Can I ask for critique before i start posting this to ao3? Warnings for graphic violence and lost faith. He gets better! But its pretty dark so far. :/ Spoiler: Frigg's origin story, pt 1 Enosh stood in the big field on the outskirts of the village and watched his house burn. There wasn't anyone in it. His mother and baby sister had died in the plague this spring; his father had been leading shiva services for Dafid's family on the other side of town. There had only just been enough adults left in the village to make minyan; only Enosh's total inability to figure out hebrew letters even at 14 kept him from being dragged in his own self. He didn't know whether any of them were still alive now. Their neighbors in Gemund and Winterburg had traded with them willingly enough, even if they'd never been what you would call friendly. As far as Enosh knew no one had even talked to them since the passes had frozen in November. But they'd poured into the valley from both sides just after dawn with actual swords and Albian longbows and balls of pitch. Enosh had run outside still in his nightshirt to see Herr Freidrick who sold them wax for the sabbath candles slitting Rebekah Isaacson's throat. The toddler had dropped to the ground screaming around a high wet bubbling wheeze and Enosh had grabbed the iron candle-holder from the doorway and bashed the bastard's head in before he could turn. There'd been three others just past the corner of the house where Enosh hadn't seen them. One had tried to catch the candlestick away from him; Enosh had leaned back weirdly to break his arm with it instead. This had landed him flat on his ass, just barely missing the second man's punch as he fell, but he'd turned it into a roll and bashed the man's calf with a sickening crack that left blood and shards of bone on the grass. He hadn't been able to dodge the pitchfork the third man tried to spear him with though, took it right through the meat of his thigh and screamed. He'd curled in on himself over his legs, head down, and the man had said something gloating in german over Enosh's head that he hadn't been able to parse over the blood pounding in his ears. They hadn't expected him to stand back up, his own weight making little spurts of blood squeeze out of the punctures on his thigh as he swung the candlestick up under pitchfork-man's chin and snapped his neck. His leg gave out after that, dropping him back to the grass and in range of spiky-leg, and Enosh let the momentum of his fall build force to smash the man's temple. Broken-arm threw something awkwardly into the house behind Enosh and ran. Enosh could barely get himself turned around to see what it was, there was no way he could chase the last man, but something in his brain was screaming at him to get up, GET UP, HUNT EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE COWARDLY FUCKS TO THE GROUND. The heat on his face as his home caught fire hadn't quieted the screaming, but the pain in his leg as he dragged himself away from it had at least been a distraction. He half-crawled and half pulled himself along on his belly the hundred or so meters to the green. He pushed himself up to sitting on the grass hillock by sheer stubbornness, watching the plumes of smoke grow as one by one the village's empty houses caught fire. His hands were shaking badly and cold-numb to boot, but he managed after some tries to get a long enough strip torn off his nightshirt to crudely bandage his leg. The jagged tears in the fabric from the pitchfork helped. Elezar's hair caught fire. Somewhere a woman Enosh didn't recognize screamed. "Tikkun Olam," his father had told him while they sat shiva for their own dead. "This world is broken, and we have to fix it, as best we can." Enosh looked down at the broken fence around Nathan's pigpen, the chickens wandering loose outside Benjamin's overturned coop, the doors hanging off the little synagogue with the smoke pouring out past them and the broken windows on what buildings weren't on fire already... What kind of G-d let this happen to His people and just told them to start picking up the pieces? What kind of justice was that? That rage was pulsing in his head again, he wanted to just burn everything down, kick over the embers and trash whatever was left, leave no survivors. He wanted to hunt the whole goddamned world, he-- "Hoy, keed," the voice said from far too close behind where Enosh was sitting. He realized his face was wet and tried to dry it on his shoulder as he turned, hand tightening around the candlestick he still hadn't been able to make himself let go. "Vat de hell heppened here? Dint dis used to be dot place dot hed der honey und spatzle schtuffs?" Enosh blinked. The men standing over him were dressed as soldiers from a dozen different armies, but bore alike the sharp teeth and green fur of the Jagermonsters. Enosh had sort of thought they were made up. "Uh, kugel?" "Yah, dots de vun, mit der raisins und schtuff. Hy vanted to peek sum op on hour vay home, dot schuff vas dem gut. Dat voman, hmmm...sara sumting hused to mek eet." The speaker leaned on an enormous war axe half again as tall as he was, apparently quite comfortable, while his companions rolled their eyes at him longsufferingly. "She vas preetty gud her own self, hif hyu know chat hy em sayink," he leered. Enosh let his face go cold. "Sarai Androvitz was my grandmother," he said, evenly. He glanced down at the ruin of his village. "I could make it for you now though, if you take me with you." The jagermonster lifted one eyebrow like he was thinking of maybe eating mouthy kids for dinner instead. "Hyu dun even know vhere ve iz goink--" "I don't care either," Enosh said, pushing himself up even if he had to keep most of his weight on the candlestick to do it. "Anywhere but here." He locked eyes with the