Post by Kazgrax on Jun 8, 2010 4:43:06 GMT -5
Name: Kazgrax
Age: 26
Race: Fel'asar
Occupation: Mercenary/Scavenger
Birthplace: Dirge, Sideris
Family: Unknown/unimportant
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140-150lbs
Hair: Coppery blonde and unruly
Eyes: Pale blue almost silver
Skin: Tanned
Appearance: Kaz is your typical ruffian, or at least he fits the caricature of one. Lean, hard body muscled and scarred from years of a forced survival away from the laws and holds of society, the man has a consistent roughened look. His curly copper hair and matching 5 o'clock shadow gives the sensual face a grainy, haggard filter offset by soft doe eyes and a fringe of long golden lashes. The nose is crooked and almost out of place in the otherwise symmetrical face, broken one too many times and not bothered to be set properly. A generous mouth perhaps a bit too large is capable of a wide variety of emotion, from overly cruel to sickeningly empathetic. A pair of small black ram-like horns curl out from behind his ears, accompanied by sharp unnatural incisors, the only distinguishable Fel'asar traits.
Scars pepper the muscled body like freckles, most gained in foolish adventures originating in bars or clumsy mishaps elaborated into stories of war and dangerous hand to hand combat. A thin, pale line vertically under the right eye from a knife fight suddenly made all to real, a rehash of crosses decorating the left forearm from the same night as a beer bottle broke on contact with his ulna. Jagged tears mar one smooth thigh from where Kaz was attacked and made chew toy to a feral dog as a child, both hands are similarly marred from the animals insistent jaws as he tried to pry it away. In the left shoulder, dangerously close to the vital organs sheltered by the sternum lies a small circular scar from where a bullet passed straight through, in one side and out the other, needless to say he was extremely lucky.
Clothed in a mismatch of stolen leather looted off of corpses either found or procured by his hand, Kaz is generally seen in a formal white shirt open at the collar and rolled up to the elbows, dark brown pants and soft black boots. After an encounter with a revolver however, he has taken to wearing a tan leather vest for extra protection and matching chaps similar to what a cowboy would wear. His appearance is somewhat ridiculous and chaotic, not taking much care in what others may view him as, the mercenary is more concerned with what offers the best protection without hindering his movements. Gloves cover the scars on both his hands, used more to hide the small insecurity than anything.
Personality: Raised in the strict confines of an Orphanage in Sideris, Kaz developed a natural dislike towards structure, authority and organized religion. He was constantly involved in scuffles from the earliest of ages which soon progressed into full on hostility and unchecked aggression. The need to fight became stronger then any addiction he had previously acquired and became engraved into the boys very framework. There is no soft heart of gold beneath the arrogant scorn and blatant dislike the mercenary exerts in social interactions. Unlike many of his brethren, Kaz is no silver tongued charmer, it seems every time he opens his mouth only venomous insults and threats are muttered.
Competitive and selfish, a green envy and greed is nearly visible behind the mercury grey eyes. Always look out for number one, no one else matters, hell no one else exists. If the job benefits Kaz, which in most cases it always does, then the mercenary will be there with grubby gold snatching hands, ready. Despite this incessant quest for more material gain, more wealth, more everything, Kaz is terrible with budgeting money. One would expect the man to be miserly and covet his treasures alone in some secret vault, in reality all the profit gained is usually wasted on cheap whores and good food, maybe a new piece of gear if he is feeling responsible.
Sadly the moral compass is a bit screwy with this one. In his line of work it is common to see the heartless enigmatic bastards who take life easily and in some cases happily. Kaz is a mixture of both. He appears to have little to no regard for the price on human or otherwise life, snuffing it out with little more than a thought. If anything he views the world infested with disgusting, selfish assholes like himself and thinks of it as doing a favor. Whether he believes in any superior being behind their existence is a puzzle unto himself, pushed back into the farthest recesses of his mind. Religion is just a disgusting way to control the masses, an excuse for all the horrible actions done in a life time that you're too cowardly to own up to. How is he any different? Kaz doesn't try to be a good guy, all the heroes are dead.
Quirks:
-Is attracted to shiny bobbles such as jewelery and watches. Collects them in a pouch as trophies.
-Self conscious about his smaller stature and feminine features.
-Favorite color is blue.
-Likes flowers.
-Holds his alcohol very well thanks to years of abusing the substance.
-Has an addictive personality.
-Likes cats, or generally felines of any nature.
-Very competitive.
