Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2014 13:33:59 GMT
(c) to me.
Xaxas
Species: Lion.
Gender: Male.
Age: Young Adult.
Pride or Clan: Xaxios'h.
Rank: Free lion, formerly a Castles.
Parents: Unknown.
Siblings: None.
Mate: Leto
Offspring: None.
Occupation: Adventurer.
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual.
Personality: In his cub years, Xaxas was meek and timid boy, with little confidence or self-esteem. He knew no life other than that of pain, suffering and fear. He was a property of a powerful lion named Salain, whose influence stretched far and wide. Although he ensured no harm came to his slave from others, it was only so that he could be exclusive source of terror for the boy. This would become a scar that never healed and would remain to haunt Xaxas into his late adulthood.
As the years passed, the boy gained skills harnessed in the constant fight for survival, school more strict and brutal than that of the agoge. It gave him physical strength to endure even greater hardships and thanks to it his spirit was tempered. As he entered teenhood, he was already a strong-willed, confident and fearless character, resembling nothing of the kitten he once have been. It came just in time when his first interaction with the outside world started.
To others, Xaxas came across as a poise, dignified and almost noble creature… for a slave. He made sure to act accordingly whenever interacting with free lions, never demeaning his own person, but also giving little pretext for others to take offense. He was clever and witty in his replies, keeping constantly a mask on his face, revealing no real emotion.
Despite all of that Xaxas is a playful, joyful character that seeks to draw positive experience out of anything he encounters. It’s exactly because his life was full of gloom and doom, that he rarely allows himself to sulk on it. He is very trusting and caring character, giving everyone a benefit of doubt, as long as they are deserving of it.
He is altruistic by nature, always willing to help, going out of his way, especially if someone’s life is on the line. The boy cherishes all living things and despises mindless killing. Even when it comes to hunting, the boy kills only what he can eat whole, having in mind best interest of his pray. He’d never kill an individual on whose survival life of others (offsprings) might depend.
History: Xaxas was raised by a power-driven Warlord named Salain, who sought to find new ways of improving his status and displaying his ever growing authority. One of the devices employed by Salain was turning his castles- a slave- into a showcase. Most of Xaxios’h castles, as well as Ti’wenkai were beaten, broken individuals barely resembling the fearsome creature a lion is. Salain would not have such disgusting people amongst his own. He intended to create an excellent slave, poised, refined and dignified- reflecting his master’s splendour. Of course such slave would have to be unscathed…
Xaxios’h society held little regard towards its slaves. Their lives were not only depending on whim and wishes of their masters, but also on everyone else they encountered. Castles could’ve been maimed or killed nearly with impunity. This meant that Salain would have to ensure his slave would be able to avoid such fate by standing ground when attacked. Of course castles were forbidden from fighting or training, but the Warlord devised a better way. Through endless tortures that lasted from early cubhood he conditioned the boy. Beating after beating the body gained reflexes, unconscious impulses that made it avoid contact with another at all cost. With that, the boy became agile and sprightly, his nimbleness unmatched.
No one could touch him and even though many skilled trainees and warriors tried to harm, now growing in fame slave, none has succeeded, earning the boy a nickname “The Unscathed”. All of this pleased Salain, who granted his slave more liberties. He wanted him to be out and about, displaying Salain’s greatness to the public. But it gained the boy unwanted attention. Soon more and more became fixed on finally claiming the boy’s life, amongst which was student named Themba.
Anyone who’d put down The Unscathed castles would surely claim the boy’s fame. At least that was the reasoning amongst many teenagers. It seemed improper, almost blasphemous for a slave to have any sort of renown. But that reputation caught attention of another lion, Leto. And even though the two rarely exchanged words, soon all that would’ve change.
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As he walked through the shrubs, he felt that smell. If was delightful smell, not because he enjoyed his scent as much as he did, but because it meant Leto was alive and well enough to be out and about. He wanted to go and greet him, but at the same time, he dared not to. What would he say to the dark male… and what was there to say? He looked at the ground with sadness. He wanted to meet him, but then what? Even though he was just meters away, he had no courage to face him. He could leap on dozen of Xaxios'h warriors, but he could not face one, humble Leto. He was losing it. Perhaps Salain was right. “Anger. Cruelty. Vengance…” he whispered “How come, where I’m near him, they’re gone? If I’m but a vessel of Salains gifts… Leto takes them away and replaces… with what?” the thought pounded in his head so hard that for the first time in his life he did not dodge an attack. A strong paw smashed into his muzzle, his head tilted and soon entire body followed suit, hurling him out of the vegetation. “I’ve got that son of a b***h!” a yell of disbelief could be heard. One of the bullies jumped out and two others joined him. “Holly s**t! You took his eyebrow!” yelled one of the others, noticing the castles’ scar. “What’s the matter, you little s**t? Not so nimble anymore?” mocked the attacker with distinct satisfaction. Xaxas lied frozen on the ground, as if dead. He could not comprehend that he allowed someone else than Salain to touch him. “I’ve lost it…” he thought to himself.
The commotion drew Leto out of thoughts, his gaze lifting from the ground to see a group of lions on the further down the bank of the pond. All of them standing near the body of a toppled feline, the young male thought he recognized. Despite the pain he felt from movement he hurried towards the scene as quickly as he could, "Hey!" Leto called out, drawing the attention of the two lions, "You're so pathetic you have to mend your pride beating a castles?" he sneered, shooting a glance to Xaxas who was still on the ground. The two males glared at Leto, "Well, well look who it is." Themba mocked, "V'dan little punching bag!" the other cackled, Leto's ears folded backwards. "You wanna prove yourself, then take on someone your own station." Leto snarled, yet the pain his voice was evident, trying to regain his composure.