jagermonster who'd been talking to him, ignored the others starting to frown at him. "Hy dun tink hyu know vhat hyu iz gettink into der, keed," one of them leered. "Vhat if ve chust gut hyu here und now und let Alexi mek heez own dem noodle schtuff, huh?" Enosh didn't look away from their leader's eyes, just kept his back straight and tried to ignore the screaming pain in his thigh and the new warmth he really hoped wasn't more bleeding. "Then I'd say I guess you'd better get on it, Herr Monster." His middle actually was totally undefended, he needed the stick to stay standing and if he tried to twist out of the way he'd definitely fall, but maybe if he-- The leader laughed. "Hokay, hokay, hy like hyu keed. Schtop de posturink before hyu pess hout, ve gots ein vagon bek et der cemp." Enosh felt himself sag with relief, and tried not to show it too obviously. "Hyu gon heff to tell us vhat de dumboozle ektually heppened here et sum point though. Come on." Enosh made it four whole steps before his leg crumpled under him and everything went dark. ****** The first thing Enosh was aware of was the blinding pain in his leg growing and ebbing as he rattled roughly side to side. He reached out to touch it without thinking, flailed wildly when adult-sized hands closed on his shoulders to hold him down. "I'll kill y'too," he slurred, and tried to open his eyes. The old man pinning him made a face like he was trying not to smile. "Alright, son, peace. Hy'm not here to fight hyu, and hyu're in no fit state anyhow." Enosh blinked, but no, the man was a little blurry still but definitely human, right? "Where'm I?" The old man let go of his shoulders. That was good, better, he could move if he had to. Damn his leg really hurt. Enosh really wished his mom were here. "Hyu're safe, headed east with the jagercorps." The old man hesitated. "What you did was friggin brave, even if it was dumb as hell. What's your name, son?" Enosh's eyes were closed again, what was with that? Wait, no, the man asked him a question. His accent really was hard to understand, even without using words Enosh didn't know. "Frigg?" he mumbled, vaguely confused. The man was laughing again. What was the question? "Hy'll ask hyu again when hyu're all there. Listen, hy'm gonna sew hyu up now. This was a decent wrap up but its not enough on its own, yeah? So don't move." Enosh nodded. Yeah, he really felt terrible, not moving sounded good. He suddenly remembered his mom petting the hair back off his forehead one time when he'd got a fever as a kid, telling him "lie still, bubbeleh, shh--" The needle pierced his skin without warning, Enosh tried to lever himself up to punch whoever was touching him, and the sudden pain followed him down again into the dark.
The only thing I could say would be that maybe say 'bashed the man's shin with a sickening crack that left blood and shards of bone on the grass' instead of calf, because the calf is the meaty back of your leg and it'd be a lot harder to shatter the shinbone if you went in the back way. But other than that, A+, love it!
Okay so I started typing this out and only got to two before running out of steam so have these two and I'll add more as and when. xP Under the cut- big pictures and rambling. Spoiler: Mirrors Mirrors is the one who started it all, haha. He started out as a Jagersona, which is why he shares my nickname, and he's still a lot like me really, just with all the brakes taken off. He is probably the actively nicest of my Jagers; if you don't get in the way of him living his life the way he wants to, then he won't get in the way of you living yours. Well, except if the Heterodyne tells him to, but that's sort of different. He's a member of the same minipack as Cody's Mina- he's the oldest of them by about a hundred years or so, but is very definitely Not The Leader, since he's got better things to do. Like cook. He loves cooking and is very good at it for a Jager; he and his cooking buddy, Adi's Acher, have even managed to successfully cook for humans and not use any ingredients that are actively poisonous to anyone without a Jager metabolism. He and Mina frequently squabble about who gets the use of the cooking pot/herbs; Mina is of the opinion that medicine is more important than food, Mirrors is of the opinion that nobody can get better properly if they're not fed. Or they're fed Mina's cooking. He has a low opinion of Mina's cooking. He is sort of disgustingly physically affectionate, and by natural inclination and a bit of learning-from-others, treats sex as both a way to cement interpersonal bonds and as a way to relax. @albedo's Iancu is his actual boyfriend, but Iancu gives no shits if Mirrors sleeps around, so he does. If he likes you, he will probably proposition you at some point. His weapon is a big-ass hammer. More of a mallet, really. It's bigger than his head. As a result, he's sort of way more carrot-shaped than he is in the above doodle; his actual build is relatively narrow, despite him being about 6'7", but his shoulders and arms are massively developed. He loves that hammer so much. He picked up the habit of using it from his stint as a rather reluctant blacksmith's apprentice; he knew from the age of about six that his sole ambition was to join the Jagerkin, and he ran with them all the time, but his parents were keener that he have a profession less lethal and so signed him up to the apprenticeship. He was almost at the point of making journeyman when he took the Brau, but would probably have run off to join the army rather than do that, hah. Hat is a tricorn (i know, shitty representation up there), ears are tufty on the ends and ridiculously nearly-360-degrees mobile, hairstyle is a mohawk with a ponytail at the back. Fashion sense- nonexistent. Shirts, waistcoat and trousers all in various clashing