Jacken G'ladheon

Name: Jacken G'ladheon.


Age: 226. (appears around twenty two)



Gender: Male.


Height : 6 ft 6 inches.


Race: Three toed sloth Animen.



Deity: None religious.



Faction: Vanguard (wishes to join Shadar).



Rank/Occupation: Assassin/bounty hunter.



Dragon: Varadgrim.



Family: Mother: Vethius G'ladheon. (deceased)
Father: Hadriax El Fex. (Unknown)
Siblings: Alton El Fex. (Unknown)




Physical Appearance: Slender yet muscular torso with broad shoulders, toned arms with large sturdy hands, lengthy legs
with powerful clawed feet, stern angular face with soft but penetrating eyes.




Personality:

++ Independent ++ Sly/intelligent ++ Kindly ++ courageous ++ good listener ++ quiet ++ confidant++ Patient ++
-- Headstrong -- Lonely -- Quick tongued -- longing--



Equipment:

Large finger-less leather gloves: steel plated knuckles with studded knuckle guards.

Armor: None.

Claws: Sturdy claws situated on feet, if needed he can give a devastating kick backed up by puncturing claws.



Accessories:

His utility belt, this piece of equipment is vital to him as it holds with tools of his trade such as poison(s), a blow dart with needles and money.
His greatcoat, this thick large hooded coat trailing to the can be seen worn by Jacken whilst he is out on missions or simply for warmth, it is dark grey in colour with a black iridescent inner lining that seems to meld with the colour closest to the murk of its background.



History:

Jacken was born to the wilds of Lhuin. His father spent his young life bringing up both Jacken and Alton for there mother had passed from illness when the boys where but babes, Jacken grew into a fine young man learning well from his father about the ways of the forest, the secrets of the trees and the importance of the creatures and plants around him.
His brother on the other hand was of a different nature, he cared not for the forest nor it's people he sought only power and the favor of his father who spent more time with jacken than he did Alton, he grew sour and hateful toward his brother to the point he wished him gone.
He had soon devised a plan to remove Jacken from his life and swiftly took action, it not only worked but guided his father to distrust Jacken and wish him gone.
Jacken left at the age of ninety a young boy who had been outcast wrongly and without fair judgement.

Young jacken found himself lost and lonely in the heart of the ocean of gargantuan trees that loomed over him blocking out the star laden sky from vision. while stumbling blindly through the leaf litter and shrubbery on the forest floor he gazed longingly at the sky wishing for the trees to part for without the stars he could not navigate or know where he was headed.
While occupied by his hopeful stare he hadn't noticed the sudden drop in front of him, he went hurtling down a rugged trench in the ground eventually landing rather brutally on a pile of dirt and stone shards, he rubbed the pain away from his head his eyes blurring, he squinted through the darkness at a glint of green, cautiously he reached forward to touch the rough and notched surface of what he though to be a rare stone, once he had heaved it from the leaf litter and rubble it was clear, this was one of the legendary dragon eggs of old. His eyes grew wide in astonishment before tucking the rough dragon egg into his satchel, he climbed from the trench to find the trees above the crater were parted, he read set his destination and headed to the jagged teeth mountains.

Now a young man accompanied by a rather boisterous and spirited flightless dragon by the name of Varadgrim. it had been years since joining the Vanguard of the jagged teeth mountains and during that time he had acquired the occupation of an assassin, his ease with moving silently through most terrain made him desirable for the job, along with Varadgrim who could not be used for flight had a rather uncanny skill of moving quickly and silently through natural terrain his almost chameleon-like skin made it easy for him to go unnoticed and his silent feet made his movement soft but quick as he snuck up on the target.





Interesting Extra Info:

Cannot sleep unless Varadgrim is close by.
is an excellent dancer.




Relationships:

Close friend: Varadgrim.
Flushed feelings: Javelin Lockewood.
Lover: TBA.
Spouse: TBA.
Ex Lover: Ereal Verano.



Roleplay Example:
Damp dark and slimy were the trees the lined the edges of the rugged road.
Rain fell hard onto the slippery Branches of forest sending spray up against his sodden clothes. Gracefully tittering on a damp branch crouched a soaked figure gazing out over the lonely path, acid orbs squinted in the low light.
Catching a glimpse of movement he lent back against the trunk of the tree, metal guarded gloves clutching his blow-dart and needle tipped with poison from his dragon Varadgrim hidden beneath his greatcoat. A cart approached from the left of the road a drenched mountain elf at the rains, he rode alone his cart filled with precious and stolen objects, this was his target and unknown to the wood elf he was soon to be laying helplessly on the roadside.
Slowly Jacken brought the blow-dart to his lips, he loaded the poison tipped needle and with a sharp and silent breath the deadly fleck of metal met with the wood elf's neck. startled he fell to the side spooking his horse, he tried to take control of the reins but found his movements lagging and his sense of depth perception failing, he felt a sudden spin take over his head as he fell from the cart, his head collided with the hard dirt life faded from his eyes.

Convinced his target had been eliminated he had dropped from his hiding place greatcoat flaring as he strode toward the cart, he gave the horse a reassuring rub on the nose to calm it before walking over to the dead wood elf that lay limply in the dirt. Jacken knelt down grabbing the body by the arm and leg, he swung it over his shoulders then opening the cart door he flung the tyrannous corpse into the pile of his own stolen loot.

With a grin from under the hood of his greatcoat jacken signaled to Varadgrim who lay silently camouflaged at the base of a nearby tree, the six legged dragon slunk from the brush to pull up along side the cart. Jacken took up the reins of the cart with varadgrim taking guard at the back of the cart, they rode back the way the target had come, "I can see a hefty reward for this one Varad, we are gonna eat well for the next couple of months" varadgrim gave a happy yet sly tinted grin as they trudged in the rain to collect their much deserved reward.