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Jax - The Ascended

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Bullet; Green Date:11/4/2015 Bullet; Green
>Modified [11/9/2015]: [Uploaded Ref Sheet]
> Modified [12/9/2015]: [Added Worship/Prayer Tracker]
> Modified [12/31/2015]:  [Added Relationship - Zena]
> Modified [01/22/2016]:  [Added Relationship - Envy // Updated Zena Relationship]
> Modified [08/12/2016]: [Updated App//Info for reopening edits]:
> Modified [09/12/2016]: [Updated his clothing because I didn't like the old one lol]:
> Modified [12/02/2016]: [UPDATED NOTABILITY GAIN - 2% GAINED ONCE RP WITH JAX IS COMPLETED ]:
> Modified [6/25/2018]: Holy hell it's been years Updated all information and app - We're ready to rock and roll!!

= Personal Information =


= Personal Information =



Name : Jax

Pronunciation: Jah-ax

Meaning/Origin: English,  God has been gracious; has shown favor

Nicknames/Alias - None atm


Sex: Male

Rank: Occultist


Main Deity: Zonje

  Mother Deity: Zonje


Gifted?: Yes

  What gift?: Necrokinesis


Voice: Dwayne Johnson  

Theme Song:



= Appearance Information =



Weight: 145 lbs

Height: 32 inch

Type of Build: Thicker than the average dane in his legs, slightly more compact due to the hunting dog in him. Unable to walk slowly and will fall over if he tries. Knows how to balance his weight properly and uses it to his advantage during sacrifices. Can generally catch up to any dog that runs from him.

Eye Color: Acid Green - A shiny looking shade of green that is seen even in the deepest of dark.


Smell: Driftwood Incense and bitter herbs

Handicaps/Disabilities: N/A


Age: 5 years


Breeds: Basenji, German Shorthaired Pointer, Great Dane



= Personality Information =



Overview: Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I am kind to everyone, but when someone is unkind to me, weak is not what you are going to remember about me.”

A kind soul at the very base of it all, Jax is a rather calm and collected fellow with a drive to mend broken spirits and help them find the lights. His willingness to help others has put him into the perfect position to be trusted with all sorts of doings and an even better place to exploit him. Doing so is not easy, he finds it easy enough to see when someone is trying to use his kindness against him.  Jax is often outgoing and easier to get along with compared to the rest of the high ranking dogs, he will listen to problems and offer solutions. Needless to say, he is often blind to his own plights and will put others far, far ahead of his own. Regardless of his general disposition, he pays back grievances in spades.


Nature: Melancholic

These individuals tend to be analytical, detail oriented, and are deep thinkers and feelers. They are introverted and try to avoid being singled out in a crowd. A melancholic personality leads to self-reliant individuals, who are thoughtful, reserved, and often anxious. They often strive for perfection within themselves and their surroundings, which leads to tidy and detail oriented behaviour

Alignment:  True Neutral

Neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. Neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction. The "true" neutral looks upon all other alignments as facets of the system of many things.

Horoscope: Pisces


+ Traits:

  • Observant : A naturally good observer, Jax can catch the smallest twitch of a pained muscle or the minute detail of one’s behavior. Nothing truly gets past him but he’s more than willing to put these knowings onto the backburner for future use. There’s little to no hiding from him.

  • Benevolent : Possibly one of the kindest Aristocracy members, he isn’t that difficult to get along with and has a generally kind personality. Quite the cheerful fellow, he’ll be the one to first offer you a kind smile and an open heart. Always willing to lend a ear if you need one.

  • Dedicated : Jax works tirelessly around the clock to ensure everyone within The Following is healthy and cared for. He will not give up or take a step back if something needs to be done.

  • Relaxed : Little is able to trouble this giant nowadays, he’s seen quite the amount of carnage and can’t be bothered by someone gushing blood or having a mental breakdown. He’s here to help and he will, regardless of how chaotic the situation is.

  • Agreeable: Generally a nice guy, he isn’t one to pick a fight and you can always come to him if you have a problem you need to talk about.


- Traits: 

  • Hesitant : Jax is never really ready to go full into something, wanting to wait and see what might happen or plan out more ideas to deal with the situation. Literally any situation aside from a dog needing medical attention is a vague problem for him.

  • Graceless: Still pretty clumsy on his feet, Jax can easily trip over smaller dogs and often dogs. His larger body is difficult to move in cluttered spaces and he sometimes accidentally bumps into things

  • Obsessive: Always lowkey obsessive about literal everything, Jax can sometimes be caught recounting medications four or five times, rehearsing the same exact prayer a few dozen times over or detailing almost everything within his reach.