shades, because he likes bright colours but isn't that great at knowing what goes with what. Doesn't help that his hair is violent red and his skin is terracotta-coloured. His real name is Cezar, but he got the nickname Mirrors because, well... at one point, during some routine pillaging, he happened to break a mirror. Someone jokingly told him he would get seven years bad luck from it. He took enormous offence at this, and made it a habit to break every mirror he came across from then on. This came back to bite him in the butt in fine style later on, when he and his previous minipack got told to go and fetch something out of an old abandoned Spark castle. It was basically a ruin, but Sparks are ingenious people. Mirrors spotted a mirror, smashed it as was his wont, and the entire castle came down on top of them. It killed all but one of his packmates, ruined his eye and left him trapped under the rubble for literal decades in a sort of hibernation state until his present minipack found him by accident. He didn't remember what had caused the deaths of his packmates until later; when he DID remember, he had a very uncharacteristic breakdown about it, because all his fault. His eye didn't heal properly while he was in hibernation state because his body didn't have the energy to fix it, so for a while he was essentially blind on one side, as in the picture; a later Heterodyne spotted this, got all excited, and fitted him with a laser-firing Spark-tech eye, which he got very excited about. It sort of got a bit damaged as a consequence of lack of maintenance while he and the minipack were wild, but it got fixed later (by Sorin, in any universe he's in). He's pretty happy, generally speaking. All he ever wanted was to be a Jager, and now he is, and it suits him down to the ground. Spoiler: Sorina Cojocaru (not actually the most accurate doll, but none of the doodles I've done of her satisfy me. Unless you want the naked cuddles one of her and Cody's Dragos). Sorina is the other surviving original packmate of Mirrors', although she wasn't found at the same time as Mirrors; she got picked up later when they went to retrieve the bodies. She was the first Jager baby-Mirrors at about age six got to talk to, and was probably a larger influence on him growing up than his actual parents were. Luckily this wasn't as bad as it could have been, because Sorina is a mother through and through; she had at least four children of her own before she took the Brau. She got offered it by leading the women of her neighbourhood in a frankly horrifically violent pushback against a few invaders who had actually managed to get into Mechanicsburg; she turned it down at the time as her youngest children still needed her, but as soon as they were grown up she went to the Heterodyne and went 'IS THAT OFFER STILL OPEN?'. Sorina is... that kind of person. She is not shy. She has no shame. She did not much enjoy being a housewife, even though she had a good husband (albeit not one she was in love with; it was a marriage of mutual convenience and they got on fine but were not Soulmates), because of the general... expectations of society, which are still present enough even in Mechanicsburg to be frustrating. Jagers, on the other hand, get to do whatever they want. She enjoys this a lot. She has a lot of sex and indulges her habit of petty thievery; she is a very adept pickpocket. This despite being 7'1" and massive. Sorina is a brick wall of a woman. Before she changed she was pretty much the stereotypical Big Beefy Washerwoman, and the Brau only made her bigger. She is all muscle, too. She also has a huge bushy mane much like a lion's, growing round her shoulders and chest, in which she hides the things she steals (often booze). It is also good for hugs. It is not good for swimming, since it's so dense it doesn't dry properly and starts to mould. She was Mirrors' 'jagermomma' when he was human and his mentor when he changed, and treats him... well, not like her own son because they have been known to fuck, but essentially as family. As a natural outgrowth of this, she has also adopted the rest of his minipack. Her moirail is Dragos, who belongs to Cody; they are both Sensible, for the most part. She then went and made things peculiar by hooking up with Dragos' father (also one of Cody's jagers) Khandano; properly hooking up, as he's probably the closest thing she has to a soulmate. They are both massive, she's incredibly maternal, he's incredibly paternal, together they terrorise everyone they lay their affections on. They have also managed to produce children. Our headcanon is usually that female jagers have great problems maintaining pregancy, because it takes their bodies so far from fighting fit that their system just rejects the whole notion as an unnecessary drain. But Sorina managed to conceive and carry twins, partly because actual fucking fertility goddess and partly because of some peculiar headcanons about how Khandano, being almost JagerGeneral age, has more of the jager mutations in his sperm than younger Jagers, so the kids are, despite being mostly human when born, stronger and tougher than your average baby. Sorina also makes a habit of rescuing orphaned children while pillaging towns, and dropping them off at the nearest orphanage with accompanying threats to treat them right because she'll be back to check. The attitudes of the children, having been rescued by a monster who had a large hand in crushing their town and whom they probably witnessed beating people to death with a quarterstaff, range from 'my hero' to 'holy shit what the fuck is wrong with you'. Sorina merely continues to be glad they're alive. And hey, if they want to come get revenge later, she's cool, that's pretty entertaining! She has a nastier sense of humour than you'd expect, really.
