Post by Maxodis on Dec 20, 2008 22:02:19 GMT -5
Name : Dax Briaar
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Species : Ferret
Occupation : Dax considers himself to be a Vagabond and inspired (but mostly talentless) emerging bard. He followed his brother Omri through several lifestyles, finding no particular interest in them himself.
Appearance : Dax Briaar is of an average height and build for a ferret. His muscles have enough tone to define themselves through his nearly solid coat of darkened fur, but are lithe all the same. He has white patches of fur around his muzzle and partially down his chin and significantly darker patches of fur around his eyes and paws. He can often be found wearing a loose maroon shirt,( opened to the middle of his torso due to a lack of functional buttons), a pair of slightly ragged pants (Held in place by a hefty leather belt along with strips of cloth of various design and texture that he found particularly interesting, tied above and underneath his belt at his waist in the corsair style), And a dusty, well-worn naval overcoat. His traveling boots(made of an indefinable leather) are in clear disrepair, easily several times dustier than his overcoat.
Possessions : He carries with him a decently sized satchel that through some crudely done altering, he has attached to a ridiculously sized belt that he wears across his body, the buckle placed in the center of his chest. Within the satchel, Dax carries few possessions of his own, save for a few time-worn, dusty volumes. The books have no legible name on their covers, but the pages within that haven't been damaged by water appear to hold poetry. These are at the bottom of the satchel, their shape is clearly defined through the thin material. On top of these volumes is often a collection of food, enough rations for Dax and his brother Omri to survive on for several days. Around his neck on a thin chain is the tip of a battle-tested, dulled knife, one inch in length. He carries a small harp in a ragged, hard leather case.
For weaponry, Dax carries multiple braces of knifes of various sizes and shapes concealed within his clothing. He knows each one intimately, they almost have a personality to him. He can use each one with as much deadly skill as the next. Attached to the over-sized belt that holds his satchel, he has a sheathed shortsword that is simple at best, but remarkable in it's sturdy construction.
Personality : Dax is very much like his brother. He is often cheerful and outgoing, though he is, to a certain extent, reserved. He is less confident than his brother, which slightly dampens his otherwise charismatic and charming nature. In meeting others, Dax finds himself reluctant to begin a conversation, and is awkward in doing so. He will, after a time, become more comfortable and relaxed, sometimes relating to others personal aspects of his life that one would not normally tell complete strangers.
He has a slight cynical streak, which is represented by his pervasive wit that he, for the sake of being tactful, tries often to suppress. He is not always successful. He is modest at heart, and considers himself to be a smooth negotiator. As he is still young, Dax finds himself not entirely sure of who he is. He has never been fully comfortable with presenting his "self" to others, preferring to observe other's reactions and mimicking them, showing those he meets what they want to see. He finds himself conflicted between continuing this social charade or learning to be more open. As a result, he will at times silently brood by himself, isolated from even his brother.
Despite his confusion, Dax holds a very clear definition of what's "right" and what is "wrong". Dax finds himself often having to halt his hasty brother from doing things that would be considered wrong in the eyes of their late mother.
Strengths :
Literate, artistic (( I can only try my best to compose lyrics on the spot ))
Easygoing, laid back
A good negotiator
Witty (( Or is that a weakness? ))
Has sharp vision
Athletically fast
Extremely proficient with his multiple throwing knives and projectiles in general
level-headed, often takes times to think things through
Weaknesses :
A bit shy, reserved
Not as physically strong as his brother
Often lets his will get bent by others
Not very talented at composing music impromptu
Not quite sure of who he is
Not as skilled with his shortsword as he would like to be
History : Dax's early life was the same as his twin brother Omri's. Growing up, Dax would lie in the shade and enjoy the tranquility of his life as his brother went off in search of imaginary foes to slay. From an early age, Dax was able to see some of the hidden pain in their mother. He realized that part of it was caused by their absent father, realized that their mother was containing her hurt within herself in order to give he and his brother a happy life. For this, he was grateful. From an early age, Dax was acquainted with his uncle Kutenai, and could recognize how the visits from her brother helped to alleviate Sleet's sorrow. Dax grew to respect Kutenai, despite his cruel ways. After a time, the visits from their uncle grew to be less frequent, until they stopped seeing him altogether.
When they were 15, the twin's mother was taken from them by a cruel twist of fate. The creatures that their mother was very spiteful of, badgers, had killer her in a brutal fashion that goes beyond description ((Well, it doesn't, but I think I'd get in trouble if I did.)). Quickly following the broken despair, Dax experienced a new and profound emotion. Rage. Blind rage, fueled by the mindless want of vengeance. He saw the same in his brother. For a time, Dax had accepted these feelings, felt their resolve, and believed it to be his destiny to extract vengeance. It did not take him long to realize with horror what he was becoming.
Dax began to doubt himself, wanting desperately to believe that he was still the care-free, blissfully ignorant creature that he once was, but haunted by the painful tempest of his anger that belied his nature.
