Xen Skyne

'''"I'm no fighter, I'm just a survivor..." -Xen Skyne'''



Xen
Name: Xen Skyne ( pronounced zen skine)

Age: 17

Height: 6'8"

Weight: 200 lbs (roughly)

Hair: ginger with blood red highlights

Eyes: blue with a dulling grey tint

Skin: bone white

Main
Appearance

Xen is a very tall, very pale teen, his skin is an eerie bone white, he has ginger hair with flecks of blood red throughout it's strands and blue eyes that are dulled by a deep grey tint, a tint that fails to stop the blue from contrasting Xen's reddish hair.

Despite looking big and stocky, Xen in reality simply wears very heavy clothing to hide his exact body type, with his light grey arctic hoodie being his most common outerwear, along with thick track pants, or cargo pants, with a plain, usually dark t-shirt under his hoodie.

On his lower back he has a dark brown, long and thick pouch, which is filled with various medical supplies, with two knife sheathes facing away from each other tucked into the gap between his back and the pouch itself, this pouch is usually largely hidden by his thick hoodi and therefore largely missable, and rather obvious when he's not wearing the hoodie.

He can be seen in these clothes almost exclusively, unless it is a special occasion, in which case he will wear clothes that are appropriate, with the exception of shorts or very tight clothing, which he will never wear.

Xen's most recogniseable feature is the large burn on his right cheek, with the small cut on the bridge of his nose that points to his left eye and two parallel slashes on his left cheek that point to his ear simply framing his other features.

Under his thick sleeves, Xen wears light brown combat gloves that have three fingers, one for his index and middle fingers, another for his ring and pinky fingers and the third for his thumbs, these gloves end at his biceps with thick, cream coloured cuffs.

If these gloves were to be removed, one would notice bandages wrapped around Xen's right arm from the tips of his fingers and up over his shoulders, wrapping around his chest to both cover old wounds and to hold them in place.

Beneath these seemingly sterile bandages is the charred skin from past events, though mostly 'healed' the skin is still cracked and red in places, the bandages are more to hide the wound than anything else.

His left bicep has a three inch slash, while the forearm, wris and hand of this arm is covered in small cuts and an unsettling amount of bite marks, every one of which is human.

His chest has burns crawling from his right arm, which are often wrapped in their own bandages with a speckling of minor scratches of scars on his chest, stomach and back, his stomach has a long scar that resembles a line of savage stab wounds with wild edges, a similar scar is on his back in a similar place, both go from hip to hip.

His thick pants hide a large grouping of puncture wounds of varied age on his left thigh, as well as the odd scar.

Xen, regardless of weather, does not wear any form of foot wear, including boots and socks, instead he walks bare foot, his feet have red patches about the flesh and the soles have a number of healed cuts, but he insists on not wearing shoes or boots unless at a very formal affair (which even then is rare for him to agree to do so).

Despite seeming relatively skinny, Xen has trained to the point of having lean muscle where there would be fat, giving him a surprising strength as he can still pass as a tall weakling at first glance.

Xen's most menacing characteristic is his teeth, which are sharper than the average set, if one was to take notice of his neck, they would see a thin collar wrapped around it like a small choker.

the collar is thickest on the back of his neck and is very subtle at the front and sides, especially when he is wearing his hoodie.

Personality

Xen Skyne in reality isn't this teen's birth name, which is Aaron Vasc, a name that Xen does not take kindly to be called as he thinks of it as a dead man's name, it's a name very few remember and even fewer could place it to his face.

Xen in the past has been referred to as a lone wolf or as 'the strong silent type' but these accolades aren't exactly accurate, in fact he's only called strong at all by those who've fought by his side.

To everyone else he is a lazy and stupid teen who only does what interests him and doing what seems to be the bare minimum to pass a class.

An accusation rendered false by the grades he has, Xen in reality has a very high IQ (200 to UNK) and often completes work before a class is over, though he acts like he's doing nothing.

He does however tend to sit at the back of the class with his hood up over his head and hiding what he's doing from those around him, giving the lone wolf some merit.

Those with an eye for detail and the willingness to use it will notice that he holds his head high and stands with excellent posture, his hands ready to latch onto anything that can be used as a weapon, betraying expierience on the battlefield that few people his age have, which is only strengthened by the way he can complete even complex techniques with relatively little training and the eerie grace that he uses to move around.

Xen has been seen by many as just simply a fighter, but he hates this accolade the most, as he refers to himself as merely a lowly survivor, branding himself as such bitterly.

