Michcat
i'm the wench if you're the cake ;)
I'm making this profile reeeaaaally late. Character was created around December 20th, 2014/has been played since he was 6 years of IC age.
[Consent Rules] Come engage me with anything and everything!
Nickname/Alias: Jax
Age: Eleven years older than Evelyn Lannis
Gender: Male
Race: Forest(?) Elven-Silver Elven-Human Mutt
Social Status: Smith.
Sexuality: Flaming
Height: Taller, over the 6ft mark.
Weight: Stocky and generous, He's a very well built fellow.
Date of Birth: ...
Date of Death: Today
Homeland: Some quiet farming town in the middle of nowhere.
Current Home: ...
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Thick and heavy, Jaxon's frame embodies the term "hard labour". He has broad shoulders and long legs, the young man clearly well built in every sense of the word. Like a pile of cement might, he looks pretty hard to knock down.
Hair: Bright. Blond. Shining golden tresses.
Eyes: Sparkling turquoise sea-green-grey-blue. STAYGOLDENPONYBOY
Skin: Fair, but currently on the more tanned side, courtesy of Thorne's farmwork.
Identifying Marks: His long blond hair- Jaxon usually wears it in a messy braid or tied far back behind his head. The man's starking resemblence to now-deceased Drachen Dormus (mixed with the odd elvish trait), or perhaps his sturdy stature, could cause him to stand out (above) a crowd. Due to his day job, scores of little burns and scars litter his hands, arms, shoulders, and chest.
Appearance: Lackadaisy and offhandish. His Elven blood prevents Jaxon from growing any sort of appreciable beard, so he keeps his blond stubble haphazardly 'short' (And he misses days a lot, giving him a patchy look). Jaxon seems rough at the edges- and it isn't just his clothing. The fellow holds himself like someone used to less respectable company more often than not.
Clothing: Thick, warm, and padded... Or rough, easily-washable and loose. Perfect for rough life and LOTS of activity. He occasionally dons cloak designed to be wrapped around one's head in case of snowstorms, sandstorms, or rough seas, and a thick leather glove on one hand purposely crafted for his Smithing work with metal dockets on the thumb and palm.
Hygiene: ... eh. Passable on a good day.
Voice: Husky from disuse. Quiet.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths:
-His BULK and GRRR STRENGTH from HOURS OF HAMMERING, borne from his NATURAL TENDANCIES TO BE A MEATSLAB. ( Scardrac heritage ofc)
-HIGH METABOLISM MEANS CHISELED PECS
-Calm and chill sorta guy, unlikely to escalate a situation.
-Sailing.
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Fears:
-Moderately afraid of the practical things, like dangerous beings and dying.
-Creepy strangers skulking around his dear little sister Evelyn. oh..
-Dying alone.
-Family
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Weaknesses:
-Mortal!
-Addictive substances.
-Jaxon has never been a sprinter. He can run long, but not fast. The same applies to his train of thought.
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Intelligence: While Jaxon is unarguably intelligent in working with his hands- From woodcarving beginning at a young age, to sculpting stone and working metals and crafting chainmail and knotting intricate ropework... He still can't write very well and sort of forgot how to read. No knowledge of arithmatic whatsoever or formal education... whatsoever. Currently destroying what is left of his mental capacity with hard drugs.
Languages: Common(?), Elven....ish?, like three words in Fae
Profession: Sailor. Woodworker. Blacksmith. Sculptor.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Laidback. Lackadaisy. Eternally stoned. Occasionally self-righteous.
Religion or Cults: Jaxon is a firm believer in Korog's teachings.
Alignment: Neutral Good
[themesong here]
INSPIRATIONS:
Arken Elz Scardrac
My in-game name is: Michifish
[Consent Rules] Come engage me with anything and everything!
Jaxon Dormus Veileth
-Titles-
Son
Brother
Blacksmith
Sailor
Townsman
Wanderer
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KEY INFORMATION:-Titles-
Son
Brother
Blacksmith
Sailor
Townsman
Wanderer
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Nickname/Alias: Jax
Age: Eleven years older than Evelyn Lannis
Gender: Male
Race: Forest(?) Elven-Silver Elven-Human Mutt
Social Status: Smith.
Sexuality: Flaming
Height: Taller, over the 6ft mark.
Weight: Stocky and generous, He's a very well built fellow.
Date of Birth: ...
Date of Death: Today
Homeland: Some quiet farming town in the middle of nowhere.
Current Home: ...
PHYSIOLOGY:
Build: Thick and heavy, Jaxon's frame embodies the term "hard labour". He has broad shoulders and long legs, the young man clearly well built in every sense of the word. Like a pile of cement might, he looks pretty hard to knock down.
Hair: Bright. Blond. Shining golden tresses.
Eyes: Sparkling turquoise sea-green-grey-blue. STAYGOLDENPONYBOY
Skin: Fair, but currently on the more tanned side, courtesy of Thorne's farmwork.
Identifying Marks: His long blond hair- Jaxon usually wears it in a messy braid or tied far back behind his head. The man's starking resemblence to now-deceased Drachen Dormus (mixed with the odd elvish trait), or perhaps his sturdy stature, could cause him to stand out (above) a crowd. Due to his day job, scores of little burns and scars litter his hands, arms, shoulders, and chest.
Appearance: Lackadaisy and offhandish. His Elven blood prevents Jaxon from growing any sort of appreciable beard, so he keeps his blond stubble haphazardly 'short' (And he misses days a lot, giving him a patchy look). Jaxon seems rough at the edges- and it isn't just his clothing. The fellow holds himself like someone used to less respectable company more often than not.
Clothing: Thick, warm, and padded... Or rough, easily-washable and loose. Perfect for rough life and LOTS of activity. He occasionally dons cloak designed to be wrapped around one's head in case of snowstorms, sandstorms, or rough seas, and a thick leather glove on one hand purposely crafted for his Smithing work with metal dockets on the thumb and palm.
Hygiene: ... eh. Passable on a good day.
Voice: Husky from disuse. Quiet.
QUALITIES AND FLAWS:
Strengths:
-His BULK and GRRR STRENGTH from HOURS OF HAMMERING, borne from his NATURAL TENDANCIES TO BE A MEATSLAB. ( Scardrac heritage ofc)
-HIGH METABOLISM MEANS CHISELED PECS
-Calm and chill sorta guy, unlikely to escalate a situation.
-Sailing.
-
Fears:
-Moderately afraid of the practical things, like dangerous beings and dying.
-
-Dying alone.
-Family
-
Weaknesses:
-Mortal!
-Addictive substances.
-Jaxon has never been a sprinter. He can run long, but not fast. The same applies to his train of thought.
-
Intelligence: While Jaxon is unarguably intelligent in working with his hands- From woodcarving beginning at a young age, to sculpting stone and working metals and crafting chainmail and knotting intricate ropework... He still can't write very well and sort of forgot how to read. No knowledge of arithmatic whatsoever or formal education... whatsoever. Currently destroying what is left of his mental capacity with hard drugs.
Languages: Common(?), Elven....ish?, like three words in Fae
Profession: Sailor. Woodworker. Blacksmith. Sculptor.
ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS:
Personality: Laidback. Lackadaisy. Eternally stoned. Occasionally self-righteous.
Religion or Cults: Jaxon is a firm believer in Korog's teachings.
Alignment: Neutral Good
[themesong here]
INSPIRATIONS:
Arken Elz Scardrac
My in-game name is: Michifish
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