  • Zealot: As one of the leaders of the Shaman faction, Jax is headstrong about his beliefs and Zonje help you if you don’t follow them.   

  • Anxious: A trait he’s only recently developed, Jax gets jittery and nervous very quickly if the situation is a tense one


Developing Traits 

Paranoid: A natural worry-er, Jax has little to NOT be overly cautious about. Did he gather enough today? Is everyone ok? Do they know? What do they really think about him? Do they know? Do they know? Do they..

Perfectionist: It has to be done and done right, no other result will suffice.

Hoarder: Golly, when did my house get so cluttered? What? No, no I need all these nicknacks!!


Drives & Motives: Be as useful to The Following as he can possibly be and to redeem himself for his sins before facing his god.

Mental Illness: boi howdy just you wait


= Stats =



Nobility: 100%

Health Points: 14

     > Strength: 16

     >Dexterity: 6

     >Intelligence: 12

     >Wisdom: 18

     >Constitution: 18



= Background Information =  



Before the Sun(Pre-history)

Jax was born into a pair, being just a few seconds younger than his brother. His parents were both worshipers of Zonje, though unable to make it to the compound before giving birth, they decided to hold off the last bit of travel until the two newborns were able to hold their own out in the desert. The two danes had little trouble providing for their kids, after all, they had survived themselves with little to no help so having two more small mouths to feed was just a little extra work. Within time the two grew bigger, Jax falling just slightly behind his older brother. As they aged, their mother would often tell them of Zonje and the city that he protected, the city they were supposed to go to and live. A city made of gold and protected by the sun. Of course, Jax was more then willing to go there, to see the god made of rays of light. His mother’s stories of Zonje, how they were such a gracious god, giving life to the desert and protecting those in his light, had Jax gripped by the heart and the mind. He was fully willing to give his all this god, his body and soul was devout. The boy hadn’t even seen the city and he was going to give his entity to it. Once old enough, Jax and his brother had their ears docked down slightly, their father saying that it would be much easier to hear Zonje once their ears were fully open. Of course, Jax allowed it, allowing his father to cut his ears down carefully while his brother remained with his intact. As they got older, the brothers started to differ on their opinions of Zonje, Jax willing to listen to his mother’s teachings while his brother often lashed out in anger and defiance of a god who asked for blood. This, of course, made a rift between the two that grew larger by the day until the time came were Jax’s brother merely left, unable to stand his own family anymore. The split left both his mother and father in a terrible state of mind. His father, appalied his own son had so carelessly given up on Zonje, took to mutilating his own body in reptenace for his child.

One day, unknown to both Jax and his mother, the father wandered out onto his own and eventually succumbed to his own wounds. His mother, distraught by losing one of her sons and her mate, stopped eating and would not move, dying within the makeshift den next to her only remaining son. With nothing left keeping him there, Jax slowly made his way in the direction of the city his mother had spoken of, traveling for weeks until he was found by the late High Priestess.



To Receive a Gift: (Shaman History)

As he settled nicely into his place as a follower, Jax was constantly at the Temple. He read all he could about Zonje, participated in all the rituals he could partake in. He found little enjoyment in the other sectors, each much too far away from the sun god for his liking. When he wasn’t at his small home in the follower compound, he was in the Temple. Most of the time, dogs would find Jax whispering to himself or jabbering to no one in particular, like he was holding a conversation with someone who wasn’t there. Unknownst to most everyone, Jax was indeed talking to someone. Well, to him, he was talking to someone. Small whispers here and there, little flickers of a body not quite physical in his line of sight. Jax knew full well that he was seeing dogs no longer on the mortal plane. Why he could, he didn’t know, didn’t fully care. He just knew it was rude to ignore someone talking to you so he indulged each small whisper that carried to his open ears. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the shamans that he was frequently around. His Keeping wasn’t anything too special, he was treated as all the others with gifts had been. He had been hooded and wound through the city, up to the temple where he was seated with a few others. Confessing his gift was easy enough for him, the slitting of his wrists was simple compared to what he had been used to. He was not prepared for the journey. Being as large as he was, Jax had to been given larger amounts of the comatosing drugs then the others. His journey was longer than the others had been, the giant had been in his multi-plane crisis for three days before he finally came to. As he regained his consciousness, he realized he wanted nothing more than to stay with his god.  It took a long while for his scarification to be completed, but he was awarded Zonje’s Kiss on his front leg.


