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Lord of Altera
[Reuploaded cuz' thread was being glitchy ;-;]
| Name |
Xander R'aekin Irils
| Full Titles |
Nope.
| Nickname/Alias |
Xan
| Name |
Xander R'aekin Irils
| Full Titles |
Nope.
| Nickname/Alias |
Xan
| Key Facts |
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Social Status: Meh.
Sexuality: Hetero-row-row your boat!
Height: 6'0
Weight: 195 lbs
Date of Birth: Unknown.
Date of Death: Not yet.
Homeland: Xander is known to mention a place named 'Le'ari'
Current Home: Riseport / Havonen
| Physiology |
Build: Xander is of average build, his body decently well-toned through years of manual labor and dueling.
Hair: Dark brown, thick, and growing long.
Eyes: Green. One lighter than other. An extremely unknown fact, he is color-blind in one eye. Small specks of yellowish-brown litter his iris.
Identifying Marks: A lighter left eye. A large, branch-like scar covers his his right arm while three formal straight cuts cover his left shoulders. More intricate tribal-like tattoos mark his chest, usually hidden. Along with such, his back is lined with many traces of scars. Near his lower abdomen rests a jagged wound, a slash mark. Upon his left arm lies a scar, which appears similar to a crack or a web. It reaches from his shoulder down to wrist, quite intricately carved into his skin. Near the scar lies a dark tattoo, an insignia inked into his skin. Upon his right arm's shoulder lies three diagonal scars, more formal cuts. Quite farther down, in his palm, is a delicately made tattoo that labels him a heretic. This tattoo is nearly always hidden under his dueling glove.
Skin: Lightly tanned, surprisingly soft, save for his callused knuckles.
Appearance: Xander holds the posture of a gentleman, usually kept straight and smooth. His chin and jaw are quite sharp and chiseled, softer features near his cheeks. His arms are quite vein-y, noticeable when his hands are lowered. His face is also prized with a short stubble, usually freshly shaven- part of his daily routine. His eyes seem to be slightly tired, every now and then resting for several minutes. This is due to his long-lasting paranoia, not getting too much sleep during the night.
Clothing:
Working as a guard in Riseport as of late, Xander will usually wear his guard uniform. Being somewhat similar to the usual clothing, it has several key difference. To start, his left armored sleeve has been stripped of its gauntlet, allowing his hand to work freely without restriction. His right has been somewhat inverted compared to the former, sleeve ripped away to allow free movement of the elbow as well as a gauntlet strapped tight to his hand. Simple brown trousers match with a somewhat thick shirt, usual white undershirt underneath. To complete the attire, a cloak hangs from his shoulders- end of the material ripped away for various other uses.
Weaponry: At any time, Xander will be carrying a small arsenal of which he has practiced vigorously with.
While these may vary at times, his usual loadout consists of four blades.
| Prox | A sabre quite near and dear to Xander's heart, it was the first weapon he'd been able to correctly smith, with help of his mentors, and is kept to the left of his sheathe belt at all times.
| Ji | Quite a simple hand-axe, its blade weighted to be thrown if needed. A name is carved into the handle of the weapon, one that if which spoken will freeze Xander in his tracks.
| Skree | A curved kukri, around a foot and a half in length.
| Bella | A seax. A seax? A seax. More of a tool than a weapon, he'll usually use it to prepare food, chop higher grass, this and that.
Prized Possessions: The people that put up with his crap, his talents and skills.
Hygiene: Average. Smells faintly of the sea, relying on the saltwater to clean him most of the time. His breath will smell of cinnamon and mint, being the two materials he'd use to keep his pearly whites clean. Around halfway through the day, his breath will begin to smell more grain-y, a shot of whiskey to keep him stable.
