[Other FULL] Fragmented (M) (OOC)

Name: Jan Tarkov.
Age: 31.
Gender: Male.
Nicknames: Dust.
Appearance: Jan is, despite his age and gender, particularly feminine in appearance, owed not to his desire to be so, but instead to his lifestyle as a man who has learned to stay quiet and keep to dark places. In these dark places, at five feet and nine inches and barely a hundred and forty pounds, it can be easy to overlook him; men much larger than him have met their demise for this very reason. When the bodies mount and the blood pools, out of the corner of one's eye, they may spy a man with pale, fair skin, short black hair, and eyes so starkly blue and in such high contrast that it is a question of whether or not he is but a phantasm, or a Wraith in his own way.

Jan is not particularly powerfully built -- while someone of his size might choose calisthenics to maximize muscle density, Jan instead chooses practical exercises designed to give him a powerful kick and well-honed strength in his wrists and fingers, and the natural result is that his silhouette alone gives the impression that he is incredibly agile and quick to run. His arms are thin and only just toned enough to perhaps lift his own weight; his hips flare with his thick, toned thighs, and his chest is a bit... Sunken.

His face, however, belies his age and experience. It almost appears as if he never grows facial hair, and no immediate signs of age are uncovered by examining his features; perhaps the only thing that can be gained by looking at his face is that he is a bit... Girlish and angular. His high cheekbones, sharp turquoise eyes, small ears, thin black eyebrows and thin lips give him the face of a woman half his age.

Jan can commonly be seen in attire that matches the environment he's in to best suit an escape; in the underground, he'll use something in brown or in various shades of brown, olive drab and gray, of course varying based on the exact part of the underground he's visiting. Most of the time, he'll use full-finger gloves with only the index finger and thumb exposed on each hand, maintaining some level of dexterity while hiding most of his fingerprints; the astute observer will note that the gloves are particularly "grippy" at the fingers, just past his knuckles.

The only things that Jan wears that don't change with locale or circumstance are his holster, his OD-green backpack, and his gloves. All the rest... Well, it keeps the enemy guessing, doesn't it?

Except for that bandana, lifted over the bridge of his nose, hand-painted with four vertical white lines... Where have you seen that before...?

Personality: Jan is a realist, unfettered by the idea of politics in this era of human existence; he is a man with little time for games and political niceties, typically worsened by his adversaries' willingness to lie. He will not hesitate to tell you just how stupid he really thinks you are -- to a fault, some might say. He doesn't pull any punches when the time is right, but there is a certain level of tactfulness in his timing that can't be ignored. He has a... Peculiar way with words and a rather grim sense of humor.

You could say he always knows what to say and when to say it... But that'd be a lie. He's more of an enigma; he tells you just what you need to hear, and barely in the nick of time, but not to a fault wherein he costs himself his own skin in the process. There's just... Something about him that tells you he's been at this game for longer than you have; but he doesn't just outright say that's the case. Maybe he thinks lowly of his talents.

Gift: Jan might be good at remaining unnoticed -- really good at it -- but his most interesting ability by far is to be able to seemingly... Teleport. However, it tends to only be line-of-sight that you can tell, and only within a certain distance. It is a great drain on his mind, but when he does it just right, the teleportation is instantaneous and entirely silent, leaving not a trace that he had ever been in his original location. It isn't based on an incredible super-speed; stories are told of this man escaping a prison cell simply by... Vanishing and reappearing on the other side of the bars.

It's safe to assume that if he can see it, he can teleport to it... Within reason. Of course, he's never had a reason to teleport a mile away, has he?

Weapons/Tools: H&K USP-45 with flashlight underbarrel and suppressor. A very basic balisong knife.

Other:

RP Sample:
From Pokemon III by Stantler; back when I was kind of an idiot.