He does have a tendency to be modest, if negative at times.

Xen is a smith of a number of complex and dangerous weapons, ranging from simple flick knives to devastating explosives and most of what's between, due to this he excels in making and repairing even the most complex of weaponry with either a small amount of guidance from the original maker or some schematics.

He will often, however, simply take apart a new weapon to see how it works and ,thanks to his very potent memory, is able to put it back together flawlessly.

Xen 'likes' those who treat the steel (weapon) they carry better than themselves and will often try to make their aquaintance, the more complex the weapon the larger the chance of this happening, though the he still won't become 'friendly' until you've fought by his side against a number of dangerous monsters and remained upright afterwards, an act few people alive today have done.

Xen is very observant and will often be seen either making notes or sketching various things, namely people, weapons and monsters as well as a few places,  or he'll be seen simply watching his fellow man, studying their moves and how they carry themselves.

This behaviour can be seen tenfold whenever Xen is watching someone fight as he'll study their style, whether their posture is proper or if it simply works for them, as he may either have to fight with them or against them at some point.

Xen's psyche, unfortuneatly, is far from sane, in fact he suffers from a number of mental disorders that include PTSD and ADD, though there is a specific disorder that results in him feeling hungry, as he puts it, for flesh and blood and on more than one occasion has begun to eat his dead foe.

Xen's adrenalin is abnormally potent and while this may allow him to fight longer and harder than most, it has severe setbacks such as an adrenalin induced psychosis that can result in the calm teen turning into a savage, blood stained disaster with little to no control of his actions.

Xen takes an onslaught of medication to counter this and keep focused, but his adrenalin has a habit of cutting through his meds if a fight gets too exciting, which can become a problem for those around him.

Often Xen can be seen on the battlefield with a large wolfish on his face, which only grows with the amount of blood spilt, even if it's his own.

To counter this, Xen needs to remain calm at all times, some of his meds help him do this, but he has a surprising control over his emotions even without them, though he does fidget and stare off into space a considerable amount without his meds, though he'll stay away from people actively, not trusting he'll be able to keep his cool, thus he made a collar that keeps his heart rate at a certain level and limits the amount of adrenalin in his veins, which he wears when in civilised areas, though he'll often remove it after moving into the wild in case he needs to fight.

As a result of this need for control, Xen has a stunning amount of stamina and a staggering resilience to pain even without his adrenalin and has sometimes even begun to toy with a sparring partner even after they're limbs have gone numb, a skill that he isn't quick to admit, though he can still succumb to blood loss and ruptured organs like everyone else, he's just able to deal with most if not all of the pain of battle.

Which is needed with his near suicidal attitude towards battle.

As previously stated, Xen bitterly brands himself as a survivor, this is due to the considerable amount of fights he's been in that he was the only one left standing, or alive at all.

Xen has lost a number of friends and family to monsters, events that cracked his sanity into who he is now.

Despite not wanting to hurt those who don't really deserve it, Xen is largely apathetic to those around him, as well as to himself, Xen is actively seeking his death and thus will fight overwhelming odds when possible, sometimes forgetting that he has a team if one is present, often getting those in it as well as himself hurt, though when in civilised areas, his collar (when on) will start beeping if his heart rate starts rising, a warning that he's going to get shocked, in such an event he'll try to take a deep breath or, in extreme cases, will go so far as to pull his left glove off and bite his own flesh, using the pain that follows as something to focus on to calm himself down, the amount of force sometimes used in this act can and will break his skin, resulting in the many scars already on the limb.

As he has come to terms with death, and is actually trying to die, Xen's reason to try to be a Hunter is the sole act of dying a hero's death, one to be remembered for ages to come, one that may cleanse his soul of all the wrong he's done.

It is Xen's firm belief that being hated is a fate that many may deserve but is not a very wanted thing, but being forgotten is a subject that actually scares Xen and is argueably the only thing that fear will stop him from doing something.

Not seeing the point in being a bumbling idiot or a class slown, Xen instead strives to be remembered as the slayer of dangerous monsters.

Because of this, Xen will often seek out the most dangerous things he can fight instead of what he is required or supposed to do at the time.

Argueably, the main reason he gets hurt in fights is his reckless fighting style, which interferes with his skill somewhat.

Xen will often take risks he may not need to in a fight.

He does however attempt to think things through, but the more intense the fight, the less he has the capability to do so, but often he will simply go overboard, breaking a foes bones to simply hear them scream in pain.

