SoulBane///Jharoo

Height: 3'3''
Weight: 85 lb
Age: 20 (Human Years)
Personality: Polite, Honourable by his word, Cunning, patient but can be a little agitated if a strong smell he doesn't like is present, Cool/level headed on a job
-Likes: Stealing from Callahan (or in general), Parkour, Gymnastics, Modest Mouse,
-Dislikes: Chocolate, Strong odours 
-Species/race: Uncertified
-Occupation: Thief for Hire (Former), REZEC Stealth Unit of Infiltration and Espionage
-Theme Song: Deep End - www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2hbYA…

General Background:
Ever since a young age, Jharoo knew only three things: What he wanted, how to get it and that he enjoyed every chance he got. A natural born thief and an exceptional one at that, he was pulling off impressive robberies before he was even 16 by himself, stealing initially jewels and money without tripping and alarm or even leaving a trace. and taking things that have been speculated as unobtainable to the people who've tried and failed before him, earning him the nickname of "The Impossible Kid", a title that became far more appropriate as he perfected his craft. The older he got, the more daring he got, as he stepped up from mere jewelry stores to grandiose galleries and palaces, to even military bases all across Europe; taking whatever he could carry, escaping and all without even carrying a gun in the event that something wrong. Many shady figures began to recognize his talents and began to hire him for jobs ranging from retrieving incriminating evidence from police lockup, to getting some new, experimental toys from that government sanctioned building with all the cameras, guns and guards. Jharoo took thrilling joy in the experience of it all, even if he found nothing interesting and left empty handed on a job, he'd always find fulfillment in merely the heist itself. Afterhitting every major facility in the US, he immigrated to Europe to see what they got going for them.

Joining REZEC:
Jharoo was eventually contacted by an anonymous client commissioning him to infiltrate the Headquarters of a private military company known as REZEC in Manchester England, and steal a series of valuable, yet seemingly random items that were scattered through out the manor. Jharoo was curious at first, but when the client mentioned that the security systems were impossible to penetrate, he took that as a challenge and accepted the job then and there. He arrived on the sight of the manor ready to rock and roll, leaping the fences and dodging six different traps and alarms before hitting the walkways surrounding the building. He looked to the vents, knew it'd be to obvious and took the suicidal route through the wind to a room leading to the main hall. Working fast and keeping alert, he scoured the building, collecting every item on the client's list. On the last item on the list, Jharoo was put to his greatest and deadliest test, as the item was the very goggles resting upon M's forehead as she slept. Jharoo scanned the room, planning the next course of action because...well...he knew what was going to happen next. With a deep breath and one fell swoop, he pulled the goggles from M's head. As expected, M woke violently, with rage only she can conquer. Jharoo slipped beneath the bed, clinging to the bottom of the bed as M lifted the entire thing above her head looking for him. With great speed and gymnastics, Jharoo flipped to the top of the bed and shot out the open door to the hallway. He hid in the shadows bolted to the stairwell, dodging heavy and sharp objects being hammer tossed at him by M as he worked his way back to the Anteroom of Serpentine Manor. M tracked him through the dark to the main entrance, scanning for anything that moved. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, a hookshot and rope launched from the dark aiming for her head. In a heart beat, she seized the the claw before impact and gave it a powerful yank. However instead of the little thief following at the end of the rope, but the entire door to the door to the locked back door the the garden. By the time M got to the entrance, Jharoo was already over the wall and home free.

Jharoo made it to the ronde vu point of his client in a vacant motel. His client was already there waiting for him, a dwarfed Russian man with a burned face named Dimytri Petrenov. To Jharoo's confusion and shock, he was the Head armsman and huntsman of REZEC. Apparently, he'd been following Jharoo for a little while now and was a fan of his work and that before he had the security updated specifically for him personally. He explained to him that after a long series of tragedies that had been plaguing them, REZEC was left in a pit of disarray which most of it's members were in slow recovery from. In this time of need, Dimytri took it upon himself to restore morale by keeping things on course to the best of his ability. Dimytri searched the bag of items Jharoo obtained and with each item, his smile grew with impressment. After examining M's goggles, which he took out last, he turned to the thief and said:

"Now, a lot has happened with REZEC recently, and with this stunt, I may have made things worse. And you boy, have a fucking LOT of people in high ranks who would want to meet the one who made fools out of them and a dear friend who'd want to cleave your head from your shoulders. So here's my proposition: Either accepting my mission was a foolish mistake, or a opportunity for something better. I can shoot you for stealing from a family I'd die and go to Hell for, Or I could offer a place in REZEC, where over time you will use your gifts for far more practical means. What to you say?"

Jharoo, both moved and fearful of the obvious dangers he's stumbled into so carelessly, accepted Dimytri's offer as the Stealth Unit of Infiltration and Espionage.

Skills/Tools/Abilities:
Skills- Jharoo's skills as a thief stem from perfect chemistry between his honed skills and the natural abilities of his race. He's quick footed and in a close up fight or chase is both difficult to hit, catch or corner. Using his small but nimble size to his advantage, Jharoo will leap around rooms, tight hallways and even off or around his foes either escape, maneuver or pickpocket them of any of their items. After joining REZEC, Dimytri gave him some lessons in Ikydo to take make up for Jharoo's lack of strength, as well as some marksman lessons.

Tools/Weapons- Jharoo travels considerably light in comparison to his teammates, bring nothing more than what he considers essential. These include a clawshot gun and a pair of carbon weave ropes that he can harness to his suit, Custom made goggles with multiple settings (including inferred, night vision, echolocation, etc), a head piece, his backpack, and a portable plasma cutter he dubs "the Box Cutter". Jharoo never carried a gun with him before joining REZEC, but was assigned to carry one less for his sake and mainly for aiding his team. He carries a modified Glock that, beside regular hollow points, fires tracer rounds, sleeper rounds, and armour piercing rounds (just in case). He also carries a LOT of lockpicks on him at all times.

Abilities- Jharoo has incredibly acute hearing and sense of smell, usually helping him find or predict the location of traps, possible threats or other lifeforms in situations where his eyes aren't good enough. It also makes him near impossible to be taken be surprise. Another strange, but very useful attribute that his species possesses is their near limitless joint flexibility, meaning that Jharoo has the ability to bend/twist his arms and legs in ways/angles the most flexible of humans could only dream of achieving. 

Weakness- Jharoo isn't made for battle. While he will assist in a fight or fight if necessary, he is considerably far more fragile in comparison to his much more battle hardened companions and will avoid confrontation if he feel outmatched. This less out of cowardice and more so out of the fact in some cases, Jharoo has gone the length in spars without getting hit once but the one time has is knocked unconscious by one well time hit (though these are not as common as they should be). Jharoo is also prone to give into his often kleptomaniacal tendencies when outside the Serpentine Manor, which on more than one occasion has escalated to points of unnecessary complications.


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