Other Motherfuckers EDIT: NOT FINISHED YET PRESSED POST BY ACCIDENT DO NOT READ ANTON'S SPOILER YET okay now i'm done you can read everything. Spoiler: Catalin (Cattie) Cojocaru Cattie is, possibly obviously from the surname and the amount of hair, related to Sorina. Specifically, he is her great-grandson. When Sorina took the Brau, her children were divided into two camps: the 'whoo yeah go mamma hell yes' camp and the 'jesus h christ on a bike mother what are you doing' camp. Cattie actually stems from one of the children in the latter camp; he was something of the black sheep in the family as a result, always wanting to go run off to ask great-grandmamma for stories of all the fun pillaging and stuff she'd been doing that day, and coming home with new ways to steal things. When he said he wanted to join the army, his family correctly guessed that he was aiming to one day take the Brau, and there was a rather large bust-up that ended with him leaving and never speaking to them again, something he did and does regret nowadays. Family is very important to him, just as it is to his great-grandmother. Like Sorina, he is very large (not as large as her, though) and dark blue and has excessive hair, although instead of being a proper mane his grows over his shoulders and down his spine instead. He is generally an easygoing sort of fellow, though he finds exactly the sort of things funny that you would expect a Jager to find funny, and fights with a morningstar- both the mace-like kind with a solid handle and the kind on a chain, depending on what he's doing at the time. Sometimes both. He has a touch of the berserker, but more in the fact that he finds it very difficult to calm down after fights, and has to work off the energy lest he lose control and end up hurting someone (sorina has the same thing, but slightly less; mostly she's calmed down by Dragos combing her mane. That also works on Cattie, but, ahem, a good energetic and rather rough fuck is much more effective). He is also a thief, and though he started out learning Sorina's pickpocketing tricks, he has graduated to larger things- if you need a cart, or a horse to pull a cart, or enough beer to feed a jagerarmy, or a convenient hostage, Cattie will probably turn up with one in short order, looking very pleased with himself. Nobody is entirely sure how he manages to be quite that sneaky, at his size. Adi's Amo is his boyfriend, eventually. They were actually part of the same initial-jager-training squad and formed a little minipack with a few (completely undeveloped) others afterwards. The trouble with both Amo and Cattie, though, is that they are both grossly demi- both romantically and sexually. Cattie especially just Really Does Not Get It. Not in a prudish way, he just... it's so far removed from his sphere of knowledge that it utterly fails to compute. Amo, being Amo, found this very funny, and since Cattie likes to sing had great fun getting him to sing things of a Rude Nature, because Cattie would fail to notice every single time. Amo is still pretty demi- despite his fondness for teasing people in a sexual manner- but less so than Cattie (not hard), so he was the first to notice that oops, he'd started developing feelings for him. He then spent the next century or so pining, because he was terrified of rejection since Cattie so obviously was Not Someone Who Did The Sex Thing and showed no reciprocal interest (to Amo's eyes. To everyone else's, it quickly became fairly obvious that Cattie was pretty smitten). Cattie meanwhile spent the time wondering why Amo was being so weird, and meditating on how nice it was to spend time with him, gosh, they were such good friends. What weird feelings when they cuddled? Those aren't important. Probably just indigestion. Eventually Sorina got incredibly annoyed with this whole business and basically threw them at each other until they kissed in the middle of the street in Mechanicsburg while Amo was supposed to be guarding Sorin (who was also cheering at this development) and then ran off to fuck in a back alley. Ever since then they've been devoted to each other, and Cattie has even been learning how to make rude jokes, which makes Amo simultaneously really proud and really horny. They also have a daughter, whom I will talk about under the next cut. Cattie eventually got promoted to be captain of Luka Heterodyne's (one of my, er, heterodyne OCs) honour guard, which he is surprisingly good at. Spoiler: Andreea Cojocaru Andreea is Amo and Cattie's daughter, genetically manufactured for them in a test tube by Stela Petrescu-Heterodyne, one of my heterodyne OCs who manages to be descended from not only Sorin (hence the surname) but also Agatha and Gil. She's a medical/bioengineering spark, and found the idea of creating New Life in a test tube by banging other people's DNA together too fascinating an opportunity to pass up, so Amo and Cattie became her (willing, if slightly alarmed in places) guinea pigs. Andreea turned out as normal as you can expect from the child of two people who thought taking the jagerbrau was a good career decision- in other words she turned out disgustingly healthy (helped along by the fact that when she was a baby/toddler Stela medical-sparked all over her to