Daxim Moray

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NAME: Daxim Moray

NICKNAMES: Made-Man, Metal-Head, The Tin-Hearted Bastard, Cyborg, Dax.

RACE: Human, cybernetically implanted.

FACTION: Waste Rangers.

ROLE/SKILLS: Medic (skilled), Wasteland Survivalist (skilled), negotiator (skilled), engineer (basic), pilot (basic), diplomat (skilled), marksman (basic), therapist (skilled), melee combatant (basic).

AGE: 24

HAIR COLOR: Black.

EYE COLOR: Purple, occasionally black.

HEIGHT: 1.72 Meters.

WEIGHT: 192 Kilograms. (Metal cybernetics increased weight, counteracted to an extent by several extra cybernetics in the chest)

HOMEWORLD: Zonju V

Spoiler: CYBERNETICS

Cybernetics: Daxim is heavily augmented, with his eyes, chest, heart, spine and legs all being mostly artificial. He has three 'power slots', or systems he can pump power into to improve their performance. His translator, advanced eyes, powerful legs, torso and spine are all powered by 'power slots'. He can pull power from 'base eyes' and other non-compulsory systems to power others.

THE MASK:​

His mask, while being robotic, can still be removed. After several days of not having it attached, he can have serious trouble breathing and will die within a week. This is because the mask filters out any dirt that would normally contaminate his circulatory system. His voice sounds filtered and with a slightly artificial 'twang' to it. He must remove it to eat and drink. The mask also contains a basic translator. This speaks the thirty most spoken languages in the galaxy. He can be heard from behind the mask speaking in basic before the mask relays what he says. Using advanced eyes (slightly connected to the ears), he can automatically select the right language for the translator.

THE EYES:​

Daxim's eyes have three settings. 'Compulsory' eyes are extremely dull, with no light coming from them and leave him almost blind and completely colorblind. This only happens if he wishes it too or if his body is badly damaged.

'Base' eyes are what he normally has active. Purple light is generated by them, and he can see color and a basic HUD, with his body status in the corner. This includes a picture of a humanoid silhouette with it arms outstretched. Usually this fades into the background but when he is hurt the limb that is damaged lights up. Yellow means bruises and light cuts, orange is a heavy bruising and deep cuts, and blood red means broken bones or internal bleeding. If the limb is black, it means that no information is available. This usually means it's gone, although Daxim hasn't seen that one yet.

'Advanced' eyes are powerful tools used in combat situations as well as medical and tactical observations. They shine a laser on whatever Daxim is looking at, effective to a range of eight feet. When a target is caught in these, Dax can see a HUD display of their physical condition, seen on top of his own. He has upgraded his personal armory so that the amount of ammo left in the gun will appear on the bottom left of his HUD, opposite his personal stats. This does not work with guns he picks up on the field until he modifies them.

THE HEART:​

The only part of Dax's body that will stand up to a point-blank shotgun wound is his heart. Surrounded in a casing of hard metal, the heart is entirely robotic. When his body is heavily wounded, all non-essential systems begin to shut down. Only his heart and brain are left in the end. While most of his arteries and veins are natural, the first thirty centimeters of his vena cava are robotic. If he is hit with an EMP, only the heart and brain won't be effected. His heart can be clogged fast by unclean air, which is why the mask is necessary. Power can be forced into his heart to improve his stamina and healing speed.

THE LEGS:​

Dax's legs are robotic and covered in fake skin to hide the fact. Not much is to be said apart from this, except that he can pump power into them to deliver bone-shattering kicks. Without the synthflesh, they look like this:

Spoiler: Daxim's legs

THE SPINE:​

His spine has a cortosis weave outside, with liquid on the inside. This lends him greater flexibility. When power is pumped into it, his spine allows him to become much more flexible.

