Xix
Battle Music
A New Hope | Broken Iris
GENERAL INFORMATION
Name:
Xix
Age:
36
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Nicknames/Aliases:
Beast, The Flayed One, Xix
APPEARANCE
Height:
6"3
Weight:
180lbs
Build:
Athletic and Muscular
Hair Colour:
Raven Black
Eye Colour:
Grey
Skin Colour:
Tan
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:
A large cut scar rings his neck and his forearms, and similar rings circle some of his fingers and one of his knees. His ears are pierced with black studs and diamond-shaped loops and his chest is scarred by a sweeping gash horizontal across his upper abdomen that leads 2/3rds of the way to his back and trails off, a scar only possible through near bifurcation or constant assault. Beyond this his toes are each scarred at the joint and his upper left chest bears a burn scar that engulfs the left side of his chest and his left arm to the mid forearm, a wide horizontal slash runs across the bridge of his nose.
Description:
Xix is an Athletically built and heavily scarred man, his hair always wild and filled with twigs and encrusted blood on the rare occasion he allows it to flow out of his helm at the back, it is immensely long due to never being cut and black as a raven's feathers. It contrasts well with his dark tanned complexion but is offset by his grey blind eyes, he has a heavy set beard that surrounds his mouth and chin but unexpectedly his chin and neck are not bushy and unkempt nor is the relatively groomed hair about his mouth. Apparently what he considers a face-warmer and font of natural pride and connection with his wolven brethren is well cared for and kept at an exact length. Beyond these features his body is only remarkable by its numerous scars and wounds and his armor which forever dons his large form.
MENTALITY
Oddities
Cracks his knuckles constantly by placing his thumb over the joint, rarely speaks.
Likes
Alcohol, Wolves, Sleeping, Snow, Monsters, The Forest, The Sun.
Dislikes
Orcs, Dullards, Vegetables, People.
Hobbies
Training, Hunting, Fishing, Brewing
Sanity
Questionable
Sexuality
Straight
Personality:
Xix is a silent but obviously insane individual, never truly fitting any regular personality other than one of a man raised by nothing but wolves, he's wild unpredictable and obscure beyond all reason. He seems to live for combat and cruelty towards orcish kind and nothing else other than drinking himself to sleep. Although beneath it all he is a desperate and depressed individual, outside of that what little words he speaks are brutish and passionate despite his broken stature and he refuses to do anything but stand tall even in the face of certain death.
A proud man at heart, any slant to his honour or his capabilities results in challenge, unrivalled hatred or complete silence even to the most reasonable of demands, Xix is increasingly stubborn and resilient and generally won't cave on his beliefs or go back on his word regardless of the consequences. If he promises to save a nearby village and it becomes assaulted by hundreds of Orcs, he will go even by himself to stand as Vanguard until the last building is burned and the last person gone from that place.
BACKGROUND
Relationship Status:
Single
Family:
None
Personal History:
Xix was born to a border village and abandoned as a child, left in the woods to survive alone he never learned the talents of speech until very late in his life, adopted by the wilds and its ways he was shaped by hunting and the rule of survival of the fittest and he honed himself to be the apex predator. Using large sharpened sticks to fight off larger predators and to hunt smaller ones, one day while hunting with his pack, a group of wolves he had fought to the Alpha rank in Xix had his first run in with humanity. They had arrived at a human village and had been hunting along it's borders, slaughtered by hunters and treated like horrible monstrosities for feeding on their livestock, all of his pack were slaughtered and he was left alone and wounded, the humans trying to reclaim him from the wilds. It was then that he came, a great dragon from amidst the forest, he had protected the injured boy of the wilds and it's presence proclaimed him as the young of the forest. To the humans a legend had awakened, to the boy his father had arrived, but he was not to be a paragon as the common folk had hoped, instead he retreated into the forest with the beast and never resurfaced.
It trained him to fight, to be ruthless and to always obey the rules of the forest, the world was kill or be killed but there were far worse things than the dire bears. As he aged and so too did the dragon he was refined into a warrior of brutality and silence. Feral barks and growls were his communication and he had constructed a hovel, a den of tree-root tombstones etched with fang or claw for his fallen pack, here he lived until adulthood with the dragon hidden within the collosal forest and training him to his apex. However it was not to continue, the dragon suddenly left one day never to return and it was through chasing it for a long 16 years that Xix learned of society, he achieved speech, learned of sorcery, and he learned of the paragons, his father had left to await it's own paragon and bequeathed to him the forest. The only trace of it's existence a razor-sharp curved tooth, forged in breath and attuned with nature the tooth was left as a parting gift, a gift that was to become Xix's weapon eternal.