Relationships :
Omri Roq - Twin Brother
Sleetfang - Mother (Deceased)
Kutenai Seldury - Uncle
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Species : Ferret
Occupation : Dax considers himself to be a Vagabond and inspired (but mostly talentless) emerging bard. He followed his brother Omri through several lifestyles, finding no particular interest in them himself.
Appearance : Dax Briaar is of an average height and build for a ferret. His muscles have enough tone to define themselves through his nearly solid coat of darkened fur, but are lithe all the same. He has white patches of fur around his muzzle and partially down his chin and significantly darker patches of fur around his eyes and paws. He can often be found wearing a loose maroon shirt,( opened to the middle of his torso due to a lack of functional buttons), a pair of slightly ragged pants (Held in place by a hefty leather belt along with strips of cloth of various design and texture that he found particularly interesting, tied above and underneath his belt at his waist in the corsair style), And a dusty, well-worn naval overcoat. His traveling boots(made of an indefinable leather) are in clear disrepair, easily several times dustier than his overcoat.
Possessions : He carries with him a decently sized satchel that through some crudely done altering, he has attached to a ridiculously sized belt that he wears across his body, the buckle placed in the center of his chest. Within the satchel, Dax carries few possessions of his own, save for a few time-worn, dusty volumes. The books have no legible name on their covers, but the pages within that haven't been damaged by water appear to hold poetry. These are at the bottom of the satchel, their shape is clearly defined through the thin material. On top of these volumes is often a collection of food, enough rations for Dax and his brother Omri to survive on for several days. Around his neck on a thin chain is the tip of a battle-tested, dulled knife, one inch in length. He carries a small harp in a ragged, hard leather case.
For weaponry, Dax carries multiple braces of knifes of various sizes and shapes concealed within his clothing. He knows each one intimately, they almost have a personality to him. He can use each one with as much deadly skill as the next. Attached to the over-sized belt that holds his satchel, he has a sheathed shortsword that is simple at best, but remarkable in it's sturdy construction.
Personality : Dax is very much like his brother. He is often cheerful and outgoing, though he is, to a certain extent, reserved. He is less confident than his brother, which slightly dampens his otherwise charismatic and charming nature. In meeting others, Dax finds himself reluctant to begin a conversation, and is awkward in doing so. He will, after a time, become more comfortable and relaxed, sometimes relating to others personal aspects of his life that one would not normally tell complete strangers.
He has a slight cynical streak, which is represented by his pervasive wit that he, for the sake of being tactful, tries often to suppress. He is not always successful. He is modest at heart, and considers himself to be a smooth negotiator. As he is still young, Dax finds himself not entirely sure of who he is. He has never been fully comfortable with presenting his "self" to others, preferring to observe other's reactions and mimicking them, showing those he meets what they want to see. He finds himself conflicted between continuing this social charade or learning to be more open. As a result, he will at times silently brood by himself, isolated from even his brother.
Despite his confusion, Dax holds a very clear definition of what's "right" and what is "wrong". Dax finds himself often having to halt his hasty brother from doing things that would be considered wrong in the eyes of their late mother.
Strengths :
Literate, artistic (( I can only try my best to compose lyrics on the spot ))
Easygoing, laid back
A good negotiator
Witty (( Or is that a weakness? ))
Has sharp vision
Athletically fast
Extremely proficient with his multiple throwing knives and projectiles in general
level-headed, often takes times to think things through
Weaknesses :
A bit shy, reserved
Not as physically strong as his brother
Often lets his will get bent by others
Not very talented at composing music impromptu
Not quite sure of who he is
Not as skilled with his shortsword as he would like to be
History : Dax's early life was the same as his twin brother Omri's. Growing up, Dax would lie in the shade and enjoy the tranquility of his life as his brother went off in search of imaginary foes to slay. From an early age, Dax was able to see some of the hidden pain in their mother. He realized that part of it was caused by their absent father, realized that their mother was containing her hurt within herself in order to give he and his brother a happy life. For this, he was grateful. From an early age, Dax was acquainted with his uncle Kutenai, and could recognize how the visits from her brother helped to alleviate Sleet's sorrow. Dax grew to respect Kutenai, despite his cruel ways. After a time, the visits from their uncle grew to be less frequent, until they stopped seeing him altogether.
When they were 15, the twin's mother was taken from them by a cruel twist of fate. The creatures that their mother was very spiteful of, badgers, had killer her in a brutal fashion that goes beyond description ((Well, it doesn't, but I think I'd get in trouble if I did.)). Quickly following the broken despair, Dax experienced a new and profound emotion. Rage. Blind rage, fueled by the mindless want of vengeance. He saw the same in his brother. For a time, Dax had accepted these feelings, felt their resolve, and believed it to be his destiny to extract vengeance. It did not take him long to realize with horror what he was becoming.
Dax began to doubt himself, wanting desperately to believe that he was still the care-free, blissfully ignorant creature that he once was, but haunted by the painful tempest of his anger that belied his nature.
Relationships :
Omri Roq - Twin Brother
Sleetfang - Mother (Deceased)
Kutenai Seldury - Uncle