such an extent it's quite possible she is physically incapable of catching a cold), very active and a complete terror. She grew up in the Jagerhall, being spoiled by all her jageraunts and uncles, and being babysat by Stela after Sorina put a stop to Amo taking his baby to fights (he's a long-ranger! he's usually well back from the fighting! it's fine!), and being taught things like 'this is how you break someone's arm if they touch you when you don't want them to' and 'here's how to spin a sob story about being a lost little girl to distract a farmer while poppa sneaks round the back and makes off with half a herd of cows'. The latter bit she took to- although she's a pretty accomplished pickpocket, just like poppa and great-great-grandmamma, she is a better actress and enjoys lying through her teeth to facilitate theft more than the actual theft. She also has a very good sense of who she is and exactly where her boundaries are. It was pretty inevitable in the end that she would take the Brau; she grew up around Jagers, her parents were Jagers, her babysitter was dating a Jager (Stela took after her own great-grandfather in that respect. >>). It actually caused a bit of a fight between her and Cattie, who is used to seeing human relatives grow old and die (he and Sorina both enjoy bothering their human descendants as much as Oggie does) and would almost rather have had Andreea live a short but fulfilling human life than run the risk of dying horrifically by taking the Brau. Amo, for once being the reasonable one, had to take him aside and point out how hypocritical this was of him, and eventually Andreea was given both her fathers' blessing. She fights with a longbow, for a large part to annoy Amo, who is a crossbow user. Amo is mostly just proud that his little girl is deliberately setting out to antagonise him for shits and giggles. They have long and involved arguments/contests to try and determine which is the better weapon; they are unlikely to ever, ever come to any kind of conclusion before one or the other of them dies somehow. She has a strong family feeling, like Sorina and Cattie, but hers manages to essentially encompass the entire Jagerarmy, giving her essentially super-strength pack sense. Don't fuck with a fellow-jager in front of her or there will be so much blood. Her flavour of mane is wild and thick on top, then grows out along the crest of her shoulders, down the back of her arms, and in a thin trail down her spine until it ends in a tail like a horses'. Spoiler: Anton Cojocaru-Khandanescu (THIS IS LITERALLY THE ONLY PICTURE I HAVE OF HIM EXCEPT THIS ONE: WHICH IS HIM HUMAN and also me apparently) Anton is my newest baby and the least developed (SORRY ANTON). He is Sorina and Khandano's son, one of the Miracle Twins, along with Cody's Alexandra. They are actually older than Andreea, because they occur while Sorin is still around. He's another one who was brought up by Jagers in an atmosphere permeated completely by Jagers, and more or less behaves as expected. He and his sister were absolute terrors as children, forever getting into places they shouldn't using TEAMWORK, because both of them are awfully smart, and stronger and tougher than normal children to boot. Anton is the smarter of the two, verging on genius, but unfortunately the general 'schmott iz a dirty vord' attitude of the jagerkin and his own father's determination to dodge any kind of responsibility as much as possible, has sort of rubbed off on him, and he decided at about age eight after a failed attempt at going to school with the normal children (it turns out most normal children don't know how to fight with proper dirty effectiveness at that age, or treat it as the automatic answer to problems, or consider biting fair play in general rough-and-tumble, or speak with incredibly thick accents any more. And also that sit-down-and-memorise lessons are REALLY DULL when you're used to learning via 'and how many enemies did mamma pin to a tree today?') and having got in trouble for something particularly troublesome that he masterminded, that he would pretend from then on to be Not Smart At All so he could fit in better and never have to be Promoted (no Jager wants promotion!). This hasn't been... very effective, but luckily his sister is far more ambitious than him, so he's content helping her mastermind her promotion schemes for the moment. He and his sister end up being the honour guard for Luka Heterodyne's wife Amanissa, an incredibly strong-willed chinese warlord's daughter owned by @albedo. They are very enthusiastic about this and initially far too willing to go along with her schemes, until one of them nearly gets her killed and they get a Very Stern Talking To from their parents. He would actually have been a Spark, if he hadn't taken the Brau, but he took it before he ever broke through, so he doesn't know this. There is a somewhat sad AU I have in my head where he does break through, and ends up choosing being a human spark over taking the Brau, which destroys sparks. But everyone keeps vetoing that one as being Too Sad. xD Yes, he has a mane. It grows down as sideburns, round his neck and over his collarbones, like a weird furry bib. He also inherited spikes and scales from Khandano's side.
