Early Ideas For Jackie Rowne (ARCHIVED - NON-CANON)

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== Original Rowne Article Below ==
"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 (she doesn't use her middle name) is a Dragon-Dragoian-Human hybrid, commonly thought of as a Dragoian-Human hybrid, who served in the Heraldian Military before creating her own army.
==Profile==
*Name: Jackie Anna Rowne
*Birth Date: 1899
*Height: 7ft 8in
*Species: Dragoian-Dragon-Human Hybrid (Believed to be Dragoian-Human Hybrid only)
*Gender: Female
*Weight: 2364 Kg
==Overview==
Jackie Rowne was conceived via normal means, as she is not natural and is the result of genetic experimentation by an ex-project dralkyria scientist. The scientist had spent years researching Dragoian-Human hybrids and other years obtaining all DNA samples (he needed the blood of TwinBragia, which is hard to obtain) to create the hybrid via instructions found in Ancient Dragoian ruins alongside the same genetic experiments that allowed the cloning of the Dralkyria and also the creation of the Dragon-Dragoian hybrids. The Dragoian scientist worked in secret because he could see that such a project would not be allowed. In 1899, the dna samples were collected and the project was almost done, but a host was needed. The host was an unmarried, pregnant, fat, female who the Dragoian injected the serum, the Dragoian also insisted that the woman should not marry as the Hybrid (which was told by the dragoian to be the greatest creature to ever live) needed a male free upbringing until it went to school. Unknown to the Dragoian and the mother, the child was to be female, as male DNA would not merge with Dragoian DNA.
Born on the 13th day of the 10th month of Dragoia (Planet) to a fat human mother, the hybrid was named Jackie Anna Rowne. Over the next 16 years Rowne continued to grow, hitting her max height of 7ft 8in shortly before her 16th birthday.
Rowne first experienced the Eternal Hunger when she was 16 shortly before her school's annual gifting period break. The first human she ever devoured was the schools fattest student, Bill. To lure Bill out, Rowne used a tactic she normally considered vile, attraction (Bill would go out with anyone who suggested it to him because he was desperate). She asked Bill if he wanted to go for a burger with her at the local Burger Barn. Bill accepted with joy and was told by Rowne to meet her there at 7pm. As soon as Bill was gone, Rowne almost threw up, and calimed to herself 'That felt so wrong, but I think he will taste so right'. Rowne had to wait over an hour for Bill to eat the 10 burgers he had ordered and to drink the chocolate milkshake Rowne insisted he drank. Even with slow eating, Rowne's burger and chocolate would not last an hour, so Rowne ended up playing with a coin by flicking it around the table while she waited. When Bill had finished, Rowne said she would walk Bill home. During this journey Rowne dragged Bill into a dark abandoned alley way, covering his screaming mouth with her hand. She quickly decided that his screaming was annoying, and snapped his neck effortlessly to shut him up. Once done with killing him, she wiped the hand she used to cover his mouth on his clothes before stripping him down to the underwear. While doing this her senses seemed to vanish, as she didn't notice the smell or repulsion she normally would witness from seeing a non-clothed male. Once stripped, Rowne started ripping bits of Bill off and shoved them into her maw, sometimes draining the blood into her old milkshake bottle which she cleaned while waiting. After 10 or so minutes, she had finished devouring bill, leaving just the crotch area and a peeled scalp complete with hair, she kicked the remains under a nearby dumpster to hide them. She did her best to wash herself with wet-wipes she took from Burger Barn and managed to get most of the blood off, praising her luck that she wore a blood red polo shirt. When she arrived home her mother somehow knew what had happened, and did not make a fuss of it, allowing Rowne to stick the cup of Bill's blood in the fridge before going off to bed.
In 1918, when Rowne was 19, she devoured her mother unknowingly during a period of not devouring human or Dragoian for 2 whole weeks, causing her to act on instinct alone, and since her mother was the first human around, she became Rowne's snack. It took two years for Rowne to get over this, and to try and make the memory go away, she sold her mothers house and bought a smaller, cheaper, house outside of town. During these years, she used some of her funds to create VamPyre, a hybrid ancient axe and anti-tank lance. Ever since her mother's death, Rowne became increasingly less human in nature and increasingly more Dragoian in nature.
In 1922, when Rowne was 23, her Dragoian aging genes had kicked in, causing her not to visibly age. It was also the year she decided to join the Heraldian Military. She did this by exploiting an old Heraldian Military law, so she waited outside an army tavern for a drunken colonel to stumble out. When one did, a Colonel Hershe, she tried to be sweet, but ended up just sounding creepy, by asking the colonel if he wanted a kiss. When he saw Rowne's not quite feminate looks, he called her a man in drag before trying to punch her, Rowne took the drunken punch, and hit the colonel 'lightly' (see strength' sending him flying into the gathered crowd. He stumbled back to his feet and tried to punch Rowne in the face, but before he could do so, a field marshal emerged from a state car that had parked across the street and stopped the fight, passing Rowne a signed letter while saying 'You may be a woman, but military law dictates that you can join the army as the drunkards rank, which is colonel, well done miss, I expect you to get some armour made, and some uniform from the local tailor, as well as a weapon if you want your own. If I do not see you at the base at Heraldsoe in 7 days, I will assume you do not want the position, Goodbye, and let's see if you can help change our view on women in the army'. Rowne dropped the note into her breast crack for safe keeping, while she walked to the military tailor to get her uniform made, and also to get measurements for her armour. She found the tailor stressful, as the measuring girl was so much smaller than Rowne, Rowne had to wait around for a long time to get her shoulders and breasts measured, once done, Rowne asked for them to make her uniform as well as her sizes on a note so she could get her armour made, turning down the tailors offer as armourer. To get her armour made, Rowne had to cross the Dragoian border.
When Rowne reached the border, she made the Dragoian a deal. The deal was simple, Rowne and the Dragoian would fight, if Rowne lost, the Dragoian could eat her, but if she won, she would be allowed entry to Dragoian lands. The Dragoian accepted thinking he was going to get a large snack, but minutes later, he was on the floor, pinned under Rownes foot. Upholding honour, the Dragoian granted Rowne entry, and gave her his Hydra Pistol for being the first human to ever beat a Dragoian in unarmed combat. Rowne fired the pistol, commenting on it's really low recoil (shocking the Dragoian), before walking off to a nearby foundry. At the foundry, she pointed the pistol at the Dragoian foreman, before stating she wanted pure Rare Dragoian Metal armour made and that she would pay a little more to keep it secret. The foremna accepted, so Rowne produced the money, and gave the Dragoian her measurements as well as a detailed sketch of the armour she wanted. A few days later, she found her armour waiting for her at the designated drop off point with a note saying 'You pay well human, and why you want RDM armour is unknown to all of us, as you couldn't even lift a single gauntlet'. Rowne had to make slight alterations to the armour, such as the addition padding to the inside of the breastplate.
