Post by Xal on Jun 5, 2010 17:43:25 GMT -8
Name: Elaxi Rayit
Nickname(s): Xal
Age: 12
Date of Birth: August 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Breed: Wind Sprite
Abilities: Wind Focus
Loyalty: No one!!!!
Status/Occupation: Murderer? Thief of Life? Random person who hides in shadows to leap out at people are kill them? Traveling killer? Something like that?
Appearance:
Human Form~ Soft shade of brown color the hair that flows down past Xal’s ears. The texture is soft and silky to touch. Running a hand through any section one would find no knots. Hair is usually swept back, but still a little spiky. Skin is a fair tone not very dark in coloring. Eyes are a dark gray which are often clouded over. Height is not quite average seeing as he stands at 4 feet. Basic information in the fact he looks human except for a small shading of bright coloring on the ankle. Still very much so a kid.
True Form~ A solid shape of cloud like material. A material that is shaped very human like. Almond shaped eyes look rather large as they watch ones movements. Flashes of light or coloring of skies show up often all across the body. Fangs of lightning come forth from this creatures mouth. Claws appear to have formed instead of fingernails, though it’s merely used to slash through the winds and storms. Xal is quite the sight to see in this form, full of wild energy. Eyes often prove this with the killing intent behind the mask of dark black color. Hair merely lengthens about an inch and changes to the color of fluffy white clouds. Height remains the same for him, though his body thins up oddly enough. So clothing is easy to deal with.
Clothing~ Xal has odd taste in clothing. He doesn’t really like going around without any, seeing as they help him blend into the surroundings and therefore makes it easier to sneak up on people. For him Xal likes to wear a black jacket most times with some sort of shirt underneath. Pants aren’t exactly his choice. He prefers shorts of sorts. It doesn’t matter whether the clothing is from any sort of species, seeing as he has distanced himself from all. Shoes are not welcomed though, they only cause problems. Xal always carries a knife with him, or a dagger. He needs something to take blood with too so this requires having empty vials with him.
Personality: The clock is ticking down slowly. Time is almost up for those who draw near. Tell a secret or prepare yourself to die within a second. Finding a shadowy creature such as this will give you no time to think. Trust in no one, turn to no one, tell no one, die for no one, live for no one, this is a simple way to live. The flare of night is certain to attract this unwanted creature of the shadows. Living in the shadows,fearing too much light. Xal is one such as this. Lurking in the dark with a planned attempt to kill any passerby's. This is a choice of his for enjoying himself with this to pass his time. Finding that he hates civilization and avoids large crowds.
Messed up as Xal is already he also has a quire lust. Even though he isn’t a daemon he tends to act more like one of them instead of his own species. Blood is the thing that seems to pique his interest. The taste, the texture, the feel of blood running down ones throat, the smell, it all makes him excited. Without much care for the world he does what he wants then escapes the scene with glee. Each time he makes a kill a sample of blood is taken with him into a collection that is stored in a secret location, it’s a secret. For every kill is a bottle of blood, which tends to pile up after awhile.
Cities are scary for Xal. He tends to stay away when it’s not needed. Though when he needs a place to hide it’s best to go there, not many care then. Finding that being suffocated by building as they surround you is a scary thought. People crowding streets around you, ramming into you as they hurry by leaving you wondering if they did something to you. Children skipping around laughing and screaming that pierces your ears. Xal finds himself thinking these things every time he sees even a small village.
Talking with people doesn’t happen to often. Make short conversation about the world then kill them. That’s usually how it all goes. Unless one piques Xal’s interest they can hope to die. Though piquing his interest is sometimes a very bad thing. Seeing as it tends to make Xal want to taste your blood even more. Scary thought, yes. Perhaps if one offers him a sample of blood in return for doing something he might be willing to cooperate. Though it could turn out he’ll kill you anyways. Trusting him is one of the hardest things to do.