However in the next second one of the males rushed towards him, Leto stood his ground waiting for the lion to get within a certain distance before he stepped out of way causing the adversary to overshoot him. As the male was about to come around from his miss, a paw hit him straight in the face, sending Themba’s thug to the ground. Unfortunately the motion caused Leto's still weakened body to stiffen as the pain of his wounds flooded his system. It was in this moment that Themba saw his chance and promptly slammed Leto to the ground, all Leto could feel was a clawed paw pressing hard down into his throat, he was struggling for breath, the grip of the stronger lion tightening. The dark male felt himself weakening quickly due to lack of air. If he couldn't get this guy off now, he'd suffocate.
Leto’s voice took Xaxas out of his trance of self-pity. He witnessed the beautiful dodge the lion pulled of and felt pride swelling inside him. Leto’s fighting style wasn’t so different from his. He stood up, shaking up his head, looking angrily at the one that slapped him. Salin will NEVER forgive him once he’ll learn that his castles has finally been violated. And in such pathetic way too. His gaze locked on the ear of the perpetrator. With lightning speed he jumped at his enemy and with one quick chomp, he took his ear right off. “What the f**k!?!” yelped the injured lion and curled up like a cub in pain. Still holding his prize in his mouth, Xaxas looked at the other lion, who was still observing. Terrified at the sight of blood spattered muzzle of Xaxas, he turned around and ran way. “You’re dead, you piece of s**t! When my dad will hear of this-!” he yelled running. With satisfaction Xaxas turned his gaze to Leto, expecting his ally to be victorious as well, but his eyes witnessed something much different. He saw Leto locked in a pin and the dark male was lacking the strength to escape it. Xaxas’ body got tense and ready to pounce, he could easily topple that ***! But then he realized, that if he will directly interfere, not only he’ll injure Leto’s pride, but worse, Leto will be mixed with what he already had done to the yelping, earless piece of crap. Distraction should help Leto to get an upper hand. He inhaled and spat the bloodied ear right onto Themba’s muzzle.
Feeling his strength slipping with every second Leto was struggling beneath the lion who in raw strength was clearly his superior, he choked out words but none were coherent enough. A sick, twisted smile spread across his attacker's face as if he was taking satisfaction from his opponent’s increasing desperation, "Giving up yet!" the male spat, pressing the paw harder down on Leto's throat, drawing a choked gasp of pain from the lion. However as a cry of agony escaped one of the lions Themba's focus was drawn to his profusely bleeding compatriot. That was when a piece of flesh landed on Themba’s muzzle, causing his grip on the dark male to loosen in shock. The opportunity presented itself, Leto saw it and took advantage of it. The paw on his throat had loosened enough so that he could speak up "F**k you!" he rasped a strained sneer and in the next moments Leto had lunged his body from the ground and clamped his jaws straight over his adversaries throat. A gurgled gasp of shock and surprise was all the lion could utter before Leto threw the lion around, his jaws still clenched over Themba’s throat. Suddenly his jaw tensed and a sickening squish-like crack could be heard the moment the other lion's windpipe was crushed. The male uttered a gurgled gasp as he was slowly drowning in his own blood, over him stood Leto, his muzzle painted sticky dark red, breath exiting him in shallow gasps... it had yet to sink in just what he had done.
What transpired has got out of all control. Xaxas gazed as Leto pushed his opportunity too far. “No… LETO NO!” he yelled, but it was too late, the crack silenced his attempts of saving the situation. He looked at the jerking body of a dying lion. ‘It could’ve been me.’ He thought. ‘No… it WILL be me.’ He realized as tears started flowing from his eyes. The murder that just occurred will be on him. A slave. He had not cried in years, this completely new emotion overwhelmed him. He felt like drowning. As if some lion actually held him pinned down underneath the surface of water, pressing with all weight on his chest. “Why did you do it…?” he uttered, looking at Leto. Is this another of his gifts? Despair… he knew that this one moment cost him all that he was and that he would ever be. All that he had and was about to gain. ‘Leto…’ he thought for a moment, realizing that his own life is already forfeit, but that he could at least spare his “Run! They can’t find you here. You have to run!”
The male's body shook, he just stood there hovering over his dead adversary, his body was shaking but not entirely out of fatigue, his breath came in rapid gasps… but soon he was laughing. He only stopped upon hearing a familiar voice asking him a question, asking why he did it. He turned briefly to the other lion, eyes devoid of any emotion- more than anything they were tired, exhausted. He took time to respond as his gaze trailed back to the dead body, still oozing blood into the dusty ground. "It was either me or him." the male spoke, his voice carrying neither sorrow nor regret, "V'dan was right." he whispered barely audible. He glanced back to Xaxas, seeing the remnants of tears in his eyes, then the panic set in it… at least for one of them. "Relax, Xaxas." Leto spoke with uncanny calmness almost holding a hint of amusement, taking a step towards the other lion, as if what had transpired just minutes before had never happened. "I understand now." a smile twisted across his still bloodied muzzle, the look his eyes as if he just had an awakening. "This is the Xaxios'h way." he stepped in front of the castles and then leaned his head near to the other's neck. Side of his face was fading into the other's mane. "Thank you." he whispered gratefully, "Thank you, for helping me find my strength."
(c) to me.
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The rest is history in the making.
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Theme Song: Let it go by Indina Menzel.
Voice Actor: Jesse McCartney
So cute!
Yeah, the icon, character as well as the picture are my works ^^' And yeah... it's your Leto that's his mate ^^" As to the character itself, it grew and developed during the rp, so it's not entirely my own merit 
Also added Christmassy snow and banner :3
I'm currently getting some uni work done before heading to the post office. What's up with you?