Shax

Player Name: Kane

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Species: Desert Iguana

Height & Weight: 5'7", 109 lbs

Physical Description
Shax is pure speed. All sinue and tendons, with little in the way to fill out his form. He has a limber build, skinny and almost lanky. His scales range between brown to tan, camoflauge in the desert. Of course, his body is also criss-crossed up and down with scars, no part of it lacking in abuse. The scars range in implements, from bladed knives to jagged punctures, even a burn or two. The normal spikes of his race have all been cut off, along with other body modifications. A brutal sort of surgery, probably done when he was younger, to trim off "unnecessary" features. The majority of his tail remains, at least.

His stance is one of restlessness. He is loose, swaying, but always moving, never sitting still. At least, until necessary. He always seems slouched, like a puppet whos strings are too long. When in combat, he moves as if in some kind of terrible dance, although still beholden to that restlessness; he never ceases moving. Always, either in a constant barrage of attacks or maneuvering around slower opponents.

His face, not -as- scarred as the rest of his body, reveals a sinister character. The smile that seems to permanently split his features is anything but pleasent, his eyes burning with what some might consider an infernal fire. His voice has all the charm and sensuality of a dagger gliding through silk. Even a blind-man could sense the danger on this one.

His clothing more resembles some kind of leather harness than actual clothing. Covering, yes, but the primary material seems to be straps or belts, and leaves plenty of little gaps in between. The leather, of course, nearly matches his skin, which from a distance can make it seem like he has nothing on at all. The only other thing he usually wears in a rough cloak and hood combination, for protection from sandstorms and the chill of night.

Mental Description
Shax is a psychopath, although lacks the usual mask that most psychopaths possess. He is, by any stretch of the imagination, denraged, crazed, insane, bloodthirsty, and all manner of unpleasent things. The iguana delights in killing, particularly in spilling blood. His weapons of choice, a pair of punching daggers, reflect his delights redily. Weapons designed to make an opponent bleed, they are excessively sharp, and have several redundant blood channels carved into the metal. Something he takes advantage of, since Shax enjoys the taste of the crimson liquid with almost vampiric delight. He is a killer with zero concience. Of course, while he kills for fun, he rarely kills without a reason. He won't, for example, just stab some shmuck on the street for looking at him funny. But he will go looking for unsavory types and see if he can provoke a violent reaction from them. He lives by his philosophy; it's survival of the fittest in this world. If you weren't ment to survive, well then you wouldn't. A very self-oriented person, Shax doesn't have many friends. In fact, he probably doesn't have any friends at all. He is "friendly" to various people, and usually exists on the basis of do-unto-others-as-is-done-unto-me. In all honesty, the iguana has an almost fatalistic expectation of himself. He holds no illusions that he's a good person, nor that he'll end well, but he believes in his philosophy. He's faced death, and so far come out on top. Maybe one day he'll meet somebody stronger, or luckier. But until then he'll live how he wants and by nobody elses rules.

History
Shax was born in a small town in the east, the village a fairly old-fashioned religious group. The town is no longer standing, raided by slavers from Scorch some time ago. Shax was five at the time. He and his parents were taken back to Scorch, and sold as slaves. The slaves owner, a particularly sadistic canine female, took the opportunity to try a little long-term experiment.

For the next ten years, Shax was methodically abused and trained. Shax, as one might guess, was not his original name. For ten years, the iguana now known as Shax, grew up to be as violent and as bloodthirsty as his master. Perhaps even more-so. Shax, despite being five at the time, never forgot where he came from and what had happened. He remembered everything, and never did forgive. Shax broke free after his parents died. He barely knew them, but he knew their names, and he felt somewhat honor-bound to avenge them. He'd always planned on escaping eventually, but then and there somehow seemed poetic to the crazed lizards' mind.

The "break-out" was small, consisting only of Shax himself. But it was quick, and it was bloody. His former "master" was the first casualty, and the blood trail carved almost a solid line from the bedroom to the front door, and very nearly as consistant to the edge of the encampment. Shax drank well that night.

Now, Shax wanders the wastes. He drifts from town to town, killing when he can, indulging in various vices as he sees fit (usually with money from the previous kills), and generally doing whatever he wants. Anarchist to the core, he holds the rule of the self above all others. He lives free, does as he pleases, and regrets nothing.

Possessions
Two Katars (punching daggers). Well kept, usually licked clean and then washed. Very sharp. Leather armor. "Full body" coverage. Not the best protection ever, truth be told. Protects really well from scrapes and the like, but not so much from knives or guns. Far more mobile, however. Sand cloak. Protects against whipping sands out on the trail, and from the cold of night. Also can serve as camoflague if need be.