Shifting is pathetic. Even though the feel is great Xal tends to avoid it. He hates his shifter side and will avoid that at all costs. So he pretends to be human like, even though his ankle can give
Nearing Xal is already pressuring a rather intense aura. The intent of murder and lust for blood certainly is quite amusing. One can sense this aura from even a fourth of a mile away, yes it’s not that far. So already one can’t trust him from seeing the kid at first. Don’t be fooled by this kids appearance, he’d frightening.<br>
History: One would think Xal had undergone some demoralizing history as a small kid. This is not actually the case. Xal was brought up on the Shifter Island. Family was there, he only had one sister, a mum and a dad. Nothing out of the ordinary. What would make this child so messed up is probably what you’d like to know.<br>
Elaxi Rayit was another inhabitant of the Shifter isle. Though upon one day some things changed. After finally becoming of age Elaxi was getting sick of the small place. Finding that he could no longer stand staying in one place he organized a way for him to leave. This led to complications that are best not to be explained. After making it to the mainland of Litharia he found himself wondering what to do with himself. Elaxi started finding that he hated being shifter only after a small amount of time being here. Slowly he began to tear himself apart mentally. Now calling himself Xal to rid himself of that horrid name of Elaxi Rayit. Finding ways to make himself different from the shifter nature and slowly trying to find a way to become not a shifter like he was. Then came the time he witnessed an effortless killing by another. Blood splattered everywhere, even onto himself. This person had done this so nicely and then taken a drink of the blood. Blood. He found his answer. The more blood of different specie he had in him the less shifter he would become. This is the way Xal started thinking. Leaving behind the kind shifter kid Elaxi Rayit.
Roleplay Sample: The woods creaked with the wind. Oh the blessed wind and the sweet smells that drifted along with them. Why couldn’t everything be so sweet such as the pleasant weather. Xal thought like this after another success of blood stealing. This day was pleasant, no matter the weather. Nothing could spoil the moment, perhaps he’d even enjoy obtaining someone to talk with on such a beautiful day. Though he doubted this for an odd reason. No one deserved his trust. Then again, there was the fact no one would really want it. Though one would think it’d be nice to be on the other side of Xal.
Hiccuping Xal pushed himself up. A bright conniving grin crossed his face. Yes, today was great. A red tongue dashed across his lips. Blood was calling again, the feeling of lust was becoming greater. The same loopy look in his hazy gray eyes. Life was great.
A crack of twigs snapped Xal’s attention. So he wasn’t alone, how nice. The mad grin faded for a second. He’d play it cool until the opportunity came. This certainly was a lovely day. Much better than the days stuck on an island of shifters. They were such batty people.
Nickname(s): Xal
Age: 12
Date of Birth: August 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Breed: Wind Sprite
Abilities: Wind Focus
Loyalty: No one!!!!
Status/Occupation: Murderer? Thief of Life? Random person who hides in shadows to leap out at people are kill them? Traveling killer? Something like that?
Appearance:
Human Form~ Soft shade of brown color the hair that flows down past Xal’s ears. The texture is soft and silky to touch. Running a hand through any section one would find no knots. Hair is usually swept back, but still a little spiky. Skin is a fair tone not very dark in coloring. Eyes are a dark gray which are often clouded over. Height is not quite average seeing as he stands at 4 feet. Basic information in the fact he looks human except for a small shading of bright coloring on the ankle. Still very much so a kid.
True Form~ A solid shape of cloud like material. A material that is shaped very human like. Almond shaped eyes look rather large as they watch ones movements. Flashes of light or coloring of skies show up often all across the body. Fangs of lightning come forth from this creatures mouth. Claws appear to have formed instead of fingernails, though it’s merely used to slash through the winds and storms. Xal is quite the sight to see in this form, full of wild energy. Eyes often prove this with the killing intent behind the mask of dark black color. Hair merely lengthens about an inch and changes to the color of fluffy white clouds. Height remains the same for him, though his body thins up oddly enough. So clothing is easy to deal with.
Clothing~ Xal has odd taste in clothing. He doesn’t really like going around without any, seeing as they help him blend into the surroundings and therefore makes it easier to sneak up on people. For him Xal likes to wear a black jacket most times with some sort of shirt underneath. Pants aren’t exactly his choice. He prefers shorts of sorts. It doesn’t matter whether the clothing is from any sort of species, seeing as he has distanced himself from all. Shoes are not welcomed though, they only cause problems. Xal always carries a knife with him, or a dagger. He needs something to take blood with too so this requires having empty vials with him.