THE TORSO:​

Most of Dax's stomach and chest is replaced by metal, the full extent in this can be seen in his picture above. Assume the metal travels around his body, leaving only the metal strip that signifies his spine going up to his neck. He can use this to store his power packs in the circular slot just below his pistol in the picture, which can be removed and replaced at will. He can store four packs into this, each one giving him three months on base systems, a year on compulsory and two weeks with the three power slots active. He can hold three power packs inside him and the small cylinder coming out from behind him on the left holds another two he can place into himself. When power is pushed into his torso, it is nearly invulnerable to damage and only drains power when actively attacked.

Spoiler: GEAR

His complete arsenal, plus the slug-throwing revolver seen above.
At top, his assault rifle/sub-machine gun. Effective at ranges of less than one hundred and fifty meters, semi-automatic, three round burst and full auto modes. Completely silent with a forty round clip.

His pistol is of a similar make, with only semi-auto modes and a fifteen round clip However, if the red trigger is forcefully pulled, the pistol expels all remaining bullets in one fierce torrent hard enough to strip metal hulls from most fighters.

The revolver is a slug thrower, with a six round, cyro-shooting clip. As it is fired, the bullet cools to close to minus forty (Celsius). When it hits a target, it fragments, shooting freezing shrapnel around the targets body. Ice is sometimes left in the trails of destruction, causing even more damage for a moment if the target crumples. The gun may freeze if fired too rapidly.

The next two are both the same weapon, just in different forms. The first is a powerful sniper rifle, using blaster shots and accurate at ranges of nearly one thousand two hundred meters. It has a five round magazine and can only be fired semi-automatically. The second form is used for transport and is also sometimes used as a blunt instrument. This is hard enough to sustain a lightsaber strike, as long as the blow is glancing and does not lock.

The vibroblade can be seen in the picture at the top. The blade is the same length as the hilt. Apart from this, there is little of noteworthiness here.

Finally, his flamer. Blasting a steady flame for as long as thirty seconds up to fifty feet (adjustable), Dax rarely uses this as anything more than a fire lighter.

PERSONALITY:
Dax is extremely lucky to be alive, and he knows it. He treats every day like his last, doesn't care for consequences and seems to make it his life goal to make people smile. He flirts with any female Ranger that stands too close to him for more than two and a half seconds, if only to try to make her blush or smile. He hates seeing people depressed or crying, also doubling as the closest thing the Rangers have to a therapist. Dax will not flirt with people he feel need mental help, seeing it as being possibly detrimental to their development.
One of his speech traits is that he will sometimes speak in incredibly archaic terms. This is to add humor to statements and is one of his tells while playing cards. He's bluffing if 'egads' is mentioned in the sentence.
Daxim is one of the few people who routinely make use of the Saloon's reading room for actually reading. It's the only quiet place in there. He once threatened to make the next man who noisily threw up in there that he'd force him to eat it. Someone did so less than thirty minutes later. Daxim followed through on the promise. This is where he got his nickname 'The Tin-Hearted Bastard' from. He tries to show this honesty in every day conversation, pretending that lying is a quality he does not know of, or at least, does not know how to do. He is, of course, lying about that. Quite masterfully, too.
Dax also shows a fair bit of curiosity at just about everything. From a young age, he strove to find out about things that fascinated him. The pursuit for knowledge left him intelligent in most matters, and saved his life at many points.

BIOGRAPHY:
Daxim was born in the area currently separating the Federation Republic from the Ra’Fakki in Sathad'ra on Zonju V. The tribe's reach hadn't spread that far yet, and another gang lord controlled the area. His name was Tirrafe (Tire-ray-fay). He was a young Chevin, the humanoids that serve as slaves under the massive Chev. He had slaughtered his entire household of masters and come to Zonju V, setting himself up as hired muscle. He'd gotten so good he soon had a small, well trained, well equipped mercenary band. Tirrafe then turned his attention to cybernetics, seeing them as the best hope for advancement for his gang in the city of bones.

