Jackie Rowne

"Hmm, that gold store seems a good target, lack of security due to their very one sided war, it's also well stocked, which would suit me well." Jackie Rowne muttering to herself shortly before leaving the Heraldian military.
Jackie Rowne is a Dragoian-Human hybrid, commonly believed to just be a freak of a Human, who served in the Heraldian Military before creating her own army. Ever since the death of her mother, she prefers to be called by just her surname.
==Profile==
*Name: Jackie Anna Rowne
*Birth Date: 1899
* Height: 7ft 8in
*Species: Dragoian-Human Hybrid
* Gender: Female
*Weight: 2364 Kg
==Overview==
Conceived as a normal human would be in the first month of 1899, her mother Amanda Rowne would've gave birth to a normal human baby had a rogue Dragoian scientist not approached her two months into her pregnancy. The Dragoian scientist offered Amanda a large cash payment in return for injecting her with a serum he had that he promised would "make her daughter something better", Amanda only accepted the offer after numerous assurances from the Dragoian that her baby wouldn't be harmed due to being desperate for money after her recent divorce caused by her revealing she was pregnant to her husband.
The Dragoian scientist returned to witness Rowne's almost routine birth in the 10th month of 1899 as per the deal made with Amanda to see if his serum had worked. Seeing the baby's unusually pale skin and curious lack of nipples or genitals made him so excited that he barely noticed that Rowne's weight was considered fatally high for a baby by the human doctors present. While the human doctors tried to warn Amanda that her baby was likely going to die and to prepare for the worst, the Dragoian desperately tried to convince Amanda that she had just given birth to something special who would grow up perfectly healthy. In the ensuing argument between the human doctors and the Dragoian, Amanda covered her newly born baby's ears before screeching at them that nobody was going to take her child from her, and that she didn't want to leave her daughter alone.
Rowne was raised alone by her mother in a mid-sized town in the north of Heraldia, with periodic visits from the Dragoian scientist to check she was growing according to predictions based on his research and to make sure Amanda could continue to afford raising her daughter alone. 
Bullied heavily at school primarily because of her Hybrid features, initially starting with just her pale skin and inhuman fangs drawing attention, but later her abnormal size and incredibly early breast development drew her more unwanted attention from bullies. Rowne eventually lost control and would start to threaten the bullies with physical retaliation, with a lurch from Rowne often being enough to send them running, knowing the morbidly unfit Rowne couldn't catch them but scared of her if she did. 
A few months after Rowne stopped growing at age 16, stopping at a truly inhuman size of 7ft 8in, she started to experience an unusual craving to eat human meat. She resisted the urge and kept it to herself for a few weeks, but by the time 1916 had rolled around she couldn't keep her cravings to herself and finally admitted that she had these cravings to her mother. The following conversation was completely joyless, being something Amanda had feared for years, but resulted in a promise to Rowne that the subject would be raised with the Dragoian scientist as soon as possible. Within a week, the Dragoian scientist showed up with a bag of frozen meat and a room temperature burger, both of which turned out to be human meat. The burger was immediately offered to Rowne who greedily shovelled it into her maw while the Dragoian explained the situation to Amanda, who would later explain it to Rowne. The frozen bag of human meat would gradually decrease over the next two years, with Rowne only being allowed to eat from it when her cravings got so bad she couldn't control them. These periods got progressively shorter, originally being several months but rapidly decreasing to several weeks, with it getting to around 2 weeks by the time Rowne turned 19. 
In 1918, the bag of human meat was running low and, no matter what was tried, contact with the Dragoian scientist couldn't be made which worried both Amanda and Rowne. By Rowne's birthday, the bag was nearly empty. A few weeks before Annual Gifting Period, the bag was completely empty and without a Dragoian, it wasn't possible to obtain more human meat without killing a human. Upon realising the urgency of the situation, and not wanting to kill anyone because her mother disapproved of it, Rowne decided to finally treat her cravings as an addiction and go completely off human meat. A little over two weeks after last eating human meat and deciding to never eat it again, Rowne's urges got uncontrollably bad and was losing her grip on reality, snapping a day later and going into a frenzied rage which she cannot remember the events of, during which she viciously attacked her mother with the sole goal of eating her. Waking the next day with the cravings gone and feeling good for beating them, she went downstairs to find her mother's mangled and half-devoured corpse on the floor, the sight of which immediately triggered an anguished rage-filled howl and the sudden realisation that her cravings hadn't gone, she'd satisfied them in the worst possible way. Pragmatism set in amongst constant anguish, realising that she'd just murdered her own mother, but as horrible as it was, she had a source of human meat to keep her cravings away for a while while she came to terms with what she had done and how she could continue, so she decided to cut up her mother's corpse and freeze the chunks, tears streaming down her face and with constant cursing and wishing it was all just a nightmare. 
