Post by marco on Mar 27, 2020 1:51:13 GMT -5
< Dax Grimsley >
Other Names:– N/A
Epithet:– The White Bolt
Height:–7' 4"
Build:–Large built, slim but muscular , scars running deep across his back and up his arms
Age:–26
Gender:–Male
Race:–Mink - Rabbit
Occupation:–Fighter
Bounty/Rank:–
Total X-Poinz:– 300
Used X-Poinz:–100
Personality
--Dax is a very laid back individual. At first glance, he looks like someone who wouldn’t mind stepping out for a brutal fight, but at his heart he is a gentle soul these days, He tries to think before speaking these days. ( When he isn’t drinking) and he tends to always have a bottle in his hand. He is very easy to go with the flow and is constantly searching for his meaning in life.
Appearance
- Dax is a tall slim built Mink. His legs are chiseled muscle from his feet to his hips and his upper torso is just as toned.
Traits
-- Rabbit Speed - With Dax's rabbit traits as a mink, his back legs are extremely strong and reinforced with muscle. This allows him to jump insane distances and heights as well as supplying him with an instant boost in speed at a moments notice.
-- Electro, an inherent ability which allows them to generate an electrical charge from their fur to empower their close combat attacks. Techniques that use Electro have their Rank increased by 1, with Electro itself being treated like an Aspect.
--Inhuman Strength, which represents their honed fighting power and might.
--Cold Resistance, which is a result of their fur protecting them from cold weather and freezing attacks.
--Heat Vulnerability, a negative Trait which represents their weakness to hot climates and heat and flame based attacks.
Fighting Styles
-- Blue Arc of the Rabbit [E]
Rank - E
Focus - Extremely swift yet powerful attacks unleashed in a very fluent style.
As a mink, Dax is gifted with the ability to control Electro. This style imbues the Electro of the mink style into the fists and legs of Dax. With every swift punch, he combined the Electro and unleashes it on impact. This style is mostly focused on using the strong leg muscles of Dax with eccentric and powerful kicks. This increases the impact damage and can cause paralysis.
Fighting Style:– Blue Arc of the Rabbit
Rank:– 1 [50xp]
Description:– Electro Burst: Dax uses the force of his powerful back legs to launch himself from where he stands in a blunt speed attack with a fist imbued with electro. This insanely quick attack can be used from any angle and is used as a quick attack to pick away at enemies or deliver one final blow.
Fighting Style:– Blue Arc of the Rabbit
Rank:– 1 [50xp]
Description:– Rabbit Electro Spring - Dax uses his exceptionally strong legs to launch an explosive over the head arc of a kick. This kick unleashes an explosion of electro upon impact. The crescent kick is imbued with electro and leaves a blue stream behind its blinding movement.
Equipment:
Fighting Style: Blue Arc of the Rabbit
Rank: 0
Description: Storm Gauntlets - These gauntlets are made of extremely hardened carbon steel and lines with a lovely conductor - copper. This allows Dax to channel his electro through this gloves to two circular protrusions on each fist that act as battery terminals for both impact and charge.
Background
Dax Grimsley had quite the rough life up to this point. Though, through all the tribulations and challenges, Dax continues to wander on with his head high and his hair in the wind. It all started on the island of Silia in the clear waters of the South Blue. Dax was born to a world renound swordsman who fully embraced the shusido busei style and was known through the Blues as the white tiger. Dax’s mother on the other hand had quite the opposite past. She was a navigator on a well known pirate that cruised and protected many of the islands in South Blue for years before hanging up his hat. Somehow, love set these two together and proved that polar opposites do attract sometimes. Dax was raised under harsh discipline from his father at the dojo while embracing the pirates mantra at home with his mother. The balance was great for a young kid growing up in such a rough world. Luckily, the island of Silia was located on the perimeter of the South Blue and was very rarely visited by pirates or those looking for trouble. Of course, the day had to come when this dream came to a halt and everyone on the island would have to wake up to the harsh reality of the times.
Dax was 16 at the time of the incident. He had taken over the role as the second to his father at the dojo and had lived by the sword his entire life up to this point. His discipline was impeccable at the dojo and his focus on par with even the most seasoned students of his father. The way of the samurai was a way of life for Dax that resonated very hard with the other half of his life - the freedom that his mom permitted. The samurai way fixed with this care-free thinking allowed Dax to transcend most mental blockades and elevate to a way of living that afforded him no worries or anxieties. This had all come from the culmination of years of hard work and dedication to this way of life. Both his parents were truly proud of him as his strength continually grew by the day, both physically and mentally. None of this would matter on this fateful day. It was early - 3am on a brisk morning. The dew was fresh on the tropical banana leaves of the local forest. A hard shake took the island by surprise. Dax’s eye cracked with an unbalanced mindset, not quite sure of what happened. It was followed by another explosion followed by a barrage of explosions that shook the island like a violent earthquake. Before Dax could even let out a cry of help to his parents, a black bag was tarped over his head followed by the blunt smack of an oak handled flintlock. His mild pulled and pushed, back and forth, in and out of consciousness as he felt his limp body being dragged through the shaking halls of the house. That’s when Dax heard it. The familiar scream of his mother pierced the air, promptly followed by the explosion of a flintlock. Silence. Then the roar of Marco’s father illuminated the house with a truly intimidating aura. Dax heard the noise of an intense struggle as bodies could be heard hitting the hard wood limp. Dax’s father was no push over but his fists could only do so much against the ways of a pistol. A barrage of flintlocks unleashed hell for a good 20 seconds before the sounds came to a halt. Dax knew what this meant, his eyes closing with remorse and anger that could never be explained through words. His consciousness faded out as rage and despair took him into the depths of the darkness.
Skip to 4 years down the road. A swish shing of metal can be heard, resonating through the rotting structure that resembled an arena. Silence before an eruption of screams and cheers lit up the dated venue. A roaring crowd of pirates and degenerates littered the rotting stands. In the middle was an octagonal arena surrounded by a metal fence and barbed wire. In the ring stood a young looking samurai, his jet black hair tied up in a ponytail and his posture firm and unforgiving. He stood, his hand on the hilt of his katana, the limp and lifeless body of another young man laid on the ground before him. Dax endured much on through the past 4 years. After being taken by human traffickers, he was sold to an underground fighting market where the rich and poor betted on the results of these fights. Dax had endured it for 4 harsh years, having slayed countless innocent pirates and loners alike. Many times, Dax would recognize Marines in the higher up boxes - a true sign of the corrupt government. His skills were never meant to chop down the innocent and it was something Dax would imbue in his mind, polishing his skills despite the harsh circumstances.
It was only 6 years later that Dax would refine his skills to a point where he was able to overrun the corrupt underground fighting market that kept him captive and fighting for 10 years. He sent each of his “owners” to a special place, slicing their souls clean from their bodies. Dax was done with violence, he had seen and taken enough life and death for 100 men’s life times. This would never stop Dax from practicing the way of the samurai but his priorities were elsewhere now. He was on the search for some purpose to his bloodsoaked tragedy of a life.
