Jaeden Crow

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Forsaken Crow wrote:Name:Jaeden Crow
Epithet: The Forsaken Crow
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race:Human
Sexuality:Straight

Affiliation: Revolutionary
Occupation: Weapon Master

Appearance:

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Hair Color: Obsidian Black
Skin Tone: Pale White
Height: Six feet and one inch
Weight: One hundred and ninety pounds

Personality: Jaeden appears to be a very quiet man who doesn't say very much letting his actions speak for him over words. His way of carrying himself has a strange alluring nature to it. His rather simple and calm outlook on things let him examining things through a good perception his silent nature seems to of granted him. Jaeden seems to hide many things beneath his silent surface, some tying into a wound that has yet to fully heal.  But beneath all of it he's a nice man who would put another person before himself. Willing to fight for freedoms that others may not, though he doesn't often vocalize this. Jaeden shows it through his actions instead of his words letting his rather complex personality hide the layers that seem to be much like the ocean. Deep and mysterious he's likely to save a Marine one day and a Pirate the next, he doesn't judge sides or believe in anything but the right path. Jaeden has walked it in his mind for as long as he can remember.

Likes: He likes honest people, those that don't hide from themselves. Despite the fact he hides from himself, Jaeden seems to value those who understand their path in life. He enjoys playing his melodies that few others have been able to do. Jaeden can play most any instrument that one can fathom and playing them brings him a sense of joy. His favorites include the Violin, Piano, and the flute. Their is a feeling one gets when a room goes silent letting the music carry them, this is the absolute best feeling to him. His silent nature doesn't hide his musical talent, Jaeden has a good voice within his silent nature able to sing. Though he never really does he hums melodies sometimes when thinking or plays his instruments as he begins. Jaeden treasures most of all the journey he is on and the people he runs into. Each adventure is one worth taking when you meet new people.  

Dislikes: Jaeden dislikes cowards, people who won't reach for the world before them. He hates traitors as well, those who betray their families and friends deserve no mercy. Nor would they ever get any from the Forsaken Crow the man doesn't show mercy to those who would sell children to save themselves. Jaeden's dislike is rather evident because he will attack them without question, they are people who deserve to suffer pain for the pain they cause others. Only on rare exceptions does he not voice or show his contempt for traitors. Jaeden hates his family, the Crows were a close nit family and his father and mother sold him into slavery in the South Sea. Jaeden's sister and brother died there and for that he has never forgiven nor let go the fact he will kill his parents someday.

Motivations: He has many motivations, he strives to become the greatest Musical talent the world has ever known.  But more exists beyond that, he desires to see both his parents die from his tonfas. Jaeden also wishes to enjoy many journeys and see what the world has to offer. How will he do it is never been a question, he'd sail on a plank of wood if need be. Jaeden's fearless resolve to see the adventure of life is something that many could call insane. But for him it's the world's greatest form and he can only hope to see the rainbow bridge at the end. Jaeden does pride himself on martial skills and wishes to improve, he has no illusion of himself being great. As Jaeden unlike most knows the world to be a big place, thus he hopes to study and grow strong as well. Whatever comes of it so long as his goals are achieved and he is true to himself while doing it. Jaeden the Forsaken Crow of the Crows will be happy.

Fears: Jaeden fears the same thing he's always feared, his parents and betrayal. Being betrayed again has made him close up and hide away what was to be open. The pain of being sold by his parents with his brother and sister left a wound no one has closed up. His heart has been closed and guarded more than any Navy Base on this planet. His very nature of being silent is contrast to his once happy and kind nature. He fears not being able to save those he wishes to do so, Jaeden even more than that. Fears himself, for he knows a darkness exists in his heart. Something evil and tormenting that he cannot place his finger on. But he fears this unknown darkness within his heart, this drive to kill without caring.

Behavior/Habits: Jaeden seems to keep quiet often playing his choice of instruments. He often sits himself away from people mostly due to his fear of being betrayed, often playing for a room or perhaps himself. He doesn't seem to connect well with others or act socially. This way of acting is something that has kept his heart guarded and the shield around his heart constant. The keeping of this object lets him continue to be himself, his behavior and habits reflect his fears and even the things he enjoys more than anything.  Jaeden tries his best to remain a mystery to people that know him, not wishing to let people in ever again. The dark cloak of the void seems the only route to go.  Someday perhaps someone will come to save him someday perhaps he will find that freedom. Jaeden seems to go extremely quiet when thinking.

History: Jaeden was born to Magnus and Elizabeth, two high society members from the West Blue. They were friendly and good parents, but they had a habit that would make them into cruel people. They were gamblers and ended up gambling away their three children into slavery in the North Blue. This was simply their poison that got into their system, Jaeden's memory of them is foggy at best as he barely was out of the crib. His brother and sister took lashings that would of been his as a baby, allowing him to grow up. He learned from watching his surroundings, this was a cold world and his owners were cold people. The years went by Jaeden was taught to play musical instruments of many forms he seemed to pick them up quickly. His mother and father he heard from them often had cleaned up their act and moved on. Jaeden started practicing with weapons he designed of wood himself. Studying how people fought, watching the guards to this place often. He would spend years doing this training making sure his body and plan were in place.

His brother and sister were unaware of their brothers firm resolve to see them free. He hid it well as he grew older, he wanted to shoulder the burden and be the one to see them free. But sadly it wasn't to be one of the guards framed his sister and brother for a crime they never committed and both were executed. However after the event happened the next night Jaeden disappeared, the guards later found seven guards killed by blunt trauma to their bodies. At the age of ten he was able to fight grown men due to his harsh training and studying. He had done it since he was seven years old. Spending three entire years to his studies of using the weapons known as Tonfa's. Fighting was different but his brother had helped him learn about fighting without knowing. Jaeden had watched his brother being trained to be a guard, his mind filled in the blanks letting him learn where to strike and use his height to his advantage.

Upon defeating the seven guards he stumbled through the woods his eyes burning red, the tears hadn't stopped flowing since he got away. Escaping the world was his only choice, he found a piece of wood. It looked like a raft almost, he would ride this out of the place. Jaeden was picked up by a merchant vessel, they tended to the wounds and starvation he had. For it they provided him with a violin and he played songs for them. Helping the works keep calm and even using it to put the Captain to sleep at times when he asked. Jaeden was later dropped off on an Island back in the West Blue. From here he spent the rest of his years performing as a musician and training his skills as a strong warrior. He didn't know if his skills within the musical world would help him become a better fighter. But he knew it put food on the table thus he needed to do it.  And slowly time slipped onward, destiny unfolded and the journey continued.