Dacus Vaux
From Dynasts End
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| Full Name | Dacus Vaux |
| Aliases (if any) | N/A |
| Age | 42 |
| Birthday | 3/24 |
| Nationality | Archadian |
| Race | Hume |
| Job | Dragoon |
| Occupation | Judgemagister |
| Height | 6'0 |
| Weight | 200ish |
| Family | Parents (Auralie & Hallum), Younger Sister (Lycentia) |
| Languages | Archadian, Rozarrian, functional Dalmascan. |
| Current Home | Archades |
| Played By | Sean Bean |
| Journal | titansgrip |
| Player | Max |
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[edit] Appearance
Standing tall with a lean figure from years of military training, Dacus is not unpleasant to look at. His hair is dusty blonde and often maintained as an afterthought, the longer pieces in front messily brushing his brow for a boyish appearance. Narrow green eyes are framed by crow's feet, often giving him the appearance of squinting. The lines around his mouth are deep when he smiles, adding to the illusion of boyish. Most days there might be a shadow of stubble around his jaw, leaving him looking a little scruffy on top of everything else.
His Judgemagister's dress mirrors all others in that is it metal, heavy, loud, and intimidating. It conceals all physical details save for his voice, wherein he does a mean Oscar the Grouch impression. Dacus' helmet is far less flamboyant then most of his colleague's design, preferring two lone horns jutting from the temples and curving neatly back towards the ears, not unlike a ram.
[edit] History
It is said that many nobles lost power within Archades with the rise of the Empire. While true - and Dacus' family would laugh at them now - his family remains one of the few who held on tight to their status in the upper echelon of Archadian society. Having been highly reguarded for their work ethic, sense of fealty, and devotion to society, it wasn't hard for Dacus' ancestors to mold nicely into the new Empire's ideals. A touch of racism didn't hurt either.
Dacus' father had the makings to go father than what his reach extended, but having seen such troubled times during the war with Rozarria, he opted for a position of longevity rather than success and short death. An instructor at the prestigous Akademy, Hallum oversees the weapons training of so many bright little future elite soldiers and Judgemagisters. The Akademy returned the favour, being the place he met his wife, a promising Scholatstic student at the time, and the future mother of his children. Auralie is a successful Draklor researcher, specialising in magicite. Her tactical way of thinking found convenience and stability in Hallum, and a good mix of genes when it came to sustaining the nation.
As a child, Dacus remained ignorant to the outside world or the expectations neatly layered upon his shoulders since birth. His parents were private people, preferring to work towards their own goals. This insular childhood left Dacus quiet and left to his own most of the time, but not unloved. It was when he was old enough to begin training to fill his purpose in society that his parents began to become more involved.
He'd inherited his mother's mind, but certainly not her grace. Where test tubes were too fragile for his hands, his father placed a weapon. Through years of the Akademy and both of his parents tutoring in tandem, Dacus was left with a sharp mind and body. An Akademy graduation leaves oh-so many doors open, but Dacus would like to think that it was his own devotion and work ethic that made him a Judgemagister.
Judgemagister Dacus currently controls the 9th Bureau that Doesn't Exist, responsible for the collection and dissemination of information at the Empire that Doesn't Exist's will. He travels the land, he Gets Shit Done, he has a very big spear, and he loves his life.
This is, of course, tainted by his parent's psychosis - or so he says it is. Sometime before Dacus had seen thirty years of life, his parents decided they'd like another child. Or at least, that's their story. A baby girl came from somewhere, the story of her origins still dripping in rumours of oldman infidelity. Having been out of the country at the time, no matter how much howling he put out on return, his parents would never tell the whole story, merely demand he accept her.
Dacus doesn't believe she's truly his sister, and accepts her in no way. Nearly an adult herself now, she remains unruly and uninterested in anything to do with growing up and being educated and serving her country. At the age of fifteen she ran from Archades, and is now somewhere in Landis. Dacus knows this because he knows all kinds of dirty things you wouldn't want him to!
It's out of pity for his old, ailing parent's sake that he keeps a stray eye on her lifestatus anyways. They're on their way out anyday now, he says.
[edit] Personality
Keywords: Focused, rough
Dacus is focused. Most of his professional actions are done as a means to an end. He knows a good leader shows care and concern for his men's wants and needs, so he does. In return, he expects obedience and loyalty. As such, for the care and concern from the Empire, he shows the same.
The Empire's goals are Dacus' goals. He knows how far it's acceptable to push a hume mind or the precise amount of pressure needed to apply to break a healthy hume radius & ulna, and skates it to the best of his ability. When it comes to a professional goal, there is usually no reason in his mind to not ramp up immediately to the harshest methods, it produces the strongest results. The Empire's ideals are Dacus' ideals, and as such he's pretty disgusted with slackers, whores, and non-Humes.
In his personal life he's extremely distrusting, an unfortunate side effect of being a Judgemagister. Though Archadian hens are quick to gossip about his family situation when brought up, he doesn't discuss it openly. He doesn't discuss anything about himself openly. In the rare opportunity he isn't in easily recognisable Judge dress, he'd never reveal he was one. He prefers to have the upper hand, to always be in control of the situation. He hates it when people know more, or hide things from it.
Females are a distant attraction for him. He finds attraction in qualities like the ones he possesses, someone succesful, someone hard working, someone who isn't frivolous. He's thought many times about seeking a mate, but only feels the tiniest bit of disappointment that he would never be able to until he's past his prime - wife and children would be exploitable weaknesses to the Enemy. Besides.. there's really no romance in him.
Dacus understands the emotional and physical release involved in the horizontal tango and speaks frankly about it. While he and his right hand are close partners, every once in a rare while he might find a (respectable and of non-Nabradian or Rozzarian descent) Hume woman to fall into bed with. However, if his family has taught him anything, it's to pull out, ffs. Another shame, he thinks he would have been a great father.
He does smile, he does socialise, and he knows the best dirty barracks jokes, but it's part of a front even he doesn't realise he holds. Most of his men and friends see him as a little rough around the edges, efficient, and a hard nut to crack. He doesn't mind this.
AND IF YOU DO HE'S GOT A GIANT FUCKING SPEAR THAT SAYS YOU SHOULDN'T OKAY
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