The Carrier(Occultist)

Jax was a very studious shaman, rigorous within the structure of the group and would often outclass those who had been brought in with him. During his time, his connection with the dead grew larger, the whisperers turning into low sounds, clearer. The shapes turning more solid and would stray further and further into his line of sight, no longer in the very corners of his eyes. Jax greatly appreciated this, treating each conversation like a prize he had not deserved, chatting and sharing details of the dead with the Blessed shamans or even the Occultist. Jax was in tune with his dreams, often able to flit between his dreams and a realm he knew little about, leaving with more information than he knew what to do with. Within his interest, he soon found that the other Shamans didn’t hold the same connection that he did. He soon gravitated towards the Occultist, the one other dog who seemed to understand his gift better than he did. He studied under her, learning more of his gift, becoming closer to Zonje, eventually finding himself placed under the Occultist permanently. As he watched, all of it suddenly started to spiral downwards. The shamans were slowly fading from the drugs they consumed, a rift forming between the factions, his Occultist deteriorating into a husk. He could do nothing as everything withered in front of him.  As the current practise states, he was to become the next Occultist as soon as the current one died, but how could he? He waited and he watched, staying next to her as she slowly started to fade. Her body and her soul were no longer fit to be within Zonje’s light and they both knew this. Jax prayed, the both of them did, that her soul would be allowed to stay with Zonje. Neither of them were answered as the day grew shorter, night came. They were never answered as the Occultist begged for her soul to be saved, the fear of dying and being lost to Zonje’s light making the both of them frantic. The Occultist was distraught, begging Jax to do something, anything to save her. They had worked so long together, surely he knew of something to help. Panicked, Jax tried to remember all he was taught, his mind scrambled and stalled to think of anything. The Occultist had cried then, begging that if she wasn’t allowed to be with Zonje in this body, perhaps she could use another to travel with. Unable to understand, Jax questioned her intentions until she told him what she truly wanted; that Jax was to consume her rotting body so her soul may be within him, so they both could go to Zonje together when the time came. Appalled, Jax refused, trying to reason even as the Occultist slowly lost her energy. As she drew her last breaths, she begged Jax a final time, urging him that if he truly believed that she was lost, that he was the last hope she had for eternal life. Jax didn’t know what to do. He could see her point, but that was madness, wasn’t it? Surely he couldn’t, even to save a soul... he watched quietly as the Occultist’s breathing became shallow, fading from this world. He could hear the whispers again, those of a different world condemning him for not helping her when she needed it most, turning a dog away right at Zonje’s gate, ushering him to fulfil her last wish. As he watched, he turned numb. Blank. His body arched forward and he tore into her, stopping her breathing within a moment as he ripped her body open, sinking his teeth into her barely beating heart , swallowing it whole. He continued for the whole night, tearing parts of her open and taking them for himself, feeling stones weigh his belly down and pull him under. By the time he was done, she was little more than bloodied white tuffs of fur and bone. He had gone cold a while ago, the only thing ringing in his head were the loud clamours of the dead, praising him for saving a soul. He didn’t understand why he felt so sick. He wasn’t well for the next few days, insisting on spending his nights in the temple. The sickness within Z’tkari was inside of him as well, slowly turning him into something he couldn’t quite recognize. Something in his stomach, reaching for his heart, for his brain.


Keep the Heaven Above (Current)

His rise to Occultist was seen by many and suprised little, he was comfortable in his place next to the High Priestess and was keen on keeping an eye on his shamans. No more would they be afraid of the drugs they so preciously took, he would make sure they were in safe increments as to not allow another disaster. He will often still be seen talking to things not there, holding hours of conversation with ghosts. Most assume he is talking with the late Occultist, though only Jax knows exactly. His connection with the dead grows stronger along with the guilt of what he had done and the feverous hunger he has felt since that day. Jax keeps these things to himself, not even Zonje could know of his unholy hunger. The only one who knows wears a crown and is as holy as the god himself. Jax often busies himself with work during the day, making sure his shamans are okay, that relations between his sector and others are on friendly terms, no one is left to suffer with an injury





= Relationships =


Will place in stash shortly!!



= Availability =


Timezone: Central Time Zone (USA) Any/all times (mostly after 9 A.M. and then I stay up till 3 or so in the morning


Hours Available:  Any/all times (mostly after 9 A.M. and then I stay up till 3 or so in the morning

Types of Availability: Discord/Google Docs


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Trash-August's avatar
Such a lovely diamond in the rough ;0; Would Jax be willing to meet my baby Alaster