Name: Xandros
Country Affiliation: Imuchakk
Race: Imuchakk
Tier: D-Tier [Novice]
Class: Warrior
Age + Birthdate: 18 | August, 16th
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: He has a set tolerance when listening to others and goes off to other places on whim against others or upper authority. His attitude toward everyone is the same cheerfully, deep toned, self-righteous nature. His outfit to his attire represents his characteristics to the world showing him different to all others whom he is friends, or known to. Generally thought of by others as a boring or dull. he is more consider a reality changer in his eyes.
He is gently in nature and doesn't really seek out bad omens unless he is willing to caused them himself only for his satisfaction once in a while. Being as is people in his village sees him as a calm collected body, but he is really just a dream seeker and past remember always thinking about his father. Seeming to bad in nature from how he enjoys others misfortune even though he will want to cause it more underhandedly cares deep within his heart, bu doesn't like showing his sweet side which is also a side of his fear. He has a deep lust for battling on against others, stronger people, or weaker people, he takes everything to do with his opponent into consider as he fights them, the thrill, rush, and strength others have just makes his inner child thrash in excitement.
Likes:Chaos - Xandros is like a calm ocean just waiting to wreak havoc and stir up some kind of problems. He finds causing issues and troubles to others enjoyment in which he can benefit from while thinking deeply about how he will plan out the actions and steps going beyond even the depth of finding another plan to draw back to quickly.
Strategizing - Since he was little all he could think about was how to have a better life. Putting time into reading books once he’d got to the age of reading open up his knowledge to another level of thinking. Hoping that by requiring more knowledge from books and thinking up plans would only help him thrive in the city, but eventually allow him to leave and travel the world.
Dislikes: Slavery - He can’t stand the thought of bring that kind of distress and title upon someone, even just belittling someone to the point of even a mindset like a slaver. His stomach cringes at the site of seeing people and children especially being moved around as objects and nothing more.
The Humidity - Being raised in the Imuchakk for most of his life he doesn’t like the humid temperatures and prefer the light breezes. Thinking of being in the desert, and volcanic areas greatly agitates him and makes his blood boil only when feeling the breeze of a fiery wind come in contact with his skin.
Aspirations: The main goal of his thought process is to have the utter most fun while causing chaos and reign of terror even though he hides his inner depth of character. Other ideals or achievements in his reach of ability lies within appearing in the structure of places to surprise his opponents and crush their spirit’s, heart, and confuse their brain to the point of questioning everything. He quite enjoys the distress of others and their misfortune, like he soaks it in for himself while reigning over them. His wise sense of presence is calming and complex as in like elder, or monk when ever he comforts something head on.
Phobias/fears: Asthenophobia- Fear of fainting or weakness. Being in a great warrior clan failing certain task in your lifetime time isn't acceptable and could bring great shame upon his household and himself in general.
Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love. Not really into the game of talking to women other than friends, making him often struggle to try and get a romantic connection through to the females of his village.
Face-Claim: Lancer ( Fate/Prototype)
Hair Color: Ocean Blue
Eye Color:Scarlet
Height: 7’0ft ( 213.36 cm )
Weight: 221lbs ( 100.24kg )
Appearance: Xandros wears light clothing being used to the icy cold winds of Imuchakk. Has long dark blue hair the color resembling the ocean almost. Wears a small primal ancestor like shroud around his neck showing his midriff and stomach region for hunting trips, and everyday activity. His lower region is covered in a kilt of cloth tied together, with compression tights for when he’d go swimming also encase the cloth were to get blown away. His shoes are blue sandals that stay on his feet in most situations even while swimming. The pattern of his shoes are gladiators laced style going up to his knees short being cut off before the middle of his shins.
Rukh Alignment: White Rukh
Special Features: N/E
History: Xandros was birth to his mother named Hydriris, and his father named Hydraris. Weighting about 43.09 in kilograms once born, his body being quiet sturdy and narrow in size in companies to the other of his village. His father teaching him how to walk seeing how his son might be below the weight for a newborn when he was first born. Getting around to his childhood days, many people came through Imuchakk with trading prompts and slave trading this really upsetting the young boy Xandros quite a bit he’d grew a resentment and deep hatred for it. Coming to the age of 10 Xandros had been the height of adult men around 5”6, his father happily proud of his son height taking him out to fish with him and some other for the first time to experience the patience and waiting for something to happen.
The beginning of his teenage years were quite rough. During his practices with his father out in the tundra away from the village they experienced a heavy storm coming in causing a blizzard which swept by quickly. Xandros and Hydraris both being dragged down by the pile up off the over bearing winds, and snow building had no other choice then surviving or lasting out this blizzard. The blizzard lasting for more than 3 days, leaving them for without food for quite some time, Xandros suggested in leaving in search for food to survive, but his father had other actions. His father leaving out into the snowy path heading out to the cave of a sleeping bear, with a spear in hand. Several minutes later his father would come back, covered in blood with a large arm from bear and nothing more than the scratches across his torso, handing Xandros his spear and the food dying shortly after.
Xandros in a fit of rage followed the faint trailing of his father blood to the cage not but a few miles away from the location they hide in. Upon entering the cave Xandros felt the presence of the beast eyeing him and snarling once he smelt him enter. Shouting at the top of his lungs, Xandros took off in a dash toward the beast moderately moving at 6 mph holding the spear with his left hand pointing it like a javile readying to throw. A strong wind would be felt pressurized by a paw sending them toward Xandros pushing him backwards, only making him more aggressive and violent. Inserting the spear head into the ground, bruises forming from rubbing against the ground on his knees, pulling up dirt along the ground before pushing forward throwing the spear aimed at the eye of the bear. The bear rushing toward Xandros not minding the spear ramming its head into the point knocking it backward reflecting it to the ground. Entering a tug war with the bear each of them having a firm grasp around one another, Xandros promoted to backbend and drop the bear on it heads to render it unconscious.
On the way through the backbend the bear send and created a large gash on the back of Xandros, making him tighten the grip using the pain and a source of anger leading to the breaking of the bears spinal cord and back. Crushing it on the head blood scattered across the ground, Xandros staggering forward dragging the bear by its one arm, while carrying his father's corpse over his back. Heading back into the dying out snow blizzard walking barely conscious for 5 days heading back to the village, having frostbite, most likely a infection which could be treated. His mother taking his father’s body to mourning over it while Xandros spent the rest of his years honing his skills and reading many books within the libraries of Imuchakk, but always remembering that the wound on his back is the one of his father.
Role-Play Sample:" Mom, i'm heading out to go study some more" speaking from up stairs in there tiny hunt. Ruffling being heard from the lower floor of the building as his mother shouted "This is the day that your father died, are you sure you okay?" she would yell, hearing her son coming down the stairs his headed touching the ceiling basically. "Mom, Ill be alright nothing to big " reassuring his mother as he'd came to place his arms on her shoulder making her stop her actions previous, kissing her forehead lightly before moving quickly out the door and into the main village heading to the library to not forgetting his spear. " Bye, Mom, Dad is never forgotten as long as i have my scar to remember " his voice fading in the distance before completely disappearing into the cowards of people.
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