self to kill them because his mother had been a religious and tort him about the gods and it was wrong to take life. Him and his fox friend together found a allies in a musical instrument shop owner, a old but kind weasel, who on one very cold winter night took the two of them in and gave them food and shelter for the whole winter, and treated them as his own. He gave them money for helping him out in his shop, and tort them how to play a lot of different instruments and that is were Jag found his second release from his pain, in music, he loved fast Jazz, swing, jive, blues and contry western the most and learnt how to play the saxophone, guitar, harmonica and drums.
During the day they helped the weasel and during the night they went out to steal rob and it stayed like that for some time.
When Jag got to the age of 15 things took a turn for the worst, one night wile they were mugging some one the police cort them, will they were trying to get away Jags friend the fox was shot wile they were climing a fens Jag had already made it to the other side and froze his friend who had tort him all he knew how to fight how to servive a hard life screamed at him to run to not get cort. There bone had become as strong as a brothers bond, big brother and little brother, and the fox did what any older brother would do, try and protect his younger brother to the end. Jag hesitated for a moment longer till the fox roared at him to run it was only then did he turn and flee with tears in his eyes and his older brothers blood splattered on his cloaths. He ran until his lunge felt like they were going to explode and when he stopped he fell to his paws and kness in a dirty old street, and screamed his rage and anger to the gods them selves, blaming them for every thing shouting at them for a reason why they hated him so, and took ever thing he had away from him. He didn’t stop he shouted, snarled, roared and cryed till he lost his voice. He stayed in the aliy until the following day, he went back to were his friend had been shot, there was police tape around the seen, but no police so he ducked under it to find a pool of blood and nothing more.
He went back to the shop told the weasel all about it and the old weasel sobbed in a chair in the back of the store. A cuple of nights later Jag had to go out and find his reless find a victim that he could punch, kick and bite till all the pain went away, and he found it in a hare in a business suit standing in front of a aliy on his cell phone. Jag attacked him but found he couldn’t stop punching and kicking, it all felt to good to him, he was letting ever thing go, he loved the look in the hares eyes and he didn’t stop until the hares body was lifeless. And it was here were Jag found he loved killing.
So now when he went out to rob it turned to murder and it didn’t go unnoticed, a wolf noticed Jags talent in killing, and took him under his wing so to speak and tort him the finer art (as he called it), in killing, they both sheared there psychotic love in it, and the feeling of exsterscy as they let there emoisions out of them and onto the poor soul they were torchering.
This went on until Jag was 18 were he was approached by a group of well dressed males, (bear, tiger and a cheetah that happen to be members of the Sakima gang) wile he was working in the music shop. They ask him if he would take on a job for them that would pay him very nicely. Jag took them out to the back of the shop out of ear shot of the weasel and got the finer detals of the “job”. It was to kill the wolf that had tort him and fine tuned his torchering and killing skills. He took on the job and killed the wolf that very night, and that is how he became a contract killer.
He did many different jobs for different clients and during this time he developed his own personal stile. Four years ago the Sakima family started to employ his talents more and more until they ask him to become a member of the clan which he excepted on one condition, that the music shop was to become a protected location, as the old weasel was the only family he had left and the only one he trusted and loved.
Which they agreed to as strange as it seemed to them.
About him personal:
Now that he dosent spend his nights stalking the streets he now spends his evenings and nights at a high class Jazz/Blues bar that thanks to Jag plays a little contry & western to main covers of johnny cash songs, that is a place were a lot of Sakima members (manly feline) come to drink and talk about jobs in the back or relaxs, but there very good at keeping it looking like a inersent bar. The Bar is called “The Crazy kat”. Jag is the main proformer, he plays there ever night with a small Band that are the closeted thing he has to friends. When he plays it’s the only time he can exspresses him self with out killing some thing, it’s the only time that he will smile and show exspreions of any kind realy. This is were the sakima Family give him his orders they desigs it as if they were giving him a request for a song, he then nods plays a very fast loud jazz number then after his proformens he gose to the back of the bar to a privat room and it is there they talk about the ins and outs of the job.
The way in which he dose his jobs is very simple the client will say what he wants done to the person he wants killed and Jag will do it no mater what it is, there is a well known story that people arnt sure wether its true or just a rumor, that a client ask him as a joke at the time for the targets body to be brought back to him “his Organs in one bag and his fur in another” and to his horror the next morning in his office was a bag of orgains and a cleaned folded fur in another bag.
When he talk to people he is very serios and blunt, and when he is talking to higher ranking members he is not as blunt as he normaly is but he is still very to the point, but still respectful. He has come to look at the Clan as his new family and home, and will protect to the end.
He wants to rise in the ranks and become formulary with the leaders and get more important targets, and different types of jobs, as he is still dealing with low level targets, and due to the way he dose his work and the way the family works he is not used all that often, he is only called apon when the clan needs to set a example of some one, to show the clan means business and wont fall around when dealing with people. So when you hear of the sick killing were the victim was found mutilated and tortured, and the police cant find any evidence on who it might be and all is left is the sadistic tools that the killer used clean of any blood fur or scents as if they had just been taken out of the box, it more then likely was Jag.
He is known and respected by most in the gang, and feared by all those in dealings with the family.
He is a bit of a lady killer, wile he plays at the club he is always looking for a female of any species he can take home at the end of the night and have a good time with, his eyes body and the way he plays his saxaphone normaly wins him his prize for the night. he never gets attated to them and sleeps with them only once or maybe twice if there good then gose and finds another, he enjoys the game of getting a girl. but if a girl dosent leave when she is supost to or gets a bit attached and dosent leave or leave him alone, you often find the girls name on the missing persons list.
Appearances:
He is a black Jaguar but you can see his spots like a silver hays across his fur, with sky blue eyes, he is toned and well built, with out being overly muscular and big or lanky. He keeps his fur well groomed and smart but with that stylish scruffness to it.
Wile he is at the Jazz/blues bar and performs he wears black pants, a smart long sleeve shirt tucked in with the top three buttons undone and silver cross kneckless around his neck that was his mothers and one silver loop earring in his right ear. He has a black jacket and jazz hat, he wear the hat that often but the jacket is normal slung over his shoulder.
He is the definition of cool.
(I no what shoes he wears but I don’t know there name, there the smart ones with the white sides lol I don’t know what im talking about lol )
When he gose out at night on his assiments. he wears a black suit even the shirt is back and black leather gloves and cares a black bref case that holds all his tools.
His tools of his trade.
He always carrys his silver desert Eagle pistol that has “feel my pain” inscribed on the side, and a butterfly knife that has a Red handles. When he gose out on his killings he takes a briefcase that has many nasty and horbal blades and alsorts of things that would make the fur on the back of any ones neck stand on end, zip ties, gags, and thin but exstremly strong rope.
He is very stealthy, and works at night, normal he will wait for his target to come to him take him by surprise and tie him to a chair, but even in a fight face to face he is exstremly quick with his teeth and claws, and just as deadly with his gun and knife.
A match for any one.
when hes at the bar he has all of his personal instrments there that he uses to play his soul to the bar.
He has a Harley davidson motorbike which he uses to get around on, its a Nightrod and he has quickreles silentsers that he puts in when he heads out on a job, the bike is completly back even the engine with two orange stripes that run down the spin of the bike, its exstremly powerful and quick.
Thanks to Reawolf for the pic of jag there oh and ignor the tayou clan name on there, this guy was from a char i did for a gang on da a wile back and he fits in here just as well so he is moven here now
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