by Name: Xayang
Nickname: Shadowstep
Gender: Male
Race: Bludluzt [Undorian]
Age: 22
Birthday: Red Moon 25th
Sexuality: Straight
Unique Characteristics: N/A
Personality: Shaped by years of torment and training, he is silent and keeps to himself. You could call him an introvert based on these observations, but he is a mad man waiting to snap. He has a tendency to lash out in fits of rage when egged on to be against his code. His morals has no bound, he does as he pleases, and cares not who gets in the way. His honor in his the actions he chooses, not the people who suffer from them. Because of this, he is commonly found bottling up his emotions until they turn into sorrow, sadness, or rage. There's no excuse for his rude and brash behavior, but it has come to people's aid at times. Sometimes he will find himself working along people who live a life opposite of his. To him, it's a way to get around the morality of his code of arms, as well as a way to find exceptions to the tenets he follows. Sometimes, rarely, he will share one of the many codes he follows to those in his party, however those he tell are not because he trusts them, but that he expects them to live a shortened life.
In war and in battle, he turns often bloodthirsty and ruthless, a contrast to his quiet behavior. He often appears like a silent figure until he runs at you with every weapon he could get his hands on. After skirmishes, he has been known to take tokens from his fallen targets, such as jewelry, trinkets, heirlooms and in some cases limbs or bones of the deceased. To him, it is his prize, his reward for his actions, while at the same time a reminder of the crimes he has commit. Even if he is rather insane with his thirst for blood, he does not ever wish to fight. But when backed into a corner, he will hit them, and everyone remotely against him with everything he has, and doesn't have.
Likes:
- Having time for himself
- Reading
- Art
Dislikes:
- Combat, he dislikes fighting in general. He feels as if it opens up a new side to his heart
- Arrogance, He feels as if people who refuse to accept the truth are only trouble.
- Ignorance, He feels all people should be willing to educate themselves, however slight.
Motivations:
- Creating things, He likes to busy himself with crafting tools or trinkets.
- Plantlife, He often finds himself in the forests looking at plants and seeing what their effects on the body are.
- Food, He likes to cook, and often uses his other interests to make an excellent meal.
Fears/Disgusts:
- Possessive Demons
- Death
- Stale food
Eyes: Amber
Hair: N/A
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 243lbs
Complexion: Orange and Green. They fade into a gradient throughout his body.
Nickname: Shadowstep
Gender: Male
Race: Bludluzt [Undorian]
Age: 22
Birthday: Red Moon 25th
Sexuality: Straight
Unique Characteristics: N/A
Personality: Shaped by years of torment and training, he is silent and keeps to himself. You could call him an introvert based on these observations, but he is a mad man waiting to snap. He has a tendency to lash out in fits of rage when egged on to be against his code. His morals has no bound, he does as he pleases, and cares not who gets in the way. His honor in his the actions he chooses, not the people who suffer from them. Because of this, he is commonly found bottling up his emotions until they turn into sorrow, sadness, or rage. There's no excuse for his rude and brash behavior, but it has come to people's aid at times. Sometimes he will find himself working along people who live a life opposite of his. To him, it's a way to get around the morality of his code of arms, as well as a way to find exceptions to the tenets he follows. Sometimes, rarely, he will share one of the many codes he follows to those in his party, however those he tell are not because he trusts them, but that he expects them to live a shortened life.
In war and in battle, he turns often bloodthirsty and ruthless, a contrast to his quiet behavior. He often appears like a silent figure until he runs at you with every weapon he could get his hands on. After skirmishes, he has been known to take tokens from his fallen targets, such as jewelry, trinkets, heirlooms and in some cases limbs or bones of the deceased. To him, it is his prize, his reward for his actions, while at the same time a reminder of the crimes he has commit. Even if he is rather insane with his thirst for blood, he does not ever wish to fight. But when backed into a corner, he will hit them, and everyone remotely against him with everything he has, and doesn't have.
Likes:
- Having time for himself
- Reading
- Art
Dislikes:
- Combat, he dislikes fighting in general. He feels as if it opens up a new side to his heart
- Arrogance, He feels as if people who refuse to accept the truth are only trouble.
- Ignorance, He feels all people should be willing to educate themselves, however slight.
Motivations:
- Creating things, He likes to busy himself with crafting tools or trinkets.
- Plantlife, He often finds himself in the forests looking at plants and seeing what their effects on the body are.
- Food, He likes to cook, and often uses his other interests to make an excellent meal.
Fears/Disgusts:
- Possessive Demons
- Death
- Stale food
Eyes: Amber
Hair: N/A
Height: 7'1"
Weight: 243lbs
Complexion: Orange and Green. They fade into a gradient throughout his body.
