Name: Daxius Orion Shadowfire
Nickname: Dax
Age: 26
Species: Human
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 185 lbs.
Hair type: Medium, Straight, Jet Black
Eye color: Green
Skin tone: Light Tan
Affiliation: Order
Powers: Quick-strike. Basic Elemental
Strengths: Enhanced Agility/Speed/Dexterity. Superior Hand-Eye cordination
Weakness: Any magic. Gambling. Anger
Alliance Type: Good
Friends: Maybe
Enemies: Unknown
Special Quirks: Carries special cards with pictures of creatures and elements that he usually shuffles idly with.
History of Character:
Dax never knew his parents, for he was left at the door of a monistary when he was born. The warrior monks of Ack'la Viah on Lesser took him in, viewing all life as sacred. It was at the monistary that he was raised to be a philosopher, scholar, monk, teacher, and card fighter. At the age of twelve he recieved his first set of fighting cards known as Summons. For many years he was trained on how to draw out their special powers, how to control them without having them turn upon him.
When Dax was seventeen he was given permission to leave the monistary to seek out a living of his own. Not sure where to begin his life, he was quickly drawn into the underground world of fighting known as Blood-Sport. Having been taught by the best teachers of Lesser, Dax was quick to adapt to the underground fighting lifestyle, quickly gaining a reputation as a powerful, yet merciful fighter.
When he was twenty-one he fell in love with a fellow Blood-Sport fighter, an Elf by the name of Syva Moon-Strike. In secret they loved one another, but in the public eye they were heated rivals. Dax and Syva got married in secret, but when Syva's master found out that she was pregnant and married, he had her killed in front of Dax. Enraged, Dax attacked his love's killer, using the Summons for the first time ever, killing the man that had killed his wife. But, with the murder of a very powerful lord, Dax was branded a murderer upon Lesser. He fled to Greater to escape the death sentence awaiting him, quickly earning a bounty upon his head. Yet, for ever hunter that came after him, his tally of killings grew that much more.
Way you rp:
"I have ten gold crowns that says you can't knock that hat off that giant without touching him," yelled the drunk staggering before Dax. "And! You can't get within ten feet of him either! Ha! How you think you'll do now, smart one!"
The crowd surrounding Dax, who was already nervous and on guard, was beginning to swell. The giant, Gol Gatchrach from Divide, stood over twenty feet tall, which was increadibly tall for an ice giant. Bets began to fly through the crowd as the drunk man began to hackel Dax about being unable to do so. Gol Gatchrach stood with his arms folded, the tiny boller hat sat squat upon the center of his head.
Dax knew that if he somehow struck the Gol, the giant would in turn strike him. He couldn't afford to hit him, nor could he afford to miss the hat. He didn't have ten gold crowns, and he needed the money. He had lost everything at the daubo tables.
"Very well. I accept your challenge."
The crowd roared with excitement. Dax took his stance while the drunk man staggered to the safety of the crowd, Gol standing with his arms crossed over his chest, a neutral expression upon his face. Dax already owed him five gold crowns. Either he'd pay him in money, or pay him with a beating.
Dax pulled out a card from his pocket and placed it upon the ground. He then closed his eyes and turned from it, whispering to himself. The crowd watched in silence. Then, suddenly, Dax spun aroud, sweeping his leg over the card in a quick kick. A massive shockwave of air followed the arc of the kick. The crowd watched as the wave flew up and knocked the hat off of Gol's head without so much as touching the giant. Dax slowly picked up his card as the crowd began to cheer.
Keyword: Divine
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