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Jaxon Babineau

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a character in “The Crimthorne Chronicles”, as played by NeverEndingFlip

Description

Jaxon Babineau

Nicknames

"Jaxon the Bandit" or "Jaxon the Highwayman"

Gender

Male

Age

Early 40s, although could be mistake for early 20s.

Societal Standing

Mundane





Appearance



Image Nobody can quite tell what kind of face he hides underneath that hat and mask. Golden hair billows out from underneath his marauder hat while his eyes are typically cast in the shadow of it. The mask covers notable features like his cheek bones and lips. The only visible facial features are his eyes, a dull blue that seems to match the look of steel. Preferring gray and white colors, he dresses in a leather outfit with a design almost like a nobleman. Combat boots and leather gloves complete his transformation to a merc for hire. No one knows what he looks like outside of the clothes he wears and so long as Jaxon has a say about it, no one ever will.




Personality



ImageJaxon could be described as an agent of chaos, yet he carries natural coldness to his stare. He's antisocial, as one can imagine, and often finds himself stealing, murdering, and vandalizing rather than showing up at the next block party to tell stories and the like. The people he typically hangs out with are individuals looking for a merc or assassin for hire, to which Jaxon does not disappoint...for a fee of course. In the world of Crimthorne, Jaxon is actually considered to be one of the richest folks, yet no one has any idea what his identity is or where his money is stored. He doesn't lavish himself in the wealth he has collected, living a minimalist lifestyle. There's a dark offbeat humor that he carries in his husky tone whenever he speaks, which is not often. He's hardened at the senses and battle-tested, given how ruthless, violent, and merciless he is. No one knows much more than the exterior presents, as he doesn't converse about his past with anyone. Even his name carries a iota of shadow and intrigue to it, like a legend of the slums.




Equipment



Image No criminal is complete without some gear and Jaxon is no exception. He might not be mana savvy or synth charged like many of the friends and foes he encounters, but he knows what to do and what he needs to do it. What he lacks in true defense he makes up for in speed, dexterity, and agility, crafting his combat style around his more favorable attributes. He often employs a hit-and-run tactic, given he's very quick on the entry and escape, but he's not afraid to go loud either. Equipment goes as follows:

x2 Assassin's Blades- A couple of knives crafted in strong steel. Smooth and fluid, these knives were designed to cut and cut quick. The steel is hardened with a sharp tip and smooth edges for quick and uninterrupted slices though material, human flesh included.

x2 Highwayman's Flintlocks- Dual-Wielded pistols with a modified fire rate. A relatively short range for a distance weapon with not a lot of dexterity in comparison with other guns, but it's the one of the more powerful weapon Jaxon owns.

x20 Skull Bombs- Almost cartoonish in nature, each bomb is carefully crafted to explode at the light of the string. The skull painted on the side is Jaxon's signature, letting enemies know who it was that killed them a split second before it happens. High velocity impact and an even stronger fire power, these things were made to take down buildings.


NOTE: Jaxon is considered to be a Mundane. However, rumor has it that he has the power of Shadow Magic at his side to increase his speed and stay stealthy. There is no evidence to prove this.




Background: Ask him about it and maybe you'll be lucky enough for him to tell you.

So begins...

Jaxon Babineau's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jaxon Babineau Character Portrait: Bernardetta Lei Maturerá Character Portrait: Ghalib Character Portrait: Yuri Sokolov Character Portrait: Sarah Prie Character Portrait: Hodgepodge Character Portrait: Francine Beaupre Character Portrait: Ryan Wilson
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There were smiles all around. Laughter and cheery banter, a few cheeky jokes here and there. A great many smells roamed from nose to nose some ill, most were pleasant. Of food and perfumes and other things but these were things she could not enjoy. The music and laughter of the people around were muffled by the loud steps of her armed escorts. Two men hired by her father to keep her safe while she roamed the capitol during the festival. It would be about two hours before the Coronation Festival officially started and later during the night the Coronation Ceremony would commence in the Palace Plaza. That was two hours she would have to spend with these idiots.

"Oy, make way you lot! Lady Francine of the House Beaupre approaches!", One of them shouted to clear out the thick crowd. Everyone followed suit, fearing the worse. "M'lady." He addressed her and gestured forward. Francine faintly smiled and continued on, the glares of the crowd weighing on her. However, she had an idea at that instant. Rather than step forward she put her hands to her mouth and whistled, the spell hidden in the very tune she whistled as she stepped forward. The illusion cast, of a very stubborn Francine Beaupre arguing with her guards and those affected were those who heard it. It would be as real as day if it worked, perhaps even drawing the attention of some who didn't even see it. It wouldn't last too long and so when she had taken a few steps forward, she darted away.

The wind picked up her long dress, she glanced over her shoulder to see her own handy work and giggled. They never learn...She thought happily as she rushed into a clothing store to change into something less...noble. Eventually she would have to do just as her father wanted but at the very least these next two hours would be hers.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jaxon Babineau Character Portrait: Bernardetta Lei Maturerá Character Portrait: Ghalib Character Portrait: Yuri Sokolov Character Portrait: Sarah Prie Character Portrait: Hodgepodge Character Portrait: Francine Beaupre Character Portrait: Ryan Wilson
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Hodgepodge watched the dust swirl by all colored and dancing to highlight the stars now so thinly laid in his sky. Only the dust could make new stars even then only some suitable for such things. Certainly not empty space in between such as itself. This empty space however was ever watchful. A change caught the eyes along both skies pulsing. One of many that are a collection of dust in their own right this one shaking the sky to its own design. How curious a quake.