From the jagermonster fanclub, posted with permission due to hilarity: (Will respond to other jagers later they are shiny and i want to words)
I'm literally copy-pasting from our google docs because eh fite me Spoiler: Mik! Mikhail Chmelik Spoiler: we have too many AUs DAEMON: smooth coated collie HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff CLASSPECT: Knight of something or other HEIGHT: tallish WEIGHT: not much BODY TYPE: wiry HAIR COLOR: purple EYE COLOR: v dark purple SKIN COLOR: lavender FACE SHAPE: there's a picture somewhere, I'll find it HAIRSTYLE: curly, literally always in the way. CLOTHING STYLE: very vain, likes purple green & black OTHER DEFINING CHARACTERISTICS: is that one who doesn't really have a fighting style but instead just throws himself at people has issues (but not as many as merin) (does not like merin) has literally the worst taste in romantic liaisons. literally. the. worst. basically that whole thing where someone can be like, weirdly smart but have no common sense at all, except replace “common” with “interpersonal relationships” has like this horrific crush on Maxim (from canon) but refuses to try anything because his sense of personal self worth is just super terrible, and so he only hits on people who treat him badly, which drops his sense of self worth…..yeah you see where i’m going here would probably hit on lucrezia, though i feel like he’d at least understand that that would be a bad life choice in general. hopefully. he likes wearing shakos. if mik were around today, he would fall deeply in love with one of those really hideously metallic-coloured snapbacks. wears ww2 coats and heavy boots, but will also go barefoot. there is no middle ground there so, on one hand, weapons are cool, but he has this bad habit of forgetting to bring his weapon to a fight, so he’s kind of a “everything is a weapon” type fighter. mikhail is a really big fan of hurling himself at enemies, like a demented calvin & hobbes comic his hands are super scarred up (becauz he eez an eedeeot, mina says in the distance) backstorrrry ok so mik is the son of a soldier & a camp follower and naturally went right into soldiery, bounced around a bunch of mercenary companies, eventually one of those fought for a heterodyne possibly and after an extended campaign with the heterodynes/jaegers, mik went “well ok, this is the closest thing to a family I have literally ever had I want in" “I like how you take care of your people" “...it's a slow tuesday" they thought he died when he took the brau because he keeled right over and started turning purple, but then the hair went, and the ears & teeth & claws & horns did the thing, so they were like “oh ok not dead" mentor-y stuff: I have no idea who mentor was. hmm. at any rate, mik was pretty ok with them. I feel like mik is weirdly calm for jagers which maybe I should change I don't know (nah, not gonna change it), like when he gets actually pissed off he just goes real cold - which was also a scary thing back when he was a human soldier. like the young jager fite the sun thing was a thing, but I feel like mik is just enough of a control freak that he tried to hide it from everyone and just channel it into getting a hang of coordination (like how when you're super pissed you know that if you screw something up it's going to make it worse so instead you just get super precise instead) probably there's a story in there somewhere how DID they all meet. wasn't there briefly something about mik tripping stefan repeatedly and then mina felt compelled to defend current group I think so. Anyway he’s an asshole with an impeccable fashion taste and he’s really great at pissing people off and also at digging himself steadily deeper conversational holes until he has to get Serious. I feel like i’m better at answering questions than actually talking about characters but anyway Mik is probably very tumblr problematic because he starts out without like any sexual interest in people he actually likes (because obviously he didn’t grow up in a super sex-positive environment and then he joined the jaegers and anyway he’s never been a big one for, like, holding hands and shit - so he has sex with people he can get into fights with and refuses to have sex with people who actually like him, which works really great until the Minipack), and basically is a giant tease to Mina, but at some point in the story some shit goes down (minipack goes wildjager) and he basically has sex with Mina (can’t remember if with others in minipack too) on the assumption that they’re all going to die out there anyway, it’s very sad, blah blah blah and then there’s a Heterodyne! And suddenly they aren’t going to die! and so Mik just keeps on keeping on and refuses to have a meltdown about the fact that now they’re all alive now and what if everyone leaves because (yeah he’s stupid about people basically) Mik’s entire life story is basically “I can keep this under control” *something happens* “Shit” i'll find one of the many many pictures out there actually cody's was really fucking swag, i'll throw that up too: Spoiler: here hang on ETA: here we have Mik you may think this is mik but it's a goofy au thing where somehow merin and mik switched i am anime trash we have literally too many AUs: like the one where this is a Tv Show (also i always forget to draw his hat because real talk i love his horns too much.)
