Post by xeno on May 27, 2018 14:30:12 GMT
Xeno Outlaw |
Xeno (Xenith Dracon) | Axew |
16 Years | Male | level 05 | Mold Breaker |
RELAXED | Strongly Defiant | ||
Scratch | Leer | Counter | move |
appearance
Xeno is pretty average except for his green eyes and chipped horn.
personality
Xeno is a pretty upstanding guy which is why most people are surprised when they learn he's an outlaw. Xeno was raised to be polite and protective of those around him. However, he grew a rebellious nature that sent him out into the world wanting to be more than his family dictated.
He is fighting his fate wanting to pave his own path. He is still finding his way in the world. However, he is a strong believer in honor. As well as being kind towards others that are unlike him.
He is fighting his fate wanting to pave his own path. He is still finding his way in the world. However, he is a strong believer in honor. As well as being kind towards others that are unlike him.
history
Xeno was born to a clutch of three with the name Xenith Dracon. He was the most playful of the bunch always eager to explore and discover. Always getting into trouble.
See he was born into a high ranking family of dragons. Considered one of the six great families. They put honor above everything. They must protect the weak, ensure their strength, and keep their heads raised high. It was a dictatorship and Xeno was forced to follow his father.
He was trained until he was broken and whimpering on the floor then berated for being weak. He was pushed day in and day out from the moment he turned five. He was expected to help bring honor to their name and species.
Unlike his siblings that fell into line though he remained rebellious. It only grew as time went on. Unable to defend himself against his own father he did the only thing he could. He ran and changed his name.
Young and inexperienced the axew found life out in the world difficult. He was nearly torn apart by a gabite as he tried to flee the region from which he was born. The Gabite taking a chunk from his horn and the child barely making it to safety.
Scared and starting to regret simply running from his family he turned to stealing the food he needed to survive. It earned him many beatings and he was chased from many towns. He had to live; he wanted to live a life where no one told him what to do.
The wilderness got to him. It made him wild himself constantly attacking others and fighting for what he needed. He didn't always win but he made sure he always survived. It gave him the title of an outlaw. A title he didn't want but had earned with his ferocity and thievery.
One day he had just finished a fight. His prey laying limp on the ground. He was brought back to a cold harsh reality when he heard the cry of papa. A small joltik was cowering in a hole of a tree. No, not just one but several. Their eyes locked on him in fear as he stood above their parent's lifeless form.
Everything he had been taught about honor had disappeared from him. Suddenly he was scared of himself. This wasn't what he wanted. He had just wanted to be able to choose his own life. He had wanted to be able to be a painter or maybe a doctor. He didn't want this either; he didn't. Yet he was.
Finding it hard to cope he ran. He didn't know what to do or how to make it up. He was a murderer and a thief. He had subjugated those children to watch their own parents death. He could never return home now. He had stained the name indefinitely.
No amount of apology or self-pity could change his actions. The actions of a truly wild pokemon. Yet, he wanted to try and make it up somehow. So he became a vigilante trying to right his own wrong by righting the wrongs of others.
See he was born into a high ranking family of dragons. Considered one of the six great families. They put honor above everything. They must protect the weak, ensure their strength, and keep their heads raised high. It was a dictatorship and Xeno was forced to follow his father.
He was trained until he was broken and whimpering on the floor then berated for being weak. He was pushed day in and day out from the moment he turned five. He was expected to help bring honor to their name and species.
Unlike his siblings that fell into line though he remained rebellious. It only grew as time went on. Unable to defend himself against his own father he did the only thing he could. He ran and changed his name.
Young and inexperienced the axew found life out in the world difficult. He was nearly torn apart by a gabite as he tried to flee the region from which he was born. The Gabite taking a chunk from his horn and the child barely making it to safety.
Scared and starting to regret simply running from his family he turned to stealing the food he needed to survive. It earned him many beatings and he was chased from many towns. He had to live; he wanted to live a life where no one told him what to do.
The wilderness got to him. It made him wild himself constantly attacking others and fighting for what he needed. He didn't always win but he made sure he always survived. It gave him the title of an outlaw. A title he didn't want but had earned with his ferocity and thievery.
One day he had just finished a fight. His prey laying limp on the ground. He was brought back to a cold harsh reality when he heard the cry of papa. A small joltik was cowering in a hole of a tree. No, not just one but several. Their eyes locked on him in fear as he stood above their parent's lifeless form.
Everything he had been taught about honor had disappeared from him. Suddenly he was scared of himself. This wasn't what he wanted. He had just wanted to be able to choose his own life. He had wanted to be able to be a painter or maybe a doctor. He didn't want this either; he didn't. Yet he was.
Finding it hard to cope he ran. He didn't know what to do or how to make it up. He was a murderer and a thief. He had subjugated those children to watch their own parents death. He could never return home now. He had stained the name indefinitely.
No amount of apology or self-pity could change his actions. The actions of a truly wild pokemon. Yet, he wanted to try and make it up somehow. So he became a vigilante trying to right his own wrong by righting the wrongs of others.
DANTELION