==Her first days at Heraldsoe==
Rowne arrived at Heraldsoe, which she slightly surprised to see had quite a ruined feel to it, just a few minutes before she was due to report to Field Marshal Greysworth. Rowne was in her combat armour since she had no other way of carrying it, (she had to come via train since a taxi could not carry her plus the multi-ton armour). She dropped the box of uniform she was carrying off at the guard house to be delivered to her room while she sprinted off, her armour's metal skirt clanging, towards the main building where she hoped she would find Field Marshal Greysworth. After asking a few directions, she found Greysworth's office, and clanked in out og breath, just before the clock ticked onto 1pm, the time when she had to be there. Greysworth's first words were 'That is some impressive armour Colonel Rowne, where did you get it?'. Rowne, stil trying to get her breath back, replied 'It's dragoian made field marshal'. 'Interesting, anyway Colonel, let's get down to business, as a Colonel you will have command of the squad called the NightWings with Colonel Hershe as your second, you will recognise him as the drunk who you beat up a week ago. His old commander died on the NightWings last operation, now, I believe they are at the physical training area doing the assault course, and don't worry, they already know Colonel, your stuff has been delivered to officers house #28, which will be your home on this base' With this over, Rowne said 'Thank you field marshal', before walking off to get changed at her new home into a pair of shorts and a tank top before joining her new squad. While she was changing, Rowne muttered to herself 'Well, I think I know who my first snack on this base will be, that Hershe guy, I will get us out on an operation and say he was eaten by a dragoian *giggles*'. After getting changed into her sports gear, she started to walk to the assault course, as she was walking she noticed she got a lot of looks from the other soldiers on base, possibly because she was a woman, possibly because the tank top she was wearing was relatively tight and showed her immense breast crack off to the public. When she arrived at the assault course she yelled for the squad to form up since she was going to set them a challenge. Once they were formed up she spoke, quite sweetly at points, 'Hello boys, I have a little challenge for you, if any of you can run that assault course in less than 3 minutes, I know the record is 3 minutes 12 seconds, I will give the entire squad a 2 day leave this weekend as well as a keg of cheap beer, However, as an incentive not to fail me, if you fail to beat the old record, you will be forced to clean all the bunkhouse toilets for a week. You have until 6pm, so get to it'. With this, a lot of the squad started grumbling along the lines of 'great, the first woman in the army is a complete and utter bitch, the reward is nice, but the punishment is cruel, maybe it will be worth it if she runs the course so we can see those immense breasts jiggle, I have never seen breasts that big before except on immense fatso's, also, did anyone notice how fat she is, I mean she isn't mega fat, but she definately isn't skinny'. When the squad had started on the assault course, Rowne called for a passing private to go grab her a mug of cold water and a tuna-like-fish and mayo sandwich, the private was confused, but walked over to Rowne to ask for some money, Rowne just grunted as she handed out enough money from her pocket for the food, and as the private was about to run off to get them for her (he was very polite and loved to help officers) Rowne grunted 'If you ain't back in 20 minutes private, I will make sure you have to do toilet cleaning duty for a few weeks'. With this the private said 'Yes Ma'am' before running off to do his task. Once the private was gone, Rowne plonked herself on a log which creaked a little as her immense weight bore down on it. Around 10 minutes the later the private returned with Rowne's mug of cold water and tuna-like-fish sandwich along with a little change, he handed them to Rowne who grunted 'Thanks' before shoving the change into her pocket and scoffing the sandwich. She sipped the water while watching the squad get very sweaty on the assault course, the least fit member had taken to timing, and after around an hour came to Rowne and said 'we've done it colonel' showing the stopwatch to her, she looked at it, frowned and roared in a voice people would expect to come from a dragoian 'How dare you lie to me soldier?! I was watching and timing myself, and that run was not 2 minutes 59 seconds like you are claiming, it was 3 minutes 50 seconds, I am timing your runs, and NOBODY has come within 5 seconds of the old record, never mind the time I want you to achieve!' This was so loud the entire squad heard it and the poor soldier who had come up to her felt like his ears were bleeding with the noise. He stumbled away while Rowne's frown turned into a slight smile, she had hurt someone's feelings, and she liked that, almost as good a feeling as hurting someone physically. At excatly 6pm on her watch, Rowne yelled for the squad to form up in front of her, the squad came, sweating and bright red and also muttering about how she was going to be more of a bitch with them, and formed up. Rowne said in her creepy sweet voice 'aww, none of you managed to beat the old record but you did come close, one of you was only 2 seconds of the old record, and that was colonel Hershe, don't congratulate him, he doesn't deserve it since he failed to beat the record, now, I will not make you clean those toilets today, you would only make them worse with all your foul smelly sweat' Rowne stopped her creepy sweet tone and carried on her her normal grunt like tone 'You will go wash yourselves, get some food, and then get some sleep, for at 6am tommorow you will get up and clean EVERY toilet that is part of the bunkhouse complex, and you will do this every day for 7 entire days unless we get an operation, understand?'. 'Yes Colonel Rowne'. 'Good, now go clean yourself, I can't stand the smell of sweat much longer, and Colonel Hershe, I want a word'. With this, the squad went to the shower block while Colonel Hershe walked towards Rowne. He asked 'What do you want Colonel Rowne?', 'Colonel Hershe, I know the squad is calling me a bitch behind my back, so I will get them out on an operation in a few days into dragoian lands, tell them to prepare by modifying some dragoian pistols like this' when she said this, she shoved her hand into her breast crack and pulled out a relatively badly drawn imaged of a dragoian hydra pistol with a stock and forgrip bolted to it and handed it to Colonel Hershe saying 'Don't worry, it's not that sweaty, my breast crack isn't as sweaty as your face is at the moment so it won't be that moist'. With this Rowne simply grunted 'Make those weapons happen colonel Hershe, I have a meal to eat and operation to plan'.
