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Jax Mordaine

"If you breathe, you will die... and I'll most likely be the one to kill you."

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a character in “The Wargs”, as played by TillaSpark

Description

Jax Mordain
Hunter

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Age:
24
Region:
The Forests
ImagePhysical Description:
Jax stands at about 6'2, he's lean but it's all muscle. His black eyes seem endless, but are almost always void of emotion. He has an olive complexion with black hair common to the Forest region. He has a hard time remembering to shave, so no one ever sees him with out stubble, although he does trim it to keep it from growing into a full on beard. Beards are impractical when it comes to hunting, they're distracting.
Personality:
Jax is cold towards everyone, it doesn't matter who you are or who you think you are, he shows no placeable emotions and this tends to leave whomever he's interacting with to become uncomfortable. He is very calculating. Everything is black and white to him. Gray areas are pointless and useless. A person is either an abomination or not, there is no such thing as an in-between to him. He hasn't truly smiled in years, the most that anyone may receive is a dark and unsettling smirk. The only thing that he cares about is his dog Stone.
History:
When Jax was little he was actually a very bright and happy child, that was until a Warg had his father killed. It was a vague reading of the future, one that could have had a million different meanings, but all it did was point a finger at his kind and loving father and he was executed the next day. Jax was only seven years old and they made him and his mother watch as the executioner's axe cleaved his father's head off of his body. It was in that moment that Jax changed. He didn't smile anymore and for years he didn't even speak. Jax vowed to kill any Warg that he could find and began to train himself in the art of combat, whether it was hand to hand, knife, sword, axe, or war-hammer, he knows everything about each weapon and how to wield it effectively. When word got out the Warging was outlawed and each Warg that was still alive had a bounty, Jax set out and began to hunt. He learned his tracking skills on the road, and with the help of his dog Stone he became one of the most prolific Hunters in history.
Quirks:
Jax licks his lips when thinking, and when he is sitting around he'll pull out a knife and fiddle with it. That could mean cleaning it, sharpening it, or just tapping the blade against his palm or knee. Image
Likes/Dislikes:
+Stone
+Knives
+Hunting (Wargs and just animals in general)
+Thunderstorms
+The Forests
+Killing
-Wargs
-People who assume they are more than they are, just by name, rank, or abilities
They still bleed and die like any other mortal thing on this earth.
-Archery or and other form of long distance weaponry
-Cats
-Overly cheery people
Pet:
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His dog Stone is the only living thing on this earth that hasn't found a way to anger him.
The only affection that Jax displays is to this dog.
Talents:Image
Jax knows anything and everything about weapons and how to properly use them.
He's actually become quite a proficient tracker, learning tricks and tools to follow his prey, although it doesn't hurt that Stone is incredibly useful in this area.
Jax is also almost unnaturally stealthy and quick. Often times his prey isn't even aware that he's there, which makes his job loads easier.

So begins...

Jax Mordaine's Story

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The sun rose slowly coloring the sky with an array of pink, orange, and red shades. The air has the clean and brisk scent of a chilly spring morning. The grass is in dew, except in the savanna where the air and ground gets more dry the closer one get’s to the river, and of course in the Desert area, where the sun beats down mercilessly, and it doesn’t cool down until you reach the tundra. In the tropical section of the Forest lands, the air is alive with the sound of exotic birds and insects, in the deciduous part, it’s quieter, but songbirds still chirp with the chattering of squirrels and chipmunks occasionally interrupting their song. In the Badlands, everything is eerily quiet, and in the Mountains nothing is heard save for the sounds of whipping winds that get louder the higher one climbs.

For years Wargs have been on the run, trying to escape the hands of prosecution. Lately, there has been some talk. The people are talking of a safe place. One where Hunter’s cannot harm a Warg. It rests in the middle of the continent. It sounds like the best bet to those on the run, those in the Desert will travel north, those in Mountains; east, if placed in the Forests or Prairies; west, and those in the Badlands; south.

Wargs are not the only one’s aware of this place though. Hunters from around the region know of its location and the race begins. Survival being the ultimate goal.

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Jax looked up at the sun, taking a deep breath and feeling the warmth on his face. It was a new day, and he had already killed a mountain goat. He had been roaming around the base of the Mountains for a few days, staying that long only because the hunting was so great. Stone stood beside him, as he gutted the unfortunate animal, but for one to live, another must die. The rule that he had lived by his entire life. Some looked at him, his grungy, and occasionally bloody appearance and knew him for what he was. People avoided him as he walked by or through villages, if they did happen to cross his path, a stare down would usually do away with them. If glaring didn't work, Stone snapping at them or unsheathing a knife he kept on his belt did the trick. Only when he tracked down a Warg and killed them did anyone really show their appreciation. Most people hated them as much as he did. If they didn't they were afraid.

Wargs were dangerous, unpredictable creatures. They were killers, just like him, but every time he found one they decided to mount their high horse and go on and on about how it was a gift. He sneered to himself. 'A gift my ass' he murmured out loud and Stone barked in agreement. It was an abomination. A threat. Something that needed to be destroyed or they might use their gift to murder innocents, a feat he had seen done before, and it was the exact reason that he hunted them now.

He had caught wind of a place where they said Wargs could not be killed. So he set his path west and made it his personal mission to prove whomever that was wrong.

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Jax wrapped the animal skins he used as a coat closer to him for warmth. He had begun the climb up the mountain. He had also made coverings for Stone, keeping his body warm and wrapping his paws so they wouldn't freeze. The trek was perilous, but from the camp he stumbled upon earlier, he knew that there was another Hunter around. More Hunters meant that it was more likely that a Warg was around somewhere. He would rather be the one that found the monster, but it didn't really matter to him as long as the freak died. Stone stopped suddenly and turned his snout up, sniffing the air. He growled and Jax followed his eyes, a fire. He smirked, either that was the other Hunter, or it was the monster he was looking for. He reached down and rubbed Stone's head, praising the talented dog.

