Age:
24
Region:
The Forests
Physical 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.
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:

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:
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.