He named himself Xix in obscurity and after years of his search being halted by his heavily scarred and feral form he hid himself in a shell of finally crafted rune armour, afforded through ill-gotten gains of crime and toil. It was as he went to collect his armour that his first true eternal scar was created, the Orc's had arrived in his border village and they tore through those he had grown accustomed too, none survived not even the strong, and it was as he watched children and strong warriors devoured that a stray slash cleaved through his face, the horrifying scar marring his sight and leaving him running for his life truly for the second time. It was then however that his birth right made itself known, it was not the cleave that had blinded him but his subconscious wish to turn from the slaughterous sight. It was as the buildings burned behind him he sought a place to hide, not just from the Orc's but from himself and his weakness, it was then that his bones shifted and something inside him boiled, and amidst the smoke and blood he smelled something different, the peculiar scent of molten metal. He stumbled to it's source and there he found his sanctuary, a set of armour to protect him, a haft with which to stand, donning it clumsily he barely managed to cover himself in his shell before an Orc broke through the roof. Wishing for a way to fight it, a way to prove he was the predator and not the prey anymore, he focused all his will on killing the beast and suddenly, he could see it, not with his eyes but with his nose, his ears, and he could feel the muscles and bones in his arms harden and shift. Turning upon the beast and driving his blade into it's upraised fist he gave a feral roar and he was a changed man.
That day he killed but one Orc, but it changed his destiny, and from then on he honed himself into a true Apex Predator, he would surpass the dragon, and he would never run again. The forest was his, and no Orc, Human or even the Gods would take it from him. It was then he sought desperately after the art of sorcery, he had awakened his birthright to Reformation Sorcery but he had no skill in it's use only instinct honed by the dragon, it would become his eyes, his claws, his wings and his shield. Over the years he perfected the art and trained mercilessly, slowly adding to the runes on his armour to accommodate to it, and it was after he believed himself ready, during his search for the dragon, that he decided he would find the paragons instead, they would by destiny lead him to his dragon and allow him to point his blade once more at the Orcs.
COMBAT
Racial or Special Abilities:
Xix is a Reformation Sorcerer, using his specialty to create new appendages and alter his inner composition to withstand attacks, although unlike many Reform Sorcerers, Xix does not fear permanent appendages but is instead extremely attached to temporary creations, bringing them to the brink of permanency and most of the time even considering allowing them to drain what remains of his sanity in order to keep the new additions. He specialises in sweeping assaults with the new appendages and buffing of his own strength and mobility in combat, using them largely for utility but always sure to create appendages with more than one purpose, considering anything less a terrible waste of his time and energy and a worthless mishap. As such if requested to do something as simple as create a shield with his arms or create a third appendage to pick a lock on his cuffs he will refuse and instead spend large amounts of time either recalling old creations or attempting to form a more efficient model. Although he cares not for their aesthetics, only for efficiency and his lack of awareness of his surroundings can result in troubles or accidental interference.
Weapon Specialties:
Xix specializes in the use of polearms, weaponry such as glaives, quarterstaffs and spears being his favoured weapons of choice. He twirls them around his body like a madman and uses them to vault around the battlefield, impaling foes before cracking them across the skull with the haft of the weapon, his attacks are swift and brutal and despite his position as a sorcerer he is rarely found without his beloved polearm seeming to almost be bonded to his favoured weapon, at times even found talking to it or raising the bottom of his ever present helm to lick blood from it's blade or point. His favoured weapon eternal is an enchanted tooth glaive, shaped into a cruel gold blade and point attached to a black metal haft that itself ended in a curved spike blade, the blade is enchanted to extend and retract and maintain its razor-sharp edge even upon tough hide.
When it comes to defense Xix relies on his mobility and his armour, his armour is a custom-crafted piece born of crime and disparity. The piece is enchanted to morph with his sorcery so as to not constrict his abilities at the very least. The arms are themselves are equipped with metal claws by default and beyond their ability to conform to his armour the suit is enchanted to punish those that would harm it and retain its form under huge duress. If crumpled, sliced or destroyed the piece regenerates slowly over time, replacing it's broken pieces from its remains or tearing iron fresh from the ground if available, although this has its limits, destruction of the armour by itself yields sparks of flame and it glows a horrid red to warn predators much like one would in the wild. These sparks can ignite into wispy trails of flame and are a deterrent to attackers and thieves alike, the armour being attuned to Xix alone allowing him to be one of the few comfortable in it's heated depths.
