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[icon]Jokk Dunaxii[/icon] [color=yellow][b]Name[/b][/color][color=cyan]:[/color] [color=orange][b]J[/b]okk [b]A[/b]jax [b]D[/b]unaxii[/color]
[color=cyan][b]R[/b]ank:[/color] [color=red][s][b]Outcast[/b][/s][/color] [color=red][b]C[/b]orporal[/color]
[color=orange]Service Number[/color][color=red]:[/color] [color=green][b]IGC-101-5773-2355[/b][/color]

[color=red]A [color=white]Whiteshield[/color].[/color]

[color=green]This is the term given to the young Guardsman, even from birth. His family the owners of a prosperous trading company, even in the time of the Imperium of Man, his father had diverged from the path given to him and joined with the Imperial Guard, the main fighting force that delivers righteous fury in the name of the Emperor. While on duty his father, already married and with a child, was stationed to a distant feral world. Gone for 4 years, his loving wife was horrified to find her husband at her door, with a child in his hands. A son. A bastard. An illegitimate heir to the Dunaxii families company and wealth, and a threat to the very blood line of the entirety of house Dunaxii.

From that day on his fate was decided, at the age of 14 the fair Jokk would be conscripted into the Guard to be another faceless warrior in the cog of war, to be another piece of ammunition in this cruel game of fate, and when finally dead to be only a forgotten mistake of his father promiscuous service. He now lives his life in service to the Imperium, having survived a mighty 4 years in a job where the average life expectancy for recruits, let alone Whiteshields, is only 21 seconds.

He rose quickly through the ranks, reaching Corporal only to be stopped by what he is. For even now, in the 41st millennium, bastards are the lowest of the low, or as he nicknamed himself and the rest of his squadron. The cannon fodder, for the cannon fodder.[/color][/collapse]
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[indent][collapse=OOC Stuff]Okay, so this little box here is just for me so I can speak to you and address some things. Firstly, with the box above being about the Daemon Cyn, I know this is high heresy in the 40K lore. Jokk would probably have his head splatted against the wall for it. With this in mind, most times if you see Jokk alone (or in RPs unless you request her), Cyn will not appear. She's played by another person on the site who has their on schedule and characters so it would take a bit of organizing to have such an event happen.
Second thing to address is kinks, and this is something that isn't so important but it's nice to be read. Just because something is in the maybe list doesn't mean I wont do it, I'm open to that stuff just... let me know before hand. NO IS NO, there is nothing to be discussed there. [sub]Unless I really really like you.[/sub][/collapse][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/collapse]

[collapse=The Battle for Meterix and current affairs.]
Jokk has finally broken free of the shackles that was the Whiteshield, under personal recommendation of his Commanders. He's current regiment is with the 4th Cadian Light Infantry, a group of soldiers equipped for a single purpose, scouting. Every man in this regiment has been picked due to their agility and eyes, for how they navigate the land with deliberate and quick steps, no matter the environment. He and the men around him are deployed first, the foundation layers for the operations to come, plunging deep into enemy lines in small, ten man units to chart, follow and mark out entire enemy positions and patrol routes. Attack is the always last option.

Little did Jokk know of course, stuck here in the endless deserts with his affectionately named 'Desert Hounds' he would be faced with a newer challenge, one greater then any rebel rabble or jabbering heretic. The Inquisition had taken a rather unusual keen interest in the affairs of the inhabiting locals and their Cadian protectors, more and more shipments of those precious gems simply disappearing in thin air with each day passing. A party was sent down, headed by Inquisitor Deremis the plan was simple, do what the Cadians could not. Of course it being the Inquisition, using subtlety and subterfuge to their advantage the operation was a success, and Jokk having a front row seat to it all as his platoon was added on as planetary escort.

However by the end, with Jokk and his troopers ready to finally be rid of the horrid world of endless days struck, quite literally, with a new job. An Acolyte serving under the ever loyal and extravagant Inquisitor with her entourage, serving as a forward scout in her personal retinue. A new day, a new chapter in the small novella of his life, but the same job. Only now with a mark of the Inquisition at his hip, and with the freedom it gives. Things certainly are going to get interesting for the boy in khaki.[/collapse]

[collapse=Other Jokks/Crossovers.]

Ok so I love a good crossover and I'm pretty much a fan of most sci-fi and fantasy settings so I would be willing to do a crossover in pretty much any setting. Still though, if they're not your thing then here's a couple of 'Alt Jokks' that could be chosen from if you wish.

[collapse=Generic Fantasy Jokk]
A set of worn leathers, passed down from man to son, a mighty steel blade emblazoned with the runes and carvings of his dead house. These are Jokks companions on his quest through this world. Not for gold, nor for glory, but for survival and companionship. Whether that is all achieved is another question. [url=http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1961032]Nefarious Elves[/url] of both Dark and light nature, [url=http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=322829]Brutish Orcs[/url] who care only for their clan. Maybe even his own fellow men, all are possible dangers, or great friendships. Maybe even love?

