[Kenai Peninsula x Arctic] Xolotl

[Xolotl]

OOC
Name: Emerald
Years RPing: Lost count
Other: Largest wolf on Ani ahoy!
How You Found Us: I practically live here

General
Name: Xolotl {male, Aztek god of death and lightning} [sho-LO-till]
Birthday: 4th May 2015
Gender: Male
Species: Kenai Peninsula x Arctic

Physical
Height: 57"
Length: 109"
Weight: 260lbs
Coat Color: Primarily dark grey with white patches, most noticeably on his muzzle and paws
Eye Color: Vibrant Yellow
Health Issues: Shortened lifespan (3 years), paralysis (tail), osteoarthritis in left hind ankle and occasionally in the corresponding knee (the knee arthritis comes and goes, but the ankle arthritis is regular)
Other Information: Gigantism (+30% from normal size)

Mental
Mental Stability: Insane
History:

It was a day like any other when a wolf like no other was conceived. A small, petite she-wolf, only just about young enough to carry pups, was exploring the territory of her new pack. Unfortunately, she wandered too far—far enough to find herself in the vicinity of a great wolf of size, Beta of an opposing pack. The fae was raped, leaving her with three pups, all of which would leave her.

Fast forward three months and three pups were birthed in the jungle of Kal'dyne, claimed by a pack that went by the moniker of Valyn, led by females and with a mistrust of males. The eldest, a male, was christened Jasper. He was of gargantuan size, towering over everyone in his female-dominated natal pack. The second-born, a female, was the runt of the litter, minuscule compared to even her mother who was on the small side of things herself. She was denominated with the unfitting name of Mint. And then there was the youngest, another female, given the name Silver.

Jasper was a quiet, reserved male. He observed from the shadows, watching Mint and Silver grow their strong heads, obviously disliking Valyn and their mother. The eldest and only male, however, remained ever silent and brooding. Of the trio, he was the most mysterious and self-oriented, preferring to avoid the prejudice of Valyn. Ironically, the supposedly submissive male was the only one in the litter who did not seem to oppose Valyn's female-run beliefs. He did not support them either, instead keeping his deep voice unused, allowing life to go its way.

As the pups became more and more independent, caring for themselves instead of their mother doing all of the work for them, Jasper became more and more secluded. Although he was physically there, he was almost nonexistent despite his hulking mass. He would sneak off often, spending time hunting. There was a certain thrill in having control over life and death, ending something so intricate and as multi-layered as life. The many facets of one's life... Gone in so little time. To think that others had just as deep and as complex a life as him and that their life ended... It fascinated him, so he hunted more and more, watching the life seep out of prey.

It was only once both Silver and Mint had distanced themselves from their mother, Emerald—they had both undeniably left the pack if Jasper knew them at all—that the male began to distance himself from Emerald, seeking a solitary life in Kal'dyne where he would collect the dead, examining their corpses before burying them to keep them fresh should he wish to study them again.

After a while, it became apparent that Waryck Jungle could not provide Jasper with the pleasure that he so desired. When the scents of a pack that Jasper knew only as Kairos—it reeked of power and brutes, like the male's mother had described to him—filled his home, the male knew to leave. Surreptitiously, he slipped through the shadows as he always had, leaving to roam the island of Anikira.

Not wanting his previous name, the multihued brute decided upon Xolotl, the name of a powerful wolf told to the adolescent through stories. Roaming Anikira, Xolotl lived, observing the dead with a dark fascination. He killed his first wolf like that, on an impulse, curious as to how this mechanism worked on his own kind. With skills that he taught himself after leaving Kal'dyne and brute size and strength, the dark-furred male took down a stranger when they were not expecting it, keeping the body to observe for as long as it would stay fresh.

Once the carcass had rotted away and there was nothing left to study, Xolotl began wandering again, unsure of what to do apart from study death. However, stories told to Xol from his mother came back to him.

She had told him of a great and mighty Kairos—well, it had been worded differently, but what she told him of was essentially a powerful, strong pack—and, seeking acceptance and power himself, he sought a place in this pack. There was also another reason—to find his father.

When Xolotl and his two sisters were deemed old enough to understand by their mother, the Arctic fae had told her litter of three of a colossal brute, towering far over all of them, apart from perhaps Xolotl himself, who had held an aura of dominance and supremacy. The behemoth had raped Emerald, she said, giving her the three offspring that she had been raising at the time.

Admiring this legendary figure of power, Xol was given yet another reason to search for Kairos. His first stop was the border of Acerbus.

Personality:

Xol is almost completely defined by his dark obsession with death. Necromania fills his head, the looming thought of death always hanging over him. The mystery of this concept intrigues him, and he never grows sick of observing the phenomenon. He has a habit of collecting dead bodies—prey is often studied before being eaten—and is fascinated when hunting, delivering a slow death to his victims to watch how the intricate weavings of life slowly come undone until what was a complex being would be nothing more than a meal.

His apparent fascination with death aside, Xolotl is generally fascinated quite easily, whether it is by death or something else equally as intriguing. If he finds something unusual then his curiosity often manifests itself into obsession, most notably unique females in the future. No matter the abnormality, he becomes bewitched by fantastic phenomenons quickly and is not afraid nor ashamed of this facet of his personality.

After watching Valyn's feminist agenda fester into somewhat corruption, Xol feels fairly certain that male is the dominant gender. He has seen what happens when females are allowed to rule, how their sexist empire will eventually fall. Because of this, the dark brute believes in rigid gender roles, males leading with females being kept in their place.

He is a natural leader, unhappy in the lower ranks. Although he does not necessarily pursue power, Xol is the most comfortable when he is in control of things. Without control, he feels insecure and frustrated, reminding him of his helpless days as a pup and adolescent in Valyn.

As well as this, Xol is a fairly independent wolf. He does not like to rely on anything other than himself, so the only way that he could fall was if he fell himself. That is not to say that he seeks a solitary life, however—quite the opposite. Having been raised in a pack that scorned his gender, he longs for peers, for someone to share with him his desolate, dark world. He has never admitted it, although he thinks that a friend—not friends, just one, perhaps—might be of his best interests.

Linking back to his necromania, Xol is a self-taught killer. He usually refrains from killing his own kind unless if it is brought on by blinding fury or necessity, although he could easily kill. Despite this, Xol is not one for combat—his bulk plus his arthritis and tail paralysis makes him not agile, instead making him lean on stealth and ambush. The only claws or bites being aimed would be for the kill when the victim was unaware of it.

Contrary to what one might think, Xol is not a hostile wolf. He is polite and distant should he be forced to communicate—he prefers to not mingle with others, although being within physical distance with another is preferrable—but he would not harm a stranger. He does not pick fights, instead only retaliating when he is angered or harming only prey.

However, if he is frustrated, then he can attack unprovoked. His temper is not often provoked, but when it is, it can get bad, and quickly. The one way to escape his rage is to be a considerable distance away from Xol, taking advantage of his slowness. Once one is in close proximity to an angry Xolotl, however, they are bound to be in for a fight, or a lack thereof in the case of particular non-warrior wolves.

Image:

(Saer from dawnthieves)