Jasyn

[Jasyn]

Name: Jasyn 'Death Scythe' Kaiden
Age: 25 years old
Birthplace: Mossflower
Gender: Male
Species: fox
Job/Position: Mercenary
Physical Description:

Jasyn stands at a little over five feet tall, and he's extremely skinny. He pretty much looks like he was a normal fox that was put on a torture rack, to the tell the truth. His bones show underneath his fur, and his ribs are startling to see, if he ever lifts up his shirt.

This fox's coloration is mostly white, in fact. White paws, white ears, white face. The only break in the almost albino-ism are the black marks on his face. They turn a fox's white head, into a horned fox skull. His eyes are dead gray, his teeth are stained yellow, and his claws are pitch black. Frankly, he looks like death incarnate.

In his business, he loves to intimidate. To elaborate the death look, he has a specific outfit that helps. First, he wears a crimson tunic. It doesn't help much, but hey, it's his favorite shirt. Over that, of course, is something that looks like Death's iconic hooded robe. Black, of course. Jasyn wouldn't have it any other way.

Belongings:

Interesting, all things considering. It's a curved long-sword of about 3 feet on the blade. It's matte black with a silvered edge, and an extra edge a third down the spine. In lieu of a standard pommel, it has a chain of about 10 feet that terminates in a four pronged weight. The sheath is the most interesting. Instead of a 3 foot sheath, he has an 8 foot one. There's a notch in the head of the sheath, and implementing that; he can turn his sword-and-chain into a scythe-and-chain. Much better fitting death

Personality:

Cold, arrogant. He likes to uphold an aloof image; to portray his business attitude. He never raises his voice, and he has a trick where he just stares at you with his gray eyes. They appear to look into the soul when he does that. It helps him with negotiations. He doesn't like talking, and so traveling companions find themselves holding up a one-sided conversation.
Almost to counter-act that, his youth makes him arrogant. Sure, he's good at what he does; the only problem is that he knows it so well. He often thinks that mission assignments for him won't take to terribly long; and when they do, he finds someway to still boast about it. He overplays his skill, but not to much. He is good at what he does, after all. It's why he's lasted so long.

History:

Jasyn knew no love or affection. His parents lived on their own on the edge of the forest, and his face scared them that they gave him just enough to survive. When a juvenile Jasyn decided to leave, it was a relief to them. Resentment and loathing filled the young fox; and he didn't have enough sense to pay attention, or to hold any care. Consequently, he was stolen from an inland party of corsairs, who immediately bound him in chains and to their ship.
He ended up in an auction hall, and then under the service of a stoat master. Off to the far western isles he went, to act as servitor to someone who didn't deserve it.
Jasyn bided his time, watching the stoat's 'soldiers' practice. Bit by bit, he stole aspects of weaponry he liked. An old, rusted, chipped blade; a piece of tattered rope, and a mediocre spear. Late at night, he would practice each weapon with care; improving techniques he observed; and pushing himself. He was going to leave that place, and show the world who was Death.
Unfortunately, his plan didn't get implemented. A slave tattled on him to the overseer, and he was flogged, and left for dead. Half-comatose, he was put in a casket and set out to sea, with the words 'Useless brat. Good riddance.' hanging in his ears.
The makeshift boat managed to catch an east-bound current, and made it back to the shores of Mossflower in quick time. His casket broke upon a rock, and he came out of his comatose status. Delirious, malnourished, Jasyn staggered to the forest. Vermin bandits fled from him, seeing him as a member of the risen dead. Some of them actually comparing him to a previous member killed off.
The result was, he had a bucket of stew all for his own. He fed himself and regained thought. He decided to go with what he knew. He scared people, so why not make money off of that?
And so he began his job as a Mercenary, and now he's looking for work.

Code Words: CORRECT

[Tirael]

Very nicely done! I'm looking forward to seeing him around Mossflower.

Accepted.