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Daks’ emotions often control his actions and he is quick to act, but he is tactical and quick thinking. While always ready with a quick joke and a laugh among his friends, Daks can be very serious in times of conflict. Daks is fiercely loyal to those he loves, and there is no one who he loves more than his family. As for his friends, he tries his best to care for his teammates whenever possible, even risking self-harm. But his place is on the outskirts of the skirmish. He will do his best to stay alive for the sake of his family.

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Coming in at 6.1 Daks is thin and muscular. He looks wound as tight as his bowstring and his eyes are a vibrant pale blue. He's nearly nineteen, but he looks older for his age, and has a fair amount of stubble which looks to be the start of a rugged beard (which doesn't hurt). His most distinctive feature are his metallic forearms (which reach to just short of the elbow, and are wrapped in cloth and the wears thin leather gloves over his hands). They shine in the light and during a storm you can feel static coming off them from almost a foot away.

When Daks La'furn was a young boy of only 14, he and his family were traveling from town to town, as they often did. His father was a merchant and provided for his family by selling goods, and any Numenera they could easily salvage. His father did his best to take care of Dak and his two twin girls. Their mother had died giving birth to the twins, and Daks' father was to broken hearted to ever find another. He did, however, make a decent living, and they were happy for a time. Until, one night, long after the twins had stopped whispering secrets to one another, and the weight of the day had taken its toll. Night had settled on the land with a stillness that, to this day Daks can remember, and out of that silence came a terrible storm. By the time they had stepped out of the small cart they called home, the Espron which pulled it were whipped into a frenzy. Daks father had to shout to be heard over the wind, but Daks did as his father said and rushed the girls into a nearby cave. The cave looked to be the remnants of a once mighty ship, having crashed long ago. Dak rushed his sister inside while his father worked with the Espron, trying his best to lure them and their home under the safety of an overhanging cliff face.The wind grew louder and there came a noise unlike anything Daks had ever heard.

By the time Daks saw what was coming by the faint light of his fathers glow orbs, the cart, the Espron, and his father had been swept away. Pulled apart in so many different directions by the fabled Iron Wind. Of course Daks had heard rumors of the Iron Wind, but it was just an old wives tale he thought. A fairy tale used to keep children from wandering to far from home. But there he stood, facing the chaos of a god, with nothing but his fear and his will to steel himself. He tried to pull the door of the ancient cave shut, but it was old and there was no handle. Looking to his sisters Daks new that he had had no choice. There was no time for anything else. He wrapped his fingers around the cold synth door and pulled with all his might against the strength of the wind, nearly crushing his fingers in the process. Then it happened. A pain like he had never experienced in all of his life crashed over him. Where his smashed fingers once where, there was nothing but fire. He could feel his hands being ripped apart over and over again. Through the door it spread, up his fingers and hands it spread, into his arms till he could no longer tell where the pain ended and he began. Lightning reached down like the hand of god and crashed into the ancient ship, rippling through its once great outer shell and into Daks. He saw the flash, but could not feel its burn. Blackness followed.

He awoke some days later in the arms of his sisters. His throat was dry, and the light burned his eyes. He could hear the chatter of voices. Looking around he saw a small group of nomads who had been using the cave as shelter. After the lightning struck they had managed to pull him away and shut the door. "You saved us" said an elderly man with a leg made of synth. In the man’s hands were food and drink. Daks reached out for the cup but reeled at the sight of his own arms. They shone in the sun with a silver, shining pale blue. They moved and felt like flesh, but they looked to be some sort of metal. His mind was racing, but his thirst was stronger, and he reached for the tin cup of water. As his hand grew close sparks jumped and danced from his fingertips against the small cup. Again he pulled back, his hands now shaking from the shock of recent events. His sister took the drink and put it to her brother’s lips, and he drank, and he slept. After a few days rest he was able to travel on his own accord.

The nomads took Daks and his sisters the White Lake, a small town known for its exotic turtle eggs. Daks learned the art of the bow, blade, and staff by a former noble of Milave named Taruk Saraktus. To hone his new found electrical powers he met with a Nano named Sek Tuk who showed him how to use his will to control his newfound powers. Daks lived here for four years with his sisters before he was finally willing to leave his sisters with Maw, and elderly women who had taken them in and treated them like her own children. Daks set out to better himself, and the lives of his sisters, as well as repay Maw and the town of White Lake for taking them in.

I never thought this is what the life of an explorer would be. Daks thought as he swept the inn floor. He had arrived in Aian a few weeks earlier, half-starved, with no shins to his name and down to his last bow string. He had survived off what he could hunt but, as he grew closer to the city game became scarcer. While wandering the streets looking for work Daks came to a decision. These last few shins would do me no good if I die of hunger. So he went to the nearest inn he could find. Luck was with Daks that day. After some conversation Daks discovered that the previous bar boy was run off for stealing the good wine. Daks jumped upon the opportunity but, after two weeks the thrill of the city had waned.

So here he was. The grand adventurer. Stuck in a dead end job working for two shins a day living in what could be a called a broom closet. This was not the adventure he had set of to have...