Killing her mother in a craving filled rage killed Rowne inside, blaming her morality of not killing other humans to satisfy her cravings as the reason for her losing her mother. She lived in the house for a few months while gradually eating the last of her mother to satisfy her cravings while thinking about what to do with her life, living in the house she killed her mother in made her unable to escape memories of the only person who truly loved her, prompting the first step of her life plan to be to her to sell the family house to escape the memories and move to a much smaller and cheaper house near the Heraldian capital of Heraldsoe. 
In early 1920, she had completed the move and used the funds from selling her old family house to fund the creation of a custom set of armour and an anti-tank lance/battleaxe hybrid called VamPyre, giving the Dragoian gunsmith, named Naresh Lisark, she organised to make the equipment a deal to lower the cost, as she knew the Dragoian believed there was no way she could use the equipment she'd ordered, she made a deal where if she couldn't lift the excessively heavy armour and weapon she'd commissioned, she'd allow the Naresh to eat her. Naresh took the deal and did the work at cost, seeing Rowne's simplistic sketches as being easily melted back down once she inevitably would fail to wear them, allowing for him to recoup the costs of the abnormally expensive Rare Dragoian Metal alloy and the already significant payment and the significant bulk of Rowne herself making up for the cost of labour and obtaining and modifying a Dragoian military Anti-Tank lance. A few months later with the armour and lance completed, the Dragoian returned to the arranged meeting spot and Rowne got the products she'd ordered and the better of the deal, easily dealing with the armour's bulk and Lance's weight much to Naresh's astonishment. Naresh was so impressed with Rowne's feat that he willingly gave her a discount on any future purchases or projects and the two eventually developed a good working relationship, with Naresh eventually becoming Rownecorp's chief gunsmith. 
Throughout the rest of 1920 and into 1922, Rowne worked odd menial jobs where her impressive strength came in handy to keep herself from running out of money while she prepared herself for the next phase of her plan. Preparations included training with her new lance and armour, as well as with a rifle and pistol at the nearest firing range. During this time, several homeless people disappeared from her town, with Rowne preying upon them in the middle of the night to satisfy her craving for human meat. 
In mid 1922, Rowne started to linger around a pub known to be frequented by Heraldian military officers, waiting for a suitably drunk officer of at least Colonel rank which she could bait into a fight to allow for her to exploit a silly antiquated Heraldian military law that would allow her to bypass actually having to rise through the ranks. In the 11th month of 1922, her chance finally arrived, after a Colonel Hershe was celebrating a recent but minor victory over a Dragoian raid (successfully killing a Dragoian while only taking around half a squad worth of casualties) with his squad and staggered out of the pub. Rowne saw the drunk officer as her chance and performed a truly embarrassing attempt of a pickup line on the drunken Colonel, the results were unexpected, but got the desired result, with the drunken Colonel rejecting Rowne's truly embarrassing pickup line stating that nobody could be drunk enough to want Rowne, to which Rowne responded at how offended she was and that she would only settle it with a fist fight, saying she wouldn't want him either if he couldn't prove he was stronger. The drunken Colonel was oddly hesitant, but his equally drunken squadmates egged him on, saying how a man shouldn't take such crap from such a fat ugly woman, which inevitably started a brief fight. Rowne let the colonel have the first few punches, mostly to gauge just how weak he was in comparison, before hitting him squarely in the gut so hard he instantly keeled over much to the shock of his squadmates. A few hours and a trip to the Heraldsoe Heraldian army base later alongside an embarrassed Colonel Hershe, Rowne was a Heraldian army Colonel, having successfully exploited the antiquated and somewhat silly military law. 
