(A very pretty picture by the gracious . Go throw appreciation at her!)

This fellow's name is Shax. He comes from the same world that Briar does, although he was actually born on this desert world of exile. He knows practically nothing of the greater Dominion, and frankly couldn't care less anyway. See, Shax is an assassin. That katar in his hand? It has a twin, somewhere on his person, and the two of them have felled many a man and woman.

His history is fairly long and unpleasant, despite only being a little over twenty years old. Of course, when your long and unpleasant history starts at age five, it's understandable. Captured by slavers, trained to be an assassin, abused and tortured in almost every way possible... The physical scars from those ten-ish years remain to this day. Eventually he decided he didn't want to do this anymore, and literally cut his way out of the slaver compound to freedom one night. Left quite the trail of blood behind him.

He spent a few years practicing something we'd call hedonism. He drank, he smoked, he fucked (or was fucked by) anyone willing to part a few coins with him, there isn't a drug on this world he has not tried at least once, and he fought. For him, blood, especially blood he's worked for, is a drug. Which, I suppose, makes him a little bit of a vampire. He is, for all intents and purposes, a psychopath.

Here we have him in his usual attire; a custom-made suit of leather. You may ask why he looks like a man-whore, and I will simply direct you to the above passage about hedonism. In addition to the katars, there's probably at least three other small daggers or shivs somewhere on him. Don't ask where; only Shax knows.

At the time of this picture, he's actually mellowed out some (Another long tale, a bit too involved to divulge here). Particularly in this instance at Shax's favorite hole-in-the-wall bar. It's quiet and rustic, home-built by the exiles on the prison world. But what draws Shax is the brandy; this bar makes the best brandy on the planet. Or, such is the iguana's opinion. Still, even mellowed, Shax is Shax. Interrupting his drink with something stupid (like revenge for a slain friend or co-worker) would have dire consequences.