Age: 34
Sex: Male
Occupation: Blacksmith/metalworker, marksman, medic
Modifications:A cybernetic right arm to replace the flesh and blood he lost long ago, not that he minds much these days the increased strength proved itself quite useful, to the point where Drax would almost consider replacing his left arm.
Appearance: Drax stands a decent 5'10" tall his skin slightly darkened from his long hours working in the light of blazing fires. His hazelnut brown hair combed back and twisted into braids and shaven down the sides leaving a gap in hair growth between his scalp and the heavy beard below where a set of nordic knot tattoo's reside. A set of dark green eyes finish this peculiar face with a rugged yet somehow warm appearance. His body is built broad and slightly muscular, if you were to run your hand across his skin you'd be able to feel the hardened muscles underneath, but otherwise he looks like he just is in good shape. All over his left arm, legs and torso you can find scars ranging from small burn marks from embers to larger ones that reveal his history and mark the years of fighting he'd been through. His right arm on the other hand is pretty clearly a cybernetic implant, there hasn't been even the slightest bit of effort in trying to make it look organic with the cold steel and metal springing forth from the stump of his upper arm.
Clothing: Drax wears a large variety of shirts and pants never really settling on a single style other than that nearly every piece of his casual clothing has one of more small holes in them from the embers, though he usually settles for clothing with little to no decorative parts to them and slightly more muted colors. He can often be found wearing a set of protective goggles on his forehead often forgetting to take them off after stepping away from the forge. For shoes Drax tends to go for either brown or black leather boots tightened to an almost unhealthy degree to prevent the "hot ember in shoe" dance.
Weapons: Wherever he goes even if it's just a stroll around the neighborhood Drax never goes anywhere without his trusty one handed axe. Hardly larger than your average hatchet it can still do plenty of damage in capable hands, especially capable right hands.
That being said whenever he goes any where where there is bound to be trouble he likes to bring his weapons of choice a large round shield and a bolt rifle. The bolt rifle is a weapon rarely seen in end city perhaps even being the only of it's kind here, but it's a very common weapon in the frozen north. It is a type of crossbow mounted inside a rifle body that can be fired in quick succession(for a crossbow) with great accuracy and power, the main drawback of this weapon is the limited amount of bolts in it's magazine(just 4 shots) and the fact that the magazine has to be fed bolts manually.
Armor: Whenever Drax goes somewhere expecting trouble he brings his full set of armor. It consists of a mixture of leather and fur armor with steel plate in strategic locations and a gambeson underneath. Combined with an open faced steel helmet for some protection of the head, while not limiting the wearers field of vision too much. The end result is a quite heavy set of armor with a good overall protection from blunt impacts, slashing or stabbing attacks.
Abilities: armor/weapon making, it had always been tradition to take care of your own equipment and do any maintenance yourself so like anyone else who survived a long time in the mercenary band Drax picked up these vital skills and made them his own. While he won't be able to help you if you come in with some arcane piece of work, power armor or some sort of cybernetics, whether it's copper, pewter, aluminium, steel, tungsten or even titanium he'll be able to work it.
Field medicine, similarly it is quite useful to know a thing or two about medicine, since you never know when you'll have the time to visit a proper doctor or healer. His medical knowledge and ability extends from treating basic wounds and concocting herbal/improvised medicine to dealing with lodged projectiles and bone fractures.
Mobile archery, his main way of fighting ever since he could pick up a bolt rifle, Drax has quite an accurate aim even when both he and his target are on the move.
Agility buffing, while not properly trained in magics he picked up magic tricks from his brothers in arms to increase his running speed and agility allowing hi to run at superhuman speeds even while fully armored. Though even after having much practical experience and training with it he isn't able to keep the superhuman speeds up for the many hours that some of the more gifted among his mercenary group could.
Personality: If there are three things Drax learned to respect from his life as a mercenary it's toughness, fairness and compassion and makes an effort to represent those qualities himself. As such you'll almost never see him being down in the dumps "Fight hard, laugh hard" he'd say, feeling that there is no point in letting yourself be bogged down by the negative parts of life and it'd be better to just enjoy the good life has to offer. Doesn't mean he's always all rainbows and sunshine, in fact he's more often than not quite snarky and grumbly, only letting that aura of pure positivity out when he's thoroughly enjoying himself.
Background: Drax hails from one of the settlements in the frozen north, a region that once prospered however that was more than 200 years ago now. These days it's reduced to a few hunting villages and mining towns located in the ruins of the glory days, all higher technology laying dormant from lack of educated manpower to operate them. The main export products of this region are furs, minerals/metals and hired muscle, Drax like many a hunter aspiring to someday not having to huddle near the heat pipes of the dormant geothermal vents to feel warmth joined the first mercenary group passing through town after he was of fighting age.
Life as a mercenary had it's rough edges, you never knew when you were going to get your next pay, nearly always you'd be camping outside with only a select few places having enough beds to house the entire warband and at times with some contractors who saw them as expendable pawns it would even be uncertain if you'd survive to the next pay. But it also had it's pleasantries you traveled the world seeing the many sights to see out there, perhaps more so than any other profession, and living with your life on the line made you appreciate every day alive and your comrades much more. Jobs ranged from the mundane escorting of merchant caravans and helping local armed forces root out bandit camps to bolstering security at plutocrat parties and even the occasional expedition into the veins.
It would be at one of these routine guarding jobs that things went to hell. The job was simple enough and they had done it many times before without any problems, some wizard needed some temporary muscle while he held a large banquet. Late that night when all of the attendees were thoroughly liquored up a small group of cyborg mages hit the venue, not with the finesse you'd expect from an assassination job, no they were brutally slaughtering anyone in their way, wizards, guards and servants alike. If it weren't for the few wizards that were still sober enough to use their magic without causing mass friendly fire the wizards guards and Drax's mercenary group would have been no match for the cyborg mages. At some point the cyborg mages retreated, but not without having taken out most of the people at the venue.
With their leaders gone and only a few mercenaries left standing the group disbanded, everyone going their own way. Some went back to the frozen north, some sought out a peaceful life in the a farming village and other like Drax stayed in end city. Drax stayed more out of necessity rather than anything else, he had lost his right arm in the struggle and with the contractor gone they hadn't received any pay forcing Drax to spend all his savings on medical costs and a cybernetic replacement. With no money to leave the city he was forced to keep doing odd jobs for a few years, not much different than he'd done before though without a group to share the lifestyle with it just wasn't the same. At the point where he had saved up enough money to pay for his journey back to the frozen north end city with all of it's flaws had grown on him, and he still was reluctant to return to that life of constant cold up north.
This was when he decided to start a business for himself down here, there were plenty who needed weapons, armor or just some repairs , hell he'd seen cyborg mages who were more dent than anything else and even with all those cybernetics underneath those armor plates were just pieces of shaped metal. It took a little while for him to find a vacant storefront that was within his budget but he found one, a small hole in the wall barely large enough to fit the forging equipment he'd need, but it'd work. For the last few years that's where Drax spent his time, forging and repairing equipment for anyone who paid the price, with the occasional trip into the veins to prevent his gears from rusting and as a cheap albeit unreliable source of materials.