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[Name] Xithyl Noctis Seryth
[Age Appears] 19
[Actual Age] 17
[Appearance] Xithyl stands at an even seven feet six inches, taller than most others. He weighs in at about two hundred and ten pounds, although none of it is any sort of fat tissue. He`s a very robustly built man, rather than being one of those rail thin beings that could be seen now. His face is marred, with sharp straight cheekbones and a warped nose. A short shock of dark black hair covers his scalp, accentuating his macabre features. Some people find Xithyl`s eyes rather offsettling; they are a very sharp, pale blue. The colour is darker around the pupil, an almost sapphire colour there and slowly brightening until it is almost white. His flesh is pale to the point of being translucent. His wide shoulders, lean torso and long legs can most often be seen covered in black clothing, be it a long cloak with an older styled tunic or more modern era clothing. Xithyl`s weapons of choice are Sifu, a dai-katana said to be created by Hattori Hanzo, and wielded by the Nobunaga Oda and Hara, a cursed gauntlet said to be forged in the flames of hell.
[Personality] Rocks were thrown, lashings were taken, harsh words would forever ring through his ear canals yet Xithyl said not a word through the whole proceeding. Not a twitch to the corner of his icy orbs or a grimace to wash over his youthful features with each sharp lashing of entwined whip leather or jagged rock to bite into his flesh, each beathing layering into his mind that firgidness to which he presented the world.. The enhanced male was nothing but a cold exterior of nothingness; that nothingness being nothing of good...nothing but pent up confusion, frustration, fury...loneliness. All this hidden from sight to allow Xithyl to look like nothing more then an emotionless, cold-calculating man but then...how long can such strong emotions be hidden?
[History] Calculating blues watched every heave of his superior’s chest rise and fall; every slow, defiant step the man took and the miniscule dust to rise from the combat boots to hit the cracked earth. “This must be done cleanly and simply for this is a delicate matter.” The brisk nod of Xithyl’s head was his only response to these quite serious words. “Now Xithyl, you have been with us for quite sometime. Have shown incredible strength and stealth; what you are...you are the advanced being of today’s human race. But this...this extinguishing is quite certainly nothing you have ever gone up against...” The man who could also be seen as his master held a sliver of worry and concern in the deep tones of his voice yet still Xithyl remained stoic, emotionless to the sentimental tint to the explaining voice. “Be on your way, Xithyl. Remember...quick and clean.” “Yes, Sir...” Xithyl bowed his head slowly as a hand glided out to grasp the large envelope with his next assignment. Turning on his heel, Xithyl left the encampment and headed for the gates of the area that would not only lead him towards his target yet also his soon to be knotted destiny. With the crunching of dry gravel under steel-capped boots, constantly grinding noise down ear canals, Xithyl glanced ahead of him briefly, studying the slowly down-spiralling sunset before calloused fingers slid under the flap of the envelope before delving into the flimsy encasing to grasp the paperwork only to study it for mere moments until the paperwork was dropped back into its envelope and thrown into a barrel contained fire; burning the assignment to nothing within moments. His target was memorised...now all that needed to be accomplished was the kill... Training was not something as simply as merely running an obstacle course or spending hours within the gym followed by an hour or two of theory. For Xithyl, training was ‘kill or be killed’.
His back to the now shut gates, he waited for what lay hidden through the one way glass; glass that was pitch black to him yet see through to his target on the other side. His ‘target’ was a brute of a man that had slain many of the Angelcyllin - a major religion that had become more then just heaven and hell; god and the devil. It had become an ever strengthening world power – This brute...unfaithful to what had once been his religion stepped out of the plain confinements hidden behind that one-way glass. Sly grin slithered over Xithyl’s opponent’s features before he charged at Xithyl. No expression marked the strong cold-hard features of Xithyl as the robustly built man simply swung to the side, a hand outstretched to curl around Vincent’s neck as he charged past; enhanced strength making such a move possible. A choking, gurgled sound rose from Vincent –his opponent- as Xithyl applied pressure...upon pressure. Muscle rippled under sun-kissed flesh with the amount of strength he was using yet in moments Vincent’s windpipe was crushed. Such a delight only lasted mere moments as with the loss of pressure to the now deceased male’s neck once Xithyl had stepped away, came an ever fastening ticking sound; the sound rather irritating to Xithyl’s enhanced hearing. “What in God`s name...” No other words managed to slip from full lips as the young male was suddenly flung backwards with the sudden pressure of sheer explosive air to rocket into him. Debris flew; the smell of burnt flesh filled the air, mingling with smoke and the high-pitched sound of shouts and screams and then Xithyl Noctis Seryth fell unconscious.
Pain shot through his back and shoulders; his hands throbbing with the lack of blood to reach them from the amount of time they had been bound behind his head. With a muttered groan, eyelids were forced open to expose spectacular blues to those to glare at the male to have found himself on his knees. Shouts, threats and suggestions were made to Xithyl along with many accusations yet all this...all those voices mingled into one single buzzing bee hive. Faces blurred and seemed to be illusions at times with the headache that threatened to crush his very skull. “Everything...every one...dead” With hearing these words the scientific human weapon forced himself from his dazed state, forcing himself to focus on those outraged people around him. “Monster...” “Murderous brute...Traitor!” “Exile!” Exile?...Banishment... Inside, some part of him withered and died although his exterior was still nothing but cold and calculating. Thrown to his feet, Xithyl was shoved forward roughly; beaten as he walked through the encampment and towards the facilities gateway.
