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SW: Galaxy
Zax
Xeth
Swing
Radilon is a blind sculptor currently working for a the son of a duke. His history is as follows:
Radilon was born blind, never seeing the light of the day. His mother was unwed and barely supported the young bastard. And as soon as he could, Radilon would take odd jobs whenever he found one that didn't require vision. But that was hard to come by. But he found a knack in sculpting, mostly from clay, but also he carved wood occaisonally. His income helped, but soon it would have to support himself alone, for his mother caught a high fever and died. But the day afterwards, a clean blindfold and a small pouch of money appeared in his dwelling, and has been almost every day after that. Radilon knows not who this mysterious benefactor is, but doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
His discription is presented here:
Radilon's vibrant red hair sparkles brightly in the sun, But it is lost upon him, for he walks with a amaizingly white blindfold upon his eyes, concealing them. He walks slowly as a small stick sways in front of him. His hands and arms have small flecks of grey on them. He is not tall, standing around 5'10, and he looks very thin. He wears ankle length trousers and a knee length tunic, belted at the waist. They are both unremarkably a dirty brown, with flecks of grey. His boots are of a simple sort, again marked with flecks of grey. Although if anyone ever sees his eyes, they show a wealth of wisdom, he is young, probably in his mid-teens.
And his greatest work is this:
A serpentine creature, grey in colour, with four legs sprouting from
it's midsection and great wings spread at it's sides. The clay so
thin that one can almost see through the wing, except for at it's muscular
bones. The serpent's mouth is gaping open, allowing one to peer into
the darkness of it's innards. His fangs bared and his forked tounge
darting, you almost jump back before he pounces. But he remains still,
his eyes slitted and his powerfull tail coiled in a spring behind him.
Along his body is a criss-crossing of scales, and his feet have long talons.
Overall he is about 2' long and has about a 2'6" wingspan. His legs
seem to be resting upon a grey rocky outcropping. On the outcropping
is a mark that resembles an eye.
Zax is the un-loved second son of the owner of a rich shipping empire.
His history is as follows:
Zax Z. Eredik, son of wealthy shipping leader Ranford Percible Eredik
the fourth. That was how the world knew him. And he wasn't
even the oldest son. He was the second. He was born on Berchest
while his parents were on vacation, but was raised on his families space
station... ignored...
During the reign of the 3rd Eredik leader, several other families were hired or conscripted to pilot or repair the Eredik's many transports. The Di'Mond's were the first. This very successfull attempt at expansion helped the Eredik family immensly.
As young Zax grew on the station, the bonds usually attached to parents and sibling, began to form to other people on the station. Darc-Di'Mond became one of Zax's best friends, while the chef Gelly Phish became a surrogate mother, watching over the young lad and trying to keep him out of trouble. Zax's drive for adventure led him to stowing away aboard the trading vessels, it was usually an un-eventful trip, but it taught the boy a thing or two about smuggling, buisness, and how to operate a ship.
It was unfortunate for the young lad that fortune picked a ship hired to go out to a lawless land on the outer rim and bring back a doctor, hired for a time to spend a small corp of medics the basics and a few to apprentice in the field of medicine. In his travels to this small world the young boy gained a glimpse of barbarism and voilence that his young life had not seen to this extent...yes there was talk of it, but never the evidence of such so vividly offered to his young eyes. It was the trip back that brought the Master Medic and the boy close as much was discussed and explained.
He stayed with the Erediks for two years, teaching as he was hired to
do, but he also took a special interest in the children. Zax's father called
his teachings subversive and weak, but for all this he did get the children
a greater understanding of several languages and cultures for which the
trading business prospered. In the end though, when his duties were done,
the Erediks were glad to see him go....except for the young boy he had
grown fond of. Leaving him with one of his extravagant hair beads, to remember
him by, Vori promised that they would meet again someday. For the last
several years, Vori has been running a clinic of sorts on Tat. He is weathy
in his own right, not extremely so but enough to live comfortably and work
as a mediator between the gang wars on the streets.
His discription is presented here:
A tall slender man, standing
shy of 2 meters. His eyes are blue, and he has fiery red hair. He walks
with arrogance, not seeming to care, or even see what is happening around
him. His voice is musical, but often condescending. In spite of all this,
he is starting to come down to the real world. He often carries a smile
for what seems like no reason at all. He also stops to smell the proverbial
roses on occasion. His stride is still puposefull and haughty, but bits
of softness show through.
He wears a nice, buttoned,
collared, white, silk shirt. While his pants are of a contrasting black,
and also silk. He also wears a light jacket, more for style than protection
from the elements. The jacket is a white silk, matching his shirt, and
is usually unbuttoned. There are several pockets on the inside of the jacket.
His feet are covered with dress shoes, made from some unknown leather.
All his clothes are in the best of condition and finely pressed.
And recently he did this:
After meeting Darc-Di'Mond
again, he was offered a partnership in a startup shipping company, and
now he works to make that company grow.