Post by Zadaxtrina Wall-Flower on Nov 21, 2010 1:40:29 GMT -5
DAX
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
In the middle of the night
No matter what the time
FULL NAME:
Zadaxtrina Wall-Flower
NICKNAME(S):
Dax to her acquaintances, Unhinger to her working partners,
AGE:
She's working on the Twenty-one year mark, but there is a bet going around that she won't make it there.
ALIGNMENT:
Neutral/Evil.
JOB:
The Wall-Flowers have a long history of being just what their name is; a wall flower. They gather intelligence, items, and sometimes people. Dax specializes in extracting information from certain tight lips. Her job, Interrogator? Her father jokingly called her the Jaw Unhinger, but Dax will do pretty much anything (in her skill set) for the right amount of money.
DISTRICT:
Bass District. (surprised?)
APARTMENT NUMBER:
Apt. #171
I`m just alone
APPEARANCE:
After several years of the correct combination of diet, exercise, and training Dax developed an athletic build as well as a silent step. The young woman walks on eggshells even in her own apartment. Paranoia keeps her alive, as do her extremely vibrant emerald eyes, small peachy and unpierced ears, and her small, almost button nose. Her head generally meets with the center of everyone's chest, but she prefers that--it aids in her sneaking about. She keeps her hair long because, nostalgically, it is all she has left of her mother.
Dax's clothes and style reflect what is popular and yet conspicuous at the same time. She tries not to wear anything that would sink into someone's cortex and have them remember her. She walks like just another person in the crowd and never carries anything or wears anything that could be singled out to her. Uniformity is key to staying unnoticed.
PERSONALITY:
A lot of those childhood, character building experiences were just plain left out of Dax's life. As soon as she was old enough to walk, and talk, she was being trained to take on the family name. She didn't spend her childhood years with the other kids or with anyone else other than her parents. So there are some wide gaps in her overall personality. She feels little towards other people, unless they have employed her. She is loyal like any old friend until her transaction is complete. Friends are nothing to her, only identifiers.
Some could easily label her as a sociopath and a tad bit genocidal, which could easily be true. People are nothing but a means to an end; know when the end is, and get out. That's how she lives. Dax feels nothing when she witnesses someone get beaten or injured. She feels her own version of amusement when someone cracks under the pressure of her capable hands. That's really her only thrill--what she looks forward too. There is just something so empowering when you have someone's sanity at your clutches.
Is there another side to this evil, crazy lady? No. Not really. She never had the chance to develop that side, so it's just a myth--unless of course she quits her job. Which she can't.
BIOGRAPHY:
The Wall-flower clan used to be quite notorious in their line of work. They were the best, and always turned out the best. A Wall-flower never broke a contract or betrayed an employer (at least not until after they were paid). However, roughly thirty years ago, there was a huge clan falling out and the further reaches of the clan, i.e. Dax's direct line, were framed for a simple ran-sacking job to scare the locals a bit. A kid saw the people working the job and was killed. It brought a lot of attention on the Wall-flower's and the best way to keep their reputation's clean was to nip the problem in the bud.
Dax wasn't raised with her many cousins and second cousins as she would have been if that accident never occurred. However, that's not the way the world worked and Dax was raised with the idea to restore her father's name in her family and take back their proper positions in the clan hierarchy. Her training kept her busy from the dawn until her father was ready to pass out from exhaustion himself. The only sympathy Dax ever experienced was from her mother, who experienced an untimely death from an illness picked up while shopping. Foul-play was never ruled out by her father and Dax thought the same thing, even as a ten year old child. However, no evidence was ever found and they never sought revenge.
Dax received her first job when she was sixteen. Some wannabe gangsters had kidnapped an heiress to a large estate in the String district. A low-time thug had no use for the estate itself, but the items inside the house were quite valuable. Magical artifacts, priceless family heirlooms, jewels; that sort of thing. Only problem was, the gangsters needed to know exactly where the property was, and when would be the best time to hit it. In came Dax. She worked possibly for five minutes and had the pretty little heiress bawling her eyes out, snitching names of other rich estates and interesting facts like vacationing habits.
Thus began the slowly growing reputation of the Jaw Unhinger.
Destiny forgotten,
SKILL(S):
-Reconnaissance; this includes tracking and shadowing
-Espionage;
-Lock Picking
-Pick-pocketing
-Interrogating
-Torture
-Negotiating
POWER(S):
Dax's father had a belief that magic was a crutch for those that didn't have enough in them to do the work proper-like. Dax's mother still taught her a few helpful tricks to help with their line of work. After a heavily concentrated moment, Dax can create a spell they will shield her from all five senses for up to two minutes. In sticky situations where she needs a large distraction, she casts a spell that sends everything in a ten foot radius up in the air. It works great in alley ways with all that trash lying around.
WEAPON(S):
Dax is pretty crafty when it comes to weapons and uses generally what is available at the time she needs one. Most weapons her bulky and not good with stealthy missions. However, Dax always has her lock-picking kit on her person as well as a few flat-bladed throwing knives, just in case.
Even though I kept going.
CHARACTER THEME SONG(S):
I fail. Let's go with odd suspense music with lots of violins, eh?
FACE CLAIM:
If Original Character: Uhm, I honestly have no idea. I found her picture years ago on Photobucket.
OoC NAME:
^_^ Nana!
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
I'm a lurky-turkey
PASSWORDS:
Deceptive Cadence Dissonance
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Incessant talking. She really disliked it. It filled her head and stopped her from hearing the important things; the hushed whispers between two close friends, the worried mutters to one's self, the scolding of a master to their apprentice for leaving the back door unlocked. Those were the things she needed to here; the secrets. She couldn't care less if that woman over there couldn't look at herself in the mirror naked anymore. She shouldn't spend so much time eating. Easy fix.
Everyone outside of her life just seemed fake, as if they were just faint glimmers of her imagination, or poor reflections of some old forgotten memory. People couldn't actually just be concerned about how tight their skin is, right? That's just not how it was, it couldn't be. That was stupid.
Never matter, Dax had a job to do. That master that was scolding his apprentice for leaving the door unlocked was about to send him back to lock said door. Which meant she only had moments to get inside and steal the pocket watch the master keeps in his desk drawer. It was amazing how easy it was to pick the brain of a teenaged boy, especially if one batted one's eyelashes and giggled. Her mother had once told her as a child that in the future, when she came into her womanly body, getting information from men would become easier. The woman was not wrong. However, Dax still liked to play rough.
She was in and out before anyone noticed the door had opened in the first place. She kept her hand in her pocket as she walked, yet when a man pushing a cart full of fish crossed the walk in front of her suddenly, she fell against it. Her hand slipped out of her pocket and so did the pocket watch. The man pushing the cart dropped the handles and grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her. He discreetly slid a pouch of money into her upper jacket pocket and excused himself before he went back on his way. Dax did a production of looking annoyed before she turned on her heel and melted back into the crowd.
