Xelious

[Xelious]

OOC
Name: Mike
Years Of Role Playing: five or six
How You Found Us: Oceanwolf hooked me up
Sample Role Play With Your Character:
No one saw as he landed lightly behind the diner. It was close enough to their cabin that Xelious could fly there without attracting any unwanted attention, provided he kept low over the forest that the diner backed up to. So he had skimmed the trees until finally perching on a high branch, then willing his wings to retract into his body, grimacing against the pain as he pulled them in. This accomplished, he had nimbly made his way to the ground, hopping from thick branch to thick branch, until he’d found himself where he was now.

Entering the diner, he saw that his usual table was available, but headed up to the counter first to order. He only had a short wait before he made his way over with a cup of coffee, a chocolate milkshake, and the newspaper he’d brought in with him. Xel sat at the table, newspaper in hand and a cup of coffee in front of him. Despite the autumn chill in the air, he wore a thin t-shirt and no jacket, lounging lazily in his chair as he read. Stopping in here had slowly become part of his morning routine. Although obviously aged and in need of renovation, with its faded and slightly peeling wallpaper and dated formica tabletops, the place was clean, well-lit, and the service was friendly enough. Xel glanced at his watch.Where is she?

He heard a commotion outside, something about “not a place to park that.” Voices kept being raised, until at one point he heard the higher-pitched voice growl and shout something fairly indistinct. Rolling his eyes, he took another sip of his coffee and waited, smiling fondly. A few minutes later, Emerald walked into the diner, looking much less irritated as she saw him and walked over to him.

God, she’s beautiful, he thought, glancing up and smiling at his ‘mate.’ There was something about the way her hair framed her face that made her skin seem to almost glow, even when she was looking angry with someone. He felt his stomach do a little flip as he watched her move with that lithe grace she always had.

“You know, the locals take much more kindly to you if you don’t snarl and hit them,” he teased as Emerald sat down with him.

“Oh, shut up,” she grumbled. He slid the milkshake he’d ordered for her over to her, which she gladly accepted.

“You know, I really ought to start pointing out to you that chocolate could poison half of you,” he teased, still reading the paper. He could feel her eyes boring into him without having to look up.

“I know a birdie that’s asking to get scratched,” she answered irritably. She always was angry about anything when her motorcycle was involved.

“Maybe I am,” he said playfully, giving her a look over his paper. He was rewarded with the sight of her blushing a much brighter red than her hair.

“Not here, Xelly,” she hissed, glancing around.

“No, that would probably get us arrested,” he said thoughtfully, deliberately misinterpreting her answer. “Although there’s a rather roomy closet back by the restrooms, that might be a good place-” He was cut off by a sharp kick to his shin, which made him grin. “I love you too,” he said, winking at her.
Your Character

Back To Basics . . .

Full Name: Xelious
Nickname: Xel
Age: 17
Birthdate: November 1
Gender: Male
Nationality: American

The Beginning . . .

Date Created: Born this way
Created By: Itex
Created For: Just to prove a point
Species Modification: human-avian hybrid
Extra Powers: Wind control, Xel can also project his mind outside his body in the form of a snowy, ghostly owl. He can explore places this way, though he cannot physically interact with them.
Allegiance: His only real loyalty is to Emerald, though this could change.

On The Outside…

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 170
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour:Sandy blonde
Skin Tone: Fair-skinned
Overall Appearance: Xel is ruggedly handsome, his hair shoulder-length, but clean, and his face mostly shaven, with just enough stubble to look a little rough but not unkempt. He is fairly tall, and while he is lightly built, there’s hardly any fat on his body, showing off well-defined muscles. He has a 22-foot wingspan with black-tipped, snowy white feathers. His wings can be retracted into his back, though it’s painful to do so.