History: Born to an Orphanage run by priests in the capital Dirge of Sideris, Kaz grew up without the comfort of any parents. He was different from the other children because of his horns and unnaturally sharp teeth, it was made pretty obvious he was a Fel'asar and not human. They teased him as was customary for kids at that age, the ridicule both worked to toughen and weaken the sad little boy. He fought back mercilessly, until eventually the others drew away from him, threatened and frightened by his unchecked violence. He rejected their teachings and made himself look like a complete monster when couples looking to adopt requested to see him, ensuring the one constant in his life no matter how miserable it was.
It wasn't until one fateful meeting with a young girl in the middle of a crowded street that Kaz got the idea that there was something better out there, something more then the orphanage and the dirty alleyways of Dirge. She was looking for her kitten, Kaz new it was forbidden to interact with the higher tiers of society without supervision, and a girl too. Oh the priests would be furious. He helped her find the kitten, secretly delighting in her company and the small defenseless creature he rescued in a daring attempt by climbing the largest tree he had ever seen. She rewarded him with a little blue flower he kept safe in the pages of a discarded text book for many years until one of the other boys discovered it and ripped the fragile gift to shreds.
Furious he leapt on the boy, attacking viscously until the other children ran for help. It was the last straw and he was thrown out onto the streets, thirteen years old and bitter at the world. For a couple years he survived by stealing, doing odd jobs here and there until he looked old enough to sneak into the taverns and bars. It was there he really learned how to be a "man" gambling away the pitiful savings he did have, sometimes hitting it big and most others sinking to an all time low. By the time Kaz was eighteen he was way over his head. Drowning in debt and on the run from thugs looking to get their money back, he escaped the city and blundered into The Grey Wastes. In the ruins of an abandoned neighborhood he made his temporary home, a hideaway, a sanctuary, a nightmare.
Once he found a dead scavenger, body torn and mutilated by the viscous monsters of this new paradise. Luckily the beasts had no interest in the corpses gear, leaving a worn rifle and a pouch of bullets for Kaz to loot eagerly. No stranger to both armed and unarmed conflict, this was something entirely different and he had to figure it out. Equipped with the beginnings of an arsenal, the youth came across a foolish man and a caravan, struggling to cross the Wastelands that had become his home. Tempted to murder the trader and steal his cargo, Kaz was convinced otherwise to protect him and kill any threats as they passed through, in return the man would pay him generously. Suspicious but curious, Kaz accepted. Impressed the man paid him at the end of the trip and recommended his name to other merchants. In a few years time he had started an underground network of clients, it was to him people came for the dirtiest, most cruel and inhumane jobs. Everyone knew there wasn't anything Kaz wouldn't do with the right kind of motivation.
Age: 26
Race: Fel'asar
Occupation: Mercenary/Scavenger
Birthplace: Dirge, Sideris
Family: Unknown/unimportant
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140-150lbs
Hair: Coppery blonde and unruly
Eyes: Pale blue almost silver
Skin: Tanned
Appearance: Kaz is your typical ruffian, or at least he fits the caricature of one. Lean, hard body muscled and scarred from years of a forced survival away from the laws and holds of society, the man has a consistent roughened look. His curly copper hair and matching 5 o'clock shadow gives the sensual face a grainy, haggard filter offset by soft doe eyes and a fringe of long golden lashes. The nose is crooked and almost out of place in the otherwise symmetrical face, broken one too many times and not bothered to be set properly. A generous mouth perhaps a bit too large is capable of a wide variety of emotion, from overly cruel to sickeningly empathetic. A pair of small black ram-like horns curl out from behind his ears, accompanied by sharp unnatural incisors, the only distinguishable Fel'asar traits.
Scars pepper the muscled body like freckles, most gained in foolish adventures originating in bars or clumsy mishaps elaborated into stories of war and dangerous hand to hand combat. A thin, pale line vertically under the right eye from a knife fight suddenly made all to real, a rehash of crosses decorating the left forearm from the same night as a beer bottle broke on contact with his ulna. Jagged tears mar one smooth thigh from where Kaz was attacked and made chew toy to a feral dog as a child, both hands are similarly marred from the animals insistent jaws as he tried to pry it away. In the left shoulder, dangerously close to the vital organs sheltered by the sternum lies a small circular scar from where a bullet passed straight through, in one side and out the other, needless to say he was extremely lucky.
Clothed in a mismatch of stolen leather looted off of corpses either found or procured by his hand, Kaz is generally seen in a formal white shirt open at the collar and rolled up to the elbows, dark brown pants and soft black boots. After an encounter with a revolver however, he has taken to wearing a tan leather vest for extra protection and matching chaps similar to what a cowboy would wear. His appearance is somewhat ridiculous and chaotic, not taking much care in what others may view him as, the mercenary is more concerned with what offers the best protection without hindering his movements. Gloves cover the scars on both his hands, used more to hide the small insecurity than anything.
