[Bio] Dax Morgan

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Goldmonger wrote:

Dax Morgan

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Basic Character Information

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Starting Bonus: Tough Guy. | [Starting Bonus Roll]

First Name: Dax
Middle Name/Initial:
Last Name: Morgan
Epithet: "Goldmonger"
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Pirate
Profession: Treasure Hunter - True to his avaricious nature, Dax has an affinity for shiny things and that is not excluded from his profession. He spends his days hunting legends of rare treasures, relishing the gold almost as much as the beasts and traps that protect them. The adventure is worth just as much as the treasure to him, the thrill of death and survival giving him an almost calming sense, a nirvana.

Cook - Orphaned as a boy, Dax was picked up along the road half beaten and starved by a food cart owner that tailed along after a circus train. From there, the food cart owner raised him as his own, having taught him everything that he knew about the craft. Even after he struck out on his own, Dax still retained a fondness for the culinary arts, adding abit here and there wherever he drifted.

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Physical Appearance

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Height: 6'3''
Weight: 210 pounds

Hair Style: High fade w/dreaded top
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: blue
Scars: three scratches over his left eye
Clothing and Accessories: Dax wears plain black clamdigger pants held up by golden bands, along with a sleeveless leather coat with fur trim and collar. Golden accents and trinkets adorn his body, face, and hair, including a crowned skull belt buckle and several facial piercings, and non-facial piercings. He keeps the sides of his head shaved with a high fade with messy dreads on top and sports a constant I don’t care to shave stubble beard. Dax tends to only wear shoes when required, and even then its hit or miss if he actually wears them. His favorite jacket once belonged to the man that raised, though it is now a shadow of its former self. The tattered brown leather jacket had long ago lost its sleeves and the fur along the collar was dirtied and blood stained. But to Dax, it was the only thing that he had left to remember the kind old man outside of his memories.

Description: Tall with an athletic build, Dax is a physically imposing individual. He generally wears a half drunken smirk on his face until someone is unlucky enough to draw his ire.

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The Past

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Main Traits:
Arrogant - The fine line of confidence and cockiness has long since been crossed with Dax. Half cocked and impulsive, he tends to end up on the wrong side of someone's anger quite often. Though, his entire life he has been gifted with natural athleticism and size, rarely coming across a true foe that could topple him in the small towns the circus passed through. This attitude also leads to him trash talking his opponents loudly and often.

Greedy - Dax's avaricious nature is the driving force behind his entire life and nothing fascinates or enthralls him more than gold. Growing up as an orphan and then as a poor groupie to a backwards hicktown circus were not exactly lucrative ventures for the young lad. He saw the patrons who came to the big top, the money and the smiles they all brought with them every time. In his eyes, the reason they were all so happy was the seemingly endless amount of gold that flowed from their pockets. Imprinting at a young age that gold equals happiness.

Obsessive - Once Dax has his eyes on the prize, there is very little that can stop him. Like a beast hunting its prey, once the pirate catches the scent of gold, it becomes a fixation that cannot be cured until he hunts it down. The same thing can be said for anything the young man wants, he will stop at nothing until it is his.

Brash - Loud, informal and rude, Dax is a straight shooter when he speaks. He doesn’t beat around the push and prefers to get straight to the point. This shows up quite often when speaking to those in positions of authority or royalty, as he has large disdain for both.

Likes:Alcohol, Women, Treasure, Fighting, Animals, Cooking, Naps, Gold, Adventure
Dislikes:Rules, Marines, Crying, People who don’t like his cooking, Weaklings , Shoes
Unique laugh: "Bwahahahahaha"

Hometown: The only thing Dax remembers from his childhood is the roads, for as far back he can think all he has ever known is the roads. Before the old man and after, it's always been this road or that road, this ship or that ship, but no single town ever stuck out. Sure he had memories of the places he had been, some good some bad, but none of them were home. He had heard the stories a thousand times from his old man, where he was found, when, and the condition he was in. But somewhere along the way, Dax stopped listening to them and even more so, he stopped remembering them. Instead, the thrill of adventure and the wonder of new lands became his home, the open road and sea had turned into his backyard and the plants and animals that lived in them his neighbors.

Personality:

In Combat - Savage and almost beast like, Dax attacks his prey with well-aimed and powerful strikes to critical areas of the body. Similar to a predator in the wild, he aims for the throat and limbs, intending to incapacitate movement as quickly as possible. All the while running his obnoxious mouth as he tears his opponents limb from limb. A particular bad habit of his is exposing himself to unnecessary danger to heighten the thrill of the battle. Though he has little honorable qualities, Dax respects nothing more than a worthy opponent who gives their all in a fight.

Out of Combat - Dax commands the room when he enters, his athletic frame, good looks, and obnoxious demeanor immediately draw attention to himself; not to mention the large amount of gold he wears on or in him at any given time. He loves to drink and have fun, making light of most situations and poking fun at others expense. He loves to cook for people and will spend his nights secretly feeding the orphans in the towns he passes through, though he will adamantly deny it. He spends most of his free time napping or drinking and is quite fond of making friends with animals.

History: