Jax

-gen one
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element: nature
position: loner / warrior / medic-herbalist
des.:

Jax (with full name Jayaxue, meaning "wild") is a loner living in the deep dark woods in hign mountains called "Shadowpath Highlands", they are situated around the "High Mountain" where White Raven Bluetail lives. He lives and moves like ghost in his enviroment, he sometimes appear somewhere and then dissapear again. His eyes and some scales glow in the dark or mist, he cannot control it properly, but it seems that during hunt or fight his light don´t appear for better hiding. He doesn't speak to dragons much, there's no much of others around his territory and so he act before he speaks.

He likes the calm of the forest, the loneliness is a rotting paradise in his heart, he loves it but he knew what is he losing every day, the both sides of him are roaring of desire, but each for something different. He likes animals, and beastclans, more than other dragons actually...He likes crafting objects, mainly wood carvings, it makes him feel relaxed and happy, also walks, music or watching animals is his favourite activities. But the highest excitement he earn from hunting and fighting. He is experienced, but his patience is small, although he is the wilder one he is always open to help the ones who needs it, and ask.

There are some defamations that says that he is half mad, and aggressive, that's not truth, he could be explosive sometimes, but he turns to unstoppable rage only in already bad mood. He dislikes noisy, irritating or too much dirty things. He absolutely hates when somebody wants to pick his trees, he protects his forest and it's beauty.

There're many natural process that can actually harm the ecosystem - like long term decomposition, it's natural and has many benefits for the forest, but in large amount near the surface could be deadly. Many small swaps of this oil is there, where sometimes wild animals or dragons stuck.

His origin is unknown, but when he said that when he was young, a loner like he is now, rised him, he teached him till he was old enough and then left him alone, the dragon was wise, but old. He loved him like it was his true father, for this it was much worse for him when he discovered his remains in the oil swamp, his thin body was already rotting, but still there was a smile on his lips, and his expression was peaceful, he understood that he set himself finally free, to meet up with his beloved mate on the other side.

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gene posbibilities maybe for future?

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