Jasher Thrax

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Jasher Thrax
Social Rank 3
Fealty Thrax
House Thrax
Gender Male
Age 25
Religion Pantheon
Vocation Noble
Height 6'3"
Hair Color Black
Eye Color Blue
Skintone Bronzed
Family
Parents Draco Thrax, Evelyn Grayson
Siblings Remi Thrax, Lilith Melaeris, Leonidas Thrax
Uncles/Aunts Merida Thrax, Elton Thrax, Rician Grayson, Lynette Thrax, Martellus Grayson, Gideon Thrax, Alarius Grayson, Marjory Thrax, Casivan Thrax
Cousins Jaenelle Velenosa, Dagon Tyde, Donella Redrain, Leona Thrax, Valerius Thrax, Denica Thrax, Sebastian Pravus, Juliana Pravus, Fatima Thrax, Abbas Thrax, Castiel Thrax, Calarian Wyrmguard, Wash Kennex, Donovan Grayson, Galen Thrax, Albion Grayson, Nicholaus Grayson, John Grayson
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Description

There is not an ounce of spare flesh on Jasher's lean frame. He is controlled motion, slim lines and sturdy muscle: broad shoulders, narrow hips, muscular back and sturdy arms, wide strong hands, it is a sailor's craft that has shaped the raw, lanky bones into a man's corded strength. His lips shape a bow more inclined to frowns than smiles, but when a smile does warm his lips, it reflects in his eyes: a deep, vivid blue, intelligent and bright beneath thick, well-defined eyebrows. Almost always impeccably shaved, he has a strong jaw and bold nose that lend more to the character of his face.

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Personality

Jasher is keen, a sharp observer, and highly reserved, a layer of studied control over a deep, hot core of passionate energy. He believes in right and wrong, and justice, but with a particularly Thraxian skew. A fierce warrior, by the book officer and competent sailor, he takes well to the regimented shipboard life and finds himself restless and discontented separated from structure. He believes in the order of things and has little patience for chaos erupting outside that order. He is respectful to women within their role and pities those who abandon their role for something more "mannish". He pities men who lack for glory. He's pretty sure he's right about all of this. His sense of humor is very dry, obscured beneath a mask of blandness that makes many suspect him of humorlessness and makes his occasional joke all the more unexpected. He has many control issues and is unlikely to yield up to a moment's recklessness, but cares very deeply about his passions. He has little romantic interest in the company of anybody, generally, but when he has had an infatuation before, it has always been for men who combine intelligence and strength. The social pressure remains on him to marry a woman and produce heirs, regardless of his personal sexuality. It is an ongoing struggle.

Background

Much of Jasher's life has been defined by what he is not: as a younger son of a lesser line, he is not an heir, he is not in line, he is assumed little. He was overlooked as a boy, often, and it served to increase the keenness of his eyes as well as the desperation of his need for certainty. Lesser princes taking up arms and taking to the seas could be the surprise of no one, but Jasher started very young: he ran away from home while still a boy -- in disguise, romantically enough -- to become a ship's boy on a hauling marauder, and gave himself to the sea. Rather than punish the boy more conventionally for his disobedience, the family determined that if he would chase the salt so much, he would give himself to it, and he was sworn young and learned the naval craft.

Early rebellion rewarded with hard work, and each job well done rewarded with another job, Jasher fought and killed on the high seas as a teenager. While some of his more socially minded family went to Arx, perhaps, to dawdle and socialize and learn statecraft, he was swimming with sharks and spilling pirate blood and hunting down men and escaped thralls to put them to the sword. His times ashore were spent with books, not with people. His yearning is for learning, more than it seems to be for love or family or fighting or drinking, the popular pastimes of young men his age. Every time the prospect of marriage and the concomitant socialization with women and the familial obligation that attaches has come up, Jasher has found a way to put himself out to sea again. The social scene has always frustrated him, and while he approaches the prospect of marriage with grim duty, he finds no joy in it, and no interest in women.