Personality: Raised in the strict confines of an Orphanage in Sideris, Kaz developed a natural dislike towards structure, authority and organized religion. He was constantly involved in scuffles from the earliest of ages which soon progressed into full on hostility and unchecked aggression. The need to fight became stronger then any addiction he had previously acquired and became engraved into the boys very framework. There is no soft heart of gold beneath the arrogant scorn and blatant dislike the mercenary exerts in social interactions. Unlike many of his brethren, Kaz is no silver tongued charmer, it seems every time he opens his mouth only venomous insults and threats are muttered.
Competitive and selfish, a green envy and greed is nearly visible behind the mercury grey eyes. Always look out for number one, no one else matters, hell no one else exists. If the job benefits Kaz, which in most cases it always does, then the mercenary will be there with grubby gold snatching hands, ready. Despite this incessant quest for more material gain, more wealth, more everything, Kaz is terrible with budgeting money. One would expect the man to be miserly and covet his treasures alone in some secret vault, in reality all the profit gained is usually wasted on cheap whores and good food, maybe a new piece of gear if he is feeling responsible.
Sadly the moral compass is a bit screwy with this one. In his line of work it is common to see the heartless enigmatic bastards who take life easily and in some cases happily. Kaz is a mixture of both. He appears to have little to no regard for the price on human or otherwise life, snuffing it out with little more than a thought. If anything he views the world infested with disgusting, selfish assholes like himself and thinks of it as doing a favor. Whether he believes in any superior being behind their existence is a puzzle unto himself, pushed back into the farthest recesses of his mind. Religion is just a disgusting way to control the masses, an excuse for all the horrible actions done in a life time that you're too cowardly to own up to. How is he any different? Kaz doesn't try to be a good guy, all the heroes are dead.
Quirks:
-Is attracted to shiny bobbles such as jewelery and watches. Collects them in a pouch as trophies.
-Self conscious about his smaller stature and feminine features.
-Favorite color is blue.
-Likes flowers.
-Holds his alcohol very well thanks to years of abusing the substance.
-Has an addictive personality.
-Likes cats, or generally felines of any nature.
-Very competitive.
History: Born to an Orphanage run by priests in the capital Dirge of Sideris, Kaz grew up without the comfort of any parents. He was different from the other children because of his horns and unnaturally sharp teeth, it was made pretty obvious he was a Fel'asar and not human. They teased him as was customary for kids at that age, the ridicule both worked to toughen and weaken the sad little boy. He fought back mercilessly, until eventually the others drew away from him, threatened and frightened by his unchecked violence. He rejected their teachings and made himself look like a complete monster when couples looking to adopt requested to see him, ensuring the one constant in his life no matter how miserable it was.
It wasn't until one fateful meeting with a young girl in the middle of a crowded street that Kaz got the idea that there was something better out there, something more then the orphanage and the dirty alleyways of Dirge. She was looking for her kitten, Kaz new it was forbidden to interact with the higher tiers of society without supervision, and a girl too. Oh the priests would be furious. He helped her find the kitten, secretly delighting in her company and the small defenseless creature he rescued in a daring attempt by climbing the largest tree he had ever seen. She rewarded him with a little blue flower he kept safe in the pages of a discarded text book for many years until one of the other boys discovered it and ripped the fragile gift to shreds.
Furious he leapt on the boy, attacking viscously until the other children ran for help. It was the last straw and he was thrown out onto the streets, thirteen years old and bitter at the world. For a couple years he survived by stealing, doing odd jobs here and there until he looked old enough to sneak into the taverns and bars. It was there he really learned how to be a "man" gambling away the pitiful savings he did have, sometimes hitting it big and most others sinking to an all time low. By the time Kaz was eighteen he was way over his head. Drowning in debt and on the run from thugs looking to get their money back, he escaped the city and blundered into The Grey Wastes. In the ruins of an abandoned neighborhood he made his temporary home, a hideaway, a sanctuary, a nightmare.
Once he found a dead scavenger, body torn and mutilated by the viscous monsters of this new paradise. Luckily the beasts had no interest in the corpses gear, leaving a worn rifle and a pouch of bullets for Kaz to loot eagerly. No stranger to both armed and unarmed conflict, this was something entirely different and he had to figure it out. Equipped with the beginnings of an arsenal, the youth came across a foolish man and a caravan, struggling to cross the Wastelands that had become his home. Tempted to murder the trader and steal his cargo, Kaz was convinced otherwise to protect him and kill any threats as they passed through, in return the man would pay him generously. Suspicious but curious, Kaz accepted. Impressed the man paid him at the end of the trip and recommended his name to other merchants. In a few years time he had started an underground network of clients, it was to him people came for the dirtiest, most cruel and inhumane jobs. Everyone knew there wasn't anything Kaz wouldn't do with the right kind of motivation.