3 days after Rowne had begun the squads punishment for not beating the time she set them to do on the assault course, she stomped heavily while wearing her full combat armour into the squad's favourite downtime location (their bunkhouse) (it was shortly before lunch so they weren't cleaning toilets) and before any of them could get up from their military issue 2 layer bunk-beds Rowne growled in her deep (not dragoian deep, just her normal deep) voice 'Get your lazy asses off those beds and get into your combat gear, I have an operation for you to do, Colonel Hershe already knows as I caught him earlier, I expect you at the armoury in exactly 15 minutes, so suit up, grab something to eat if you can, and get your ass over to the armoury'. With her notice over, Rowne stomped out the bunkhouse and turned left which seemed to confuse the squad as both the mess hall and armoury were to the right. It turns out Rowne had seen something that annoyed her, a few low ranking officers ogling her, the officers hadn't the time to run off before Rowne yelled 'You know what happens to perverts like you, little boys?' when they shook their heads she carried on, except now in her creepy sweet voice 'Little perverts lke you get to spend some quality time with me, I will teach you not to stare at my large breasts, when I get back from this operation I just got assigned. I expect both of you in my office within the day of my return so I can spend some quality time with you, educating you'. With this over, the officers, stunned, said 'Yes Ma'am' before running off to what Rowne hoped was their assigned duty. With Rowne's little bit of perverse joy over, she stomped off towards the armoury. The armoury was a large dilapidated building on the edge of the base, when Rowne arrived she stared at her watch waiting for it to tick it's way onto 12:15pm (she had timed it perfectly so she delivered her message to her squad at exactly 12:00pm, give or take a few seconds). Once her watch ticked onto 12:15pm, she started getting agitated and it took a further 3 minutes for the squad to arrive wearing their combat armour which in some cases seemed to be shoved on hastily. The squad knew it was coming as they knew Rowne was really pedantic so they were not shocked in the slightest when she grumbled 'you lazy idiots, I said be here in 15 minutes, NOT 18 minutes. Anyway, get your weapons and kit for a 5 day expedition, share the camping gear out between yourselves, oh, and Colonel Hershe...' 'Yes Colonel Rowne?' '...I want you to make sure they are organised for 12:45pm, I want us to leave then, we have to go a border town that was recently threatened by a dragoian scout squad, intelligence thinks they will attack sometime this week, so high command sent us, probally to see how well I could fight and to see if those guns I ordered work, now Colonel, go help them get ready, we have a long APC journey ahead of us, I will command that dragoian one I saw in the courtyard, I will also have it carrying the kit, and you and the squad can use a couple of human made ones to transport themselves'.
It took 48 hours worth of APC travel, give or take an hour, to reach the small border town of Jokelhurst and set up camp. The camp was a group of typical military style tents with each one containing around 10 people (there were 6 tents in total, 4 with 10 people in) and 2 tents which contained the squad's officers. Rowne's tent was very sparse apart from the folding bed she insisted on having which was very heavy as it had to support her massive slightly over a ton weight. Colonel Hershe's tent had just a sleeping roll but of more lavish design than normal soldiers. At around 2am on day 4 of the week (the squad set out on a day 1) Rowne woke up, she quickly muffled and switched off her alarm clock before she got out of bed. Once up she didn't bother putting her armour on, since it clanged a lot when she moves and also made her footsteps louder due to it's weight, but she did put her combat trousers (thick leather) and steel toe-capped boots on, after the few minutes required she came out her tent as stealthily as she could and sneeked bent low (anyone looking at her face on could see down her massive breast crack since she hadn't been bothered to cover her breasts anymore than the bra she slept in) and snook into Colonel Hershe's tent, if anyone had seen her face, they would have noticed a strange smile on it which showed her two bloodstained fangs. Once inside Colonel Hershe's tent she went to where he slept with his teddy, and muttered under her breath 'aww, how cute, a grown man with a teddy, aww' and then grabbed him around the neck, using her thumbs to crush his windpipe so that he wouldn't scream as she dragged him out of the tent and around the back of a nearby building. Once she had dragged his limp body there, she ripped his arm off effortlessly but with care so as not to get her ponytail, hair or face covered in blood and shoved it into her mouth, crunching the bone within as if it were a potato crisp. Once his arm went down her throat, she licked her lips to get the blood off before ripping the other arm off him and devouring that. Within a few minutes most of Colonel Hershe had been shoved down Rownes maw, leaving a new layer of blood on her jagged, dragoianesque, teeth, the only bits of the colonel left was the lower body and the head, which she always saved until last, she kicked the lower body (which she left in it's underwear, when she devours someone, she strips them down to their pants/boxers since she never eats the crotch area). She kicked the lower body (all contained in the underwear) away under a nearby bin and then proceded to grab the head, rip the hair out like she did with most victims (basically the non baldies)(the odd bit of body hair she can wash down with blood, but head hair, no) and then crushed the head using her palms and then funneled it's squished mess into her maw, she then licked her hands clean before licking her mouth, using her watch and a small torch she had stuffed in her combat trouser's pockets to check if she had blood around her mouth and on her hands/arms, any blood she found she licked, or rubbed, off and satisfied she was clean, she pocketed the torch and sneaked off back into her tent, whipped her boots and trousers off and climbed back into bed with such haste her breasts jiggled massively (which is strange considering both the bra and scales limit jiggling heavily) putting a strain on her bra's reinforced clasp which was taken from a heavy duty chest's lock since her breasts weigh as much or more than the average man. The next morning at 7am when Rowne insisted the squad should always wake up, the squads alarm clocks rang, sending that painful clanging only a bell type alarm clock can bring throughout the town, waking everyone who had their windows even partly open. When the squad had got dressed around 20 minutes later, Rowne, who was up at 6am grunted at them to get themselves fed with the field rations (these things have the reputation of being absolutely foul and Rowne will normally avoid them in the morning) while she went to wake up Colonel Hershe who, to all the squads knowledge, was sleeping in late, but Rowne knew, and was plotting an excuse to explain it, that colonel Hershe was her tasty little snack earlier this day and now resided for all eternity inside Rowne's gut.
When Rowne went into Colonel Hershe's tent, she looked around for a few seconds then exclaimed, with an almost indetectable hint of joy, that Colonel Hershe had gone and left his armour behind, she then said something she was going to say an awful lot during her military career 'I think a dragoian scout has got him, he's probally in its gut right now'. With this a member of the squad who was a close friend to Colonel Hershe said mournfully 'He was a great man', to this Rowne muttered so that it was barely understandable 'Yah, he was so "great"'. With the small "funeral service" over, Rowne growled out the order 'Scouts, go get me a status report, I want to know if the Dragoians are coming, when you see them report back here and give me a status report. Snipers and lancers, go get somewhere where you can do your job and not be seen and taken out before they come into the town itself'. Around 2 hours later, much to Rowne's pleasure, the Dragoians attacked. It was a small squad of Imperial's consisting of a single APC, 2 lancers, a sniper, around 5 scouts and 5 gunners. They were clearly Imperials and not civilians since they wore the Imperial uniform (white armoured shirt, navy blue armoured sleeves and navy blue armoured trousers with navy blue bracers, a grey backpack is also worn). Rowne said clearly 'hold the camp' before running (something the squad had never seen her do before) off towards the dragoian squad, lance in hand, her armour blinding the NightWings as the sun reflected off the arm-guards/blast-shields. Rowne's intention was to catch, kill, and devour a dragoian, something a normal human could never do, not only because a dragoian can snap a human like a twig, but because dragoian flesh and blood is highly toxic to any non-dragon species, killing the infected in mere agonising seconds, Rowne could eat a dragoian due to the DNA she got from