Yet More Motherfuckers Spoiler: Pythios Stephanidos Pythios, as you might have guessed from his name, originates from Greece, specifically Some Dumb Backwoods Area Sort Of Near Athens. His family were poor olive farmers who rented most of their land off the only properly wealthy family in the area; Pythios was their only son and the one they were hoping would take on the whole olive growing business. Sadly for them, Pythios was a wild child. He is very pretty, and has been since he was young, and he knows it, and he found a lifestyle based around drinking, getting into fights, and then seducing the person he was fighting with, to be much more interesting than olives. He quickly got a reputation as a troublesome asshole who would ruin your daughters and also your sons, and only the fact that the rest of his family were well-known as sensible, reliable, honest folk who never caused trouble in their lives stopped them being just entirely shunned for continuing to sadly bail their black sheep out every time he fucked up. Pythios himself did not give a single shit, and eventually topped everything by not only managing to sleep with the landlord's daughter, but also knock her up. She was quickly married off to someone respectable so they could pass the baby off as his (even to him, he had no idea), and her father was lusting after Pythios' blood and was not above turfing his entire family out on their ear to boot. Pythios, seeing the devastation he had wrought, had one of his intermittent Actual Pangs Of Conscience and decided that obviously his family was better off without him and he was going to Run Away. And because he is a creature of impulse, he did. Somewhere he had heard about the Mechanicsburg army and the Jagers, and he decided to make his way there, and through sheer luck and ridiculous overdramatic determination he succeeded in reaching Mechanicsburg, walking into the army HQ, and... realising he didn't speak a word of Romanian. Luckily enough Cody's Khandano is also originally Greek, albeit speaking a rather archaic dialogue, and he ended up adopting the young man and teaching him Romanian, which is precisely why he speaks it with a strong Jager accent. Pythios as a result decided that the Jagerkin were his destiny, and spent his time in the human army working towards that goal with surprisingly singleminded devotion. It worked, he was offered the Brau by a young Saturnus Heterodyne, he drank it... and promptly commenced dying. Most jagers who survive start up their mutations on a low level and get more mutated over time, as demonstrated in canon. Many of the ones who die, on the other hand, try and get all the mutating out of the way at once, and their bodies can't handle it. Pythios was one of these; it turns out that trying to turn one's legs into a snake tail is not conducive to survival. However, Saturnus was determined enough not to lose one of his best warriors that he Sparked all over the situation, and succeeded in providing Pythios with enough bio-support through the whole process that he ended up surviving. This landed him with a python tail, a strong personal loyalty to Saturnus in particular, and a determination to give up all this boring 'discipline' and stuff that he'd learned in the human army and just enjoy life. As a result, he is a terrible playboy, and absolutely horrendous at forming long-term, important interpersonal relationships; he has a lot of drinking and fuckbuddies, but precisely zero actual friends. He says this is how he likes it, but honestly he's just in very heavy denial; it would REALLY do him some good to have actual friends. It would maybe stop him being the sort of guy who charges into the middle of things that even other Jagers baulk at. His personal level of loyalty to Saturnus means that he is way more sympathetic to Vole than he really should be, since he never liked Bill and Barry for what their mother did and for their dislike of the jagerkin generally. He skirted the line of disloyalty throughout their reign with some of what he said, especially when drunk, but managed to keep it low enough not to be really suspicious, because being Jagerkin is literally the only thing that gives him any purpose in life, and being thrown out would be completely devastating to him. He is initially very much on Sorin's side (sorin finds him a little worrying) rather than Agatha's, because Sorin is not tainted by being related to That Woman or Bill and Barry. He does come round later though, because Agatha is a lot nicer and likes the Jagerkin so that's ok. He fights with a spear and with his snake tail, because he's a constrictor and if he gets you in his coils you're fucked. Yes, he can also unhinge his jaw and swallow ridiculously sized objects; it's his party trick. He spends a lot of time on his hair, cos he's pretty vain; his hat is smol so it doesn't interfere with the hairstyle. Spoiler: Koralia Metaxas You know that baby Pythios accidentally caused in the landlord's daughter? Koralia is that baby. She was born and brought up as the daughter of a rich family, thinking that her mother's husband was her father. But when she was about eighteen, her mother caught something fatal, and