Jaxin Fargo -EAT Student- Weapon (WIP) May 6, 2015 20:50:51 GMT -5
Post by Jaxin Fargo on May 6, 2015 20:50:51 GMT -5
Fargo; Jaxin; Weapon
Name: Jaxin Fargo
Nickname: Jack? Jackie if you want him to kill you.
A Strong Body
Appearance: Jaxin is pretty average in the grand scheme of things. He's not very tall nor very well built. He has a bit of tone to his thin muscle but it's nothing worth mentioning. His unkempt hair is a sandy blonde in the summer and tends to darken as winter approaches. He tends to keep it on the long side, between his ears and shoulders. His skin has a pinkish tinge and unfortunately the boy burns quite easily in the sun. As with most light haired, fairish skinned people, he has blue eyes. They could be called almost cerulean, although they are more gray.
Most days he wears a white tank top style shirt, black jeans, and a leather vest or similar to that style. When he's not wearing that, he opts for more casual jeans and t-shirts. His selection of formal clothing is very small and he tends to just 'dress' up his regular clothes. Black combat boots are his go-to shoes, even for more formal occasions. He has a necklace he always wears, when it's not visible, it's under his shirt. It's a leather cord with a large shark tooth in the middle with two snake fangs on either side.
Height: Five foot and eight inches
Fighting Style: Jaxin doesn't really have a fighting style per say. He wasn't combat trained before coming to Shibusen and since he tends to skip class, he isn't much of a fighter. He has tried, poorly, to learn how to defend himself, mostly using his blade to block more than to attack. However, Jaxin always liked running, just moving around in general. He's very quick on his feet and while he isn't good at fighting and mediocre at blocking, he's very good at running away. If he needs too. If he's backed into a corner, he isn't above 'dirty' fighting. He'll bite, claw, and kick you in the balls if it means he can get away.
Personality: Jaxin is not a people-person in the least. He doesn't like to talk to people or interact with them in general, if he can avoid it. He also has trust issues.
And uh. He's scared of girls. Like really scared of them. Not so much them as talking to them.
Inside the Soul
Weapon form: Labrys: Double-sided axe. The blades on each side are black and perfectly symmetrical. There are five holes cut into the top and bottom of each blade along the edges. Small rings are looped through each hole. Makes a slight jingling noise. The handle is fairly plain with little ornamentation. It is the same black as the blade. Each blade is probably 1-foot in width and slightly longer. The pole is roughly 4 feet from the base of the blades. In his entirety, Jaxin is about five feet long.
Partial Form: Jaxin's right forearm is replaced with a more simplified version of his blades.
Out of your Mind
Lack of Combat Skills
Anything involving post-apocalyptic stuff.
Listening to music.
Having to work.
Aspirations: Jaxin just wants to be anything but a failure. He doubts he'll ever make it to Death Scythe though.
History: Jaxin was born to Roxy Smith and Rick Fargo, two barely 19 year olds who were more interested in starting a music career than taking care of a child. Roxy, ever the dreamer, thought a child would save her dying relationship with Rick, even if the child was an accident. However, once Jaxin was born, not even a child could keep them together. Roxy broke first, the stress of a child, a relationship, a music career, were just too much for her. Jaxin was barely a year old when his mother left in the middle of the night and never came back.
Rick tried to raise his son but the 20 year old knew nothing about children and even less about raising them. He barely even knew how to hold down a steady job. He barely managed to keep himself and Jaxin off the street, mostly by doing odds jobs and playing small gigs at local bars. One day, a producer noticed the shabby blond man and made him an offer. Two days later, six year old Jaxin found himself on his grandparents' doorstep. His dad told him he'd be back for him when he was famous.
Jaxin's grandparents loved him, they really did but the fear that their grandson would turn out a failure like his father always lurked in the back of their heads. Jaxin tried hard to please his grandparents, doing chores and trying to stay out of trouble. He managed to keep it up for awhile, until one night, when he felt a bit rebellious, he snuck out to hang out with a friend. When he came home that morning, his grandfather practically jumped him. Jaxin's grandfather told him he was a failure and was going to grow up to be a-good-for-nothing just like his father. That was a turning point in young Jaxin's life. He began to behave the way everyone seemed to think. He started to fail classes and eventually started keeping to himself, almost entirely.
One night, shortly after his 14th birthday, Jaxin woke up from a bad dream only to find his sheets and bed torn to bits. He realized, arm still bladed, that he was probably a weapon. He heard that one of his cousin's was a weapon and how she'd gone to Shibusen but he wasn't sure he wanted to go there. It sounded.. difficult. He just wanted to rot away. So he hid his abilities but he could only go through so many sets of sheets and shirts before his grandparents noticed. And they were pissed. Once again, he found himself packed up and on a plane to Death City.
Jaxin spent the next two years avoiding people and generally being asocial. However, right after his 16th birthday, he decided to get off his ass and maybe start looking for a partner. He isn't going to stop feeling like a failure if he doesn't do something about it. So, with his dear ol' dad in mind, Jaxin started trying to talk to people.
Extra Notes: Personality liable to change as he becomes more social.
Behind the strings
Alias: Zombei, Zom
Other characters: No one yet~
Face Claim: Nope.