the immense dragoian TwinBragia. Rowne ran off to ambush a dragoian gunner she saw go round the back of a small shop, probally trying to get inside and devour the occupants without alerting them but Rowne would kill and devour it first (she wanted it alive, but if it was alive it would call for help), Rowne crouched behind a dumpster moments before the dragoian gunner walked into the alley, the dragoian wasn't very alert, as in this close quarters, a dragoian could easily smash the attacking human's head before it could do anything (dragoians are all but immune to most human weapons, only a (in terms of human weapons) high power sniper or anti-tank lance can hurt them as it requires a pointy, high-power bullet to flick the scales up and expose the vulnerable flesh). It was so surprised when Rowne jumped out from behind the dumpster that it had no time to duck or even react when the axe-blade on Rowne's massive anti-tank lance, VamPyre (The blade is called Vam and is from an old dragoian war-axe), the axe-blade being made of rare dragoian metal and being honed to a sharpness not seen on any human bladed weapon, easily sliced through the dragoians thick, short neck taking it's head clean off, the body slumped to the ground and it's DSMG-1 (Dragoian Service Machine Gun - One) was caught by Rowne before it could fall and be shot by the now dead dragoian's finger. She casually put the gun down and grabbed the dragoian's hydra-pistol and emptied it's shells into her backpack which she unclipped from her back as she bent down, she then grabbed the spare rounds from the dragoian's pocket and stashed them in her backpack as well, she then slung her backpack back on and tossed the dragoians aside as she started to strip it down. Once the dragoian was stripped, she grabbed the arm, put her boot on it's body and pulled, the arm came off easily in her hand and she then proceded to devour it. After she had devoured the entire dragoian, including the head, she licked her lips that due to the massive size of a dragoian, were dripping in blood, and muttered to herself 'I have the urge to eat more of these, they taste much better than even the fattest humans, I bet the fat dragoians taste even better'. On saying this she drooled, it looked like she was drooling blood due to massive amounts of dragoian blood still on her fangs. She then wiped her mouth with her hand, licked the blood of her hand, then grabbed VamPyre, looked at her watch, noticed she had taken 20 minutes devouring the dragoian, and walked off, lance lowered and ready to fire, back towards the squad. The site that met her eyes shocked her, half the squad was still alive and the remains of the dead had been piled on the remains of the 2 human APCs, the dragoian APC had survived, and since its roof mounted machinegun was still smoking and the roof was covered in ejected cases, Rowne assumed they used it to kill the dragoians once they got within range. Rowne grunted a 'well done' at the squad before saying with her order giving growl 'The threat to Jokelhurst has been eliminated, thanks to my decision to bring the dragoian APC, behead their flank attack, a single gunner and also provide you with those high-recoil (*Rowne didn't say these bracketed words* modified hydra-pistols basically jerk a humans arm up by around 80 degrees) modified dragoian pistols. Now, prepare to leave, we are going home in an hour'. With this said, Rowne went and sat in the dragoian APC while the squad went about their task, mumbling 'What nerve that sadistic bitch must have, claiming credit for all we did, although I did notice she did kill a dragoian single-handed and she did decide to bring the only thing that saved us.'
It took around 3 days for the squad to get back to base owing to the fact that 2 of the APCs had been destroyed and the conditions inside the dragoian APC were so bad Rowne decided to sit on the roof due to conditions she described to herself as 'disgusting apes sitting and standing basking in their own sweat and faeces'. It was around 2pm on Day 7 when the squad finally arrived back, when the APC had been parked, Rowne casually climbed off the snowplough like front while the squad basically fell out of the back, stinking of sweat. Rowne looked at them with a look of intense disgust as they formed up, when they did, she growled 'go get a shower you filthy a..., soldiers, now, get that done then report to me in your down-time uniform outside my house in an hour, you know where it is.' 'Yes Colonel Rowne, Officers House 28' 'Good boys, now go clean yourself before time is up'. With this, the squad ran off towards the showers just behind their bunkhouse while Rowne looked around for the 2 officers she had warned before she set out, when she spotted them talking to each other while looking slightly worried, she yelled, with a slight hint of her creepy voice 'Hey boys, remember what I said before I set out, come to Officers house 28 in 10 minutes, I will be waiting, if you don't, I will make sure you suffer'. With this said, Rowne stomped off to get changed into her down-time uniform (same as dress uniform but without the green jacket, so basically a white short-sleeved shirt with the green uniform trousers). When she reached her house, she grabbed the key from her armours pocket (she had to keep it there in her armour since she would normally stuff it in her breast crack but this isn't accessible in armour) and flung the door open, once inside and with the door shut, she leant VamPyre agaisnt the wall, unclipped her unmodified hydra pistol and left it on a small table next to where she left VamPyre, she then walked into her bedroom and unbuckled the armour, grabbed her keys from the armour's trouser pocket and dropped them into her breast crack. She left all her armour on the floor and grabbed her shirt and trousers from a nearby set of drawers. As she buttoned her shirt she grumbled about how she hated wearing it as if it got wet it became semi-transparent and everyone could see her bra and breast crack. Once dressed in her down-time uniform, she looked at her watch, seeing it had been around 10 minutes since she called for the 2 officers who ogled her, she went to the front door and opened it to see the 2 officers, looking worried, waiting there. Rowne, in her creepy sweet voice, said 'come in boys, go sit in my office, it's the first door on the left, don't mess with anything, I will be there in a minute or two, I just need to get something'. While they were waiting in her office, Rowne went into her bedroom and grabbed one of her spare belts grumbling 'this will do' before walking into her office to tell the officers off. When she came in, she slumped into her reinforced wingback chair (she bought a lot of old dragoian furniture at bargain prices and had them shipped while she was on the Jokelhurst mission), she made sure to keep the belt out of sight. When she had sat, she grunted 'Do you think it's funny to ogle someone? Do you perverts realise I have a short temper and could easily snap you in half like a twig if I chose to? Thought so. I want you both to stand, face agaisnt the wall opposite, and prepare for your punishment for ogling me, I know you were looking at my breasts and not my face because I am ugly enough to crack a mirror'. With this said, the officers fearing being killed, stood face against the nearest wall, and scrunched their eyes to prepare to be punished. Rowne got up once she was satisfied they would not try to run, and uncoiled the belt she had grabbed earlier. She smiled as she whipped each of the officers sharply in the ass with the belt, holding the none-buckled end, causing audible pain (they screamed with each whipping), she continued until each one had been whipped 15 times. Once done, they were both rubbing their butts while crying massively, Rowne said sweetly 'I enjoyed my time with you, I hope you think of your ass scars when you think to stare at my breasts again, and go tell the other officers what I do to those who stare at my breasts while they think I am not looking'. With this, the 2 officers, while sobbing, managed to say 'We will never ogle you again Colonel Rowne'. Once outside, the officers said to each other 'I swear I heard that bitch laughing while she whipped us, I caught a glimpse of her face, she was actualy smiling, I think she isn't just a bitch, she's a sadistic bitch' 'I agree to that, she seems to love hurting people, she always smiles when she tells someone off'. With her little bit of joy over, Rowne heard a knocking on her front door, it took her a few seconds to open it, there was a sergeant standing there, with a note, he handed the note to Rowne saying 'read it' before running off before Rowne could ask him a question, she opened the note and read it, it read 'In celebration of your victory at Jokelhurst, we are having an officers meal in town tonight at 7pm, come in full dress uniform minus the hat, and tell your squad they have the next 2 days off, FM Greysworth', with this, Rowne scowled with a face that would kill a lower ranking officer and then went into her house and wrote a note which she pinned to her door. The note read 'NightWings, you have 2 days off, starting now, get back at 1pm on Day 2, signed Colonel Rowne'.
