A drunken thief, struggling to remember his past ventures out into unknown lands with new mysterious powers

Jax grew up in one of the aforementioned orphanages, plucked at the age of 12, most of their childhood was playing games amongst the streets of his home town, the name somehow faded from his memory. Small glimpses of friends and toys he played with flash into his mind at night when he hasn’t drunk himself into a stupor. This night however is also plagued with flashes of torture, metal spikes protruding from his skull, burns along his back, the pain…still fresh when he wakes up. How this happened and what he doesn’t know. When he was sold to the empire's army he entered into basic training just like the rest of his friends. Flashes of long jogs, gruel for dinner and cards around a campfire under the stars sometimes come back, and then they’re gone.
He now wanders the backwater towns of Aeostan, trying to dull the pain and survive, too cowardly to end his own life, he waits for the drink to take him.

Age

35

Gender

Male

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Black

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Black

Height

5'9

Weight

59kg