Name: Jaqueline Sparr'ér.
Age: 21.
Race: Human.
Gender: Female.
Class: Rogue.
Specialty: Shadow.
Personality: Clumsy, skittish, ironic, comedic, sarcastic, ' drinks all 'round ' kind of type. ( Based on Jack Sparrow from POTC. )
History: Jax hasn't had the easiest life. Orphan. Rogue. No money, no food. But she wasn't exactly the petite type. She had strength, and knew how to use it. Hell, a thug trying to get in her way was a bug. And she was a sparrow.
Roaming the streets, hitchiking on carts, stealing food. Childhood wasn't so.... Fruitious. However, her teen years were. Being taken into the Crowes was the best employemental move in her life. It gained her respect, honour, money, food, and, a few bedwarmers, if you know what i mean. However, she wasn't bedded till 16 and by only one person. She isn't the sluttiest person, so she hasn't even spoken about it since then. And it was one of the most charming Elves of the lot. His name, she won't ever say. His face.... Tanned, and a tattoo by his left eyebrow. His hair... Blonde. That is all. And after the night, he left her two daggers. His, two daggers. Antivan-Made. She never let them go since.
At the age of 18, Jax was sent on a trip with a few other collegues, to a high mountain in The Bannorn, upon it, they were said to have met with a trainer of the Crowés. This didn't happen. They'd been betrayed. All of her collegues and herself were said to have been ' too loose '. In other words, too dangerous for the Crowés.
Outraged from them being upon her nesting place, a High Dragon swooped down from the skies, and landed on the edge of the mountain. It was a long, engaging and insidious battle. The Dragon had killed almost all of her teammates, and almost Jax herself. With the Dragon fighting, she knew what she had to do. She took up both of her daggers, and began to sprint forward at the Dragon. It swung it's head, trying to clasp her in it's jaws. She didn't take that, ducking down, she skidded under the head, and thrust her daggers up to slide them into and across it's long neck, and throat. Slitting the windpipe and fire gauge. With it wounded and distracted, she stuck the blade into it's thigh, and began to climb up. Reluctantly, it throw itself about, trying to get the poor girl off. She still had none of it, running swiftly across it's neck, she got to the head, and thrust both blades down into the head, skull and brain of the Dragon. One last cry - and it was done.
But her teammates. None survived. Jax was alone. And forever would despise the Crowés for what they had done.
This, is the story of Jax Flinch. Otherwise known as, ' The Tale of Birds '. It's told all over the Antivan Region to younger adults, and only to the most dangerous. Mostly to warn her.
If it is true, however, is unknown.
Likes:
- Drinking.
-Gambling.
- Flirting.
- Ridiculing.
Dislikes:
- Losing.
- Dragons.
- Crowés.
Crush: The Unknown Elf of description, if he is alive, however, is unknown.
Curiosities: It is said, after killing the beast, she ripped out the teeth of the Dragon, and fashioned them into Daggers, which are clipped to her belt.
The two daggers she has are Antivan-Made, which have swirled, gripped hilts, and thin, blades at both ends. However, the lower end is shorter. They are both made from Iron, Oak and Blood.
She has various tattoo's all over her body. Some say they are to mark the slashes the Dragon took at her. However, Jax does have scars. Alot of them. All over her body. And, infact, there are three seated on her face. One by her lip, the other by her cheek, and the last under her eye.
She has absolutely piercing, and decieving, purple eyes. Why, noone knows.
