Jak (Neutral)

[[[ jak ]]]

Full Name: Jak Rodkinsson (has forsaken father's name, goes only by Jak)

Other name: none

Race: Human

Side: Neutral

Birthplace: Faymere (village north of Toark River, next to the Spine)

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Birthday: October 28

Eyes: dark green

Hair: dark shade of brown to the point of being almost black, unkempt, loosely brushed out of eyes

Weight: 135 lbs

Height: 6'0"

Magic User: has the potential to, but lacks the necessary training and knowledge

Preferred Weapon(s): none -- uses whatever he can find

Appearance: Although Jak is only fifteen -- no longer a boy but not quite a man yet -- he appears to be a bit older, often being mistaken for a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old. This is mostly due to his height -- a solid six feet -- which has him standing eye-to-eye with many adult men, and his facial features, which are lean and distrusting engendered from a life of difficulty and mistreatment.

In relation to his height, Jak is really not that big. His weight tends to fluctuate, but always hovers near the one hundred and thirty-five pound mark. While this weight may bring bulk for a shorter man, it grants Jak a more wiry frame, with little to no fat and only a small amount of muscle on his torso and legs. If his physique were to be summed up in only a few words, he would be said to have a runner's body: thin and fast, and lacking really any extra weight.

Jak's hair has grown longer and thicker than most boys of his age would allow theirs to, and although his physical appearance is of no great importance to him, he is rather fond of his dark locks. The fringe is long enough to cover his eyes, although it is always brushed carelessly off to the right so that he can see. It covers the majority of his ears and hangs past the middle of his neck, where it flares out to the sides. Although he cannot always stay on top of it, Jak likes to wash it as close to regularly as he can, even if it just means finding a stream and dunking his head in. And since he can't afford soaps, that usually is the extent of his grooming.

When people look at his eyes, they are generally split and indecisive on their color. Some would say that they are hazel, while others might label them as brown. The most accurate description, however, would be a dark shade of green, as they appear to be that shade in most lighting and Jak himself has chosen to call them that color. If one looks closely, a dark blue ring is also visible around the primary green, although it is rather hard to see when in the wrong lighting.

As for clothing, Jak has never been able to purchase nice apparel, and since wearing stolen items where the original owner might see them is a foolish mistake, he has been forced to either patch together clothes or scavenge for discarded articles that are still fit for wear. His wardrobe grants him a very ragged atmosphere, and it certainly reflects the rough and impoverished lifestyle he has been forced to endure since birth.

Numerous scars are scattered across his body, although most of them aren't very big and he can cover most of them fairly easily with his clothing. But this is not to say that he is ashamed of them; rather, he wears them as trophies of his survival through abuse and poverty, and while he is not one to prance about showing them off, he makes no real effort to hide them.

Since becoming bonded to Frostbite, Jak has developed the gedwey ignasia on his left palm. Its position allows him to effectively use magic during combat, by holding his weapon in his dominant right hand while casting spells with his left.

Likes: wilderness, any creature besides humans, being left alone

Dislikes: people, being stared at, being asked too many questions, being proven wrong, being unable to come up with a solution to any given problem

Strengths: naturally intelligent despite having no formal education, good at running, agile, willing to learn, active conscience, tries to look to the positive side of things

Weakness: cannot follow orders or cooperate with others, cynical, sarcastic, impatient

Family: Rodkin (father), Karliah (mother, deceased)


Not-So-Brief History: A few miles north of the Toark River, nestled within the shadows of the Spine's massive outline, lies the tiny village of Faymere. It's a secluded and quiet place, unknown to almost every outsider and not even appearing on most maps. This little collection of cottages has only the faintest knowledge of the Empire that they live in and the war that rages on all around them, and as such, they have taken no position in the conflict. But this neural stance is good enough for all of the hundred or so residents, and thus, life goes on modestly.