He moves with a natural grace, cutting effortlessly through the air, and even appearing more nimble on foot than most people could be. He was trained until his reflexes were finely honed, and although he tries to hide the fact, he is dangerous, whether armed or unarmed.
Clothing Style:Xel is the ultimate laid-back man. He’s most comfortable wearing loose jeans or cargo pants, with a t-shirt or wifebeater-style shirt on. He doesn’t have to worry about being too warm or too cold, since his power over the wind can regulate the temperature around him, so he tends to be dressed either heavier or lighter than everyone else around him, depending on the weather.
Other: Xel has a small pawprint tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, and the number ‘90380’ on the back of his neck, hidden beneath his hair.
Celebrity: Brad Pitt
Picture:

On The Inside…

Likes:

• His wolf girl
  
• Pizza
  
• Flying
  

Dislikes:

• Getting his feathers pulled
  
• Killing
  
• Being locked up and interogated
  

Goals:

• Escape
  
• Find Emmy
  
• Not get killed
  

Fears

• Failing to protect anyone in his care
  
• Grasshoppers
  

Quirks

• Likes high places
  
• Prefers sleeping outside
  

Habits:

• Overthinks things
  
• Cracks his fingers when he’s thinking
  
• Sending little gusts of wind to pull minor pranks on people (knocking over glasses, turning pages, etc.)
  

Bad Habits:

• Insufferable smartass
  
• Overly flirtatious
  

General Personality: Xel is an extremely easy-going person. He’s easy to get along with, funny, and outgoing. He’s the sort of person who talks first, hits last. If at all possible, he prefers to avoid confrontation, and to avoid killing at all costs. He rarely holds grudges, and will care what happens to anyone, even someone he’s just met. He has a natural empathy, and cannot stand to see others suffer. He has a strong sense of chivalry, and is compelled to do what he feels is right, even at the expense of his own safety.

Where You Come From . . .

Family Members:

• Emerald is the only family he has, and as far as he’s concerned, could be all the family he needs.
  

Pets: n/a
One Good Memory: Xel’s happiest memory is the first taste of freedom he had with Emerald.
One Bad Memory: Not even being captured again tops the thought of Emerald being captured again. To him, her freedom was completely worth being captured for.
Brief History: Xelious doesn’t remember anything of his life before he was caged in the Fusionist’s labs. He assumed that he was born that way, solely because he never remembered being any other way. The details seemed fairly unimportant to him, especially since most of his time was spent being subjected to experiments by the inhuman scientist. His only brief respites were the times that he could project his mind outside his body, experiencing a bit of freedom, but always finding himself unable to truly feel the wind on his wings.

He might have grown to be bitter, or even violent, were it not for the sudden introduction of a girl his age into the cell next to his. This one, small, seemingly insignificant injection of humanity and goodness helped him remain convinced that not everyone was as horrible as Fusionist was. Together, he and Emerald did the best they could to support each other through the experiments and the brief time they were together as neighbors, right up until the day that he was dragged unwillingly from the facility to be sold to Itex, in an attempt by Fusionist to prove that he was, indeed, the best scientist they could possibly have on staff.

For years, he was trained, taught to fly, taught to fight. Despite his good intentions, he learned to use his wind to fight, and to use a sword to kill. The only means of preserving his sanity was convincing himself that this would all help him free himself some day.

On one fateful day, he managed to catch glimpse of a familiar figure, being paraded in by the one person he loathed in all the world: the Fusionist. When he saw Emerald being brought in, he was convinced that this could not be a simple twist of fate. If he were going to make an escape, this was the moment. They could both be free, together.

He whispered an apology to the lab assistant he killed as he took his clothes, then made his way to where they were holding her. Their flight from the facility was filled with such quiet apologies, but he couldn’t let his moral scruples hinder their escape.

They built a home, and a life together, once they were sure that their escape had been successful. He’d long known that he loved the wolf-girl… he was willing to kill for her, and though she’d never asked and he’d never told her, he was willing to die for her.

He did, though, get the chance to prove this when she convinced him to come look for answers about their past. He himself hadn’t been interested in finding out about where he’d come from. That was the past, and the past had never been kind to him. But she was his future, and since it was important to her, it was important to him. So they’d set out on their ill-fated mission to find answers. As the doors to the facility had slid shut, he’d pushed her through the closing gap, sacrificing his freedom to make sure that she still had hers.

“I love you,” he whispered, even as hands roughly grabbed him, pushing him to the ground.