At at 6pm of Day 7, having locked herself in her office doing the mandatory paperwork since she got the note about the meal, Rowne changed into her dress uniform leaving the uncomfortable hat behind as per orders, she decided to wear the belt she used to whip the officers earlier just for a brief laugh. She grabbed her Hydra Pistol and clipped it onto her belt before leaving her house feeling that a fancy meal was just a waste of time. Once she had slammed the door, taking care not to bust it in the process, she forced her key into the lock (she had just unbuttoned her shirt and jacket to grab the keys from her breast crack) and locked it before squeezing the key back into her tight breast crack before rebuttoning and walking towards Heraldsoe town that was around a 45 minute walk from the military base. Rowne didn't take a car because she didn't want people to see how heavy she was (a car would list heavily to the side she sat on unless it was a dragoian vehicle) and also just to pass time. Rowne walked into town grumbling to herself about how this meal was a waste of time. Secretly Rowne was hoping for the meal to be a buffet so she could eat a reasonable (in her eyes, a reasonable portion would be around 3 normal portions) portion of food and she groaned loudly when she saw the chosen restaurant was a normal type. When she got within a few feet of the doors, she was greeted by field marshal Greysworth who invited her to the table where all the other officers were waiting (Rowne was late because she dawdled). Once inside the lavishly equipped restaurant (lots of red velvet and gold colored chairs) Rowne sat, incredibly carefully and thinking to herself 'thank the Dragoian gods that these chairs are so over-built that they can carry my immense 2 ton bulk' as she sat next to the obese field marshal. When the waiter came to take the assembled officers ordered, most the officers ordered a normal meal, some ordered salad, but Rowne ordered 3 of the largest meat based meals the restaurant offered (without vegetables), to a few gasps from both officers and staff. After the hour or so wait restaurants take to make food, the officers were eating normally, Rowne however just grabbed one her massive steaks (she specified no vegetables with it, just meat) and started to shove it down her throat (normally she would cut the thing into small pieces, but she didn't want to risk accidentally eating a fork in-front of the other officers, she also wanted them to be slightly horrified), the gravy dribbling down her chin to be caught in a well placed hand, once she gulped one of the steaks, she would drain the gravy from her other hand into her mouth much to the shock of the other officers. When a lieutenant Rowne didn't even know asked how she could scoff a steak like that, she just grumbled 'I'm a big woman, you are a small man, big differance' before she continued to shove the last of her 3 massive steaks into her maw. Luckily for Rowne, all the gravy on the steak eclipsed the blood stains on her teeth so that nobody knew her true nature. Once everyone had finished their meals, they all, well, except Rowne, said they were stuffed and decided against dessert, which displeased Rowne as she found the steak to be more gravy than steak. When they decided to end the meal, they called for some celebratory wine to do what the meal was for, to celebrate the victory at Jokelhurst. When Rowne refused to pick up the glass of wine, field marshal Greysworth said after drinking his wine 'I thought you would be a great drinker colonel Rowne, you look like you could hold a LOT of booze'. To this Rowne (despite the fact that Dragoians, especially TwinBragia's, livers are capable of processing fat, allowing them to consume massive amounts of strong alcohol without any side effects, TwinBragia can drink pure ethanol by the barrel load and not even be slightly effected and therefore Rowne should be able to as well) simply gently growled as she was getting annoyed 'Field marshal, I do not drink alcohol as I despise the taste, it also makes men act like perverts, also, if you lot are going to keep drinking that stuff, I am going home'. Noticing there was no objections since most of the officers had alcohol with their meal as well as the wine case served after the meal, Rowne got up, feeling glad she was off the now structurally weakened chair, before stomping out in her manly, flat-footed way.
After the meal, Rowne's days up to her squads return were fairly normal, she found a random fat man in an alley that she proceded to devour leaving the normal remains in the alley. When Rowne woke on the day her squad was returning, she realised she had gotten up early since her alarm clock had fell off her bed the previous morning and she had knocked the timer on it, she decided instead of sleeping for the hour till her normal wake up time, she would reset her alarm clock and then have a shower, she thought to herself as she stripped herself (something she hadn't actually done fully since she had joined the army (she normally bathes in her bra and underwear because she despises being nude)) 'I guess I really should clean those areas, the blood of all my snacks has probally seeped in and caused no end of mess'. It took Rowne a few minutes to wash herself and a similar, if not longer length of time to wash her massive ponytail (she did this after drying herself and strapping her bra and underwear back on. Unlike a normal person, Rowne kept her ponytail as a ponytail while she washed her hair instead of letting it down like a normal person, once she washed it, she dried it then swapped the sodden leather strap that works as a bobble and swapped it for a dry one before she grabbed her down-time uniform and shoved that, however, unlike usual, she didn't bother buttoning the shirt up since her towel was so sodden she couldn't actually dry her fat stomach very well so she decided to air dry it instead of finding another towel. She flung the towel on the drying rack in her bathroom before walking into her main living area to pass the half hour or so left before 6am. At 6, Rowne got up from the Dragoian made armchair she was sitting in and buttoned her shirt up before grumbling 'best go get some greasy military grade breakfast, maybe my next mission should be drain the efing grease traps in that kitchen, I wonder which my breakfast is more of, sausage meat, or efing grease'. When she reached the mess hall which was a good 5-10 minutes from her house she groaned when she saw a sign on the door saying 'Special sausages today!', Rowne knew that the word special in any mess hall bulletin related to food meant EXTRA grease on top of the already stupid levels of grease, the bulletin made Rowne decide to grab something else, when she reached the serving window, she declined the chefs order of 'usual colonel?' and said 'Not today, not in the mood for special sausage, just give me 3 heaping bowls of flaked corn drenched in milk', with this, the chef produced the cereal and placed it on Rowne's tray before asking for payment, Rowne paid her normal amount (more than the value of cereal) and said 'keep the change', before stomping off to the stone bench, which she always sat on, to shovel vast amounts of cereal into her maw. Just before Rowne had scoffed her cereal, the morning rush of officers arrived since the time had turned to 6:30am and field marshal Greysworth came up to her as she was slurping the last of the milk from the bowl and said to her 'Colonel, I thought I would find you here', '*grumbling*, What is it field marshal?', 'Colonel Rowne, the town of Kjeil was attacked yesterday by a full squad of dragoians, we only got this information because someone hid in a cellar behind a crate and radioed in using a personal radio, looking at where Kjiel is, our best tacticians have predicted that they will attack Jokelhurst with full force, especially since they lost a small squad to it earlier this month thanks to you, I want you to deploy as soon as your squad returns from leave. Understood?', 'Yes field marshal, clearly field marshal'. While saying this Rowne licked her lips while she thought about all the dragoians that could become her snack on this operation.