Join Jokk on his quest to find who he is in this world, or be the one to try and stop him. All are welcome to interfere for better or for worse. Tackle him in an effort to make him yours through a heated encounter, wrangle him beside the very dirt path and rut his hips into the ground or a nearby tree. A chance encounter at a brothel to take his innocence, or maybe even royalty offering Jokk a deal he can’t refuse. He does have his vices however, little chinks in his mental armour that can be exploited. A love for women holding a bosom he can drown his face in, an arse to boot as well, the desire to do whatever he can to rebuild his family and name. These are the things he secretly desires. Will you bring them to the forefront as a way to shame him, or will you join him in these endeavours willingly.

[b]Looking for females (and maybe the odd shemale/Femboy, though you have to be very convincing.) to join Jokkers on his somewhat lewd adventure! Kinks involved are breeding, Breast and ass play, light romance and even group scenes![/b]

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[collapse= (WIP) Freeblade Dunaxii]

Upon the never ending forests of Duraci, a Knight world on the very fringes of the Imperium, House Dunaxii held a firm grip over most of the northern operations and supply depots, giving water and food to most of the worlds populace in exchange for lenient (In comparison to rival houses) working conditions and hours. This however did not seem to hold back any of the rage held deep within the bowels of the locals, a deep seated hatred brewing in the habs and hives of the world and before long it was open revold. Death came swift for most houses within the northern parts of the world, Jokk being the second prince to his house he could only sit in orbit from the the seat of his Warden class Imperial Knight, titled 'Umbra', as his house, the very foundation of his home and his bloodline, one of those that could be traced to Terra itself, burned to ashes. The world of course was promptly recaptured, but still, all that was left was him and his Brother Glex and he was off serving on some distant desert world, reinforcing the Guard stationed there.

Jokk took the same route, this time as a Freeblade. Having no descendants of heirs left, and with no home there simply was no such thing as 'House Dunaxii' anymore, a name for the books and soon for words and then for nothing as the passage of time took it's cruel toll on them. Through strife and with dignity the young Noble aligned himself with a battle group made primarily of the Legions from Cadia and now he travels this vast galaxy in the hopes of either finding his brother to reunite the last of his house, or to start anew, and once more bring honor to his name.[/collapse]

[collapse=Shadowrun Jokk]

Born in 'The Smoke', the nickname given to the proud city of London, Jokk was one of the few who could escape the low lying smog that had settled in the historic streets. His family affluent, mother and father both prominent lawyers (and fair ones at that) had taught him well, saying that he needed to be fair in life if he wanted the same treatment. Some saw this as a weakness of course, kindness is just not given away in this new age of magic and power, but still it was something that would stick with Jokk for 16 years of his like. Until it happened of course. Unbeknownst to Jokk, his brother had gotten himself into the running business, working for corps and agencies in a tactical war of espionage and destruction and worked mostly in the shadows, and it had landed Jokk and his family in hot water.

Coming home from college one day, Jokk found both of his parents corpses strewn across the table and peppered with bullet holes, both of them slaughtered in a brutal display of violence. Of course Jokk ran, going as fast as he could with the tears blocking his eyes as paranoia set in finally. He did this for 2 years, working with his brother Glex and his crew as the man who found the jobs and sorted the emails that came in. An errand boy, who made the tea and kept things in order until he finally had enough. He had no intention of living out his days as a runner like Glex, searching tirelessly for the corp who murdered their parents. So one day, he left, grabbed a bag and found a small box apartment that he could live on, working on scraps and whatnot.

Now he just tries to get by, doing jobs when he can and still staying away from anything runner related. That's hard of course, it runs in the family and well, he still does receive the odd package from Glex to show that he still cares. A sad life, lonely by nature and on that he's gotten used too. Still, it would not take much for him to be put on the trail again, to find a piece of evidence or even a contact that could lead him, so what will it be this time to mess his life up once more.[/collapse]

[collapse=Mass Effect]
With a rather typical London attitude, Jokk grew up with a Mother that gave as much affection humanly possible, and a Father who taught him right from wrong since the day he was born. Top this off with an older Brother, the Dunaxii household was a hectic, beautiful mess of personalities and ethics, arguments quickly rising and devolving within minutes over a cup of tea, or a plate of hot food. At the time of the Reaper invasion and following battle of London, Jokk and his family were lucky enough be out of the city at the time of the first attack, staying with relatives in a secluded country side and only being able simply watch in horror as their home, their country and the city the loved and adored was torn to pieces and became an symphony of death in the musical that was the conflict.

When the dust settled, and the Reapers fell, Jokk and his family returned to find their home in ruins, and the Dunaxii's were forced to live in one of the many camps set up after the conflict that held refugees and survivors. For 4 months they lived there, getting by day to day as they rebuilt the remains of their home, and as the days turned into weeks, which turned further into more months life started to return to normal. Miraculously, none of his family had died, every member of the family was staying with him during his visit out of the city, so for a time the Dunaxii's were one of the few that could hold up the banner of being not utterly ruined by the war.