The first bunch simply had enhancements to their muscles, making them stronger and faster. They were also implemented with control
chips; Tirrafe didn't trust them not to try and take control of his territory for themselves.

One of his top lieutenants was a man named Jakata Moray (Jax-ah-tah More-ey). He was a native to Zonju V, one of the most respected men in the area. When Tirrafe landed, Jak was the first of his men. The Moray family was the only group that Tirrafe trusted, something that Jakata knew and was thankful for. They were closer than brothers. When Jak married, Tirrafe gave him a gift that no one else would have. He gave him one wish. He could ask for anything in the galaxy, and Tirrafe would try to get it for him. Instead of asking for the planet, or the gang, or something else that would have hurt his best friend, Jak asked that Tirrafe would try to help his family in any way he could. Tirrafe bought the couple the most expensive apartment he could find and protect.

The first child was a boy, named Tintra (Tine-tra). Tintra was born strong and big, and he remained that way for the rest of his life. But he was cruel.

Daxim's notes
When my brother was eight, he caught a seven year old girl and beat her until she bled. When my father asked him why, he said that she had looked at him wrong. Tintra was my brother in blood only, I don't love him. I don't regret what I did to him.​

The second child was also born healthy. Her name was Arraina (Are-rain-ah). She was beautiful, even at a young age. But like her brother, she could be needlessly cruel.

Daxim's notes
When my sister was twelve, she met a winged woman who became her best friend... And eventually her... Well, I can't call it anything else but her mate. She was sharp, brilliant but absolutely ruthless. Like her brother, I cared little for her. And like her brother, I'd do what I had to do again and again.​

The only child that wasn't needlessly sadistic or twisted at birth was Daxim (Dax-him) Unlike his siblings, Daxim was born crippled. His legs never worked. Living up to his promise, Tirrafe made sure the boy would be cared for. Jakata was afraid of his son turning out to be like Tintra, who was nine at the time of Daxim's birth. He asked that the cybernetics that were planned not be put in place until the boy was ten. Daxim would be more caring than his siblings, whether he wanted to or not.

Daxim, as he was not able to walk, was often bored. He took to reading, learning how to at five years of age. In two years, he had the reading age of most twenty year olds. He became fascinated with life outside the City Of Bones, making it one of his lifelong goals to see the Erk'Talla Commune. He is also an expert on the Nomanii, or No-Mans.

At one stage, when Daxim was nine, his father came home. He was being hunted, his cybernetic guard nearly completely dead, Ra'Fakki hot on his heels. Tirrafe had been expanding, and the Ra'Fakki had finally put their foot down. They hunted Jak into the Mines beneath Sathrad'ra and out the other side. The one remaining guard was to carry Daxim while the family cleared out. They ran. Into the mines, trying to get away. But they weren't fast enough. The guard fell and Daxim went rolling. But the Ra'Fakki were upon them.

Jax just grabbed his children and ran. His wife tried to save Daxim. Her youngest son saw her get beheaded by a small-time tribal leader. They took Daxim alive.

For three days, they tortured him. Every few hours someone would take a picture of him and send it to Jak, along with the same message.

Hundred-thousand.

They wanted a hundred thousand credits for Daxim. His eyes were cut out, his stomach cut open. But they kept him alive. His legs were gone, useless as they were, his spine cut. But he was still alive. When Jax and Tirrafe personal led fifty of the best into Ra'Fakki territory and slaughtered the entire tribe to get to him, they found Daxim still screaming. He screamed his name, he screamed his father's name, he screamed his brother's name. He screamed for them to stop, then he screamed at them to kill him. Finally, the boy just screamed. The Ra'Fakki took no heed. He was less than a shadow of his former self. But Tirrafe had made a promise. He made good on it, too.

Daxim was given the best cybernetics money could buy. His heart was replaced, his legs now made of metal. He was given new eyes, his spine removed and replaced. His new circulatory system needed to be kept clean, so the mask was designed and fitted. He was now more than forty percent non-human, but he was in better condition then he'd ever been. Daxim was now faster, stronger and more agile than even his brother, who served as one of Tirrafe's best on the field.

