Jakk Shadowclaw

[Rocky]

Your character's full name: Jakk Shadowclaw
Age: 22
Species: Fox
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Evil
Appearance:

Jakk is of average height, with a slight build. His abdomen his filled with muscle, and his arms have a steely sinew in them, that appear as roots when he exerts much energy, or flexes them. His fur is blood red and runs smoothly over his body. Jakk has two blades that are exactly the same; Folded and then refolded steel, making them very durable, and the hilt is black with a silver cross laid into the handle. The handle is slightly curved at the end, and the blade is curved like a scimatar. He keepes his blades in two makeshift sheathes across his back in an 'X', so they're easy to get to.

Jakk wears thick leather gauntlets for protection, breeches that run to his ankle, and leather boots. For his abdomen area, he wears a normal shirt that is a slight green color, has a collar that is flat against his chest and shoulder area, and it has a 'V' neck, revealing part of his muscular chest. The sleeves are the lengths of his arm, but he always keeps them rolled up to about his elbow.

Jakk has a belt of thick leather that he keeps slung across his chest in an a diagonal. Attached to it are 6 sheathes, with knives each in them. At his side, he keeps a curved dagger, like a miniature scimatar.

Belongings:

Twin blades; Make shift sheathes; Throwing knives; Dagger; Clothing

Job or Position:

Mercenary; Marauder; Highwayman; Bandit

Personality:

Jakk acts the way a snake would, stalking its prey. He's what you can call silent but deadly. His life has been completely altered, ever since his gruesome past. He's a quiet type, but not the shy-type. He just doesn't talk much to others he doesn't know, unless he's threatening or robbing someone. He doesn't keep "friends", and some don't remember him, so he doesn't have many enemies. He's like a shadow, you can say.

When Jakk is waiting on a pathway to rob someone, he hides out, then attacks, like normal bandits.

He's smart and knows how to watch someone and take in their moves and patterns, and always knows the right moment to attack. He's not really one to fight head on in an all out battle, but from time to time he will. He's actually a great fighter, but he just favors robbing people.

Jakk can be hired to kill and is willing to do anything as long as he gets a reward. He doesn't care what the reward is, as long as its something good, and useful to him.

History and Background Information:

Jakk was born into a normal family. A village of normal families, actually. There were at least 12 huts there, consisting of all types of vermin, though these vermin weren't categorized as "evil", they were more of neutral. Since everyone else was neutral in their alignments, Jakk grew up like that, not favoring a side over the other, but just learning to aid anyone in need.

When he was 14, his father presented him with his twin blades. "Keep them on you at all times. Use them wth neccessary, and never let anyone take them from you. Never." Jakk nodded and took them, along with the sheathes. He slung them across his back, and thats where they've always been. One day, he was out practicing, twirling the blades, throwing knives, hacking at targets (Things of wood and hay, designed to look like dummies), when a theif broke into the camp. He was a rat, and broke into one of the huts. Jakk's hut. Jakk raced to the scene and barreled through the doorway, looked at the rat, then with one stroke, he slew him with one of his blades. SOmething wasn't right, though. Why would a thief go theiving in the middle of the day? Then he heard the snap of a branch, ran out of the hut, and saw a retreating form of a ferret.

Jakk took chase, crashing through the woods, following this mysterious creature, and when he caught up with him, he asked the business that that ferret was doing there, and as an answer, the ferret killed himself.

Thats when he heard it. A scream. Coming from the village.

Jakk raced back to the village, with only one care in the world: Get his family to safety.

He came upon the scene of the village, with both blades in his hands, and took in everything around him. There were bodies that littered the ground, bodies of the villagers. Huts were set on fire, and there, lay his mother and father, on the ground, dead. Jakk dropped to his knees, the blades falling from his hands, and wept. His only family was dead, and he could've saved them if he weren't so careless. He shouted up to the heavens, asking for a reason, but in return, he got none.

The fox stay there, on his knees, and several forms came from the treeline, looking at him, but not touching him. They passed all around him, and Jakk still stay there, staring at the ground. When they were all gone, Jakk stood up, grabbed his blades and left. But not before putting the bodies of his parents in their own hut, and setting it alight. He gave them their last rites, and swore, to never again, be so careless.

Jakk left the village, wandering anywhere. His mind was changed. All he wanted was revenge for the creatures that did that. He spent his time looking for hints, killing if no one told him anything. HE became a heartless creature, giving no mercy to others. He would give his service for money, or rewards. He was a hired mercenary, killing for money, and he stole from others, becoming a bandit, a highwayman, and a marauder. His life was changed, and he never wanted to go back. He liked his new lifestyle. It was painless. He didn't want to live in the shadows of his pain and misery. He didn't want to go back. Never.

He changed his alignment over time, from neutral, to evil.

Any other details:

[Aalai]

He seems a little young for that history . . but eh

Excellent profile.

Approved~