~Appearance~
Standing 5'8'' and weighing roughly 155 Lbs, Dacer is a physically adept male with a relatively average figure. His upper body is broad, indicative of his mastery with his bow, but there is no clear sign that he ever keeps the rest of his body in shape. Although he isn't hefting on extra weight, his muscle mass is not clearly apparent, even in his arms, despite his athleticism and agility.
His face is littered with sharp features; from his pronounced, triangle jawline, to his almond, deep set eyes. His mouth is wide, thin-lipped, and sits in perfect alignment with his nose. His eyebrows are thin, but grown thick enough to put emphasis on his expressions, especially when they're accenting his Bright green iris' that nearly overwhelm the darkness of his pupils. All of his features are locked in place with a shaggy head of dirty-blonde hair that usually falls into a subtly erratic fashion. Sometimes it's hard to tell if he takes care of himself and strives for beauty, but regardless of what people think, he really doesn't, nor does he care.
Dacer usually wears a pastel red, half-torn cloak over the top half of his body. It wraps around his shoulders and revealed most of his arms, stopping just below his belly button. To cover up to rest of his body, He wears a pair of ragged shorts the hang just below his right knee, and slightly above his left. He could give or take foot-ware, but he'll put on just about anything that's comfortable and easy to move in, as long as they don't look stupid.
Some other defining features are two massive scars along his right knee, and his right elbow. The scar along his knee runs perpendicular to his leg, and is usually covered by the shorts he wears, as his right pant-leg is longer than the other. His elbow-wound however, is clearly visible, and looks more like something piercing through it and exited through the other side. Neither of these wounds seem to affect the way he carrier himself, but they never show any sign of disappearing.
~Name~
Dacer Gaiaco
~Age~
25
~Brand~
Body, Below the nape of his neck.
~Weapon~
Dacer is naturally capable of summoning a longbow, etched out of a pastel green wood, with every rune of Yim covering the width of its back and face, except for Body. Using this bow, Dacer can manifest magic in the form of a vast array of ethereal arrows, all mimicking the elements of nature. Unlike most magic users however, he is bound by the rules of nature. Typically though, he uses this bow to fire rays of condensed light that come in varying degrees of intensity. Common abilities include the use of weather-like effects, like creating clouds, miniature quakes, and plants, or outright expulsion of raw energy, like fire and electricity.
The bow itself cannot be separated from Dacer's grasp, otherwise it will disappear. There is a significant cool down between when Dacer can re-summon his bow, however, ranging from 30 seconds, to 10 minutes, depending on his level of exhaustion. The bow itself can break, but will disappear in a similar fashion if this happens. Without it, Dacer's control over his Body rune is not nearly efficient enough for combat. Instead, he uses it to run away until his bow is ready for use again.
The capabilities of his bow remain unknown to even him, but in terms of straight-up combat, it is his only option. He is not trained in hand to hand combat, does not possess overwhelming strength, and cannot use other weapons very effectively. He can use normal bows, but strongly prefers not to, and does not carry arrows, or a second bow with him.
~Faction~
Wanderer
~Personality~
Rash, head-strong, and arrogant, Dacer is the portrait of a jackass who thinks and works only for himself. At least, that's what he likes to project to the masses. At his core, he is overcome by a strict set of morals that drive his each and every move, forcing him to act at times when he actually wouldn't want to. Whether he's driven to do the right thing or not, Dacer is unpleasant to be around. If you threaten his pride, he'll snap back immediately to assert his social dominance. Nobody is safe from his harsh words, not even his closest companions, as few as they may be.
All that being said, he's emotionally fickle, if not already obvious by his overwhelming sense of justice. His insecurities range severely, from his strength, to his inexperience with women, to his ignorance on magical teachings. Dacer is an idiot that survives on pure instinct alone. He may as well be an animal, since he has no regard for common courtesy, or any social trends whatsoever. He does and says what he wants, when he wants. If things don't go his way, he's outta there faster than you can say green-eyed-jackass.
~Background~
"What background? Who the fuck are you? Fuck off!"
Seriously, what background? As far as Dacer knows, he's an orphaned human with a magical bow and a talking cat that nobody else can understand. Really. That's it.
Dacer's origins go way farther back than he can really remember. His amnesia stretches behind the time when he received his two scars, his bow, or his animal companion. Since the age of 16, he really hasn't has a clue as to where he was from, how he got to where he is, or why he does anything he does. It's probably why he's such a major ass-hole about everything, to everyone.
Dacer has spent most of his time wandering the world. Not really in search of anything. For some reason, he doesn't actually care all that much about his lost memories. He's just... Living. He steals, fights, and performs unintentionally heroic feats for anyone that he comes across who appears to be in need of his help. He's a chaotic anti hero, and everyone loves those guys. Not.
His reputation never carries through wherever he goes. Dacer makes as sure of this as he can by following through with his attitude so that anyone who finds themselves grateful to him, immediately despises his guts moments afterwards. He always hoped it would prevent anyone from spreading 'heroic tales' about his accidental feats, instead leaving behind a story more akin to 'this one ass hole kinda saved us last week, but I sorta wish it was someone else?" Yeah, something like that. That sounds cooler. Unfortunately, Dacer never really had any control over what people said about him. As far as he knows, he could be a famous hero, an infamous douche-nozzle, or just some nobody who shows up sometimes and makes a racket.
His most recent exploits put him somewhere in Kokotha. The usual applies. He's bored, he's hungry, and his cat won't shut up about the 'greater good' or 'Gaia' whatever the hell that is.
~Other~
Dacer's pet cat, Tiger! He's a little green tabby-cat with stripes identical to a Tiger's. To most, he's just a weird green cat, but to Dacer, he's his best friend, and probably the only living thing that he respects. Tiger is as agile as any other cat, but far more intelligent.
Dacer can speak with animals, including Tiger, but most of them don't have anything interesting to say. Y'know, because they're stupid animals.
It's rumoured that looking straight into his beautiful green eyes can inflict you with terminal brain cancer. This is of course, just a myth. It kind of irritates him.
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