Braxxion Freyaydark

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Braxxion Freyaydark
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: Biwibob
  • Nicknames: None
  • Race: Feline
  • Class: Bard
  • Alignment: Undecided True Neutral
  • Age: 26
  • Height: 5'5"
  • Weight: 175
  • Hair: Burnt orange
  • Eyes: Royal Blue
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Relationship Status: None
  • Personality: He's a very happy man that doesnt get depressed by much anymore.
  • Mannerisms: He is always telling stories about things he's heard or done in his life.
  • Likes: Alcohol, stories, music, juggling, talking to other sentient creatures.
  • Dislikes: His father, the idea of never being a bard again, when his stuff is taken or lost.

• Description

  Not a man afraid of the spotlight, everything about him shouting for illumination. He stood 5'5” with a physique just above average. He was an absurdly handsome man blessed with good genes and a smile that could charm the scales off a dragon. Dark fur, and even darker hair contrasted the boldness of his outfit. White, red and a bit of gold wove together in an outfit fit for a noble; elegant embroidering, thick materials, leather gloves, a wide-brimmed hat with a red feather and a long cape with the image of a phoenix. Uniquely designed, his clothes contained hidden sheathes, and a collection of knives. Two 4 inch blades on his forearms, three 6 inch blades at his hips and two 8 inch blades at his hips. The etched daggers almost blending into his clothes.

• Biography

  Braxxion actually comes from a noble family; an incredibly small house with no real swing of influence beyond the small farm that it had once owned. As a child, always getting into trouble for his constant exaggerations of the truth. He was not a happy childhood until one day, a bard told him the secret of a good story. Lies. Eager to try and put his skills to the test, he went to the local bars and taverns to tell as glorious a lie as he could tell to the gathering crowds...it didn't take him too long to realize how good he was at it, or to understand how much he enjoyed it. Disobeying his father many times, Braxxion spent a great deal of his time crafting his skills as a bard until one day he fled his house (after taking his favorite pattern of clothes, and set of throwing knives. ) Little did he know, of course, that being the only heir to the seat at his family's house, with his departure from his house...he essentially destroyed what small bit of nobleness that his family name had.