At 2pm, the NightWings returned, a whole hour later than the time Rowne specified. Rowne had been waiting at the base's gate since 12:50pm hoping the squad would be good and return early, they didn't, and therefore, every minute after 1pm Rowne got progressively more pissed off. When the squad came through the gate, Rowne almost knocked them off their feet when she yelled in her deep dragoianesque voice 'Do you idiots understand HOW to read a clock? I think not. Now get your asses into combat uniform, get your camping kit, and form up at this gate in a maximum of an hour, or I WILL have the late ones of you lot whipped, by me. I will be waiting.' Once said, Rowne stomped off to get changed into her combat armour, once she was out of earshot a few of the more crude members of the squad started muttering to each other 'You know, if it wasn't for those big boobs on her, I would have got myself a transfer because she is such a monster'. 1 hour later the squad returned to the gate in hastily shoved on kit to see Rowne in her full plate armour leaning on her massive anti-tank lance standing next to 2 human made APCs that someone else had probally delivered to her and the Dragoian APC that was used the last time the NightWings went to Jokelhurst. Once the squad arrived, Rowne grunted for them to mount up with her piloting the Dragoian APC, just as before. And just as before Rowne demanded that all squad members should be in the human APCs and all the kit, plus any people that don't fit in the human APCs, in the Dragoian APC. Apart from differant squad members replacing the old ones, the only real difference was there was only 1 officer, Rowne, because a replacement secondary officer hadn't been given to the NightWings yet. Also as before, it took around 48 hours to reach Jokelhurst and when the squad arrived, Rowne grunted at the squad to set up camp while she went into the town to evacuate it. Once all but a small child who had lost it's parents in a raid the day earlier were gone, Rowne went round every house checking she hadn't missed anyone, as that would look bad on her report if a civilian had died, this is when she found the child. The child had been thought dead since the house was raided by a Dragoian scout a day earlier and it somehow missed the child. When Rowne entered the house, she noticed distinctive bullet holes in the wall from a powerful large calibre rifle, indicating a Dragoian scout has been in here, as well as some muddy 4-claw bootmarks on the floor. Rowne heard the child just as she left and assumed, since it had been left behind when she ordered the town to evacuate saying it would soon be a squad vs squad warzone. She picked the child up roughly, noticing it was around age 1 she opened her maw and took a large bite from its right arm which meant she almost completely devoured the arm. She then proceded to rip the still screaming child's head off, shutting it up. She then proceded to eat the child leaving just the body parts that were inside, judging by the smell, a soiled diaper. Once she had ate the body, she grabbed the head, crushed it with just once hand then dropped it into her maw, getting her hand covered in blood in the process. Once she had finished eating the child and its head, she licked her hands clean, applied some hand moisturizer (which she does at least twice daily) and wiped her mouth clean using a wet wipe she had in her pockets just for this purpose before walking outside and back to her squad which by this time had just finished setting up camp and had cracked open some foul field rations. When they saw Rowne approaching one of the corporals asked if Rowne would like some of the field rations, strangely to the corporal, since the entire squad knew Rowne was nearly always hungry, Rowne said, slightly creepily 'I'm fine corporal, thanks for having some concern' before she stomped into the Dragoian APC to grab her lance. When she came out, she growled '5 of you, stop stuffing your faces, grab your guns and come with me for a little scout out', she said the last few words in her creepy sweet voice for no apparent reason. On the scout out Rowne "accidentally" used the bottom of her lance to knock a crude member of her squad that kept asking her questions like 'Why are you the only female soldier?' and 'Do you realise you are sexy?'. Once Rowne was satisfied with her scout out when she saw a trail of dust in the distance, indicating that a vehicle was coming she ordered the scouting party to return. On return to main camp she growled 'Get your lazy asses up, they are coming, should be here in a few minutes'.
It took 45 minutes for the Dragoian squad to arrive in the town, and much to all but Rowne's horror, they had a MkIII DMT (Dragoian Medium Tank). While the squad was fighting the advanced Dragoian units the lancers decided to fire at the Dragoian tank, their human made lance warheads simply bouncing off the tanks thick front and side armour. Rowne had taken her desire to devour a Dragoian as top priority, and scrapping the tank as secondary. She was crouched, hurting her back, waiting for a sole dragoian to walk past her hiding spot, when one did, a sniper, she swung out with her lance, slicing the Dragoian's head off with the axe-blade. She then pulled the Dragoian into her hiding spot and proceded to devour it. Meanwhile, the NightWings lancers had decided to fire at the Dragoian soldiers instead of the tank, managing to kill a few. 50 minutes since the initial shot was fired, the NightWings had lost almost the entire town and were a building away from their camp when the Dragoian tank, which now had it's massive 340mm (680mm diameter) figurehead turret arced and ready to fire a mortar that would decimate the NightWing's camp when a loud boom was heard, instead of the tank firing it's mortar round, the tank had taken a direct hit to the radiator by Rowne's lance, causing the engine to go critical since it no longer had any cooling, decimating the rear of the tank, and completely disabling it, behind the wreckage, Rowne was standing, dripping with blood (except round her mouth) with her lance raised, missing its warhead, about to come down a dragoian she had under her boot which was not in the typical blue and white uniform, but a black dress uniform (still armoured) with gold buttons and shoulder pads, indicating it as an officer. Rowne then yelled out in her dragoianesque roar 'Your tank is scrapped, and your commander is about to become a headless mess *giggle*, leave this town and don't return'. With this, most of the Dragoians lowered their weapons and started to retreat, but a sniper, probally a friend of the one Rowne had devoured, took a shot at Rowne, but the shot hit her armour and bounced off proving the strength of pure Rare Dragoian Metal, with this, the sniper yelled to the rest of the Dragoian squad 'That human bitch isn't even human, her armour deflects bullets like she is a tank' before running off to join the rest of his squad. With this done, Rowne swung her lance down, but instead of beheadding the officer, she altered her aim and sliced his right arm off before saying in her creepy sweet voice but slightly stuttery 'Now sweetie, don't make me eat you like I did to one of your snipers and also one of your lancers, they were both delicious, now run off and never return to Jokelhurst and I won't hurt you further', with this said, she took her boot from the Dragoian officer's back and walked off towards her squad. When she got to the camp where the NightWings (who had retreated back once Rowne had managed to drive the Dragoians away) were tending their wounded (some Dragoian shots only grazed them) and said 'Pack up, we leave in an hour, also, good job boys, you kept the APCs in a useable condition and didn't all die' (only around 6 survived without injuries, and 5 had injuries, the rest were dead). With this said, Rowne walked into the Dragoian APC while muttering, loud enough to be heard by the squad, 'I should've killed him, but at least he is an example now'. When the squad got back to base a few days later, 2 of the 5 injured dieing along the way, Rowne went to report to field marshal Greysworth but saw a note on his office door saying 'On leave, will be back in a week'. Upon seeing this, Rowne grumbled 'that could mean I have to wait a whole week just to report in, well, a possible week on base sounds like *Sarcastic* aboslute joy'.
