Xanga

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Xanga
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: UmbrasAeternus
  • Nicknames: Ephemeral Assassin
  • Race: Black Dragon
  • Class: Assassin
  • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
  • Body Type: Muscular
  • Height: 6'2''
  • Weight: 200 lbs
  • Complexion: Fair
  • Hair: Platinum
  • Eyes: Stormy Gray
  • Handedness: Left
  • Scars: Many
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Arrogant, Cocky
  • Mannerisms: Stoic

• Description

  In his physical form Xanga stands at six feet two inches tall, weighing just over two hundred pounds. His body is covered in certain places by a strange black armor that seems to meld perfectly into his skin. From his knees down is one solid piece, and although he somehow manages to maintain full dexterity with his toes and feet, there seem to be no breaks in the armor itself. His right thigh has a plate of armor, and two belts hold a tattered piece of cloth to his waist that hangs down far enough to just barely brush the ground. His left shoulder has several half circles of the strange armor in the shape of a spiked pauldron, and it continues down his arm and covers his entire hand. His right shoulder is bare, but his right forearm has the same inky blackness covering it. There are veins spider webbing the taut musculature of his chest that are the hue of molten lava, and they pulsate with a gentle red glow.
  
  Rip - Rip is always the uppermost of the two scimitars sheathed at his right side, held in place by the belts hanging from his waist. It will always be wielded in his left hand. His trusty companion, forged in the depths of hell by the Dragon’s own hand, this blade is drenched in a daemonic aura and is equipped with an insatiable thirst for blood. Any who are cut by this blade will feel with each passing moment their wound bleeding more and more profusely. It is approximately three and a half feet long, slightly curved, with a spiked hand guard over the handle of the blade. It seems to be one long, uniform strip of obsidian hued metal otherwise.
  
  Scourge - Scourge is always the bottommost of the two scimitars sheathed at his right side, and will always be wielded in his right hand. It is the exact same length as Rip, however does not sport the spiked hand guard that it’s brother does. When the sword was red hot, just after it was finished in the fires of the forge, Xanga dipped it in the blood of a demon Scorpion he had just killed, causing the blade to consume the essence of the poison the demon scorpion produced. Anyone who is cut by this blade will feel sluggish, nauseated, and within a few minutes numbness and paralysis will occur in the vicinity of the cut.
  
  Kunai knives x20 - Each knife is four inches long, with a small ring at the opposite end of the blade. These rings are big enough for Xanga to slip his fingers through so that several can be thrown at one time. Approximately half of them are poison tipped at any given time, and they are all housed in special holders on the underside of the tattered pieces of cloth that hang from Xanga’s waist.

• Biography

  Xanga Nomori is a wraith. A shadow. Something that only exists in your nightmares. Or at least, that's what he used to be. A spell gone wrong, a botched summoning ritual. Who knows what gave this wraith physical form, what made him tangible. But what we do know, is that nearly fifteen years ago he showed up in the nexxus and immediately left a trail of blood, death, and destruction in his wake. He knew not what he was or why he was in this world, and so he killed at will until his newly formed mind could comprehend what had happened to him. At this point he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he liked it. He didn't want to stop, but he did want to find meaning for doing it. So he decided to study the ways of the sword, become an assassin. And he was damned good at it too. He created a guild of assassins, calling it the Cold §hadows, and began recruiting the most skilled warriors from across the nexxus to help him carry out contracts. And they were good. It was not long that the hunger for power and riches got to Xanga's second in command, however. And in a lust for Xanga's position as head of the guild, he lead a mutiny against the Ephemeral Assassin himself. After a bloody battle, all that was left was Xanga and his most trusted advisor, Kiyo Royama. At that point, Xanga had no inclination to stay in the Nexxus, so he traveled far and wide, only returning to his home every once in a while to rekindle his fighting spirit. Now he is back, for good, and looking to pick up the pieces and restart the Cold §hadows. Rebuild the guild, brick for brick, just the way he remembers it. The Ephemeral Assassin returns once more to the Nexxus.