Jannik

Jannik
Player: @MarkItZero
Biographical Data
Real Name:	Jannik
Known Aliases:	Jannik the Swift, Jannik Lefthand
Gender:	Male
Species:	Human
Ethnicity:	Caucasian
Place of Birth:	Modderhome, Imperia (alternate Earth)
Base of Operations:	Millennium City
Relatives:	Niels (father), Magdalene (mother), Brenna (sister)
Characteristics
Age:	Unknown
Height:	5'11"
Weight:	165bs
Eyes:	Pale Blue
Hair:	Black
Complexion:	Pale, Clear
Physical Build:	Athletic
Physical Features:	Several piercings, tattoos
Status
Fame:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ Unknown
Alignment:	LG LN LE NG TN NE CG CN CE
Identity:	No Secret Identity
Years Active:	2011-Present
Citizenship:	Displaced Interdimensional
Occupation:	Pirate captain, turned first mate and resistance fighter
Education:	No formal education
Marital Status:	Single
Known Powers and Abilities
No known super powers (though his tolerance for alcohol borders on supernatural). Expert marksman, skilled acrobat and fencer.
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Chain-fed bladed pistols, short swords, a clockwork hand, various explosive devices

Physical Attributes
	Strength			Weapon
	Durability			Armor
	Speed			Reflexes
	Resistance			Stamina
	Dexterity			Agility
	Combat			Regeneration

Non-Physical Attributes
	Energy			Psionics
	Telepathy			Willpower
	Sorcery			Technology
	Intelligence			Knowledge
	Charisma			Bravery
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Introduction: An Excerpt From Jannik's Journal

As I watched the ruins of Overtown shrink away in the distance, a phrase my father used to say echoed in my ears; "There's nothing as hopeless as the neglected things of man." In my youth, I believed those words to be just another bit o' propaganda fed to him by the Modder "truth-speakers", another one of the articles of faith penned by the inventors of old, regurgitated again and again to scrub our brains clean of reason.

But as the titan marvels of engineering that scraped the skyline slipped from sight behind the clouds, I realized the words were his own, and the weight of their truth rested heavy in my chest. The towers that were once symbols of ingenuity and determination are now jagged crumbling reminders of The Doom.

But it is not the ruined buildings that vex me so.

As I sit here writing by lamp-light, aloft in the airship Resilience, sailing high above the great sea of sands, a dawning realization grips my heart and nearly paralyzes my hand. The "things of man" we leave to neglect are more than the constructs born of invention and wrought by our flesh. The intangible devices designed by our hearts and minds are too often left to ruin; love, honor, compassion... family.

Family, how dare I even write this word? My mind goes to my mother and sister, likely scrambling through the broken roads of Overtown, clawing through the rubble searching for precious gadgets from a time long passed. They will add their haul to the Modderhome treasure-horde deep beneath the streets. They are clinging to a senseless faith. My heart is broken for them.

This is why I fight; for my family, my captain, my crew. I fight to find the truths that shall unbind us. As long as there is breath in me, this I shall not neglect.