It took a little over a week for Rowne to get a uniform that actually fit, having to have it custom tailored as no off the shelf uniforms would fit her. While her uniform was being made and for the rest of the month, Rowne was, as per tradition for those getting in via the antiquated law, given the absolute basics in drill, military etiquette and weapons handling by a grudging Colonel Hershe. Rowne picked up the concept and drill and military etiquette quickly, and much to Colonel Hershe's surprise, showed that she was already competent with firearms and easily passed the basic competency tests on the firing range. Following the month of rushed training, Rowne was ready to be transferred from training to official command of Colonel Hershe's squad, resulting in her first encounter with the Heraldian northern army's commander, Field Marshal Greysworth just before Annual Gifting Period started. 
Meeting her squad for the first time as their official primary officer went as she had predicted, thinly veiled hatred towards her, which only got worse when her first order was to intensify training during the Annual Gifting Period in preparation for their next deployment. During this initial day of training under Rowne, she made it clear that anyone who wanted to disobey her could only do so if they could beat her in a test of strength. Discontent was so bad that despite a solid chunk of the squad witnessing her floor their previous commander with one punch over a month ago, over a quarter of them, mostly new recruits who, decided to try their luck, resulting in a few hours of painful embarrassment and bruised egos for the squad, and a string of laughably easy wins for the inhuman Rowne. This string of displays didn't make the squad like her any more, but did make them respect her brute strength if nothing else. Just 3 days into training, much to the squad's delight, a runner arrived to deliver the news that the squad was going to be deployed for their next two month stint defending the small border town of Jokelhurst on the first day of the new year of 1923, expected to be an easy stint as it was unlikely for a Dragoian raid to hit the town again given they had hit it just under two months ago. 
The first 5 weeks of deployment were routine, no sign of Dragoians anywhere remotely near Jokelhurst, which resulted in Rowne's squad mostly conducting mock battles in the surrounding countryside, with Rowne herself playing the role of a raiding Dragoian much to her squad's delight, earning her a bit of goodwill from the squad for deliberately allowing them to shoot at her, albeit with non-lethal wooden bullets. Rowne satisfied her cravings during this deployment by sneaking into Jokelhurst at night and locating some unfortunate person wandering around at night, hiding the remains so she could return and feast on slightly rotting human without having to risk exposing herself by killing another. Week 6 is when things changed, with scouts reporting a Dragoian raiding force consisting of a light tank, APC and a small escort of around 20 troops were approaching the border. Despite having no actual combat experience, Rowne guessed that due to including a tank, the raid actually intended to hit Jokelhurst itself, prompting an order from Rowne to engage the Dragoians as close to the border as possible and not let them reach Jokelhurst. Morale absolutely plummeted on giving this order, with Rowne believing they only followed her into battle on the hopes that the Dragoians would end her for them. Rowne's plan was simple, have a small detachment of the squad led by Colonel Hershe lure the Dragoians into a small wooded area just on the Heraldian side of the border where Rowne and the rest of the squad's anti-tank lance users would try and take out the Dragoian tank before committing the squad's tank or the bulk of the squad's infantry. The small decoy team just about managed to get the Dragoians to follow them into the wooded area, only losing two men in the process with one of them being Colonel Hershe, leading to Rowne's team of lance users to ambush the Dragoian's tank, with Rowne's powerful lance landing a good second shot on the tank's radiator, taking it out much to the amazement and shock of everyone else around. Upon seeing the destruction of the Dragoian tank, the rest of Rowne's squad engaged, with Rowne herself leading the charge into the confused Dragoian force aiming for the Dragoian's lancers while the rest of Rowne's lance users started to focus on the APC. During the manic fray that ensued, Rowne managed to behead a Dragoian lancer and steal his pistol, but not without getting shot back, her impressive armour finally earning it's keep. After an hour of the first shot being fired, the demoralised and massively outnumbered Dragoians surrendered, having lost their tank, the machine gun on their APC and 13 of their 20 infantry dead, 11 of which were either directly killed by Rowne herself or because they got distracted by her and got peppered to death by large quantities of human munitions, while human deaths numbered only 10, with 7 non-lethal casualties. 
