THE LIGHT BE MY GUIDE, THE NIGHT BE MY KINGDOM, THE SHADOWS BE MY VERY BODY, UNTIL EVIL BREATHES ITS LAST. - Dax's Mantra, given to him by the Unconquered Sun himself at the moment of Exaltation.
Description[]
Dax has long, violet hair and seafoam green eyes. He is the boringly average height of five foot eleven inches, and is quite thin and lanky, though muscular. Dax is the Night caste of the party, and as such he mainly specializes in stabbing things in the back and hiding, though he appears to be quite fond of jumping on his enemies' heads and stabbing them in the face repeatedly, as well. Dax is also an accomplished sailor and pilot, and was Captain of The Phantom before it was destroyed. He's still pissed at Syrisie for that one, though he feels somewhat avenged now that she's trapped in a Yasal Crystal being stored inside a Winterbreath Jar. Dax is currently pilot of the Coatl, as Shadow's Grace was before him. He loves all animals, especially cephalopods and snakes, and enjoys wrestling with Shahra (she usually wins) and drinking and gambling with Cid in his down time (which is sparse these days). He's a man of relatively few words, if only because he prefers his input to be in some way useful, or at least humorous (after all, laughter soothes the soul, and the soul of a Solar needs more soothing than most). He'd really like to find his mother, and exact revenge upon Sikunare and Scourge, but more important matters are currently at hand, and the demands of his sifu must take precedence as well. Patience is one of an assassin's greatest virtues, and for now he's simply content to follow where his adventures lead -- though he's beginning to wonder if he'll feel the same once he arrives.
Thoughts on Fellow Party Members[]
Though he is inherently distrustful of Twice-Blessed Raven's duplicitous nature, he did appear to be on the same side as Dax, though not even the gods know what is to become of him now that he is in the hands of First and Forsaken Lion. Dax hopes it's not what he's afraid will happen... He likes Largo, and understands the pain he has endured in life, despite their almost completely opposite natures, and harbors a growing respect for the giant man's incredible battle prowess. Dax and Largo provide a perfect foil of each other, allowing for some killer combos when working together in combat, though neither is especially adept at socialization, a skillset better left to Amber. Dax, being a great lover of both music and inventive manners of dispatching one's foes, has developed a similar respect for Amber, though he is secretly somewhat envious of her social abilities, something he's never quite had the knack for. Thus, he's more than happy to let Amber talk and play them into and back out of as much trouble as four solars can get into, which is definitely saying something. Dax is continually impressed with Fern's versatility and intelligence, and is pleased to be traveling with someone who so obviously appreciates preparedness as much as he. Not to mention her ever-useful essence sight and encyclopedic knowledge of most things, both of which having helped to solve almost every situation the party has found itself in. Dax hopes to learn a thing or two from her, though he hopes his luck holds out better than hers has thus far. And Cid and Serentatis basically just rock.
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