A central blue eye focused on beryllium bronze hands clenched to bring its thoughts back onto the earth. Striations in the blue gem impulsed by patterns their own. Aligned along two gleaming intersections Hodgepodge's eyes looked down pushing itself away from hard grey stone. A solidity of resting bedrock on which the dust could seek purpose. A void such as itself seeks to be filled like the purpose of the first engine was to be the first cradle of stars. The errant eddies of the dusty river around him didn't find the solidity of flesh for several seconds. Hodgepodge and its sky was sat behind a crate ignored by the people but now sunk deep into a river of them. Two guards threw patterns at an exploding star slowly falling under the river of dust to be used again. The cradle of that star however where had she gone?

Carrying oneself along with the current of dust was momentarily tiring a profound solidity to its limbs while coherence of time returned. Swimming through the river to pace with reality as the bronze robot took in eddies on the sea. Warmth from the cradle of a newborn star drew hodgepodge near the burn of one already sparked grew cold. On the wind are ashes of creation pouring into his senses with a hum in the first machine's sky on his ears. Its eye saw the human that wandered still alight with creation. It waded through the chatter of other people, against an inert wind of thought, while largely ignoring those around it in turn. Ones like him, as thinly it thought of that notion, were perhaps not entirely ignored but that dust neither adhered. At least unless one of the people cared enough to not gather the current around them to see the ones swimming upstream. Faceless by disinterest people moved aside or around by the spellcast adherent fully engaged with a hymn of the first engine. The whirl pool of draining dust darkens the shop door to find the scent of ashes.

The setting changes from Arcania to Crimthorne

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Character Portrait: Jaxon Babineau Character Portrait: Bernardetta Lei Maturerá Character Portrait: Ghalib Character Portrait: Yuri Sokolov Character Portrait: Sarah Prie Character Portrait: Hodgepodge Character Portrait: Francine Beaupre Character Portrait: Ryan Wilson
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They never learn... thought Jaxon, roughly two hundred feet above Duchess Beaupre, watching the noble enter the plain clothing store.

From the balcony of the restaurant across the street sat the infamous highwayman, none of the guests knowing that he had snuck onto the elevated platform overlooking the street and taken his seat among the other patrons in a span of seconds. No one had even batted an eye. No one gave him a close look. He kept his head buried into the menu, hiding his marauder's hat within while his eyes kept gaze on one spot in the street...one store in particular.

The street itself was packed. Granted, it was always packed with merchants and customers trying to purchase something extravagant for their own personal gain. But this time, the street was nearly tripled on occupants, all here to see the Coronation and enjoy everything the festival had to offer. Such an event would offer fantastic deals on typically high-priced items. Things as ornate as semi-valuable jewelry and party dresses to things as practical as baked bread and jugs of water. Even the prank shop down the street was out of stock of their highest selling item: Shock-Sticks. They were one-use batons that used a tiny amount of Synthetic Magic to send a small electrical volt into an unsuspecting victim. A child's gag, no less, but everything was being bought today.

After all, it wasn't like an empress was crowned every day of the week.

"Good evening, sir! Can I get you anything to drink?"

Jaxon barely glanced up from the menu, using his peripherals to examine the young serving girl. Her blonde hair done up in a dazzling style that seemed to gleam in the setting sun's light. Her eyes sparkled with excitement at the atmosphere around her and her smile was probably whiter than the neat and orderly uniform she wore.

Naive.

"I'll need one moment, please," Jaxon gruffly replied from behind the menu. The girl nodded in understanding and walked off, helping another customer at another table. He turned his attention back towards the clothing store, waiting to see the woman walk out of it.

The setting changes from Crimthorne to Arcania

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Character Portrait: Jaxon Babineau Character Portrait: Bernardetta Lei Maturerá Character Portrait: Ghalib Character Portrait: Yuri Sokolov Character Portrait: Sarah Prie Character Portrait: Hodgepodge Character Portrait: Francine Beaupre Character Portrait: Ryan Wilson
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Arcania, the capital city of the Achenian Empire and the location where a veteran found himself deployed to. Ryan Wilson, one of the few survivors of a daring siege in the Wastelands. He was sent to Arcania as a sign of goodwill to protect Lady Francine. Wearing a black combat vest with a skull printed on it, a pair of black pants and equipped with two hand cannons and a rifle strapped to his back.

As he arrived at where Lady Francine was supposed to be at, everything appeared fine. Her personal guards clearing the way for her and that is when she suddenly began arguing with the guards. It was a rather sudden event, now why would she begin arguing with her own guards? Something was strange here, and he soon realised something. Magic, that was not the really Lady Francine, it was just a clever illusion. It was clever but there was a new problem. "Where did she go...she should know that there could be assassins lurking around waiting for an opportunity to take her out. I should locate her before such a thing happens." With that said he had his mission. Locate and secure Francine and bring her back to her guards.