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Prince Jasher Thrax

Sometimes I dream of the sea. When I do, I feel truly at peace. Even if the water is dark and the waves rough, I am ready. I will sail.

Social Rank: 3
Concept: Thraxian Stalwart
Fealty: Thrax
Family: Thrax
Gender: male
Marital Status: single
Age: 30
Birthday: 8/10
Religion: Pantheon
Vocation: Noble
Height: tall
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: blue
Skintone: bronzed

Description: As the quintessential son of Thrax, Jasher maintains all but perfect mastery over his expressions and physical motions. People see only what he allows them to see, with rare exceptions. There is not an ounce of spare flesh on his lean frame, the sailor's life having shaped a raw, rangy figure into corded strength and athleticism. He is more inclined to frown than smile, but in those rare moments when mirth is unshackled, it touches his eyes: deep, pale beryl, sharp and intelligent framed by dark, well-defined eyebrows. Light stubble accentuates his strong jawline and frames a bold, straight nose that enhances the character of his face.

Personality: Jasher is a conservative man whose taciturn nature has on more than one occasion misrepresented him as witless or arrogant. Those who have expended the time and energy to know him better are treated to a more conversant side of him, one that is somewhat more willing to dispense with his private thoughts and muted, albeit genuine, feelings. His sense of humor is dry, obscured beneath a mask of composure that makes his occasional quip all the more unexpected, and perhaps even more difficult to read. The prince is a layer of impassive control over a hot core of passionate energy that manifests more readily - and creditably - on the battlefield. A fierce warrior, by the book officer and proficient sailor, the prince prefers an active, regimented life and finds himself restless and discontented when separated from structure. In almost all situations, he is unlikely to yield up to a moment's recklessness unless otherwise pushed to the edge, in the absence of any other option.

Background: As the youngest born to a lesser branch of the Thrax family tree, Jasher is far removed from the line of succession. In the aftermath of his parents' execution for treason, he and his four siblings were placed under the protection of their dictatorial grandfather, Donrai Thrax, the late Prince of Maelstrom. Living under his watchful eye meant deriving relief at being overlooked as often as he was, and ultimately contributed to the development of his sharp observational skills and appreciation for structure and certainty. He was more or less left to his own devices, free to discover for himself where he fit into the family and world at large so long as he did not shame his house in the process.

One day, at the ripe age of thirteen, Jasher slipped his house guards in disguise and enlisted to become a cabin boy aboard a trade vessel. Isles lords taking to sailing is hardly unusual, but the prince was far too young, and did so without the explicit approval of his grandfather. When he was eventually located and retrieved, Donrai considered what ought to be done about it. Rather than punish Jasher for his impetuousness, he decided that if the boy would chase the salt so ardently, he should give himself to it in full, but the proper way. Thereafter, he was provided hands-on training aboard a ship so long as he agreed to keep out of trouble and tend to his studies. Each job well done was rewarded with additional opportunities, and in time he grew to be an exceptional sailor and respected leader. While many of his family members moved to Arx upon reaching adulthood, Jasher was justly putting pirates to the sword aboard his own ship, the Sea Drake. What little time he spent ashore was shared with books or family, rarely with strangers. Societal pressures and constraints inherent to nobility have always frustrated him. The prospect of marriage was approached as a grim duty he'd someday be expected to fulfill, yet while there has been no shortage of eligible women, he has never shown an interest in courting them. He rarely entertains romantic overtures in general, but it is common knowledge that he is strictly attracted to men.

Over the years, strong familial ties and lasting friendships inevitably sank their deep hooks into Jasher, and those long periods spent away grew fewer and farther between.Threats of all forms bid him return to support and defend House Thrax and The Compact at large. He is a veteran of the Gyre War, Silent War, the Lodge and the Battle of Pieros Bay. He returned to Arx at a most auspicious time, on the eve of the sacking of Bastion, and the cusp of yet another series of bloody conflicts.

Relationship Summary


Frenemy:
Family:
  • Sorrel - You fight as you sing: with all your heart and soul. I respect that as I respect you.
  • Natasha - Within you, intelligence intersects with initiative and begets Thrax‚Äôs principal aegis.
  • Galen - As my favorite cousin, it is fitting you should be the one most unlike me in every way.
  • Denica - Empathetic, impish and unique. May you grow but never change.
  • Cassima - We have always been close for our likeness of temperament and mutual interests.
  • Victus - The rightful High Lord of the Mourning Isles. I'd give all to insure your claim.
  • Alarissa - Our friendship thrives in quiet moments spent in each other's company.
  • Romulius - Thrax in name, family through demonstration. I trust you with my life.

  • Sibling:
  • Lilith - I will not forget your fierce spirit and the unwavering loyalty paid to Astarrea, to the bitter end.
  • Remi - Rest in peace, brother, as you never had in life.
  • Leonidas - Wherever the open sea carried you, I hope you are content.

  • Acquaintance:
  • Alantir - We appear to have been cut from a similar cloth.

  • Deceased:
  • Brigid - I do not know how it happened, or why, but I'm certain you faced your death honorably.
  • Domonico - You lived a warrior's life, you deserved a warrior's death.

  • Ally:
    Friend:
  • Zoey - You possess some otherworldly ability to calm my tempestuous spirit; the stillness in my sails.
  • Mabelle - There is so much more to you than meets the eye.
  • Lucita - Few people care for me the way you do. Fewer would go as far as you've gone to express it.
  • Orland - Brave, adaptable and modest in the excess. Knighthood suits you well.
  • Cesare - You are the calm before a storm, and then the storm itself.
  • Aleksei - Our friendship has endured time apart and ideological differences. I am all the better for it.

  • Enemy:
  • Dagon - This rebellion you helm is the last gasp of a dying way of life. And it will die with you.

  • Protege:
  • Yuri - You may credit me for it, but every measure of growth you've experienced was all your own doing.
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