It took 3 days for the field marshal to return so Rowne decided to make her squad work while she worked on her pet project. As soon as Rowne heard he was back (another officer told her) she stomped in her flat-footed way into Field Marshal Greysworths office in her downtime uniform. The first words to be spoken were 'Well done at Jokelhurst Colonel Rowne, I went on leave to get you a special set of armour made, we based it on the old dragon slayer armour that the ancient female Dragoians wore. It is currently being delivered to your house, I instructed the delivery man to leave it there once he saw you leave.', this mini-monologue made Rowne stumble as she only came to give her report on the Jokelhurst mission but she managed to reply with the slightest hint of distaste 'Thank you field marshal for the gift, I assume you want to see me in it?', Greysworth replied with a certain happyness in his voice 'Indeed I do colonel, I will expect to see you in it at lunch which is half an hour, see you then, you are dismissed'. As Rowne left the office to stomp her way back home, she muttered to herself 'This is going to be a curse, I just know it is...'. When Rowne arrived at her house, she picked up the box left on her doorstep which she assumed was the new dress armour and effortlessly carried it in balanced on one hand, grabbed her key from her breast crack with her other hand, unlocked the door, left the key on the side table and shut the door before dropping the box on her reinforced bed. Once the box was on her bed, she cursed as she realised it was taped shut and required a knife to open. Once she knifed the box open using a butchers knife she grabbed from her small kitchen, she peered inside and noticed 6 seperate pieces of metal inside, each with a small yellow note taped to them. The first item she picked out was a dragon-head shaped object whose note said 'knee plate', once she laid this on her bed, she grabbed the other knee plate out and laid that by the side of the other. She then picked out the shorts which were part chain-mail, part plate armour, grumbled to herself 'dragon slayers went for moblity over actual protection it seems' before laying the shorts down on her bed above the knee plates. She then proceded to grab 2 large shoulder plates from the box with a note saying 'bolt on to the breast plate'. At this point Rowne was wondering what the 'breast plate' would be like, she pulled it out and cursed her luck so loudly her neighbours heard her. She then grabbed the note off and read it 'This breast plate is to be worn without a bra unless the bra is very compact'. With this read, Rowne cursed, again, and said to herself 'It just would be a spiky metal bra wouldn't it, and they would want me to wear it at lunch, What. Efing. Joy'. It took 15 minutes to strap the dress armour on as she was doing her best to not wear it and once on, it didn't flatter Rowne at all since the metal bra as Rowne called it was more revealing than her normal bra, the shoulder plates were massive, the knee plates looked ok but the shorts were the worst, since Rowne is quite fat. The shorts caused Rowne's flab to hang over them just like her casual shorts (she lets her belly hang out in her shorts when not wearing a shirt, but pulls them over her belly when she wears a shirt). While she walked to the mess hall, nearly everyone, officers and soldiers, stared at her, and in particular, her very exposed breasts. When she reached the mess hall, she was on the border of going completely mental and attacking everyone. Officers and soldiers alike got out of her way seeing her face shortly before they realised she was wearing a metal bra and therefore staring at her breasts instead of her face. This worked to Rowne's advantage as she managed to get her food ordered as swiftly as possible (she chose a tuna-like-fish and mayo sandwich so she could leave as fast as possible) and then sat in her normal seat (stone bench) and started scoffing the sandwich as fast as she could (she could swallow the thing in a couple of bites but she was trying to look human) so she could go home as soon as she could. Just as she was about to get up, field marshal Greysworth came up to her and said in a casual way 'You look sexy in that armour colonel' *he then noticed Rowne's belly slosh about when she got up (less than a normal humans would because of her underskin dragoian scales) and made a visible gag reflex*. Once seeing him gag Rowne muttered 'Glad you think so field marshal, now may I please get back into normal uniform?' 'Not at the moment Colonel, I want you to show your squad the uniform', this caused Rowne to snap, and she growled in her Dragoianesque voice 'Get out of my efing way or I'll smash you into the ground so hard the Dragoians will feel it!', with this said, she stompd out of the mess hall while Greysworth thought to himself 'That looks a lot like pent up rage, I will let her off as that wasn't an order'. As she stomped back to her house, a dwarf of an officer walked through the same door to the main building Rowne was just coming out of and ended up imbedding his face into her fat belly. This provoked Rowne not only to mark the man down as her next snack which she would devour tonight, but also to shove her knee into his crotch lightly, causing him intense pain since the knee plates are not flat and she kicked with what most people would call a heavy kick, but what she would call a light tap. As she stomped off, she growled at him 'Watch where you are going, I don't like people going face first into my belly, you will probably see it again if you don't watch where you are going'. Rowne was to do nothing worthy of serious note until 1935 as all she did up to that point since obtaining her dress armour was devour more soldiers, kill a few Dragoians, and witness everyone age around her and also watch them be a little suspicious that her appearance hadn't changed a bit. During this time she also drew up detailed plans for a pet project she would fund at the perfect time to obtain money.
==The Pet Project==
The pet project Rowne was working on was the RC-LS-1, she was also planning on how to obtain the money to fund it's construction. Her method of obtaining funds was not to work, as that would take many human lifetimes, so instead she planned to use the nightwings on an all but one suicide raid on a Dragoian gold store which would provide her with all the necessary funds to develop, and manufacture the RC-LS-1 under the company name of Rownecorp.
In early 1939, she made her move as the Dragoian civil war was still raging as badly as ever. The raid was simple, attack an almost unguarded Dragoian Gold store using the nightwings as a meat shield while she and a few members of the nightwings (who she would later shoot) loaded a Dragoian APC with the gold. The raid was successful with the entire squad being wiped out, and Rowne being the sole survivor with an APC full to the brim with gold. The 10 Dragoian defenders had dropped in number to 2 while the nightwings 50 members were all wiped out.
Later in 1939, she set up Rownecorp, and started having a fort built (an old Dragoian house near the border served as the basis for her personal army) as well as having the RC-LS-1a built in an underground bunker she was having built near the house. Once the RS-LS-1a was built in 1940, Rowne left the Heraldian Military and was no only affiltrated with Rownecorp and it's personal army.
==Strength==
Rowne is naturally stronger than even Leila Draxel due to a combination of having Leila's and TwinBragia's DNA. Rowne is also capable of shrugging of more weapons fire than a typical Ancient Dragoian due to having thicker scales (making up for her immense weight) underneath her human skin. Certain strands of Rownes DNA lie inactive, such as the corrupt growth gene inherited from TwinBragia and some more strength genes which were only activated by a Soul Dragon artifact in 2021, causing Rowne to grow not only in height, but also in breast size, muscle size (and density) and strength (More info on Rowne's life after this event at Jackie Rowne (Hulk)), these weird genes are said to come from Leila.
