name: jagger halliwell
age: twenty two
appearance: jagger is a rather unremarkable young man. he is too small to draw much attention, and too thin to look like any real threat. his hair is dark brown, too long, and wildly wavy. he has one good eye (the other is covered with a swash of black fabric he ties around his head), which is dark brown, almost black.
motivation: jagger is as hedonistic as they come. everything he does is for money, and his own personal pleasure.
would you rather?
have good friends or lots of money: lots of money
kill someone to save yourself or die to save someone else: kill someone to save himself
what would you do?
wrongfully imprisoned:
jagger leaned against the bars, pulling his best puppy dog eyes, "please, can i have some water?" he asked in his most pathetic voice. the guard watching him glared, but went to get water anyways. when he came close, jagger snagged the man by the front of the shirt, pulling him against the bars. with nimble fingers, he snagged the dagger from his belt and pressed it against the man's throat. he may not have committed the crime they had arrested him for, but he had committed many others. he would kill to get out of this with his life.
made to kill an innocent:
"am i being paid?" jagger tilted his head back, observing the man in front of him, "i'll do it if i'm being paid."
the man snorted, "why would i pay a common thug to do what he always does?" he spat.
jagger didn't like the pretentious tone of his voice. examining his nails for a moment, he let out a low sigh, "i really wish you would've paid me." he said. he was quick to unsheathe his dagger. the man didn't have a chance to react. jagger pushed him off his blade and walked away.
he was sick of people profiling him (meant to be a little funny, because he ended up killing an innocent anyways).
