Description

Personality

Personality: Jacaeix is quite social, generally lighthearted and friendly to anyone who gives him the same courtesy. He's loyal to the core if he respects the person and is willing to 'take one for team'--meaning, if he has to put himself in some danger as a distraction so the rest of the group can get away, he will, though only to a certain extent. He wouldn't give his life for too many people--only those for which he has the utmost respect. His sense of social inhibition is pretty limited, so few things embarrass him except for singing in front of people or reading out loud--the latter of which he hates because he constantly stumbles and is quite slow.

Jixo also doesn't often hold grudges--he realizes people do stupid things on occasion and as long as they attempt reconciliation, he will too. He loves to joke around and be a little wild sometimes but he's good at getting a job done when given a task. He tries not to judge too quickly and respect, in his eyes, is not something given, it's earned. He considers a good leader to be someone with values, good judgement, and strength (physically and emotionally). When Jacaeix is hurt or otherwise upset, he tends to hide it and keep it buried with the exception of anger--that he expresses openly.

Equipment

Equipment: Bow
plenty of arrows
a knife he keeps in his boot (more as a tool and less as a weapon)
he always carries mint leaves on him if he can, either dried or fresh--it's one of his favorite things to chew on.
basic travel gear like blankets and whatnot

History

History: Jacaeix has never really called anywhere 'home'. Home, to him, is wherever he feels comfortable and is with people he respects and cares about, because the idea of being stationary in one place is a foreign idea. Jacaeix was born on the road and stayed there, as his parents were both traders and merchants and often moved around. He's very close to his brother, Garon, also; the two of them spent lots of time together, wandering the streets of whatever town their parents found themselves in that week or perhaps playing games in the forest, practicing their hunting skills.

When he was sixteen, he was quickly summoned by his mother to follow her further into the woods; she told him his father and brother would meet up with them later. He never understood why until he, now at the meeting place, climbed a tree and looked back as best he could towards the nearby village. Chaos. All his green eyes saw was chaos. People shouting, running, tendrils of smoke rising in the air in places it shouldn't. When his father and brother met up with them finally, they came empty handed and without most of their supplies--they merely dropped everything and left. The family had to start over.

Jacaeix never knew what happened that day, and neither did his family. They'd seen enough conflict to know when to drop everything and leave for the sake of safety. It wasn't until he, with his family's blessing, set off on his own that he began to piece together those events. Archon. Archon was the man responsible for the chaos that day, and it was Archon's work, his soldiers that later put a gash in his arm--a poorly aimed sword filleted his bicep open in one place, leaving an ugly scar in it's wake.

As of late, Jixo began to hear whispers of a stand against this Archon he knew so little about, whispers of someone across the sea who could possibly rival the seemingly all-powerful Archon. Ever curious, Jacaeix sought out these rebels in the hopes that he could offer some help in whatever way he could.