Post by Daxen on Aug 3, 2009 10:31:17 GMT -8
Name: Daxen Malite
Age: 19
Power: Shadow Manipulation
Primaries: Reach Weaponry3, Traps3, Teaching2, Wilderness Survival2
Secondaries: Defensive Strategy, Historical Knowledge, Languages, Diplomacy, Philosophy, Cooking, Science - Ecology
Profession(Current): Civilian
Profession(Past): Scientist
Marital Status: Single
Home World: Ortho
Religious Belief: Agnostic
Socioeconomic Status: Middle-class
Cultural Upbringing: Never trust a computer you can't jettison into space
Physical Description: About average height and pale-skinned, this young man seems to constantly have a rather dazed expression, as if never paying attention to any single thing for more than ten seconds. His brown hair is messy, with several strands starting to become too long, hanging over his eyes like vines, making the glasses he wears rather pointless.
As far as clothes go, his are rather plain, though a few wrinkles here and there wouldn't be unexpected, and it is common for him to wear the same clothes at most three days in a row. He almost never smells though, thankfully.
Personality: Most people who know Daxen can describe him with only one word: Eccentric. He never pays attention to anything more than a few moments. He doesn't mean to, of course, it's just his mind is quite the wanderer. People typically can tell that he's a nice fellow, just with a short attention span. However, those who know him complain most about his strange paranoia about his shadow, whom he believes goes about on its own adventures when Daxen's not looking.
That is not to say that poor Dax is a lunatic, as he is quite intelligent. Ask him about ecology or history and he'd gladly go off on an hour-long lecture, so long as his shadow remains in his sights. The only reason he is no longer allowed to work as a scientist is simply due to his accident-prone behavior.
Overall, Daxen's a respectful, shy, intelligent, yet slightly paranoid fellow who always does things with good intentions. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
History: Born and raised in a middle-class, traditional family on Ortho, Daxen's life hasn't exactly been one filled with excitement and adventure. Most of it has actually been filled with suspicion (from himself and others) and accidents.
Daxen has shown his wandering-mind traits since he was a baby, where his father would struggle to teach him a single topic when Daxen would be interested in others, no matter how dull or how exciting. His lack of a proper attention span has led to many accidents and misdemeanors, including accidental trespassing, breaking fragile equipment, and basically pissing off anyone who tried to have a conversation with him.
In order to escape the ostracizing and ridicule, Daxen took a temporary job as a scientist on a spaceship. This, however, turned out to be short-lived, as one finds out quickly that spacing out with an active Bunsen Burner isn't the best idea. Still, he made enough to be able to have a peaceful life as a normal civilian for at least a little while.
RP Sample:
Daxen carefully held the tongs holding some liquified antibiotics over the open flame, holding his tongue in his teeth in concentration, hoping for dear life that his mind would not betray him this time. This was an important experiment, one that could solve the mystery of a plant-killing disease in a minor Ortho settlement. When the liquid started boiling, he started gazing intently for any sort of strange occurrence. As he watched, he started seeing his reflection in the little gas bubbles, and started trying to find an angle where he could get the entire room. Sort-of like a bubble photo-shoot. He cast his gaze around his workstation for a camera, and instead found his shadow making strange gestures again. He raised a brow, wondering what it was trying to signal him. It seemed to be waving its arms as if to signify danger. Daxen thought for a moment about why his shadow kept doing things like this, and recalled his earlier assumption that it could be his subconscious taking it over. Suddenly he heard the roar of a flame and felt a stinging in his hand. With a yelp, he dropped the over-cooked flaming vial, shattering it and ruining his experiment. He whimpered, for he knew his boss was not going to like this...
Age: 19
Power: Shadow Manipulation
Primaries: Reach Weaponry3, Traps3, Teaching2, Wilderness Survival2
Secondaries: Defensive Strategy, Historical Knowledge, Languages, Diplomacy, Philosophy, Cooking, Science - Ecology
Profession(Current): Civilian
Profession(Past): Scientist
Marital Status: Single
Home World: Ortho
Religious Belief: Agnostic
Socioeconomic Status: Middle-class
Cultural Upbringing: Never trust a computer you can't jettison into space
Physical Description: About average height and pale-skinned, this young man seems to constantly have a rather dazed expression, as if never paying attention to any single thing for more than ten seconds. His brown hair is messy, with several strands starting to become too long, hanging over his eyes like vines, making the glasses he wears rather pointless.
As far as clothes go, his are rather plain, though a few wrinkles here and there wouldn't be unexpected, and it is common for him to wear the same clothes at most three days in a row. He almost never smells though, thankfully.
Personality: Most people who know Daxen can describe him with only one word: Eccentric. He never pays attention to anything more than a few moments. He doesn't mean to, of course, it's just his mind is quite the wanderer. People typically can tell that he's a nice fellow, just with a short attention span. However, those who know him complain most about his strange paranoia about his shadow, whom he believes goes about on its own adventures when Daxen's not looking.
That is not to say that poor Dax is a lunatic, as he is quite intelligent. Ask him about ecology or history and he'd gladly go off on an hour-long lecture, so long as his shadow remains in his sights. The only reason he is no longer allowed to work as a scientist is simply due to his accident-prone behavior.
Overall, Daxen's a respectful, shy, intelligent, yet slightly paranoid fellow who always does things with good intentions. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
History: Born and raised in a middle-class, traditional family on Ortho, Daxen's life hasn't exactly been one filled with excitement and adventure. Most of it has actually been filled with suspicion (from himself and others) and accidents.
Daxen has shown his wandering-mind traits since he was a baby, where his father would struggle to teach him a single topic when Daxen would be interested in others, no matter how dull or how exciting. His lack of a proper attention span has led to many accidents and misdemeanors, including accidental trespassing, breaking fragile equipment, and basically pissing off anyone who tried to have a conversation with him.
In order to escape the ostracizing and ridicule, Daxen took a temporary job as a scientist on a spaceship. This, however, turned out to be short-lived, as one finds out quickly that spacing out with an active Bunsen Burner isn't the best idea. Still, he made enough to be able to have a peaceful life as a normal civilian for at least a little while.
RP Sample:
Daxen carefully held the tongs holding some liquified antibiotics over the open flame, holding his tongue in his teeth in concentration, hoping for dear life that his mind would not betray him this time. This was an important experiment, one that could solve the mystery of a plant-killing disease in a minor Ortho settlement. When the liquid started boiling, he started gazing intently for any sort of strange occurrence. As he watched, he started seeing his reflection in the little gas bubbles, and started trying to find an angle where he could get the entire room. Sort-of like a bubble photo-shoot. He cast his gaze around his workstation for a camera, and instead found his shadow making strange gestures again. He raised a brow, wondering what it was trying to signal him. It seemed to be waving its arms as if to signify danger. Daxen thought for a moment about why his shadow kept doing things like this, and recalled his earlier assumption that it could be his subconscious taking it over. Suddenly he heard the roar of a flame and felt a stinging in his hand. With a yelp, he dropped the over-cooked flaming vial, shattering it and ruining his experiment. He whimpered, for he knew his boss was not going to like this...