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Zana Callin


The small fire sent warmth up Zana's arms, the numbness in her fingers quickly disappearing. Neva began to purr softly too. Zana prepared her meal quickly. She was well practiced at camp fire cooking and could make even the most basic ingredients into decent meal. Neva, content with the hare from earlier in her stomach, sat happily beside Zana. The warm food helped to warm Zana up even more. She was from the mountains so she was used to the cold. She knew how to survive in it and the best ways to keep warm.

After she had eaten she simply sat and let the fire warm her. Most likely she would have stayed seated in the mock shelter for longer had not Neva's ears suddenly pricked up. Both the snow leopard and the girl froze. A low growl built up in Neva's throat and she quickly jumped to her feet. Zana quickly doused the fire and moved to peer out through the snow. In the distance she could see the source of Neva's concern, a man and his dog.

"Gotta be a hunter.' Zana whispered to Neva. It was always safer to assume that someone was a hunter. Besides, the two hadn't seen many people around her recently. He didn't look like a local from what Zana could see.

Slowly and using all her stealth Zana and Neva left their shelter. Zana wanted a closer view of the man before she did anything else. If he was a hunter she would need to make sure she wasn't followed, either by disarming him or by leading him on a false trail. But on the off chance that the man was a normal person not intent on killing her than perhaps she could ask him the fastest way down. A local would surely know the fastest tracks.

Zana stepped around a boulder, sticking low and out of the line of sight of the man and his dog. She had spotted a cluster of snow and boulders just beside and above the man. That would be the perfect spot for the girl to inspect him without him seeing her. Neva led the way, her paws softly padding on the snow and stones. The pair made little noise as they walked. Zana made sure to keep one eye on her footing and one eye on the figure.

Soon enough Zana found herself crouched behind a snow covered rock looking down at the man. He was covered in furs for warmth. Even his dog's paws were covered. Her view was partially obscured and she was still uncertain whether he was a hunter or not.
'I need to get closer' She thought to herself in frustration. She made a move forward but placed her foot on a hidden piece of ice. She lost her balance and her arms spiraled out for something to hold onto. It was in vain though and before she knew it she had fallen down a few feet from the man. Neva leaped down and placed herself in between the man and Zana as the girl quickly stood to face the man.

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Stone turned his face and growled, Jax looked up at where the fire had been earlier. It was gone. He placed a hand on Stone's head and before he could even say anything it was if the universe smiled down on him. A pretty girl with blond hair tumbled down, a few feet from him and a snow leopard had jumped in front of her to fend him off. As she tried standing he grinned. This was a Warg if he had ever seen one. He removed his knives from their sheathes, one in each hand and twirled them in his hands, waiting for the girl to stand up. Sure, he was all for killing, but he preferred to give everyone he encountered a fair fight. Stone took a position by his side, getting low and snarling at the cat in front of them. Okay, so it wasn't your garden variety house cat, but it was still feline, so he hated it. When the girl finally found her ground, he waited for her to acknowledge his drawn weapons and gave her time to remove hers.

"Are you ready to fight, freak?" he snarled and Stone barked and growled after he spoke. It had been weeks since either of them had killed a Warg, so this would be fun.

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Zana inspected the man, her eyes darting from his canine companion to the weapons he had just drawn out. It seemed that, just like Zana, he favoured twin blades. Zana drew hers out, a pair of beautiful twin daggers that she kept close to her at all times. She assessed her opponent. He was tall, well built and undoubtedly had strength and a longer reach on his side. But Zana was fast and she knew how to work the mountain terrain to her advantage. She also had Neva.

Neva was crouched on all fours, her tail slowly whipping back and forth as the snow leopard watched the man and his dog. Zana thought that the dog would be little danger to the snow leopard. Neva was perfectly capable of taking down prey her size and larger. This dog, who looked half frozen and was disadvantaged by the furs he wore, would be no problem for her Neva.

The only option available to Zana was to fight. Running would only put her at a disadvantage. So, she gave her full attention to the hunter, letting Neva take the dog.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Zana asked the man, slowly crouching into her own ready stance. "You'd better say goodbye to you little dog. Neva doesn't take too kindly to mongrels."
The words were uncharacteristic for Zana, she was usually polite and well-mannered. But she had often found that angering an opponent was a good way of putting them off. If he was angry he was less likely to think first, making him easier to beat.

Neither Zana or Neva gave either dog or man a chance to answer. Neva pounced, her powerful legs catapulting her towards the dog. Neva's claws slashed through the air and her jaws opened.

As for Zana her attack was only a fraction slower. She spun into an attack, slicing the air with her daggers. Maneuvering through the snow was little trouble for Zana, her feet found easy purchase one the surface. With one arm shielding her body from a counterattack Zana thrust the other forward, aiming for the gap in the man's defense. If she hit she would likely tear through both his furs and skin. If she didn't she was always ready to pull back and try again.

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The freak was fast, that much was obvious, but he was doing a decent job of defending himself. She made a lunge at him, and he realized the gap he had left open, he spun out of the way, and his feet lost purchase on the snow. He kicked out at her, then he heard Stone yelp. He spun on his butt to Stone, pulling the cat off of his dog. He slashed out at the cat before turning his full attention onto Stone. It was stupid. He knew that it might be the death of him to take his eyes off his attacker for one second, but Stone was his only friend in the world, his family, and she was injured. He took a sheltering position on his knees in front of Stone, his knives out. Ready for the girl's next attack.

The girl could win. He would die at the hands of a Warg, just like his father had. His stomach dropped, but he kept his face straight, ready and waiting.

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