on her deathbed confessed to her daughter that her REAL father was an idiot playboy last seen heading off into mainland Europa for parts unknown. This certainly explained why Koralia had always been a rebellious little brat, forever pushing back against the strictures Greek society put on its women and being punished over and over for it; it also explained why her initial reaction was 'okay, I am going to find my real father and PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE.' So she took a leaf out of Pythios' book and ran the hell away. It actually took her a surprisingly short time to find out where he'd gone, despite being a lone and very attractive woman who only spoke Greek wandering around Europa. This is mostly because Koralia has zero chill, and was extremely intense and rather violent at people until they helped her out. She learned quickly, and by the time she reached Mechanicsburg she was actually a pretty effective dirty fighter. She found Pythios in Mamma's, and did indeed punch him in the face. They then had a very intense argument that culminated in her flouncing out and immediately joining the army purely to spite him. She also took the Brau to spite him. Spite pretty much defines their relationship, since Pythios does not consider himself anyone's father, let alone a girl who introduced herself by attempting to hurt him, and Koralia... well, Koralia doesn't actually know how to motivate herself except by spite, anger, or rebellion. She is a wild partygirl when not fighting, but it's a lot because she was never allowed to have any fun when she was a kid, and now she's determined to have All The Fun to prove she CAN. She takes everything not so much seriously as intensely, which makes her effective but occasionally unnerving because she doesn't really know how to relax. She was also Jagered in Saturnus' reign, just later on, one of the very last batch he ever did before being unfortunately removed from power, and that and the odd spiteful loyalty she has to Pythios means she shares his mildly treasonous attitude to Bill and Barry. Not that she would admit this particularly, because they spend most of their time maliciously one-upping each other. Especially when it comes to sex. She could really do with taking a whole bushel of chill pills, honestly. That and getting a better relationship with her dad. She is also snake-themed; her patterns are similar to those of an emerald tree boa, for reference. She is absurdly flexible, often appearing almost boneless, although she hides this often under baggy clothes until she needs to use it, when they are shed to reveal tight-fitting clothes underneath. She walks barefoot basically all the time, and often on her toes; as she ages, it will become basically impossible for her to walk flat-footed. Both her and Pythios shed their skin twice a year, which makes neither of them happy bunnies because they're itchy and also peeling in an unattractive manner doesn't biology know how pretty they're supposed to be? Her tail can do minor constricting, though she can't really squeeze hard enough to kill. Mostly she fights with pistols. If there is ever a jager air force, god forbid, she is right in there.
Well I sure did start typing out my long-ass ramble about the fuckface in my avatar but then I lost half of it by the forum not saving as expected So I am going to take a while to angrily grumble about that before typing it all out again. xD
We decided mirrors was Frigg's mentor. He probably makes Frigg do the ohshitemotions dance at least thrice weekly, its so great. (Frigg might also have found a sometime-kismesis. Look pythios is almost as much of a stunted asshole as frigg himself, it was inevitable.)
Spoiler: more oc art, frigg and ara with correct horns, also color Frigg calls Ara "sveethot", and is forever nuzzling and stealing kisses and generally being as obnoxiously affectionate as he can get away with before Ara smacks him. Ara calls Frigg "pushover," at first cause she couldnt be bothered to learn his name and then later because he is a submissive little shit and thinks its cute when she gets bossy. Ara is totally tsundere, its ridic, and Frigg is like "oh thank god, you don't make me have to do feelings. I fuckin love you so much have whats left of my heart after the Heterodynes are done with it. Wait what? Shit." Ara's just like, "don't fuckin touch me. *sits in lap*"
ok so I have a jager and i'm writin a story about fucked up people and i need ideas on how bein a jager can fuck a boi up. relevant is that Spoiler: discussion of trauma 1. gilen (my jager son) had an abusive childhood, pretty bad. his dad was fuckin awful n his mom didnt do much to help. definite emotional and psycological abuse and probable financial abuse and neglect. so he has ptsd from that already, 2.then he gets stolen/captured by a rival spark and experimented/vivisected. so what kind of fucked up ideas does the boi get from jaeger culture? edit: also don't worry he gets better, this story is very much centered around recovery and learning to deal with living as a fucked up person. and for that to happen i need to figure out how n why they were fucked up in the first place.