A New Hope | Broken Iris
GENERAL INFORMATION
Name:
Xix
Age:
36
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Nicknames/Aliases:
Beast, The Flayed One, Xix
APPEARANCE
Height:
6"3
Weight:
180lbs
Build:
Athletic and Muscular
Hair Colour:
Raven Black
Eye Colour:
Grey
Skin Colour:
Tan
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:
A large cut scar rings his neck and his forearms, and similar rings circle some of his fingers and one of his knees. His ears are pierced with black studs and diamond-shaped loops and his chest is scarred by a sweeping gash horizontal across his upper abdomen that leads 2/3rds of the way to his back and trails off, a scar only possible through near bifurcation or constant assault. Beyond this his toes are each scarred at the joint and his upper left chest bears a burn scar that engulfs the left side of his chest and his left arm to the mid forearm, a wide horizontal slash runs across the bridge of his nose.
Description:
Xix is an Athletically built and heavily scarred man, his hair always wild and filled with twigs and encrusted blood on the rare occasion he allows it to flow out of his helm at the back, it is immensely long due to never being cut and black as a raven's feathers. It contrasts well with his dark tanned complexion but is offset by his grey blind eyes, he has a heavy set beard that surrounds his mouth and chin but unexpectedly his chin and neck are not bushy and unkempt nor is the relatively groomed hair about his mouth. Apparently what he considers a face-warmer and font of natural pride and connection with his wolven brethren is well cared for and kept at an exact length. Beyond these features his body is only remarkable by its numerous scars and wounds and his armor which forever dons his large form.
MENTALITY
Oddities
Cracks his knuckles constantly by placing his thumb over the joint, rarely speaks.
Likes
Alcohol, Wolves, Sleeping, Snow, Monsters, The Forest, The Sun.
Dislikes
Orcs, Dullards, Vegetables, People.
Hobbies
Training, Hunting, Fishing, Brewing
Sanity
Questionable
Sexuality
Straight
Personality:
Xix is a silent but obviously insane individual, never truly fitting any regular personality other than one of a man raised by nothing but wolves, he's wild unpredictable and obscure beyond all reason. He seems to live for combat and cruelty towards orcish kind and nothing else other than drinking himself to sleep. Although beneath it all he is a desperate and depressed individual, outside of that what little words he speaks are brutish and passionate despite his broken stature and he refuses to do anything but stand tall even in the face of certain death.
A proud man at heart, any slant to his honour or his capabilities results in challenge, unrivalled hatred or complete silence even to the most reasonable of demands, Xix is increasingly stubborn and resilient and generally won't cave on his beliefs or go back on his word regardless of the consequences. If he promises to save a nearby village and it becomes assaulted by hundreds of Orcs, he will go even by himself to stand as Vanguard until the last building is burned and the last person gone from that place.
BACKGROUND
Relationship Status:
Single
Family:
None
Personal History:
Xix was born to a border village and abandoned as a child, left in the woods to survive alone he never learned the talents of speech until very late in his life, adopted by the wilds and its ways he was shaped by hunting and the rule of survival of the fittest and he honed himself to be the apex predator. Using large sharpened sticks to fight off larger predators and to hunt smaller ones, one day while hunting with his pack, a group of wolves he had fought to the Alpha rank in Xix had his first run in with humanity. They had arrived at a human village and had been hunting along it's borders, slaughtered by hunters and treated like horrible monstrosities for feeding on their livestock, all of his pack were slaughtered and he was left alone and wounded, the humans trying to reclaim him from the wilds. It was then that he came, a great dragon from amidst the forest, he had protected the injured boy of the wilds and it's presence proclaimed him as the young of the forest. To the humans a legend had awakened, to the boy his father had arrived, but he was not to be a paragon as the common folk had hoped, instead he retreated into the forest with the beast and never resurfaced.
It trained him to fight, to be ruthless and to always obey the rules of the forest, the world was kill or be killed but there were far worse things than the dire bears. As he aged and so too did the dragon he was refined into a warrior of brutality and silence. Feral barks and growls were his communication and he had constructed a hovel, a den of tree-root tombstones etched with fang or claw for his fallen pack, here he lived until adulthood with the dragon hidden within the collosal forest and training him to his apex. However it was not to continue, the dragon suddenly left one day never to return and it was through chasing it for a long 16 years that Xix learned of society, he achieved speech, learned of sorcery, and he learned of the paragons, his father had left to await it's own paragon and bequeathed to him the forest. The only trace of it's existence a razor-sharp curved tooth, forged in breath and attuned with nature the tooth was left as a parting gift, a gift that was to become Xix's weapon eternal.
