NAME
DaxMaurier or Dax for short
AGE
Unknown (although he appears to be in his early 20's)
RACE
Unknown
APPEARANCE
FIGHTING STYLE
Personal Style called 'Sorrow's Dance'
WEAPONS
Two modified Desert Eagle Pistols, straped on his belt at the base of his spine.
Blood Bane - A sword given to him while he was wondering the lands after escapeing the Orphanage. The blade is a mystery to him, which is why he tries not to use it to often. The blade itself is 5ft long, with a red band that seems embeded on the blade with mysterious runes on the wrist guard above the handle.
Shadows End - A long black katana, eminateing Purple Myst
His fists.
SPECIAL ABILITES
He seems to have some controll over the element of darkness, but sadly he cannot controll it due to lack of proper training.
He can also controll fire, and conjure small balls of fire in his hands.
One of his favorite tricks is to combine his fire conjuring with his Darkness skills, to create a ball of Purple Fire.
OTHER/BACKGROUND INFORMATION
During child birth, Dax's mother died, leaving him in the care of his father. But Dax's father was a crule man, who only cared for his booze and could not even stand the sight of Dax, blaming him for the death of his wife. Before Dax was even a month old, his father was killed in a drunken fight, stabbed five times in the chest and neck.
Dax was sent to an orphanage to live out his child years. Sadly though, the people at the orphanage treated Dax as a wild animal. Each day, Dax was beaten with a metal pole covered in glass shards, and as the years went on the beatings got worse, which ultimately led to his fear of physical contact from other people. The only meals he was given was a few slices of moldy bread and a jug of diry water at the end of each week. He was forced to sleep in the basement of the building on the cold floor. Dax never knew why he was treated this way, as all the other children in the place were treated like Princes and Pricesses.
Once Dax became older, the 'Masters' of the orphanage started entering Dax is brutal fights at the local tavern. Dax didn't want to fight though, but the 'Masters' gave his two choices, fight, or die...
Many nights in his basement room, he spent training himself, developing his own stlye of fighting, which he latter called "Sorrow's Dance". He planed on useing this dance to rebel aganist his 'masters' and leave the orphanage. Although the "Dance" becmase like second nature to him, he never elt his masters see it, so as to have the element of surprize when the day of his rebellion came.
One night during his training, he noticed a black mist like substance, moveing with each of his moves. He latter realized that with deep concentration, he could form the mist into various shapes. What this was, he didn't know.
Then came the fateful day. He was receiving his daily beating, he felt a rage burning within himself. Before he knew he, his fists were englfed in flames, as he was beating down upon his 'masters' dead body. Dax had finally snapped.
After that, he escaped the orphanage. With no where to go, not really trusting anyone, and only at the young age of 10 years old, he was left to wander the lands on his own.
For years, Dax travelled the lands on his own, keeping his distance from any type of people at all. His life at the orphanage made him have a total dis-trust for anyone he came across.
With his lack of trust for people, he was soon forced into a life of stealing. Although he had become a common theif, he only stole what he needed to survive, clothing and food, nothing more.
Some years had passed, and Dax had felt his life was going ok, that is until an Elder Man caught him stealing a loaf of bread from his house.
The Elder Man, senceing something inside of Dax did not punish him though. He actually offered Dax a room, and good meals. The only catch, Dax was to receive training from the Elder.
Although confused, and scared, Dax felt that he could trust the Elder, and so the training began.
First they had trained Dax's mind. The Elde taught Dax how to clear his thoughts, and conjure forth his "black mist" in more powerful forms and states. Somedays, they would use the mist to black out entire areas, others they would use the mist as a weapon and knock down walls, or conceal and move Dax around areas un-noticed. They kept at it every day, until Dax xould do it without even thinking.
The Elder also helped Dax further his training in hand to hand combat, adding more technical moves to his "Sorrows Dance".
As a final part of their training, The Elder taught Dax about firearms, and much to the suprize of the Elder, Dax had an excellent shot right off the bat, able to shoot off the head of a pin from 100ft.... Useing a low power pistol.
Years had passed, Dax was about 18 years old now. His training lessons with teh Elder had ended about 3 years prior, but Dax still lived with him. He found that he had developed a bond with the Elder, Dax actually looked up to the Elder.
But one day, when Dax had completed his daily excersises and returned home for the day, he found the Elder sitting at the kitchen table with a few items and a sad look in his eyes.
Without even asking, Dax knew what was going on. It was his day to leave. The Elder man had packed a few days worth of food, and some clothing for Dax in a small backpack. AS a final parting gift, the Elder presented Dax with a pair of Desert Eagle Pistolrs, and the Blood Bane(which was even a mystery to the old man)
Dax was left to travel the lands on his own again.
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