[Age Appears] 19
[Actual Age] 17
[Appearance] Xithyl stands at an even seven feet six inches, taller than most others. He weighs in at about two hundred and ten pounds, although none of it is any sort of fat tissue. He`s a very robustly built man, rather than being one of those rail thin beings that could be seen now. His face is marred, with sharp straight cheekbones and a warped nose. A short shock of dark black hair covers his scalp, accentuating his macabre features. Some people find Xithyl`s eyes rather offsettling; they are a very sharp, pale blue. The colour is darker around the pupil, an almost sapphire colour there and slowly brightening until it is almost white. His flesh is pale to the point of being translucent. His wide shoulders, lean torso and long legs can most often be seen covered in black clothing, be it a long cloak with an older styled tunic or more modern era clothing. Xithyl`s weapons of choice are Sifu, a dai-katana said to be created by Hattori Hanzo, and wielded by the Nobunaga Oda and Hara, a cursed gauntlet said to be forged in the flames of hell.
[Personality] Rocks were thrown, lashings were taken, harsh words would forever ring through his ear canals yet Xithyl said not a word through the whole proceeding. Not a twitch to the corner of his icy orbs or a grimace to wash over his youthful features with each sharp lashing of entwined whip leather or jagged rock to bite into his flesh, each beathing layering into his mind that firgidness to which he presented the world.. The enhanced male was nothing but a cold exterior of nothingness; that nothingness being nothing of good...nothing but pent up confusion, frustration, fury...loneliness. All this hidden from sight to allow Xithyl to look like nothing more then an emotionless, cold-calculating man but then...how long can such strong emotions be hidden?
[History] Calculating blues watched every heave of his superior’s chest rise and fall; every slow, defiant step the man took and the miniscule dust to rise from the combat boots to hit the cracked earth. “This must be done cleanly and simply for this is a delicate matter.” The brisk nod of Xithyl’s head was his only response to these quite serious words. “Now Xithyl, you have been with us for quite sometime. Have shown incredible strength and stealth; what you are...you are the advanced being of today’s human race. But this...this extinguishing is quite certainly nothing you have ever gone up against...” The man who could also be seen as his master held a sliver of worry and concern in the deep tones of his voice yet still Xithyl remained stoic, emotionless to the sentimental tint to the explaining voice. “Be on your way, Xithyl. Remember...quick and clean.” “Yes, Sir...” Xithyl bowed his head slowly as a hand glided out to grasp the large envelope with his next assignment. Turning on his heel, Xithyl left the encampment and headed for the gates of the area that would not only lead him towards his target yet also his soon to be knotted destiny. With the crunching of dry gravel under steel-capped boots, constantly grinding noise down ear canals, Xithyl glanced ahead of him briefly, studying the slowly down-spiralling sunset before calloused fingers slid under the flap of the envelope before delving into the flimsy encasing to grasp the paperwork only to study it for mere moments until the paperwork was dropped back into its envelope and thrown into a barrel contained fire; burning the assignment to nothing within moments. His target was memorised...now all that needed to be accomplished was the kill... Training was not something as simply as merely running an obstacle course or spending hours within the gym followed by an hour or two of theory. For Xithyl, training was ‘kill or be killed’.
His back to the now shut gates, he waited for what lay hidden through the one way glass; glass that was pitch black to him yet see through to his target on the other side. His ‘target’ was a brute of a man that had slain many of the Angelcyllin - a major religion that had become more then just heaven and hell; god and the devil. It had become an ever strengthening world power – This brute...unfaithful to what had once been his religion stepped out of the plain confinements hidden behind that one-way glass. Sly grin slithered over Xithyl’s opponent’s features before he charged at Xithyl. No expression marked the strong cold-hard features of Xithyl as the robustly built man simply swung to the side, a hand outstretched to curl around Vincent’s neck as he charged past; enhanced strength making such a move possible. A choking, gurgled sound rose from Vincent –his opponent- as Xithyl applied pressure...upon pressure. Muscle rippled under sun-kissed flesh with the amount of strength he was using yet in moments Vincent’s windpipe was crushed. Such a delight only lasted mere moments as with the loss of pressure to the now deceased male’s neck once Xithyl had stepped away, came an ever fastening ticking sound; the sound rather irritating to Xithyl’s enhanced hearing. “What in God`s name...” No other words managed to slip from full lips as the young male was suddenly flung backwards with the sudden pressure of sheer explosive air to rocket into him. Debris flew; the smell of burnt flesh filled the air, mingling with smoke and the high-pitched sound of shouts and screams and then Xithyl Noctis Seryth fell unconscious.
Pain shot through his back and shoulders; his hands throbbing with the lack of blood to reach them from the amount of time they had been bound behind his head. With a muttered groan, eyelids were forced open to expose spectacular blues to those to glare at the male to have found himself on his knees. Shouts, threats and suggestions were made to Xithyl along with many accusations yet all this...all those voices mingled into one single buzzing bee hive. Faces blurred and seemed to be illusions at times with the headache that threatened to crush his very skull. “Everything...every one...dead” With hearing these words the scientific human weapon forced himself from his dazed state, forcing himself to focus on those outraged people around him. “Monster...” “Murderous brute...Traitor!” “Exile!” Exile?...Banishment... Inside, some part of him withered and died although his exterior was still nothing but cold and calculating. Thrown to his feet, Xithyl was shoved forward roughly; beaten as he walked through the encampment and towards the facilities gateway.
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