Ajax Gunn

Name: Ajax “Jax” Gunn
Aliases: Colton Dwyer, Subject #03, Devil Dog, Blackbird, Sergeant
Age: 39
Birthday: November 24, 1982
Height: 5’11” Human, 7’4” Werewolf
Sexuality: Biromantic Gray-Asexual
Gender: Cis male (he/him)
Species: Human (formerly), Genetically Engineered Werewolf
Born In: Alexandria, Virginia
Currently Resides In: N/A

Born as Colton Dwyer in Alexandria, Virginia, Jax grew up with what was a relatively non-eventful life. Never a particularly gifted child in any specific subject, he enjoyed sports and exploring in the forests that surrounded his home for hours; had a mother and father that loved him and two older sisters that cared for him and annoyed the hell out of him in equal measure. The biggest change that ever came his way was his decision to join the army only a year out of high school instead of heading to college, stemming from what he’d initially called a sense of obligation to fight for his country, but now thinks was just some excuse to feed the itch inside of him begging for any fight at all; a choice he’d later come to regret for more than one reason.He’d already served a tour when he’d heard rumors of a program being overseen by top brass that was looking for volunteers- some sort of an experimental drug trial, so hush-hush barely anyone had even heard of it except for the ones that had been approached to take part. Ended up, he was to become one of those unlucky few. Of course, he didn’t see it for what it was at first, and despite his initial discomfort he went along with the check-ups and the blood tests and the routine injections of god only knew what every morning like clockwork. But, as time went on and his own body changed, the program took on a more sinister edge. The military wasn’t just interested in the effects of certain drugs on their soldiers' health, they were creating something; killing machines. Attack dogs on leashes that would follow wherever the finger was pointed and eliminate targets with deadly precision, soldiers more powerful than any nation had ever seen before and helpless to anything but their handler’s bidding. No one ever uttered the words out loud, but Jax knew what they were being turned into, whether anyone involved wanted to admit it or not. Werewolves.

Unlike most mainstream media adaptations of the creature, the Subjects grew into the ability to change at will, and they more or less retained their minds in their beast form, though they’re very easily lost to instinct and the innate desire to kill and destroy thanks to the volatility and flaws in the initial experimentation process. These creatures are very, very dangerous and next to impossible to tame and/or control. While they have vague control over their actions during their voluntary shifts, a full moon effectively strips all control away from them and for one night they change, unwillingly, into completely unmanageable, lethal beasts. With no other way to correct this, military officials would lock the Subjects up in high security cages on the night of each full moon until morning dawned and they turned back.As the program progressed and the Subjects ability to shift between forms became more stable, Jax and the others were used as living weapons, sent off on top secret missions (usually under the cover of darkness) to sniff out and effectively erase whatever mark they’d been given off of the face of the earth. He had virtually no true autonomy during this period, and was subjected to long stints of isolation, invasive procedures and medical check ins, and intensive training to both try and somewhat tame the beast inside of himself as well as hone it into a skilled and ruthless hunter.This went on for years (seven, he knows now that he’s free, and curls his lip every time he involuntarily thinks back to it). Unable to continue stomaching the nature of the missions and imprisonment he and his unit were subjected to, he finally snapped and went rogue during an assignment, managing to dodge the handlers and soldiers sent to recapture him and regaining his freedom in the process.Upon his escape he changed his name to the one he’s known by now- Ajax ‘Jax’ Gunn- in an effort to hide himself from the view of anyone involved with the program, and began traveling throughout the United States, never staying in one place for too long in fear of being tracked down. With no good source of income and no way to get a stable job, he resorted to underground work as an assassin and hitman, off of the mindset that, at that point and after all he’s been through, killing is the only real thing he knows he’s good at doing.

At first meeting, the word one would usually use to describe Jax would be ‘cold’. Maybe even irritable, depending on the day- a gruffness and bluntness that’s only gotten worse since his resurrection at the hands of Lykaion.Not much of a people person, it takes a while for him to warm up to someone, preferring solitude for the safety of himself and others and as a result of his incredibly low sense of self worth- seeing himself as the kind of person who does nothing but hurt people, that’s not good for anyone else and, quite frankly, doesn't deserve to be- as well as having a short fuse that’s quick to spark in the face of company if he’s not really in the best of moods. He’s quiet about his pain- his motto for himself may as well be ‘swallow it down and deal with it’- and doesn’t enjoy letting his walls down or letting people in, and he can seem almost feral at times, like a wild animal. The beast peaking through his human façade.

He suffers from intense PTSD relating to events in his past; not only the trauma he suffered during his years involved with the lycanthrope program but also to a lesser extent from his active duty beforehand as an army veteran, and the constant high stress and high combat situations he’s found himself in over the years. His own lycanthropy can be somewhat seen as a trigger as well- many of the things he’s done attributed to the beast have left him scarred with feelings of guilt and repulsion over his actions, and he’s constantly battling with himself over the horror of what he does and what he’s become and that fact that some part of him, despite it all, enjoys it, and wonders if this is what he’s truly been, deep down inside,- what he was meant to be- all along. Because of this along with the training ingrained in him from back in his military days, he's in a constant state of vigilance over his surroundings and forever on the lookout for possible threats, giving him the appearance of someone almost always on edge and incredibly tense.Despite it, he has a soft side once he feels comfortable enough letting someone peek through his walls of steel, and becomes extremely attached to and protective over the ones he cares about. When he cares for someone, he cares with every inch of himself and will do whatever he can to keep them safe and feeling as good as they can, even if he doesn’t feel he deserves the same (which harkens back to the immense guilt he feels over the things he took part in and did, and honestly, still does both with his current line of work and because of the violent urges of his more beastly side, exacerbated by an anger he thinks he’s had in his bones since he was born.) If he feels he has the ability to help someone in need without the possibility of making things worse, he will, even if it means putting himself in harm's way.