Post by KromJax on Jun 4, 2015 13:13:41 GMT
Personality: Krom Jax loves knowledge more than anything, though he knows many secrets himself. Countless records rest within his mind, and there is no book he has read that he hasn’t thought deeply about, dismantling any of the clockwork in a piece of literature. Krom Jax actually acts like an open book himself on the surface, but like all journals, there are only so many pages you can turn before the owner prohibits you from going any further.
Krom Jax knows how to start good conversations, liking to think a lot of the time. He is curious and adventurous, never afraid to pick up any quest for a ruin that may tell him in some ancient language something about an ancient civilization. Krom Jax knows a variety of some thousand languages, able to speak each fluently, though he is a bit rusty in some areas. Krom Jax often keeps his true thoughts on a topic to himself, often trying to explore someone or something else with revealing as little about himself as possible.
Krom jax is by no means the silent type, completely queit and solitary, though he can be.
The next moment he can turn into a friendly chap who can make a bad pun, or point something out strange. Krom Jax is not what you would call a warrior, but he has much knowledge on combat tactics as well, and actually could probably teach someone kung-fu like he himself was a master, but reall could just recite positions and guidance from records.
Krom Jax is as unsure of having a love-life as rejoining the so-called Greyvale—he is not certain about them at all, or any faction. Afterall, when you spend around sixteen years of your life in a lab, in which much happens, there is much to learn.
History: Every civilization, race, or empire needs to be kept track of, and requires a means of access to their history. For Centuries, Krom-Jax's family (The Thermopylaes) were in charge of recording everything and filing it away, known as the legendary and secretive chroniclers of the Shadowlanders, and also rumored to be some of the first. Throughout the peak of the Shadow-Lander's reign as one of the two main powers, everything that had been said and done was kept away n the most secure reaches of the Shadowlanders. KromJax had the misfortune of being the last Chronicler of the Shadow-landers, being the last to keep track of their records and the chronicler to watch his people stumble into the shadows, and not out of them. Krom Jax was told to keep all records of the Shadow-landers secure in Lab 'Rahn, which was precisely what Krom Jax did---only to find himself trapped within the planet; the doorway out locked behind him. The remainder of the Shadow-Landers did not wish for their Chronicler to step out again, deciding that it was his fate to forever guard their history.
Krom Jax was stuck wandering within the planet for years, carrying the chronicles of his race with him; constantly looking for a way out. With his ancestor's tales with him though, all placed on large device, which had practically invite storage space thanks to the Shadow-lander's extremely high-tech machinery, Korm Jax was able to navigate through the holo-imagery and read the his ancestors tales.
Krom Jax was swathed in knowledge of the past, thousands of years worth of data learned over the decades of his time in the lab planet--Krom Jax found his solitary state almost comforting at times. Food was not a problem, Krom Jax managed to find a place where he could reactivate a section of the lab's life-support for a few more years. From Jax himself meanwhile drank the knowledge he could, discovering everything about the first Shadowlanders, their enemies, and all that was fought, sacrficed and done for his race to be what it had been. Out of all the records in his holo archive, Krom Jax discovered that Shadowlanders had banished a portion of their races more dark capabilities, capabilities which could be recognized as unspeakable--yet powerful.
Since his family line had kept track of everything ever known by his race, even the forbidden arts, Krom Jax concluded that if he was to escape, he was to learn these Black spells. From the depths of his data base, Krom Jax rediscovered and learned the method of 'Shadow-twisting'. To Shadow-Twist was to access places where the shadows themselves were--and to 'request' access would come at the cost of a portion of his own being. From Jax learned that in order to teleport through the shadows, the shadows would take away some of his being a chunk at a time until he himself was one with the blackness. To over use his new-found power was to tie himself closer and closer to the void. Suddenly it became clear why his race had outlawed this ability. Nonetheless---the life-support was shutting down, his supplies low, na his longing to roam beyond the labyrinthine lab running strong after fifteen long years in the shadows. So Krom Jax trained himself in using this art, slowly being able to teleport from a few feet to a hectometer, and from a hectometer to a kilo-meter, and to that to a mile, and so on. Finally---after tiring long mentions of desertion, Krom Jax teleported out.
It had taken such an effort to train, with such little time left, it had caused him to lose most of his energy. From Jax had hence only tried to go for a planet--but he had not specified which, alas. Hundreds of thousands of miles away, he found himself waking up on the outskirts of a city in the planet Hal 'Liun. The journey had cost the Chronicler though.
He had pressed himself too hard in his trainings, demanding too much of himself, and now that he had travelled so far off from the Lab which he had been stuck in--Krom Jax was now what his people called a Kahll, or 'Half' in their tongue. From Jax was part of the shadows themselves, his vision no longer seeing things based on light, but based on darkness. Blackness seeped from and around him, and to his horror he found himself feeling all the blackness around him, as if it were something else, examining and adjusting to him as he was it. Krom Jax also found himself hollow at his center; where his heart and lungs would have been was just swirling darkness which his hand could pass through. He had lost some of his body, yet he was intact. The same went for his arms and legs, parts of him reduced to the living shadows, yet their outline was perfectly visible. Krom Jax shortly resided to wearing armor there-on—not to protect himself, but to mask his new strange features. To this day, Krom Jax roams the galaxy as ‘half’ the being he was, cursed to be half a shadow of himself. Should he continue to use any more shadow teleportation, he will be doomed to be consumed by the dark Void which all energies eventually subside into.
Encounters: Krom Jax is one who enjoys the shadows, since they are the only ones who truly except him for what he is, and frankly, he can use shadow as an extra appendage, and he depends on it for his existence.
Even if he isn’t purposefully watching things from a distance, shadows whisk from his dim armor, and snake around him before slithering elsewhere. You will usually find him writing, reading, drawing, thinking, or stroking his chin as he thoughtfully looks off into the distance with his glowing purple eyes, perhaps muttering things as he keeps one hand clenched around his long eight foot staff.
Friends: Since Krom Jax originates from a different era entirely, all his friends are long dead. Time to make new ones for him eh? Krom Jax likes to see keen wit, and something worth befriending in someone, not to use, but to acknowledge as something worth his toil and effort. If he is going to have a friend, he will tell himself, he or she should have some kind of toned intelligence in some area.
Enemies: Krom Jax is enemies with anyone who pokes fun or scuffs at his species, or the power he used to serve. He dislikes it when anyone spits at knowledge, or shows ignorance. What gets on his nerve is someone who starts sorting through his stuff without permission---do that and he will hit you harder than you can say ‘Oooh, this looks cool!’
Real mortal enemies of Krom’s are those who try to kill him or his friends in all honesty. Or those who obliterate what potentially could be useful for the future, or those who act only on selfish desires. Krom Jax literally sees things differently since his dark is his white, and his white his dark. He is more of a preservative too. So if you’re reckless, you try to kill things for fun, you are probably not gonna be his friend.
Like Ships:
Probably dun-goofed, but this is the closest thing I could find to his ship.