ABOUT
An... eccentric jerk-off, more-than-a-little obnoxious, and gun-toting hyena from a far-off universe. A former warlord, now just kind of overly fruity and pathetic. May or may not be hiding something, may just be the ultimate white boy.
| Height: | 6'0" | Eyes: | Bright, neon blue |
| Build: | Well-built | Fur Color: | Blue-gray |
| Hair Style: | Mohawk | Hair Color: | Neon purple |
- His reference image is naked, I know, but please, fucking please, draw him in a shirt and pants; it's a very old reference but I haven't had the mind to draw a new one.
- He wears shitty meme t-shirts and oversized baggy sweatpants, or well-fitting pants and a varsity jacket or other typical frat-boy-college-football-star attire. No in-between. He learned what a frat boy was and made it his mission to spend his afterlife roleplaying as one.
- Marked in various places with triangular spots of a darker blue-gray color.
- He has a prosthetic left leg from the knee down!
PERSONALITY
Xander is a strange character, to be sure. He's crude, loud, often boisterous, and seems to love the sound of his own voice-- often butting into conversations he doesn't really belong in and offering his opinion even when it's not needed. There's not a conversation in the world he won't try to lend his two cents to. He tends to dominate conversations he is in (he's domineering in general, really), and has a tendency to, in his own words, "rib on" others to an extent where it comes across as and may even be genuinely venomous, thanks to his apparent lack of filter; his idea of "friendly teasing" can range anywhere from a light-hearted jab about someone's hobbies to straight up name-calling and bashing on them. He'll make fun of anyone and everyone, and those close to him have learned to take this in stride- those who are not quite as used to his strange ways, however, often find themselves more than a little miffed at his casual cruelty. He doesn't really intend to hurt people as much as he does: his callousness towards interpersonal relationships is mainly a byproduct of the world in which he grew up and subsequently died in. He's an asshole, but there's a reason behind it, even if that reason is... tenuous.
Despite his tendency to put down other people, for valid reasons or not (the same words he weaponizes against the friends in his life are more effectively weaponized against his enemies; whether or not he chooses to weaponize them this way is another story altogether), Xander is easily wounded emotionally; perhaps it's because he doesn't realize how his words come across, and the fact that he usually means them in a way that's his own kind of jest, but if someone snaps back on him just as hard (or however many times as hard), or gods forbid he loses a "friend" (read: posse member) over the things he says he is quick to cry foul... or just cry in general. Xander is either doggedly persistent in trying to make amends for his wrongs (in the stunted way he goes about doing so, which often only makes things worse) or entirely apathetic, which can only complicate already broken relationships or hurt feelings. Their tendency to boss others around and scare them into, essentially, subservient positions is unignorable as a compounding factor as well.
Perhaps in spite of his bawdy behavior and cruel tendencies, Xander is good at making friends and getting in with others; he has amassed quite the posse in Tarroque and is almost never seen without them when he's out and about. Most members of his group have learned to take his insults in stride, while others... not so much. There are quite a few members who hold resentment for him, whether big or small, for a myriad of reasons; not all of them are quite so limited to his behavior, but rather some of his other proclivities. For the most part, though, no one does anything about it; if they do, they often quickly find themselves turned upon and ousted from the group. He places a high value on his own intelligence - whatever little of it he has - and looking smart; as such, this means Xander tends to surround himself with the dumbest crew imaginable, with the intent of boosting his ego; the smarter people around lay low so as to avoid his wounded-ego wrath and honestly only stay to see the shitshow.
He's the life of the party, and quite the womanizer as well; he can be quite charming and charismatic, especially when he wants to be, and is a clever flirt despite himself. He's known throughout Tarroque for his one-night stands and quick flings, as, for one reason or many, he is afraid of any real commitment and any genuine deep emotional connection.
LIKES
- Fruity cocktails
- Guns
- Gossiping
- Loose clothing
- Power
DISLIKES
- Upsetting certain people
- Romcom movies
- Winged insects
- Getting murdered
TRAITS
- Extroverted
- Vulgar
- Flirtatious
- Obnoxious
- Party-goer
TRIVIA
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SHORT BACKSTORY
FULL BACKSTORY
Xander hails from a post-apocalyptic world, born in its midst. While he'll often spin stories about his life before the apocalypse, telling tales of grand heroics and his exploits, these are actually tales passed down through his particular clan throughout generations. The hyena was really born far after the end of the apocalypse and long after the world had begun to knit itself back together; but no one really needs to know that. Anyone who notices these discrepancies is quickly shot down, and with his posse to back him up, one won't get a second chance to bring it up.
Xander, born [REDACTED] before later assuming a different name during his future rise to power, was born to the leaders of a small clan of raiders in a post-apocalyptic world. This world was far from the barren, irradiated desert one would typically imagine, however; Xander's birth came generations in, a great many years after the initial "end of the world"-- as a result, the world had already begun to heal and regrow, with vegetation dominating much of the landscape. He grew up in a peaceful time, which only agitated him; he needed an active life, a passionate life-- this irritation only grew when he was told stories of a time long past Xander was fairly coddled in early childhood, thanks to being the child of such powerful parents: as a result, he grew into a spoiled child, and then a spoiled teen, and finally a spoiled adult. By the time both of his parents passed away, he was quite the egotist, something only cemented by the power structure of the clan itself given he was next in line to inherit the "throne", as it were.