He was completely self-conscious, now. Not a speck of courage in him. Dax's mind was still sharp, of course, as was his body. But he was afraid of using them.

Then his brother began to rape and kill. Cybernetically implanted, no one could stop Tintra. He was at the peak of his health, twenty two years old. His fifteen year old brother had overlooked the sadistic tendencies until this point. But when people on the street start to shake when you walk down it because of something your brother did, it's time to stop it.

Tintra was hitting more and more dangerous targets. The hated Ra'Fakki were taking the biggest beating from the Moray Hunters, as Tintra's specialized gang were known.

Daxim's notes
Tirrafe's turf was the hunting ground for my brother's gang. They were basically school bullies that never figured out that sometimes people get badly hurt. No, that's wrong. They knew. They just enjoyed it. I'm glad they're all dead.​

Daxim took a single weapon with him to face the Hunter's down. A revolver taken from his father, one that fired cryogenic rounds. His weapon of choice against the worst the City Of Bones had to offer.

He found them burning a house, the owner's screaming at them to stop. That brought back memories of a time when Daxim had been at the mercy of those he lacked the strength to stop. There were five. Four inside, one outside. He shot him in the back of the head, putting energy into his legs, chest and eyes. This allowed him to move silently, see where the bullet would truly kill the man and make him almost immune to bullets if he missed. He didn't. The revolver was extremely loud, and the sound buffeted his ears. He hoped one would be enough. But Tintra wasn't smart enough to learn.

Tintra had moved away from the family's home at this point, as had his sister. But Daxim still lived with Jak. The sadistic thing that Daxim had at one point called a brother burst in, grabbing Daxim around the throat and throwing him. The un-enhanced Jak was killed a moment later. Daxim watched, helpless, as his brother shot his father. The gun had belonged to Jak, after all. Tintra had just tried to get Daxim out of the way.

Jak fell, lifeless. Tintra just left. Daxim went to Tirrafe, told him what happened. Tirrafe immediately cut the Hunter's loose. He called forty or so of his best and went after Tintra. But the Hunters had done something more intelligent than Daxim would have given them credit for. They went into the mines.

They were followed, of course. Tirrafe's group went after them. Ten against forty. But they weren't alone down there. The Ra'Fakki, Venom... Forty became thirty after a Ra'Fakki jeep hit their lines. It blew up when one of the guys closest to it shot the gas tank. He, as well as eight others, burned to death. Another died from his wounds from where the truck had hit him.

They'd lost a quarter of their men already, and hadn't even found Tintra yet. Daxim had taken pretty much every gun he could carry. His pistol, the revolver, the sniper rifle, the assault rifle...

The Hunters finally showed their face with a cleverly placed ambush. Thirty became fourteen, the ten Hunters became eight. Tirrafe was badly wounded in this fight. Daxim scored another kill on the Hunters, hitting one in the chest with the pistol. It had broken through the armour and the heart.

Seven of them and Tintra against thirteen and a wounded Tirrafe. The Hunters were Tirrafe’s best. Against the fourteen frightened, wounded mercenaries there would be huge casualties among Dax’s side. But Tintra had to die. If he survived, he’d control the territory. No one would be safe.

So they pressed on. Daxim was getting edgy. He knew they were being watched. He didn’t know they were walking into a trap.
Eight shots were fired. Eight standing men fell. Then the onslaught began.

Daxim immediately found his brother. They didn’t bother with words. They just tried to kill each other. Daxim shot at his head, power going into his eyes, torso and heart. He needed maximum movement and accuracy, as well as defence. Tintra brought his flamethrower to the mix.