He named himself Xix in obscurity and after years of his search being halted by his heavily scarred and feral form he hid himself in a shell of finally crafted rune armour, afforded through ill-gotten gains of crime and toil. It was as he went to collect his armour that his first true eternal scar was created, the Orc's had arrived in his border village and they tore through those he had grown accustomed too, none survived not even the strong, and it was as he watched children and strong warriors devoured that a stray slash cleaved through his face, the horrifying scar marring his sight and leaving him running for his life truly for the second time. It was then however that his birth right made itself known, it was not the cleave that had blinded him but his subconscious wish to turn from the slaughterous sight. It was as the buildings burned behind him he sought a place to hide, not just from the Orc's but from himself and his weakness, it was then that his bones shifted and something inside him boiled, and amidst the smoke and blood he smelled something different, the peculiar scent of molten metal. He stumbled to it's source and there he found his sanctuary, a set of armour to protect him, a haft with which to stand, donning it clumsily he barely managed to cover himself in his shell before an Orc broke through the roof. Wishing for a way to fight it, a way to prove he was the predator and not the prey anymore, he focused all his will on killing the beast and suddenly, he could see it, not with his eyes but with his nose, his ears, and he could feel the muscles and bones in his arms harden and shift. Turning upon the beast and driving his blade into it's upraised fist he gave a feral roar and he was a changed man.
That day he killed but one Orc, but it changed his destiny, and from then on he honed himself into a true Apex Predator, he would surpass the dragon, and he would never run again. The forest was his, and no Orc, Human or even the Gods would take it from him. It was then he sought desperately after the art of sorcery, he had awakened his birthright to Reformation Sorcery but he had no skill in it's use only instinct honed by the dragon, it would become his eyes, his claws, his wings and his shield. Over the years he perfected the art and trained mercilessly, slowly adding to the runes on his armour to accommodate to it, and it was after he believed himself ready, during his search for the dragon, that he decided he would find the paragons instead, they would by destiny lead him to his dragon and allow him to point his blade once more at the Orcs.
COMBAT
Racial or Special Abilities:
Xix is a Reformation Sorcerer, using his specialty to create new appendages and alter his inner composition to withstand attacks, although unlike many Reform Sorcerers, Xix does not fear permanent appendages but is instead extremely attached to temporary creations, bringing them to the brink of permanency and most of the time even considering allowing them to drain what remains of his sanity in order to keep the new additions. He specialises in sweeping assaults with the new appendages and buffing of his own strength and mobility in combat, using them largely for utility but always sure to create appendages with more than one purpose, considering anything less a terrible waste of his time and energy and a worthless mishap. As such if requested to do something as simple as create a shield with his arms or create a third appendage to pick a lock on his cuffs he will refuse and instead spend large amounts of time either recalling old creations or attempting to form a more efficient model. Although he cares not for their aesthetics, only for efficiency and his lack of awareness of his surroundings can result in troubles or accidental interference.
Weapon Specialties:
Xix specializes in the use of polearms, weaponry such as glaives, quarterstaffs and spears being his favoured weapons of choice. He twirls them around his body like a madman and uses them to vault around the battlefield, impaling foes before cracking them across the skull with the haft of the weapon, his attacks are swift and brutal and despite his position as a sorcerer he is rarely found without his beloved polearm seeming to almost be bonded to his favoured weapon, at times even found talking to it or raising the bottom of his ever present helm to lick blood from it's blade or point. His favoured weapon eternal is an enchanted tooth glaive, shaped into a cruel gold blade and point attached to a black metal haft that itself ended in a curved spike blade, the blade is enchanted to extend and retract and maintain its razor-sharp edge even upon tough hide.
When it comes to defense Xix relies on his mobility and his armour, his armour is a custom-crafted piece born of crime and disparity. The piece is enchanted to morph with his sorcery so as to not constrict his abilities at the very least. The arms are themselves are equipped with metal claws by default and beyond their ability to conform to his armour the suit is enchanted to punish those that would harm it and retain its form under huge duress. If crumpled, sliced or destroyed the piece regenerates slowly over time, replacing it's broken pieces from its remains or tearing iron fresh from the ground if available, although this has its limits, destruction of the armour by itself yields sparks of flame and it glows a horrid red to warn predators much like one would in the wild. These sparks can ignite into wispy trails of flame and are a deterrent to attackers and thieves alike, the armour being attuned to Xix alone allowing him to be one of the few comfortable in it's heated depths.