Insensitive and Defiant. Perceptive of environments, sometimes of people and emotions. Stubborn and Arrogant, but also Loyal and respectful to those who matter. Can be Vicious when fighting, and when not. Easily provoked, Immature, and often Jealous.
Though otherwise Confident in himself and his actions, Daxton is also often Reserved regarding his upbringing and reluctant to speak clearly about his emotions. Recently, the young man finds himself to be in a Lonely spot of life - The connections in his life feel shallow sometimes, for his work only. At his core, Daxton is a Lost individual who got caught up in a life of crime to spite his past family, and because he simply had nowhere else to turn. [118]

-Birthed, but not out of love. Nothing to celebrate or dote on. Cared for, yes, no more than absolutely necessary though. Little love given, but that's the way it had always been. Hired by a man with the name Rupert d'Beaumont.

-Daxton hadn't a clue who his father was, but his mother was a maid for a grand noble family named d'Beaumont, noble for what, he didn't care to learn. His mother, too busy to focus her attention on the child, often left him with the household’s nanny rather than requesting time off to adapt to the change.

-Once he was old enough, he was soon being groomed into the perfect servant - it was clear he was born to serve, and almost appeared like an understudy over a son. That was life, though, to Dax - he'd been born for this, and had known nothing else. It wasn't all so bad though, for he was fed, warm, slept in a bed, and served a family who held more than a spoonful of respect for those who served them. Daxton would even catch the head of house's brother sharing quiet conversation with his mother on occasion... Curious how she'd deny such a thing the next day though. He was always pleasant to Dax, yet whenever they parted, there always seemed to be an air of something unsaid - as if the man wanted to tell the boy something that kept him awake at night. He never did, though.

-Upon seeing the d'Beaumont children grow up, Daxton began asking questions. Why wasn't he like them? Why did they get to play all day and learn the wonders of the world? "Because you're below them." Why? Because he wasn't swimming in gold? Because he hadn't a fancy name or noble blood? Why would such menial things determine how another gets to live from birth? How could such things seperate people so much? The bitterness grew as he did, when he was old enough to understand his situation with his own thoughts and not those which his mother programmed into him. In this world you were nothing and no one if you lacked gold and titles. Daxton didn't want to be a nobody.

-Bitterness turned to anger, and anger could only lead to violence when left to fester. Was this all he was destined for? Sure, when he was old enough, he could leave - he was no prisoner, but… What life experience did he have? Where else could he go? Did he stay, and face that he’d forever be below this family, or did he risk leaving; the chance for a better living could well be in his future… The fear lay within the thought that he’d have nothing. Thinking about having less than he had now… It was enough to keep him there, but not enough to quell his growing rage.

-Fights would start between Daxton and the d'Beaumont children who were of similar age to him. Nothing incredibly dreadful, pushing and shoving, a few names called here and there. Still, such a thing was entirely unacceptable within the estate. Understandably, Rupert was beyond furious - the gall of it all! How dare he step out of line and… defend himself from the children's teasing? Of course, no one believed that Daxton didn't cast the first stone, and convincing anyone otherwise would be a fruitless, tiresome task.

-Unfortunately, Daxton's behaviour remained the same, even when the children had grown out of their childish bullying. Now unprovoked fights did start, and it was Dax's mother who took the brunt of it - docked pay, grim household jobs… There definitely was no love left for her son. She hated him, and he knew, but the brash, explosive attitude forming worked as quite a blanket for such facts.

-He was around 16 when the decision to run away was solidified. He didn't care anymore - living on the street would be more favourable than in that house. There was no warmth there anymore - Dax couldn't bear the cold eyes on him, the constant watching was enough to drive anyone mad. Jealousy and bitterness had taken over. The d'Beaumont's, at their core, were innocent in it all, they had once respected the young boy just as all the help on the estate, yet he was simply too headstrong to remain a servant, and the constant reminders of what he lacked (a name, a father, wealth, love) wore him to the bone. He hated how normalised the lifestyle differences were between he and them; and that's all it had been for years. A constant 'me vs them' which would only ever conclude with them on top if he remained on the estate.

-The night of his departure, Daxton made the choice to steal from the family. If he hadn't have done so, the d'Beaumont's opinion on the matter would be far less extreme. But, because of that decision, they instead sent parties out to look for the man, including a few members of the King's Guard. He said goodbye to no one, and began his next steps.

-It had been around a week of cat and mouse with authorities. Daxton had hoped to sell the stolen items by now and use the gold to hold up somewhere while seeking some kind of employment, but instead he had not stepped out of the woods in fear of being caught. Eventually, for a brief moment, Daxton came upon another estate who, not knowing who he was, agreed to house him for a few days while he recovered from the week in the wilderness.

-It didn't take long for the guards to catch up with him - he'd made his escape hopping out a window and once again was he on the run. It was the middle of the night when Jericho happened upon the boy. He'd kicked his foot to wake him but could only laugh at the startled response. Soon enough Daxton had been offered refuge with him and his men after hearing all about his situation… and about the disdain he harboured for the rich. He remained with the Raven's for a few years, learning their ways and eventually becoming just as much of a criminal as Jericho was. He was making gold, wasn't he? This was still better than serving forever, wasn't it? Daxton would target those who seemed wealthy, his own spit in the face to them, along roadsides and country lanes.

-Eventually he learned of Mary-Vicky through Jericho, a name he was sure he'd heard in the house he'd stayed a while ago. While he enjoyed his time with Jericho, the idea of working in such an esteemed underground operation… It was too hard to pass up.

-It took some convincing, but eventually, Daxton found a place at the Beggar and Flagon. He was in awe of Vivi and the empire she had built for herself and found it incredibly amusing how he had managed to make his own living and gold scamming and robbing the rich of theirs - his past self would never have believed such a thing. The spite seeped through him thinking about the d'Beaumont's - he wasn't a nobody now, and he knew they'd be the ones looking up at him with hatred and dread if he ever had the chance of robbing them face to face. He'd be sure to let them know who he was. Each target was a payback for all the times Daxton had been kicked down by a pompous soul in that house.
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