Daxter- Vatheon Application
[ Player Name ] : Daine
[ Personal LJ ] : failderp
[ Age ] : 18
[ Timezone ] : GMT+10
[ Other Characters ] : n/a
[ Character's Name ] : Daxter
[ Character's Age ] : 18
[ Series ] : Jak and Daxter
[ Canon Point ] : Right up close to the end of Jak 3: Upon falling off the Dark Maker Ship, after attempting to stop Errol from awakening the Dark Maker Vehicles, just before facing a giant killer spider/stegosaurus. Eesh.
[ History ] :
Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy
Daxter
Jack II
Jak 3
[ Personality ] :
"Daxter is the hero that you are afraid you are...Daxter is just a little bit concerned, a little bit afraid and he would rather take the easy way out". So says Naughty Dog’s creative director in a quote that really explains Daxter to a key. In the grip of the situation, Daxter is far from the heroic type. He exhibits a sense of being the best friend that gets you into all sorts of trouble, but lets you deal with the heat. “You talking to…him?” Daxter is a coward, and liable to allow the first thought on his mind to shoot out of his mouth with varying results, but usually to the anger of one or two people involved.
Daxter’s mouth is probably the biggest asset to his person, and whilst they say eyes are the window to the soul, Daxter’s soul is right there in his vocal chords. Outside of danger, he’s intensely boastful, making up story after story that has him surrounded by “ten Metalheads!” and ends with “Thirty less Metalheads in the world”. He’s certainly not afraid to take his share of the glory, even if he, personally, did very little.
But in saying that, a lot of what Daxter does is subtle. Out of everyone around Jak, the main hero of the story and Daxter’s best friend, he is the only one constantly there for him at any point of time; breaking into prison to free him after two years of searching; deciding to go with him in exile, rather than stay in the safety of the city. He is intensely loyal, which negates his fears somewhat, because where Jak goes, Daxter usually goes. His fears also seem to be more blasé when other’s are not around to see them, as he survives alone in the city of Haven for almost two years without help, and whenever there’s a tight pinch that Jak himself cannot get through, Daxter is capable of throwing himself across various obstacles to create a path forward for the both of them.
Which brings us to a major point of Daxter’s personality and person. Whilst he was born an elf, can speak and acts entirely as one, his current body is one of an ottsel- half otter, half weasel. He’s also bright orange. The reasons for this as explained in his history are due to the side effects of falling into a vat of Dark Eco, which has the annoying habit of warping you in one way or another. For a long time, its this that drives him. A need and want for his old body that continues constantly throughout all four games. And yet in Jak 3, when presented with a wish from the most all powerful beings in the universe?
He wishes for a pair of pants.
That being said, Daxter also shows that he is capable of self sacrifice. Each time an opportunity arises for the potential of his body to be fixed, Daxter will always choose saving the world over himself. Stay fuzzy, save the world. Choices. Whilst this doesn’t appear to be a difficult decision to make, it does belie his often selfish nature. He’s a character with two facets, one undeniably loud and self gaining, and the other heroic and hard working. He likes his credit for being the hero, but like others, usually doesn’t see the work that he actually does, taking credit for Jak’s louder, more violent feats before considering his own at all.
Daxter isn’t the type of person to get along with everyone. He’s often in contention with a lot of characters, and it’s usually Jak’s presence that stops him from biting off far more than he can chew, but he is self reliant. Maybe not quite the hero he makes himself out to be... but as a sidekick? He gets pretty far.
[ Strengths/Weaknesses ] :
Daxter’s about four foot high, wrangly, fuzzy, and orange. Needless to say he’s not the strongest of the bunch, but he is handy and intelligent. He has a huge amount of experience with guns, and knows how to shoot weapons large than himself with deadly accuracy. In Jak X, he shows that he also knows his ways around cars, taking up a position as one of the technicians on a racing team. In Jak 2, he also races in a very violent setting, coming out as first despite the fact that running your opponents off the track is not illegal- in fact, its encouraged.
He’s also known for blowing up various ammo dumps, and literally riding a missile into its directed course. Little guy gets around.
So he can shoot a gun. He can fix up a car, and drive one, or even a missile. Needless to say he’s a handy little technician, with more inventors and technological exposure around him than can really be listed.
Due to his size, he’s also made for subterfuge. His body makes for an exceptional amount of flexibility which allows him to squeeze his way through a lot of tight fits, and his acrobatic skills are clearly up to par. He can really take care of himself- though the way he shoots his mouth off leaves way for more than a little bit of trouble.