Personality: The clock is ticking down slowly. Time is almost up for those who draw near. Tell a secret or prepare yourself to die within a second. Finding a shadowy creature such as this will give you no time to think. Trust in no one, turn to no one, tell no one, die for no one, live for no one, this is a simple way to live. The flare of night is certain to attract this unwanted creature of the shadows. Living in the shadows,fearing too much light. Xal is one such as this. Lurking in the dark with a planned attempt to kill any passerby's. This is a choice of his for enjoying himself with this to pass his time. Finding that he hates civilization and avoids large crowds.
Messed up as Xal is already he also has a quire lust. Even though he isn’t a daemon he tends to act more like one of them instead of his own species. Blood is the thing that seems to pique his interest. The taste, the texture, the feel of blood running down ones throat, the smell, it all makes him excited. Without much care for the world he does what he wants then escapes the scene with glee. Each time he makes a kill a sample of blood is taken with him into a collection that is stored in a secret location, it’s a secret. For every kill is a bottle of blood, which tends to pile up after awhile.
Cities are scary for Xal. He tends to stay away when it’s not needed. Though when he needs a place to hide it’s best to go there, not many care then. Finding that being suffocated by building as they surround you is a scary thought. People crowding streets around you, ramming into you as they hurry by leaving you wondering if they did something to you. Children skipping around laughing and screaming that pierces your ears. Xal finds himself thinking these things every time he sees even a small village.
Talking with people doesn’t happen to often. Make short conversation about the world then kill them. That’s usually how it all goes. Unless one piques Xal’s interest they can hope to die. Though piquing his interest is sometimes a very bad thing. Seeing as it tends to make Xal want to taste your blood even more. Scary thought, yes. Perhaps if one offers him a sample of blood in return for doing something he might be willing to cooperate. Though it could turn out he’ll kill you anyways. Trusting him is one of the hardest things to do.
Shifting is pathetic. Even though the feel is great Xal tends to avoid it. He hates his shifter side and will avoid that at all costs. So he pretends to be human like, even though his ankle can give
Nearing Xal is already pressuring a rather intense aura. The intent of murder and lust for blood certainly is quite amusing. One can sense this aura from even a fourth of a mile away, yes it’s not that far. So already one can’t trust him from seeing the kid at first. Don’t be fooled by this kids appearance, he’d frightening.<br>
History: One would think Xal had undergone some demoralizing history as a small kid. This is not actually the case. Xal was brought up on the Shifter Island. Family was there, he only had one sister, a mum and a dad. Nothing out of the ordinary. What would make this child so messed up is probably what you’d like to know.<br>
Elaxi Rayit was another inhabitant of the Shifter isle. Though upon one day some things changed. After finally becoming of age Elaxi was getting sick of the small place. Finding that he could no longer stand staying in one place he organized a way for him to leave. This led to complications that are best not to be explained. After making it to the mainland of Litharia he found himself wondering what to do with himself. Elaxi started finding that he hated being shifter only after a small amount of time being here. Slowly he began to tear himself apart mentally. Now calling himself Xal to rid himself of that horrid name of Elaxi Rayit. Finding ways to make himself different from the shifter nature and slowly trying to find a way to become not a shifter like he was. Then came the time he witnessed an effortless killing by another. Blood splattered everywhere, even onto himself. This person had done this so nicely and then taken a drink of the blood. Blood. He found his answer. The more blood of different specie he had in him the less shifter he would become. This is the way Xal started thinking. Leaving behind the kind shifter kid Elaxi Rayit.
Roleplay Sample: The woods creaked with the wind. Oh the blessed wind and the sweet smells that drifted along with them. Why couldn’t everything be so sweet such as the pleasant weather. Xal thought like this after another success of blood stealing. This day was pleasant, no matter the weather. Nothing could spoil the moment, perhaps he’d even enjoy obtaining someone to talk with on such a beautiful day. Though he doubted this for an odd reason. No one deserved his trust. Then again, there was the fact no one would really want it. Though one would think it’d be nice to be on the other side of Xal.
Hiccuping Xal pushed himself up. A bright conniving grin crossed his face. Yes, today was great. A red tongue dashed across his lips. Blood was calling again, the feeling of lust was becoming greater. The same loopy look in his hazy gray eyes. Life was great.
A crack of twigs snapped Xal’s attention. So he wasn’t alone, how nice. The mad grin faded for a second. He’d play it cool until the opportunity came. This certainly was a lovely day. Much better than the days stuck on an island of shifters. They were such batty people.