Though one afternoon, his life would break apart yet again as the universe had a cruel habbit of taking a direct turn for the worse. As he entered the newly rebuilt apartment complex that was his new home, portfolio of Art in his arms that was the result of a long days work at his college, Jokk came home to a sight he would never forget. Blood, Gore, broken windows and the gutted remains of his Mother and Father as they sat there on the sofa, shredded by Rifle fire as they watched the afternoon news. Receiving a message on his Omni-tool to get out of there, his Brothers hurt and bleeding image before him urging him to go, it would only be later on that he would find out that his parents had borrowed money from the wrong people in an effort to move into the brand new housing quicker, and when the time to pay came around the family threatened to rat them out, to expose the thugs to the officials in the hopes on not being stooped in uncountable debt.

So Jokk did the only thing he could at that time, he listened to his Brother for the first time in his life and ran.

With gangs of unknown description hot on his heels, Jokk quickly tried to hide where he could, living with friends for a week or two before he spot the same few men and women searching indiscriminatingly. He didn't know if they were the gang, nor did he want to find out as the paranoia coursing through his veins drove him from spot to spot for around 2 months, until with the last of his cash he bribed his way onto the nearest starship, it being a cargo freighter bound for Illium. Perfect in his mind, anyone searching for him (Especially street thugs) wouldn't have the cash nor time to get on a trip that far away, and even then why would they think he was there? The Dunaxii's had no links on the trade planet, so no one in their right mind would bother even looking out of London. So squashed in between the crates and containers, with a bottle of water and a nutrition bar in his pocket he set out with one goal in mind. To finally be free from this place, and the memories it held for him.

It was on this ship that he would seal his fate once again, and in similar fashion to his Parents, though not with the demise that came with. As he hid away and the ship docked, his thin form squashed between the crates and cargo of the vessel, he was discovered by an Asari, a tail and well groomed one at that, and with his hands tied behind his back and with his arse firmly seated in a chair he would also find out that she was the owner of the ship so graciously had hopped on, a Ms. Maar T'kazor.
She informed him that she was an Information Broker on Illium, and furthermore that the ship he was on was carrying goods and items for her use. Jokk was now in a sticky situation, he was tied to a chair with an Asari threatening to call some form of authority on him unless he paid off the debt he caused when he took up room in the holds of her ship. He was so caught up in his thoughts of self deprecation that he didn't even see the wicked grin form on her face, before she struck him a deal. Work for her, as an Aid and Assistant until his costs were paid off fully, and considering how small he was it wouldn't take that long, so he quickly accepted rather then be shipped back to Alliance space.

So now he's here under the guise of her command, working with her day to day and even enjoying it, his life changing so drastically over the past year that he it's only now that he's had time to sit down, and truly think over what has happened to the student, now turned fugitive.

Things have moved on for the lad. Moving houses, switching jobs and in general meeting people. He's doing his best at establishing himself on the fresh world of Illium now that the debt owed to his previous employer is now gone. Moving away from her tutorship he applied to work as an apprentice accountant for a Ms Serricia Roxum at the fine pornographic establishment that is Xenorotica. This isn't by choice of course, done with the dirty dealings of information selling Jokk needed to get out and find a new, fresh light. And with that came with sending a resume/CV to every conceivable application, Xenorotica being the first to actually accept him for an interview.

After landing and bagging that deal he was quick to find a new place to move into. He was done living alone, the solitude that came with living in ones own space, only seeing the same person, not speaking or conversing with his fellow man was eating away at him. The desire and craving for contact other than work and the odd hug and night out with his former boss was there and it was growing strong, so in a fit of disparity he searched for Flat and Apartment shares. It was here that he met his new 'roomies' as he'd go on to call them. Two Asari that would have the most profound effect on his lift, two women that would help shape his views, and help him become the man he is in this moment. Orieanna Pulkrip and Enossa Bontess. These two mercenaries, first and foremost, were intimdating. People who dealt in thunder and death, the latter being some Jokk had heard whispers of during his time within the the Information trade. It was frightening knowing that he was living with killers now, women who had no problem butchering those who were stronger than him... but they were nice. Pleasent even, even if Enossa teased him a bit too much in the beginning. He was making friends, establishing himself with Roomie's he didn't mind and even grew to enjoy the company of. His life was turning around for the better and it seemed as the days ticked on by he was growing more and more not into a new person, but the lad he once was.

Nowadays he flicks between Illium and Omega, working for Serricia closely and watching her finances after a recent promotion to her Accountant and Joint Assistant, while at the same time rendezvousing with his other boss, Dragonus Roxum (while also being a spy for him to make sure his Mate doesn't spend too much money on sets and props that are no longer needed). He's adjusting fairly well, and it will only be the future ahead of him to show what can happen from hear on out.
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