Those that witness this can be convinced that the sight of blood is what he loves most, but simply the study of monsters and weapons are tied for second.

Getting his help in menial tasks can be a chore, even getting him to help you study can be damn near impossible if you haven't fought by his side on multiple occasions, but the promise of a deadly and powerful monster to fight has even stayed his forging hammer mid-swing, a feat that can't be done any other way.

Though proving to have decent mettle can fix this problem and surviving a few close encounters with him can get him to actually be friendly, willing to help with your training and studies if he has time, which being away from his forge has given an abundence of.

When not studying (which is often) or training in some way (not as often) Xen reads novels and will often spend hours in libraries, reading a number of books in a relatively short amount of time and can be seen researching weapon blueprints, sketching better designs to attempt the next time he's at his forge, or drawing people, a specific woman is usually his model, and can sometimes be seen painting of all things, again with a certain woman being the usual focal point, however much of his paintings are not for the sane or weak of heart to witness.

He has a mild taste for alchohol, but rarely drinks enough to actually get drunk, one drink, two if he's at a fancy party and rarely any more than that and will smash even a full bottle of booze over a head or simply make a molitov if need be, he sees the appeal of drinking yourself to death, but can't understand what's 'appealing' about actually doing it.

This doesn't stop him from carrying two flat, metal flasks, a red one that is filled with questionable liquids and a heavy copper smell wafting from it and a silver one that seems to be filled with plain old alchohol, he'll violently stop anyone from drinking from the red one, but will never say what exactly is in it, but some prompting can get him to pass around the silver one, which he has never drank from in his life.

Xen has shown a certain apptitude for music, namely the piano, violin and assorted string instruments and isn't afraid to sing to a tune, even cheerful one's if that's what's playing, though his taste in music reflects his relationship with death and indeed his true take on humanity, at it's most glaring when he plays and sings his favourite song The Day The World Died, a song that judges humanity on the willingness to continue killing each other even after great wars and its refusal to learn from mistakes.

With a warm drink in him another chip of his shell can be seen falling to the floor as he'll start performing songs of friends dying and lost loves of all things, showing a bit of his tragic past, which even if he was completely intoxicated would be like pulling teeth to get him to expand on, and even then most likely he'll manage to either mumble or outright skip specific details.

The few times he has been drunk, which takes a long time to get him to actually drink his way to that point, the alchohol seemed to calm him down if make him a tad depressed, a fact he'll sometimes voice by complaining about how happy everyone is and wondering how much a few broken fingers could change their mood.

As a sideeffect of his psycosis, namely paranoia, Xen can't sleep near or sometimes even in line of sight of an open window and may even refuse close ones, he also has an aversion to beds, as they give him nightterrors that keep him awake, though he still barely sleeps, instead he will sleep on the floor with as much as a blanket and possibly a pillow, often under a bed to hide out of sight, he has long ago gotten used to the looks those who witness this give him.

However, this makes him a very limber person, recovering from sleeping in a tree or on the forest floor in a very short amount of time, almost to the point of no aches or pains after sleeping outside, a skill he uses to be the first one of a team awake and ready if need be.

Weapons/Equipment

Though Xen has a rather brutal and in some cases, even animalistic nature to his fighting style, his weapons are rather complex in either design or simply why he uses them, betraying the amount of thought he put into his weapons and into the supplies he can be counted on for having.

In the large, brown pouch on his lower back, Xen has a number of medical supplies, from bandages and dressings to splints and ties, with a few scalpels and forceps for good measure, along with a number of disinfectants and antibiotics with other medications he may deem neccessary, such as painkillers and even antivenin, just in case.

Tucked between this pouch and his back are two knife sheathes that are one on top of the other which point to his left and right respectively and as easily as his hoodie ( which is usually draped over the pouch) will allow for quick grabbing, resulting in them pointing downwards mostly.

The blades are each a foot long with a straight edges, which are notched for blocking, and simple anti-slip grips.

Tilting from his right shoulder towards his left hip is a rather long, metal sheath that has a foot of sword blade sticking out of the end, betraying it's strict use for storage and not to actually protect the holder if they fall.

In this sheath is Xen's pride and joy, Sylvia, which he polishes and sharpens everyday if possible and even wraps in her fine velvet when not carrying her such as when sleeping, which is argueably the only time he'll willingly not carry her around.

Sylvia is a cross between a club, a sword and a detaching switchblade, or as Xen calls the original design, a Spikemore, which resembles a claymore with a very long handle, which shortens the blade but not the range.

