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Name: Jakile Aeolus, AKA: Jericho Jack, Jack.
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Anlarhi
Height: 5’ 8”, Galactic standard
Weight: 150



Description:
Fit, but not overly muscular or skinny. Has a fairly squared face, with sharp features—the most prominent being the nose, which is on the longer side, but very straight. His eyes are rounded, and very dark blue. Hair is dark as well, very deep brown—nearly black. It is interspersed with short, pointed feathers, most of which range from pale gray to white, and is quite striking. There is no facial hair.

His wings, which are of average size for his species, are a dusty-dark gray in color. Similar to the wings of the Gray Goshawk of Earth. The flight feathers are nearly black at the tips.

Like most Anlarhi, his feet are tough, and are more of a yellow shade than the rest of his skin—which is normally a pale color, darker across the back.


Clothing:
Standard uniform for the Aeon.
His off-duty clothes are fairly moderate, consisting mainly of loose-fitting, cotton shirts and pants of similar make. The colors are fairly monochromatic, matching Jakile’s own coloration—whites, blues, and dark grays. The make of all the clothes is simplistic, and make use of ties in place of buttons, zippers or snaps. He wears no shoes.



Personality:
Upbeat. Jakile isn’t the sort of person to sit around and brood. He prefers to take care of his problems, rather than just dwell on them—Hamlet, he is not. Fairly relaxed as well, takes a major upheaval to “ruffle his feathers”. However, he is known for his quick switches between modes—between DOCTOR and Just Jakile. While working on patients in serious conditions he is known to become more demanding, and snappish. In routine checkups, however, he retains his laid-back, upbeat manner. He’s friendly to a point—talkative and open without revealing everything about himself or asking too many personal questions. As in, he will start a conversation with a patient about everything and nothing at the same time, making them feel at ease without actually getting to know them.



Occupation/Class:
Head Medic for the Station Aeon.



Accessories:
Usually keeps a notepad and writing utensil with him in one pocket, and a bottle of pills in another—they are supplements he adds to various drinks he has periodically through the day.

He wears a pair of dog tags on a long chain—a habit he picked up from one of his human friends on a previous assignment. They lack any information, and are simply blank. It does not appear that he knows the reason for them, and thinks of them as “a stylish addition to a really dull uniform”.

Jakile is also never without either his cigarettes, nor his lighter. He will smoke any brand, but keeps the same lighter throughout. It is silver, with an Anlarhi saying inscribed on one side, and the English translation on the other – “If you fly high, don’t look down.”



Skills:
Working under pressure—the more intense the situation, the calmer Jakile seems to get. He’s best at field dressings, diagnosis’, and most medical treatments. Like most males of his species, he’s a competent singer; decent, not anything more.



Weaknesses:
Firing weapons. Jakile can’t shoot straight to save his life. He’s also shaky on surgery—preferring more trained surgeons, or, in this age, computers, to do the work for him. He can be hypocritical at times—especially in regards to his smoking. Spacecraft are not his friends, as despite being avian in origin, he has a tendency towards “seasickness”, and has the same problem while actually on the water. He is awkward in close spaces, as he overcompensates for the weight of his wings.



History:
Jakile’s family was fairly low-income. His father a sculptor and his mother took odd jobs. As such, he was sent to the Rookeries at the earliest opportunity, and barely knew them. His childhood was really no different from any other Anlarhi child, though he was known as a ladies man in his teens.

After reaching adulthood, he opted to pursue a career in medicine, though his family’s savings were not enough to put him through the training. Because of this, he found himself in the military, being trained as a medic. He was given very basic training in self-defense, but it was abandoned when it became clear he was next to hopeless when it came to firing any sort of gun.

He served for several years without seeing action, until his company was sent out to aid in a losing war on another world. For his first time, Jakile did well enough keeping his group patched together—until they were ordered to occupy a small, walled city. The enemy attacked, and the company held the city to the last man—Jakile. He was only able to buy time until reinforcements arrived, due to his discovery of a large, automatic weapon similar to a machine gun. He was given the nickname “Jericho” by the humans on their side—something he is fairly embarrassed about.