Voice: Erhm... Manly? For specifics, let's see... Xander's voice is a strange mix of a french and british accent, along with quite a bit of pirate slang around those he trusts due to his time spent on the seven seas!~
The best reference I could give would be a mix of Arno Dorian and Captain Jack Sparrow. His tone varies at times from fruity and clear to hoarse and venomous, all depending on whom he's speaking with and just how well his day's been going. While decently articulate, he usually spits his words quite fast as to get everything out of his head as soon as he can.
| Qualities & Flaws |
Strengths:
| Swordsmanship/blademanship | Spending several years assisting on the vessel of a 'privateer', as well as a fight-club style business, his swordsmanship is decently sharpened.
| Archery | Quite a basic skill, he has learned to use the bow and arrow quite efficiently.
| CQC | Being a fighter, he had to learn soon enough how to handle himself without a length of metal to aid him.
| Blacksmithing | What's there to say? While not at all a legendary smith, or even an average one, he's capable of pulling out a good dagger now and then.
| Sturdy/Agile | While not at all a master with his footwork, he's decently quick on a heel.
| Simple medicine | Not much to say, really. He's basic knowledge in treating stab and cut wounds, as well as logical medicinal ideas he'd gathered through previous history.
| Also proficient in... |
~ Climbing
~ Sailing
Fears:
| Amnesia | The thought of losing all he's learned and seen from something as simple as head trauma, it gives him a good shudder.
| Immobility | Xander tries to rely on no one but himself, and a large fear of his is being unable to move. Be it a tight space or a crippling blow, he'll be reluctant to lose part of him.
| Corruption/corrupted | Something he's seen occur every now and then, power getting to a person's head. Xander fears that those he does attempt to help and befriend will one day take a turn for the worse.
| Fiery death | Having your skin and muscles burnt and feeling every last moment until eventually your nerves burn out? Nope.
| Watery grave | While he'd take this over burning to death, Xander fears any large bodies of water. It's not that he cannot swim, but his time spent on the seas has imprinted a strange mix of hatred and fear of not being able to see the horizon.
Weaknesses:
| Merciful | When having to choose between offense and defense, Xander will nearly always protect himself instead of attempting to strike a killing blow. Unless he's struck with bloodlust, usually due to seeing and/or hearing of someone close to him passing, he will attempt to incapacitate his opponent at the most.
| Easily manipulated| Xander's soft spot is people. As he wishes to protect the friends around him, he is easily used and manipulated by them. This could easily lead to his demise, unable to bare seeing those around him disappointed.
| Cocky | Amidst anything that involves showing off his skillset, he will prod and humor himself and any crowds with small insults and cocky movements. Depending on whom he's with, this can easily lead to his demise.
| Long Weaponry | Meh, too hard to maneuver. With Xander's fighting style, he cannot fight efficiently with any weaponry longer than 45 inches.
| Heavy Weaponry | Along with the longer weaponry, his fighting style with heavier blades can be quite rough, varying depending on exactly how much the weapon weighs.
| Emotion-first | While some head into a scenario with a logical mind, Xander follows his heart- or, well, scientifically, brain, in most situations. This can easily lead to him doing something that could be deemed wrong or unethical.
| Stubborn | When Xander's mind settles on something, it's likely to stay.
| Blunt weaponry | While he's unsure himself, Xander blames his inability to properly handle blunt weaponry on his fighting style, as it is composed of shallow cuts and stabs.
Hobbies: While not exactly strengths- nor weaknesses, Xander has a knack for several more commonplace things. Always good to have a skilled hobby!
| Music | Being a bit rusty, Xander had taken up a few instruments to fill his time as a child- and through worse situations. These include the harpsichord, the wheel fiddle, and some quite horrible sounding viol.
| Exercise | Being a slight man's man, Xander will attempt to keep himself as toned as he can be, mostly for appearance, whenever he has the time.
| Sparring | Well, he's a duelist. Makes sense, no?
| Cooking | Not exactly a Gordon Ramsey when it comes to cooking, Xander still enjoys making whatever food he can, experimenting with spices, this and that.~
Intelligence: In the words of a disappointed parent... 'He has potential. Just doesn't push himself.' Several years of home school have taught him specific categories of knowledge including advanced reading and writing, basic medicine, and a small amount of knowledge on anatomy.