Fifteen years ago, a new villager was born within Faymere. The parents were known to foster an unsteady relationship, as the man, Rodkin, had a severe drinking and anger-management problem, and he was known to abuse his wife, Karliah, on a regular basis. But while he did not treat her well, Rodkin relied heavily upon his wife, for he had no occupation but she made a small living working as an assistant for the local healer.

But when their son was brought forth into the world, complications made Karliah fall ill, and within a few days she was dead. With their meager income suddenly cut off and Rodkin's alcoholism hitting a spike, the man and his newborn child were plunged into deep poverty.

For a few years, the child, Jak, was unaware of the desperate status of their living condition. But as he grew older, he could see how the other children pointed and laughed at him and his father, at how the other villagers lived in actual houses rather than an abandoned old shack. But as he reached the conclusion that they really were poor, his father took up a new position on their poverty.

It was incredibly low, but Rodkin decided that he would blame the five-year-old he was tasked with raising for the death of Karliah and, ultimately, their impoverished state. Whenever he got drunk -- which was rather often -- he would work himself into a blind rage and beat his son savagely, sometimes to the point of unconsciousness. His actions seemed justified in his head, almost as if he were avenging the death of his wife by making their son's life as miserable as possible.

Naturally, Jak would have grown up one of two ways: timid and cowardly or resentful and bitter. He went down the second path, and knew no kindness as he slowly advanced into his teenage years. Perhaps if someone -- anyone -- had shown him a shred of empathy or pity, he would have handled his difficult life more effectively. But instead, he took up some bad habits of his own.

Although his conscience bothered him during the execution of his first few crimes, Jak learned to dismiss its nagging by convincing himself that his actions were necessary for his own survival. Rodkin could never be expected to bring food back to their home, so Jak swiped his meals from the local tavern. His clothing was ragged and old, so when he desperately needed a change in his wardrobe, he was willing to slink into a neighbor's house to help himself to a pair of shoes or cloth to be sewn together into a patchwork tunic. His entire well-being depended upon theft.

But that still did not help with his father's abuse or the taunts of the other villagers. Jak dreamed of one day fleeing the village and forging a new life in some other province, but since he lacked the funds and age necessary to pursue those aspirations, he settled for short trips to the nearby mountains of the Spine. While the cliffs and forests may have been terrifying to others, Jak found that they were his only refuge from pain and depression. If he had known how, he would have remained in their shadows for the rest of his days.

When Jak was fifteen years old -- no longer a boy but not quite yet a man -- he began to extend his visits to the Spine by several days, to the point that Faymere was barely his home anymore, serving only as a source of food and clothing. But during one trip, he decided to venture a little bit away from his usual camping spot. What he found in a nearby clearing changed his life forever...





Dragon Bio
Name: Frostbite
Age: a few months
Physical description: Frostbite is a large dragon considering his age, although he is rather lean, almost a bit like Jak's physique but with a bit more muscle. This frame allows him to perform intricate aerial acrobatics and maneuvers, but is still bulky enough to hold up in a melee fight. His scales are a blue-white shade. Their sparkle and color are reminiscent of frost, hence his name.
Where they hatched: the Spine
Personality: The warm and calm temperament of this dragon balances out evenly with his Rider's confrontational and aloof demeanor, and Frostbite often acts as Jak's voice of reason. He's a gentle and understanding creature, and does not normally aim to fight. However, when he does get worked into a rage, he's a vicious and terrifying battler. Normally, he can only be provoked into such a rage when it's necessary or when Jak or anyone else that Frostbite cares about is in danger.

On that note, it is important to mention that there is nothing in the world that matters more to Frostbite than Jak. Almost everything he does is in his Rider's best interest, and he'll do anything that Jak asks him to do within reason. This devotion engenders a high level of protectiveness as well, and whenever Jak is in a dangerous situation and finds that he cannot easily handle it on his own, Frostbite will always be prepared to leap forth and defend his Rider.


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[Rhaxta]

I like, very much. Love the new approach, and that he is still so young.
The character build is creative yet not too 'out there'. Very realisitic. Will be interesting to see whath e makes of his dragon..

Accepted!