Here is a magnificent ref sheet done up by the awesome duo Lingrimm. I am really happy with the results and their design style, the clothing design is supurb if i say so myself. its elegant and simple at the same time and exactly what i was in need for. Thanks go out to Lingrimm and all the effort put into this.

[Sergal#0485]
Gender:: Male
Sexual orientation/sexual pref::
Age:: 27yrs
Status/class:: member of the northern clan, division of special intelligence/recon.
Physical:: lith build, quick, white fur with black highlights, vermillion eyes, black claws, fur tattoo.
Quirks:: very quiet, can stand still for long periods off time, observant, minimalist.
Personality:: Very kind person, respects others especially elders children and superiors, will be sadistic to anyone who means harm or enemies, hard to get to talk will usually let others do the talking or decision making, likes to make friends but is hard due to his quiet personality.
Skills:: infiltration, intelligence gathering, spy networking, paw to paw combat, small arms training, designated marksman, long distance shooting, knife throwing and use, field survival, concealment training and recon training.
Profession:: squad member of shigu OPS division 6
Relationships status:: Taken
Backstory:: Jager was born in the Eastern territories as an albino sergal with pale eyes. Most of the villagers in his home viewed this as an ill omen, despising him for his solid white fur, claiming it to be a sign of bad luck and his pale eyes as a sign of evil. His parents died early in his youth, and so by being an outcast and despised by everyone in his village he was cast out to live a solitary life in the wilderness. He wandered for many weeks until he stumbled upon a secret monastery, home to disciples of a secret clan known as the "Kage Sergaru" He was adopted into the temple and trained. Proving his mettle, the clan trial branded his fur with dark markings to represent his completion. After his training he became a wandering warrior, taking lives for coin if need arose, with a preference for targets that came with a challenge. After mercenary work, he established his own sect within the grand Shigu army, under the title of Shigu Spec Ops 6. Jager tends to keep to himself, but he looks forward to meeting more challenges along the way as he continues his adventures.

backstory on the voodoo doll:
Jager had an old rival in his adventures that caused a bit of pain to him and others, while he was browsing the restricted section of a bazaar he found a small doll that looked exactly like his old nemesis. He uses it as a stress relief, he puts a knife into its back when he is reminded of that past.

[Kuni & bombs]
Jager uses various tactics of evasion, he employs his skill set and tools to great effect. The knife is a standard tool fashioned after a kunai, its uses vary.

[Scroll & pen]
Jager needs parchment to record contracts, locations and people he deems important. The ink used can only be seen under certain circumstances and conditions.

[sand hourglass]
In the past Jager was tasked with assassinating a political target, they were a conflicting public figure whom gave a bit of grief to the northern nation. He was tasked with quiet elimination and to make it look as if natural cause. He infiltrated the targets compound and located his bounty laying in bed, he was about to silence him but found him to be already deceased. Time was not on Jagers side but fortune was. Ironically, natural death took his targets life and so he was paid for his effort none the less. The hour glass he found as a small trinket around the targets neck, Jager took it. He found out later through his fence contact that glass was made of fine melted sand from the deepest valley in the south and the sand inside was found deep in the oceans off the the capitals border.

[Tattered letter]
This letter Jager found in the burnt remains of his childhood home, it has his original birth name inscribed very faintly upon it.

[Infinity necklace]
This is a sacred a sigil given to members of the Kage clan upon completion of the families discipline. Its three diamonds stand for past, present and future. the way the metal never touches stands for birth-life-death infinite cycle. It is also the clans symbol and is seen on the garb worn by its councilor ranked members.

[Jagers unique markings]

At a very young age Jager was an only child, born a colorless his pale appearance made life difficult for him and his parents, he lost them in a fire and was made to blame for it as his existence was only rewarded with poor luck, left with nothing and no money Jager left the small cold eastern village devastated. He wandered for what seemed like weeks only able to survive by catching small game to eat and mountain water to drink. After a time he was very lost in the Mountains deep dark cold forest with no hope of finding civilization, he was about to give up when he came a upon a clearing in the trees, it was so silent and cold he could only hear his heart beating in his chest and the cloud from his breath.

There was only a very old and ornate water well in the center of the clearing, Jager approached the well cautiously fearing he had stumbled upon private lands, he only wanted to steal a quick drink of water and leave as the heavy cold air sent unnatural chills down his spine. As he finished his drink and turned to leave he stopped frozen in place as a cloaked figure stood mere feet away from him, not a sound was made from his approach nor prints in the snow from which he came, all Jager could look at was the icy blue gaze from the strangers eyes as they froze him in his place, all he could do was stand there un blinking and afraid.

After what seemed an eternity the cloaked figure spoke in a very faint whisper that felt like a cold shadow inside Jagers head. He sad:
"If you have need of water you need but ask for it, there is no parched tongue that which the well could not sate".

Jager could only hang his head low in guilt, his shoulders slumped in a tired act of defeat, he fell to his knees to ask for pardon and by chance if the stranger had directions to the nearest town or village for work.
the stranger in his faint voice said:
"No direction have I for you of that which you seek but work I have that will be your direction"
Jager looked at him puzzled and before he could speak the stranger spoke again:
"come, follow me, I see something in you now that which you, in time will see. There in lies a difficult path ahead for Jager but one with greatness in exchange for grief past".
Jager was surprised the hooded figure knew and spoke his name, he felt as if he had no choice but to follow him. The Man turned and very swiftly made for the opposite end of the clearing with Jager in tow, they walked under the Heavy snow laden trees a short distance until a very tall brass door way came into view, its entrance guarded a lofty monastery. as they approached the footing of the gateway the Man turned to Jager and said:
"once ye enter ye may not leave until your trainig is complete, will ye take the unknown path?"
Jagers heart jumped and soon felt heavy with fear but was quickly overtaken with a sense courage. He took a step towards the tall set of doors and as if by command they began to open, his journey of Shadow began.

After years passed by from that fateful cold day Jager was inducted into the school of shadow, his long years spent in the ways of learning language, grammar, mathmatics, theory and ways of war (a luxury not available in a poor village). Jager spent most of his time training under the tutelage of the Man who found him, he taught him all the ways of combat and war. He taught in the ways of conflict resolution and how to if necessary end them in one blow, his masters way of teaching was swift and harsh but came with great reward as Jager in time could give his old master a challenging fight, so much so that his Master approached him telling him:
"Nothing more will I show you that which you already know, you have mastered my technique, now, one last trial you will face. Steel yourself for this will shape you in the way that those before you have been shaped, none who enter return as they were. Each is unique, each have earned their doom".

Jager lowered his head, he knew the day would come when he would learn his fate, Jager looked up at his old Master nodding silently. His master spoke:
"return yourself to that which we met, that place you were not supposed to see, not until those who have mastered themselves have been able to encounter the well"

Jager not understanding made his way to the old clearing, not since his youth had he stepped forth from the gates of the monastery, it was a cool summers day in the quartyard and as he made his travels through the forests path he noticed the trees turning leafless and void of summer life, it soon turned quite cold until he found his way to the familiar clearing of trees. He stood motionless at its edge taken aback from the unseasion like snow on the ground, his gaze coming upon the old well, unchanged as if age had no hold over it. He approached, the only sound his beating heart and his breath not so heavy as before, as he stood at the well a familiar old whispering voice crept into his ears, he turned seeing his Old master, this time his cold white eyes peering as if seeing through Jager, the old man spoke:
"this is a place not seen, colorless, a shadow of thought and a void in time. None but the permitted can exist here, for it was an oddity encountering a small child in the void, it beckoned you here, a colorless though seems fate. When your time drew short the well bestowed upon you that which has never been given. Most who gaze into the well lose themselves and are taken by the void never to walk this plane. So, let us see if the well will permit you to learn your existence, will it consume you or will you see that which those before you have seen?"

Jager turned his pale eyes to the abyss that was the well, he placed his hands on its edge looking deeply only seeing his reflection peering back, after a while he could feel a wave of disappointment as nothing was happening, though after his mind turned hazy his reflections eyes had turned completely black, he froze in fear as his hands felt glued in place, he felt as if he was falling into the ink black abyss of the well. The endless falling felt like eons, Jager cried out suddenly as he felt his feet and legs bound in place, his sight flickering in and out until he could no longer see his reflection at all, his mind went numb as the wells shadow stretched forth covering his whole body, its blank tendrils spreading out in all directions pulling Jager further into the void.

Jager suddenly found himself standing in a vast white plane void of color and light, only the feeling of water at his feet. He looked down expecting to see his reflection but there was none, he felt alone only faint echos of what seemed like distant music kept company, he wandered this plane not being able to cry out or make any sense of direction. After an untold amount of time Jager could only feel himself drifting until he himself were becoming a specter of shadow. It wasn't till he made himself pay attention to the echoing music that he could here a faint voice between the lines, it was so quiet he would loose it and then regain it as if feeling blind for a guide rope in a raging storm.

Finally he made out the voice, it was a child's voice, it seemed familiar yet old in his memory. He strained his ears making sense of nothing until the faint sound stopped completely, there came a sound of water drops, distant at first until it drew close behind Jager, he turned suddenly coming into view of a small colorless Sergal child. Jager recognized it instantly as himself in his youth, he saw the look of distrust and fear in his own eyes, his child apparition slowly fading but not before his small hand lifted and pointed to a place behind Jager. As he turned he found himself again in the clearing yet not quite the same, time seemed to be at a stand still, only a black figure peering into the well.

As Jager approached the figure he recognized himself, he was an apparition disconnected from his body yet he could not make out and body like details of his shadow self, he reached out to touch his shoulder only for the abyssal black substance to jump to his hand and pull him in. he tried to pull but it only pulled him further in until he merged with his own body, His soul being consumed. He awoke suddenly back at the well, the familiar cold bite in the air confirming this, Jagers eyesight was blurry but as it came to he couldn't recognize himself, he felt better than he ever had before. His eyesight, hearing and sense of smell so sharp, the feeling of the cold stone at his feet so clear. Jager looked down at his hands, he couldn't comprehend, his fur had changed from his old colorless white to a black and white stripe type pattern.

His last two fingers completely black as the same color went up his arms and down his back to the front of his stomach, his thighs and tail black as well. He twitched as he felt his hair had grown , two braided strands of hair on each side of his head, he looked back into the well only to see blood red eyes staring back, his muzzle black on top except for a strange intertwined coloration.







(I will update minor details and back stories when needed and they arise here for ease of character profiling)

artwork ©  Lingrimm

character © Me

sergals © mick39