For two and a half minutes, they fought. Daxim used every one of his guns, Tintra nearly every burst from his flamer. Eventually, Daxim changed his sniper rifle to its ‘blunt instrument’ form and charged his brother. He knocked the flamer from his hands and broke his jaw. The elder brother stepped back, stunned. Daxim picked up the flamer and he used the last burst to burn his elder brother to death.
Nearly everyone was dead. Only one of the Hunters still stood, and he was so badly wounded that Daxim left him to rot. But it wasn’t the end of his troubles. Tirrafe was dead, and borders change fast on Zonju V.

His sister, Arraina, had established herself as leader in Tirrafe’s absence. Her harem, or ‘brood’, led it. Her Crystivian girlfriend had dominance, but Arraina led.

He wasted no time. He had to kill her, too. Make a clean sweep of it. Daxim was a threat, a serious one. But it took him years to finally get his chance.

For years, he hid in Sathad’ra. Tirrafe’s old lands were now Arraina’s, and she was a leader who planned to stay. She subdued every gang around her; even the mighty Ra’Fakki wouldn’t attack her gang. Mostly, it was remnants of Tirrafe’s group. But the Crystivian also brought in five of her own kind. In ten years, only one was killed, and that was by Arraina’s first.

For eight years, he jumped between groups. He worked as a mercenary in the Wastes for most of it. He learned how to kill anything out there. He never saw the Commune, though.

Arraina’s strength began to fade when Daxim was twenty two, though. She herself was twenty eight, with one Crystivian child and had begun to look for a way out. When Daxim heard of this he rushed back to the capital. Arraina was notorious for her love of gladiatorial matches; he used this to his advantage.

He planned everything. First, he poisoned three of her constant Crystavian guard. The poison would come into effect the moment he got to Arraina, if his plan worked. If it didn’t… Well, he’d have shown her she wasn’t invincible.

He went to the grounds. Hid. Waited behind her, waited for the perfect moment. She didn’t see him, he wore his cloak to conceal his face. When the guards started to fall, he charged her ‘throne’. Pulled her Vibroblade out of her sheathe and stabbed her in the shoulder. The blade went down, deep into her chest. Her heart and lungs were punctured. She was dead in moments.

A scream alerted Daxim that it wasn’t over. Hell, it had barely even begun. Her Cystivian mate smashed Daxim off his feet, sending him flying. She took off, straight up. Daxim had studied the race. Immediately, he pulled out his pistol. Not the revolver. His finger rested on the red trigger. He looked up, but couldn’t see the Crystivian. She’d kill him on the drop, he knew about that. He put power into his chest and spine, as well as his eyes. He could see her outline, now. Already on the drop.

He aimed his pistol and fired the full fifteen round power burst. The Cystivian was dead. Too late, though. Far, far too late.
Her hammer hit him so hard he nearly died on the spot. Three of the power packs inside him were destroyed, his torso nearly bent in half. Dead, he’d have thought.

But not dead. He survived, barely. The entire gladiator ring was empty by the time Smith found him. He was hardly breathing, most of his torso was destroyed and his mask was off his face. She put it back on, easing his breathing. He returned to consciousness. His advanced eyes told him his chest was in the red, along with one of his arms. He looked up and saw an angel looking down at him.

Well, not really. Pepper Smith isn’t a great beauty, but she was saving his life. She made sure he’d survive the journey and brought him back to the Saloon. He was too complicated for the engineer to fix, though. Instead, they brought him to the Erenshi. They weren’t cheap, but they did a dam good job.

When he woke up, he owed several hundred thousand credits. His families accounts emptied, and he was left with barely one thousand. One top of this, the Waste Rangers had saved his life. So, being thankful, he joined.
So that’s how he’s gotten where he is today.


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[Chairdor]

Very cool man, love how you used Zonju info, hope you have fun in the Rangers

 

[Ush]

Thanks!

 

[Wit]

The font is freaking me out for soem reason. Otherwise I lik it!

 

[Ush]

The font is freaking me out for soem reason. Otherwise I lik it!

It's just green over the normal font, with bold in there somewhere.