Next came what can only be described as a tale of betrayal, heartbreak, and a heaping helping of murder. To chronicle everything that went on under Xander's reign of chaos would be a fool's errand. What is imperative to know is that Xander soon rose to the position of a feared tyrant bandit-king. He was quick to turn on former allies if they disobeyed him, or if he believed they proved dangerous to him in any way, such as if they questioned his authority; while he did not kill all those who were perceived to have betrayed them, he outlawed the rest, and after the initial wave of exiles most of those who stayed were either very personal friends of his or simply willing to obey for one reason or another. Regardless of the long and storied history of his years, these events proved instrumental in his rise to power, which came fast and stuck hard; talk of Xander and his clan of raiders spread far and wide. Everybody and their own clan had heard, in some way, shape, or form, of the boy-king and his reign of terror. His influence was inescapable, in every sense of the word. He drove countless other clans from their homes and took control of their lands, only to grow bored and uproot himself again, his faux-nomadic lifestyle leaving a trail of destruction behind him.
As with all great tragedies, Xander's life was not without its romance, however terribly that played out. Through his exploits Xander eventually stumbled across the remnants of an old, formerly allied clan, the likes of whom he'd driven out a few years prior, now rebuilt and led by the daughter of its old leaders. Recalling his childhood memories and admiration of the now-rival clan leader, a [REDACTED] by the name of [REDACTED], Xander one more became fascinated with her, seeing an opportunity to gather himself more power by consolidating the two clans together, whether through actual marriage or a simple, symbolic, political joining... as well as prime heir-making real estate, which itself would cement his legacy for generations. Over time, his purely selfish political (and pragmatically lustful) motivations gave way to a romantic connection between him and [REDACTED], who while at first initially put off by his brutish ways found a soft side to the now-tyrant. Out of genuine concern and care not only for him (she could recall him as a child, too) but for the people and the land he was hurting, she tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to sway him from his path of destruction on multiple occasions. When outright breaching the topic to him failed, she tried subtle manipulation, hints and nudges in the right direction. Whether he caught on and resisted or was simply too dull to realize she was trying to change him is up for debate, but eventually [REDACTED] gave up on any method of peaceful resolution, feeling dispirited.
Xander grew ever more powerful and terrible with each passing day, confessing his insecurities and such to [REDACTED] in the evenings; worries about what he was doing, how he believed what he was doing was the "right" thing but couldn't be sure, thoughts about changing that he didn't want to entertain - and yet he had not the mind nor heart to listen to her concerns anymore, the ways in which he and his actions were hurting her - and everyone else, too. Dejected but resolved to resist, [REDACTED] began to sneak out on her own, eventually falling in with a group of dissidents by night. Her direct connection to him allowed the small group to grow into a rebellion right underneath Xander's nose. She would take the information she gathered from living with him and feed it to her rebels; and in due time, she left Xander's hold entirely, disappearing into the night as she assumed both a new name and a new identity. Believing that his "love" had been captured (and perhaps executed, he reckoned, thanks to her status) by the rebellion, who had newly made themselves public in their opposition to his tyranny, he began to persecute the group with a vengeance.
It is known that [REDACTED] suffered the traumatic loss of an eye thanks to Xander's militia as the war they waged against one another, unknowingly on his part, grew crueler and bloodier; a fact which only ended up further distancing herself from her old life, further convincing her of Xander's irredeemability and bolstered her bitterness against her former love. In the very end, the rebellion turned out stronger; [REDACTED], now unrecognizable, stormed Xander's base of operations alongside hr own army, and, after a lengthy operation and a drawn-out and hard-fought final battle with Xander, brought him down. In his final moments, she revealed her real identity to the dying hyena, and the intense wave of regret that washed over him was inescapable as he realized just how much he had wasted and thrown away in the egotistical pursuit of power and control he'd spent his whole life chasing: the chance at love, at security and stability, the chance for genuine connection, to anyone or anything; the chance for genuine fulfillment - for love, of any kind.
CurrentAfter his death, Xander awoke on the train, finding himself safely nestled in one of its many, many sleeping quarters. Following a long journey to the city proper, Xander weighed his options, his guilt fresh on his mind but fading faster and faster the more he got himself acquainted with this strange new place, full of people and attention just ripe for the taking - and, in no time at all, he quickly lapsed into his old ways, preferring hedonism in lieu of a genuine re-evaluation of any of his thoughts or ideals.
BODY
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SKILLS
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| Persuasion | |
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| Literacy | |
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| Cooking |
| Tech Savvy | |
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| Stealth | |
| Street Smart | |
| Seduction | |
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MIND/SOCIAL
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BELIEFS
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PRIORITIES
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| Truth | |
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