So despite all the skills that he does have, Daxter’s largest weakness is his personality at large. His loud, self important nature and constant insults to those he dislikes sets him up for a lot of trouble, and his questionably fearful nature also leads to a lot of vices that can be too much for him to handle alone.
He also has a weakness for drinking, and whilst he doesn’t get the chance to abuse this often, the times when he does are often a little…worse for the wear.
[ Other Important Facts ] :
He’ll have your head if you mention pants or underwear.
Also, he may just be part of a species which could technically be considered the gods of his universe. Go figure. Whilst other ottsel’s shown in Jak 3 are capable of amazing, technological and magical feats, Daxter himself is pretty average. Doesn’t mean he won’t abuse that status if the opportunity arises.
[ Sample ] :
So there I was… [There he is. Swaying on the counter top and likely just the slightest bit tipsy, if that big ol’ wine jug clutched in his gloved paws is anything to go by.] Just me, surrounded by ten of the ugliest Metalheads you ever did see! They circled me, growling and baring their big, ugly teeth, and the smell!
[Daxter reels, waving a free hand in front of his face, almost falling backwards, yet managing to balance on his tail, just at the nick of time. No face to floor meetings today! He takes a long drag from that bottle, smacking his lips and looking around at his audience with blaring confusion.]
Where was I? Oh, yeah! Twenty great, big, ugly Metalheads- they prepared to strike, all just waiting for me to move. So I cracked my knuckles, and I said-
You wanna piece of me? Really, punk? You. Want. A piece?
Of Orange Lightning?
Well, clearly they did. So I held my hand out, and gestured them towards me. Bring it, I says, I’ll show you why they call me the Daxtinator!
And you know what happened then? You know what- [A hiccup, Daxter sways, using the bottle to prop himself up, rather than collapse in a heap on the table.] happened then?
The world was less fifty Metalheads that day. And they all learned why my friends call me-
[Thud. The SFC rattles gently against the table, and any viewers will see Daxter snoring away, a few locals leaning over him, prodding him in the side.]
[Looks like somebody had too much to drink.]
[ Questions? Comments? Concerns? ] :
TAKE ME BACK, FISHBOWL. I’VE MISSED YOU.
[ Personal LJ ] : failderp
[ Age ] : 18
[ Timezone ] : GMT+10
[ Other Characters ] : n/a
[ Character's Name ] : Daxter
[ Character's Age ] : 18
[ Series ] : Jak and Daxter
[ Canon Point ] : Right up close to the end of Jak 3: Upon falling off the Dark Maker Ship, after attempting to stop Errol from awakening the Dark Maker Vehicles, just before facing a giant killer spider/stegosaurus. Eesh.
[ History ] :
Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy
Daxter
Jack II
Jak 3
[ Personality ] :
"Daxter is the hero that you are afraid you are...Daxter is just a little bit concerned, a little bit afraid and he would rather take the easy way out". So says Naughty Dog’s creative director in a quote that really explains Daxter to a key. In the grip of the situation, Daxter is far from the heroic type. He exhibits a sense of being the best friend that gets you into all sorts of trouble, but lets you deal with the heat. “You talking to…him?” Daxter is a coward, and liable to allow the first thought on his mind to shoot out of his mouth with varying results, but usually to the anger of one or two people involved.
Daxter’s mouth is probably the biggest asset to his person, and whilst they say eyes are the window to the soul, Daxter’s soul is right there in his vocal chords. Outside of danger, he’s intensely boastful, making up story after story that has him surrounded by “ten Metalheads!” and ends with “Thirty less Metalheads in the world”. He’s certainly not afraid to take his share of the glory, even if he, personally, did very little.
But in saying that, a lot of what Daxter does is subtle. Out of everyone around Jak, the main hero of the story and Daxter’s best friend, he is the only one constantly there for him at any point of time; breaking into prison to free him after two years of searching; deciding to go with him in exile, rather than stay in the safety of the city. He is intensely loyal, which negates his fears somewhat, because where Jak goes, Daxter usually goes. His fears also seem to be more blasé when other’s are not around to see them, as he survives alone in the city of Haven for almost two years without help, and whenever there’s a tight pinch that Jak himself cannot get through, Daxter is capable of throwing himself across various obstacles to create a path forward for the both of them.