==Armour==
Rowne's armour, known during the Rownecorp era as the RC-BA-1, is a set of solid RDM plates, attached to the armour via special clips, of high purity and high purity RDM thick fabric-ChainMail-thick fabric for the arms and legs. The heaviest part of the armour is the breastplate, a huge slab of metal designed to fit Rowne's body and completely encases it when combined with the backplate. The plate parts of the armour can resist tanks shells and completely negate normal Dragoian bullets while the fabric-chainmail sandwich parts can resist Dragoian bullets.
==Combat Style==
Rowne is your typical large soldier, slow moving (except for brief sprints which make her lose breath really fast) dealing heavy hits with her weapon of choice, VamPyre. She is also competent in using a Hydra Pistol one-handed. After 2013, she also carries a triple barreled shotgun she obtained from unknown sources which she uses onboard ships due to VamPyre being a little on the devastating side inside a ship.
== Original Rowne (Enhanced) Article Below ==
"Hmm, I still look vaguely human, but I now dwarf a Dragoian. I could easily get used to this level of power." Jackie Rowne weeks after injecting herself with the same Soul Dragon Serum that would later transform Athea Snaoca into a Human-DragonKin hybrid.
"My breasts are a bit larger, they impede mobility a bit, but it's a small price for all the extra power I have." Jackie Rowne commenting on how her breasts are larger than before.
Jackie Rowne after having injected herself with the Soul Dragon Serum later used to make Athea Snaoca into a Human-DragonKin hybrid.
==Profile==
*Name: Jackie Anna Rowne
*Birth Date: 1899 ("Enhanced" in 2021)
*Height: 12ft 7in
*Species: Dragoian-Dragon-Human Hybrid
*Gender: Female
*Weight: 15672 Kg
==Overview==
Having accidentally been injected by a mysterious serum in early 2021 while exploring ancient Sould ruins, Rowne shrugged it off as nothing until hours later, back on her ship, the Dragon Hunter, she felt pains deep inside her which continued for 4 weeks with her getting gradually larger every hour, eventually stopping growing once she reached 12ft 7in. During this time, she suffered heavy pain on a regular basis and had her most loyal agents do her work for her. The Dragoians in Rownecorp as well as any Human serving aboard Rownecorp's starships knew that she was still alive, as she would occasionally give them orders. However, Humans in Rownecorp's employ that were not on a starship were deliberately denied contact to give them false hope that Rowne had died.
Once the "growing pains" had ceased, Rowne decided to reassert her dominance over Rownecorp making brutal demonstrations against non-starship serving Humans in Rownecorp. She also decided to increase Rownecorp's military presence in Dragoian space, committing more of her fleet to raids against non-Imperial ships and terrorizing Human and non-Imperial colonies.
Occasionally, Rowne would lead one of these raids just for some fun or to replenish her supply of Dragoians and Humans to devour. However, Rowne would spend most of her time in space looking for Sould artifacts and other technology she could use to overthrow the Dragoian Empire.
In 2033, Rowne craved something special, and led her fleet to destroy the Seperatist fleet. She considered the mission a success, despite only destroying the fleet's offensive potential, after fulfilling her primary goal of devouring the Seperatist's second highest ranking officer, the Dragoian-Dragon hybrid Blight. During this campaign, the Rownecorp forces trapped and then made short work of the surprised Seperatist Offensive fleet making sure any hits to the Dragoian Skirmisher would only cripple it ready to be boarded as Rowne wanted her prize. During the capture of Blight which Rowne personally led, she noticed that Blight had a navel, a sure-fire way to tell that Blight was not a male as Rowne had always suspected, but was actually just a flat-chested female. This prompted Rowne to change her tactic of eating Blight from just eat her while she's bound to let her fight for her life in a fight that didn't appear rigged, as Blight's extra 2ft of height would appear to counteract the extra strength Rowne gained from her large breasts. Rowne knew this wasn't the case, due to Blight's total lack of breasts more than countering the size difference, but to Blight (who still believed she was male) it appeared fair.
After capturing Blight, Blight was offered a chance of freedom if she could beat Jackie Rowne in a bare handed fight. As both Blight and Rowne were roughly equal in size, Blight accepted, preferring to go down fighting than be shot in a cage (she didn't realise Rowne planned to eat her alive). Blight was easily overpowered by Rowne, and once she had broken Blight's snout, Rowne proceeded to devour a beaten Blight alive, ripping just one of Blight's back spikes off as a souvenir.
==Reception==
"My human workforce needs to know that I am still alive Dragoian, they still need to fear me. Gather them for a demonstration." Rowne telling her only Dragoian Slave to gather her human workforce for a demonstration of her strength.
Her new hulking form was poorly accepted by her human slaves and workers, partly because they believed Rowne to be dead due to weeks on non-contact, and partly due to her appetite being increased along with her size, making her more likely to just randomly devour them for the slimmest of reasons.
Rowne decided that since she had been gone for a few weeks and had not made contact due to what she dubbed as "Growing Pains", she would have to strike fear back into her human workers and slaves, so she decided to devour the 5 workers who her Rownecorp agents had observed, in her absence, as being either lazy; slow working; too obese to not devour or disobedient. This devouring was done in view of her assembled human workers and slaves at her estate to show that she was not only larger than before, but was much stronger. Rowne decided to show off by doing something she couldn't do before, swallowing her prey whole. Due to most of these 5 workers being slim, she forcibly swallowed them whole by breaking their arms and mashing them into their torso to make them narrow enough to fit into her maw. The fattest of these 5 examples Rowne left till last, easily breaking his legs and folding them up so his feet were in his face, before eating him as if he was a burger by taking slow and deliberate bites. Once this grim demonstration was over, she yelled at her now mortified Human workforce to get back to work.
==Armour==
Rowne's armour, known as the RC-BA-1b, is a set of solid RDM plates, attached to the armour via special clips, of high purity and high purity RDM thick fabric-ChainMail-thick fabric for the arms and legs. The heaviest part of the armour is the breastplate, a huge slab of metal shaped to perfectly fit Rowne's body and completely encase it when combined with the backplate.
The plate parts of the armour can resist tanks shells and completely negate normal Dragoian bullets while the fabric-chainmail sandwich parts can resist Dragoian bullets. The proportional strength of this armour is slightly better than that of her original armour due to higher purity RDM being used in it's construction.
Another difference between the new armour and the old armour was a slight shape redesign around the belly, mainly to show her figure a little better so as to show her enemies that she was proud of all the people she had devoured.
==Combat Style==
Her combat style remained much the same as her original combat style, even down to using the same weapons. VamPyre was now not as oversized as Rowne intended it to be, and was slightly undersized due to it's design calling for a 10ft user, the only upgrade VamPyre recieved was new warheads.
The Hydra Pistol she uses is a stock Dragoian model circa 2013 complete with Velocity Enhancers, but with the trigger guard removed and a longer trigger fitted, so that it could perform as well as any other, despite it's user being too big for it. This made the Hydra Pistol seem something of a pea shooter, especially when compared to the hand cannon it used to be.
The only thing that wasn't undersized was her triple-barreled shotgun which always seemed comically oversized when Rowne was only 7ft tall but packed so much punch, it made up for looking comical.
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