John Stiles

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John Stiles is an advanced Dog of War living in Kennet.

Personality

John has a solider mentality, he is the soldier mentality in a way. His memories and individual mannerisms are drawn from a large selection of soldiers.<ref>“John. It’s my understanding that you’re a… super soldier? A Dog of War?”

“No,” John said. “Yes, about the Dog of War label, no, I’m strong but I’m not a super soldier, like they appear in movies. I’ve been told I’m… a stained glass mosaic of a soldier, each segment pulled from someone.” - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.5</ref>

Relationships

Looks to Matthew Moss for orders.<ref>“Orders?” John asked. [...] “No orders,” Matthew said. “But if you wanted to take them somewhere out of earshot for a few minutes and let me finish this, it’d help.” - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.2</ref>

Like all the Kennet Others, in a mutual aid pact with the Kennet Trio.

Appearance

Blonde, short-cropped hair, pale skin with scars on his neck. Seems young, but with notable lines on his face.<ref name=":0">A guy she might have seen, once. It wasn’t like he was a familiar face, but she felt like there might have been a time at a big event when she’d seen him, thought he looked scary or intense, and then never had occasion to think about him again. Pale, his blond hair shorn short, he wore a canvas jacket that matched his pants, and he carried a bag. He wasn’t old, but the lines in his face were deep and sharp. - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.1</ref>

Dresses in canvas jacket and pants.<ref name=":0" />

Visibly looks scary/intense in demeanour,<ref name=":0" /> but with a look in his eyes as if wounded beyond repair.<ref>John glanced back across the clearing, surveying it. For a brief moment, he met Lucy’s eyes.

There was something about the look in John’s eyes that bothered her more than any creepy singing kids, any drunk old forsworn guy, or the way she couldn’t see Miss’s face.

Three years ago, she had heard shouting, and had hidden in her room. When she’d finally crept out, she’d found her mother sitting on her bed, crying. For one moment, before she’d realized Lucy was there, her mother had had this look on her face… like she’d been wounded in a way that cut deeper than bone.<br Then her mom had realized Lucy was there, mostly pulled herself together, and even though she hadn’t been able to talk much because choked up, took back room tucked in, giving a kiss goodnight.

John, as far as she could tell, had that look on his face all the time. He didn’t or couldn’t pull himself together, and he didn’t look like he tucked anyone in or gave anyone kisses goodnight. - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.2</ref>

Abilities and Art

Physically pretty strong,<ref>The intense looking guy broke away from the other conversation. He marched across the clearing, toward the goblins, who were too preoccupied to notice. He scooped them up and pulled them apart with apparent ease, despite the fact that tooth, nail, and stomach-spikes were hooked into one another.

Strong, Lucy noted. - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.2</ref> although not superhumanly so.<ref>“It’s more accurate to say I’m many fragments adding up to a whole. If I’m good at what I do, it’s because it’s more or less all that I do.” “So when you can improvise bombs and think those three or four steps ahead,” Lucy said, “it’s because-”

“It’s because that’s the way I think, when I have a free moment to think. I’m this, twenty-four seven, seven days a week. I don’t sleep, I don’t ever fully relax. If I do find distraction, it’s only a small share of me that’s distracted. The rest is ready.”

“Are you entirely made up of Canadian soldiers?”

“No. Canadian, American, ANA, armed citizens, others.”

“Why Kennet, then?”

“I think the part of me that thinks of ‘home’ came primarily from a man that thought of Kennet or a place very much like it.” - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.5</ref>

He had some degree of ability to perceive Spirits.<ref>“She had a shadow about her,” John said. “Around her head.”

“She could have looked too deep at something dark,” Matthew said.

“Good,” Lucy muttered.

“It wasn’t there when we confronted her the other night.” - Excerpt from Out on a Limb 3.1 </ref>

Possesses all the standard abilities of a Dog of War, i.e. he's an immortal, skilled soldier with a sense for the location of weapons. He is an advanced specimen given his ability to pass as a human.<ref name=":3">“What can you do, exactly? You come back when you’re killed?”

“More like I don’t die in the first place. I can always keep fighting until I’m badly wounded enough that nobody would believe I could keep fighting. If I get obliterated, you wait a couple days, I’ll show up again. I get stronger with every life I take. It clarifies me. I and the other ones like me began with no names, no real faces. Just… uniforms. Piecemeal, like each part of the outfit was taken from one body. After one very bloody, prolonged fight, I and two of my squadmates took on handles. Then names. Then specializations. Skillsets.” - Excerpt from Lost for Words 1.5</ref>

Tools

Used to have the remains of a bullet that he'd used to kill a fire elemental, which was imbued with some of it's energy. Gave it to the Kennet Trio.

Generally armed.

History

Before the Story

He was born and razed in afghanistan with his "siblings". They became more human and were picked of by various hazards Others like them would face. They came to Kennet to get away from things. Yalda couldn't adapt and had to be put down.

Trivia

Named himself after an old placeholder name, John-a-Stiles, possibly over 500 years old.

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