Which brings us to a major point of Daxter’s personality and person. Whilst he was born an elf, can speak and acts entirely as one, his current body is one of an ottsel- half otter, half weasel. He’s also bright orange. The reasons for this as explained in his history are due to the side effects of falling into a vat of Dark Eco, which has the annoying habit of warping you in one way or another. For a long time, its this that drives him. A need and want for his old body that continues constantly throughout all four games. And yet in Jak 3, when presented with a wish from the most all powerful beings in the universe?
He wishes for a pair of pants.
That being said, Daxter also shows that he is capable of self sacrifice. Each time an opportunity arises for the potential of his body to be fixed, Daxter will always choose saving the world over himself. Stay fuzzy, save the world. Choices. Whilst this doesn’t appear to be a difficult decision to make, it does belie his often selfish nature. He’s a character with two facets, one undeniably loud and self gaining, and the other heroic and hard working. He likes his credit for being the hero, but like others, usually doesn’t see the work that he actually does, taking credit for Jak’s louder, more violent feats before considering his own at all.
Daxter isn’t the type of person to get along with everyone. He’s often in contention with a lot of characters, and it’s usually Jak’s presence that stops him from biting off far more than he can chew, but he is self reliant. Maybe not quite the hero he makes himself out to be... but as a sidekick? He gets pretty far.
[ Strengths/Weaknesses ] :
Daxter’s about four foot high, wrangly, fuzzy, and orange. Needless to say he’s not the strongest of the bunch, but he is handy and intelligent. He has a huge amount of experience with guns, and knows how to shoot weapons large than himself with deadly accuracy. In Jak X, he shows that he also knows his ways around cars, taking up a position as one of the technicians on a racing team. In Jak 2, he also races in a very violent setting, coming out as first despite the fact that running your opponents off the track is not illegal- in fact, its encouraged.
He’s also known for blowing up various ammo dumps, and literally riding a missile into its directed course. Little guy gets around.
So he can shoot a gun. He can fix up a car, and drive one, or even a missile. Needless to say he’s a handy little technician, with more inventors and technological exposure around him than can really be listed.
Due to his size, he’s also made for subterfuge. His body makes for an exceptional amount of flexibility which allows him to squeeze his way through a lot of tight fits, and his acrobatic skills are clearly up to par. He can really take care of himself- though the way he shoots his mouth off leaves way for more than a little bit of trouble.
So despite all the skills that he does have, Daxter’s largest weakness is his personality at large. His loud, self important nature and constant insults to those he dislikes sets him up for a lot of trouble, and his questionably fearful nature also leads to a lot of vices that can be too much for him to handle alone.
He also has a weakness for drinking, and whilst he doesn’t get the chance to abuse this often, the times when he does are often a little…worse for the wear.
[ Other Important Facts ] :
He’ll have your head if you mention pants or underwear.
Also, he may just be part of a species which could technically be considered the gods of his universe. Go figure. Whilst other ottsel’s shown in Jak 3 are capable of amazing, technological and magical feats, Daxter himself is pretty average. Doesn’t mean he won’t abuse that status if the opportunity arises.
[ Sample ] :
So there I was… [There he is. Swaying on the counter top and likely just the slightest bit tipsy, if that big ol’ wine jug clutched in his gloved paws is anything to go by.] Just me, surrounded by ten of the ugliest Metalheads you ever did see! They circled me, growling and baring their big, ugly teeth, and the smell!
[Daxter reels, waving a free hand in front of his face, almost falling backwards, yet managing to balance on his tail, just at the nick of time. No face to floor meetings today! He takes a long drag from that bottle, smacking his lips and looking around at his audience with blaring confusion.]
Where was I? Oh, yeah! Twenty great, big, ugly Metalheads- they prepared to strike, all just waiting for me to move. So I cracked my knuckles, and I said-
You wanna piece of me? Really, punk? You. Want. A piece?
Of Orange Lightning?
Well, clearly they did. So I held my hand out, and gestured them towards me. Bring it, I says, I’ll show you why they call me the Daxtinator!
And you know what happened then? You know what- [A hiccup, Daxter sways, using the bottle to prop himself up, rather than collapse in a heap on the table.] happened then?
The world was less fifty Metalheads that day. And they all learned why my friends call me-
[Thud. The SFC rattles gently against the table, and any viewers will see Daxter snoring away, a few locals leaning over him, prodding him in the side.]
[Looks like somebody had too much to drink.]
[ Questions? Comments? Concerns? ] :
TAKE ME BACK, FISHBOWL. I’VE MISSED YOU.