The surrender's terms were discussed by the APC's driver, the highest ranking Dragoian survivor, and Rowne, with the surviving Dragoians being allowed to live only if they both left all their equipment behind, and were to be publicly humiliated by paraded through Jokelhurst. The Dragoians accepted the terms, feeling the shame of being beaten by humans was better than the eternal shame of being killed by one, or worse, killed by one without a firearm. Morale in Rowne's squad shot up following this successful defence, despite the losses, and the celebrations in Jokelhurst went on all night, with hangovers blighting the bulk of the squad the next day. While her squad was getting drunk and celebrating with the town, Rowne took inventory of the captured Dragoian equipment, getting an idea having seen the effectiveness of the Dragoian's Hydra Pistol and it's surprisingly low recoil, to have Naresh convert them into human use, using the rest of the captured Dragoian weapons as payment. While her squad was finally starting to stop celebrating and go to bed, Rowne made a phone call to Naresh to organise collection. Partly due to their hangovers and partly due to Rowne letting them have the day off, nobody noticed when Rowne borrowed the captured Dragoian APC, filled it with all the captured Dragoian equipment, and drove it to the border. On the trip, she deliberately swung by the shallow grave containing Colonel Hershe, just to exhume him as food for the day. When she returned just as the sun was going down, some of the more sober members of the squad wondered where she had been, resulting in a bad excuse saying she had gone to give the APC a good shakedown run, as well as to destroy the all but useless to humans Dragoian equipment. 
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==Hybrid Abilities==
Rowne is a pure-breed DragonKin-Human hybrid, which has given her pretty much all the perks of being a DragonKin female, with an appearance that can just about pass as human. However, she also has the weight of a DragonKin female, which has often resulted in embarrassing moments during her earlier years and whenever she had to interact with purely human environments, often involving breaking furniture and occasionally even breaking floors or stairs just because of her incredible weight. As one of the quirks of being a DragonKin/Non-DragonKin hybrid, her proportional weight is roughly half what it would be if she was a purely DragonKin being, with this lesser weight coming from having less scales and those scales containing less DragonKin Base Metal than a typical pure DragonKin would, but also due to lower concentrations of DBM found throughout bone structures. This makes a hybrid proportionally less durable than if they were an identically sized pure DragonKin, but still considerably more durable than the non-DragonKin species they are a hybrid with.
Her abnormally pale skin colour is a result of her hybrid nature, with her skin covering a layer of grey scales with only minor amounts of blood vessels between the scales and skin. This scale layer is considerably thinner and contains less DBM than would be found in a typical Dragoian or Ancient Dragoian.
Despite her small stature compared to a Dragoian, she is easily capable of beating all but the absolute strongest Dragoians in a physical fight and in a hypothetical situation where she was the same size as a Dragoian or Ancient Dragoian, she would be considered to be stronger than average by Ancient Dragoian standards. Her strength took some getting used to while growing up, resulting in her treating human items delicately to avoid damaging them.
While she loves her hybrid abilities, she is occasionally annoyed by her large jutting upper fangs which have a tendency to dig into her skin under certain facial positions causing her lower jaw to bleed and coat the fangs. It doesn't happen frequently, but enough to build up a layer of blood on the teeth that eventually would permanently discolour them the red of Dragoian blood.
==Armour==
Rowne's armour, known during the Rownecorp era as the RC-BA-1, is a set of solid high purity RDM plates and an abnormally short blast shield, attached to the armour's fabric sandwiched chainmail undersuit via hooks and leather straps. The heaviest part of the armour is the breastplate, a huge slab of metal designed to fit Rowne's body and almost completely encases it when combined with the backplate. The plates of the armour, as well as the chainmail in the undersuit, are of higher RDM content than normal Dragoian infantry armour plates while the thickness of the plates are thicker than Dragoian infantry armour plates, allowing for the armour to shrug off all but the most direct shots from even Dragoian military issue rifles.
The armour's high protection comes with some significant downsides. The simplistic and rugged design is both extremely heavy, and allows for minimum torso movement, which limits Rowne's ability to move, while the limited protection on limbs compared to Dragoian standards has resulted in Rowne taking several bullets to her arms and legs over the years, only surviving without permanent injury thanks to her innate DragonKin regenerative abilities.
==Combat Style ==
Rowne is a competent shot with a rifle, easily passing the tests in the Heraldian military, but prefers to use her custom made anti-tank lance VamPyre instead, being considered a good shot with it and also deadly in close combat when the need arises, using it as a brutally effective axe, often tripping her victim first before landing a killing blow with the axe head. Despite the weapon's large size, she is capable of using a Dragoian Hydra Pistol one-handed, but is only capable of hitting targets at close range with it.
Following the founding of Rownecorp, she expanded her personal arsenal to include a custom compact version of the RC-MR rifle suited to her size but still packing standard Dragoian sized rounds, and a RC-HP tailored to her. Despite training with these weapons, she's never been more than average with them, and still prefers to use VamPyre if possible.
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