Language: Common!
Profession: A jack of all trades!
| Ethics & Motivations |
Personality: The years have affected Xander's personally plenty, but he has always maintained a kindheartedness towards the innocent. When facing someone, his first worry is of their health. While he's selfless in such ways, he will also approach each individual with a steady hand on the handle of his blade. A paranoia developed through several years of loss, he will act quite wary to many he does not know but nevertheless treat with kindness. Due to the loss he has experienced, his worry of losing more loved ones plagues him with fear of them leaving him.
Religion or Cults: Heretic.
Alignment: Usually a mix of chaotic good and a sliiiight hint of lawful evil, sometimes lawful good.
Biggest Secret: "Erhm... Well, I was a fighter, after all. And, as a fighter- and slave, I had been expected to work without any distractions available. Anything that could end up making me think twice, or plan for the future. Things like... children, yeah? It's not that the fighters weren't allowed children, no, not at all. They simply... Attempt to prohibit it. Through heavier means.
It hurt. Extremely. Though, I had to have it. Nearly died from the horribly crude procedure. Thank the Gods we had some medicine t'numb it. Nearly a week after, I was still stuck in that bed. Unable to stand, barely able to speak. They nearly tossed me into a hole because I couldn't fight. Gah, this isn't... how can I say this...
Well, in the simplest terms, I'm infertile. Unable to have a child. Not another Irils to be born. I'm the last one."
Short Term Goals:
| Find a larger house |
| Find a job that allows him to travel |
Long Term Goals:
| Learn more about 'magic' |
| Protection for his beloved |
| Trivia |
Favourite...
Place: "Oh, the all-famous sparring circle."
Pastime: "Talks by the tavern counters. Only the counters, for some reason."
Food: "If food is prepared for me, I'm not one to bicker."
Drink: "Whiskey. A nice, still glass of whiskey."
Colour: "Something about darker purples are quite easy on the eye."
Animal: "No animal compares to the beauty of the wolf."
Least Favourite...
Place: "The north. Anywhere cold, in fact. Doesn't go well with my skin."
Pastime: "Anything that has to do with nobility. Nothing worse than politics, aye?"
Food: "Nothing with too much salt."
Drink: "Anything with too little alcohol. I'm fine with too much, or none at all, but... nngh."
Color: "Gah.. For reasons I do not know, I cannot stand light yellow."
Animal: "Snakes."
Pet Peeves:
~ Heroes, those who attempt to lead for fame.
~ Unearned nobility
~ Muddy boots
~ Any change of his hairstyle
~ For some reason, any name that's less than four letters.
Thoughts on...
Gods: "I've lived twenty-five years without them, no need for 'em now. They stick to what they do, I stick to what I do."
Other races: "It's great to see all united with one another, no matter the traits. Thank god, it's far different than home."
Nobility: "Psh. I'm fine with the higher-class, so long they're not snobs. Never met a high-class man without that trait. I'd much rather be poor and easy-going than rich as can be and as snobbish as a God.
Marriage: "Am I ready to be married? Seems as if everyone I've known as settled down, but it seems so strange to live like that. What if I chose the wrong person? Or they were hurt and I couldn't stop it? Maybe if I could find someone who'd be up for an adventure alongside me, that'd be wonderful.."
Slaves: "If I ever meet a slave owner, I swear to the Gods that I'll have 'is head on a stick. Nothing worse than a man who forces men."
Nature: "Nothing I've ever seen could be considered more beautiful than Mother Nature. Walking through a forest, if you're quiet enough, you can see- no, feel the presence of life all around. Deer sipping from their lakes, birds chirping to their mates. It's a wonderful feeling."
[Credits to Faelin for the initial character profile format]
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