Said handle is four feet long, with the tip of the blade protruding less than a foot from one side, the other being blunt.

If one were to look closely at the handle, they'd notice fine segmenting of various areas, this is due to the handles ability to distribute weight to specific points, thus either expanding or shrinking those points, turning the balanced handle into a top heavy club if need be.

By pressing a descrete button at the base of the blade, the blade will shoot forward and snap into a new place, effectively adding four feet to it's length with a single handed grip now at it's base, another descrete button being pressed will launch the blade a considereable distance, though the sword can largely be weighted for throwing.

Xen often carries another weapon, namely a kukri with a dark grey, almost black blade, this is held in a leather sheath that is either held, protruding from a backback (if he's wearing one) or he has it around his waist, poking out from under his hoodie.

Despite seeming useless, there is a reason for his three-fingered combat gloves and it's simply armor, though looking rather frail the gloves are made of a heavy material and have a noticeable weight to them, they are stab and slash resistant as well as fire proof, the weight adding power to his punches and with his lack of a shield, give him a line of defence.

In fact, Xen's arctic hoodie and pants are largely fire proof, though his flesh is not, thus when facing an enemy that uses fire he'll often pull his hood over his head, to keep his hair and face from burning, inside the lining of his hoodie, with a slightly lighter version in his pants, is a stab and slash resistant liner, which further protects him from attacks and adds weight to these articles of clothing, though he's still suseptable to blunt force trauma.

Additional
Team Role

Xen, curiously has extensive training in various medical procedures and first aid and an excellent knowledge of healing herbs and poisonous plants.

With this expertise, despite his psychotic behaviour, his role in a team is usually the medic, as he often is the most suited for the post, though his manner of attack can have him listed as a team's muscle if need be.

Xen, if seen correctly, can be viewed as smart, skilled, calm and strong.

He can complete complex techniques, while sparring he can keep his cool and more often than not simply outlast his opponent into submission and yes he is very smart and indeed is very observant, he'd make an exellent leader right?

Wrong....dead wrong.

Xen's skill and foresight, if anything, degrades as a fight goes on or by how excited he is, causing him to eventually to fall into mindless violence, killing anything around him whenever possible, but usually still managing to go after the biggest monster on the field.

In training Xen may show exceptional promise, possibly more than most students, and yes he shows great clairvoyance when in training, but that's only because his adrenalin isn't spiked, he doesn't feel very excited from being forced to spar against a student no matter how much of a jerk they are.

On the battle field he can and will try to order around those around him if the group leader's not responding to the situation by what he calls "fast enough" and will often make very good tactical orders, but this only lasts against possibly a pack of beowolves and even then its rare.

Once he gets too excited he'll stop talking, he'll stop following orders and will eventually shun all strategy if it means he kills the monster, quickly turning him from a bored looking skilled fighter and into the equivalent of a reckless, though resilient and strong, newbie, making many mistakes and often opening himself up for attacks to kill enemies.

Those who witness this are usually urged to worry about themselves and stay away from Xen if this happens as it is the failure of doing so that has lead to some deaths in the past.

This turns him from being the leader of a team and into the medic or muscle roles, depending on the situation.

Fighting Style

Xen has a number of fighting styles, which are usually situational, for instance, he'll often use his knives to either get out of a hairy situation by throwing them or he'll use them against lightly armed and armored foes, such as bandits or sometimes smaller monsters, using them as one weapon instead of two, linking slashes together as he holds a knife in each hand.

If fighting humans, he'll sometimes hold the knives towards the enemy, giving him better range, but he will often hold them upsidedown, waiting for the enemy to get in close before giving them a deadly slash, if he has only one knife in hand, he'll hold it behind his empty fist, blocking with it and attacking with the knife, unless he's toying with someone or he's trying to not kill his opponent, in which case he'll reverse this style, punching his opponent and deflecting with his knife.

Being ambidextrous, it matters little which hand holds the knife, or any weapon really.

His kukri is used against lightly armored foes if he doesn't go for his knives and has been used to kill a few beowolves but he rarely uses it on anything larger than that.

Sylvia, his pride and joy, has a number of styles linked to her, the quickest one is where Xen won't even deploy the blade, he'll simply block attacks and quickly stab with the foot of steel protruding from one side, or he'll use it as a club with a spike on the bottom, as it was intended, though he'll often only do this against humans or fast, but smaller monsters as it rather restricts what the weapon's capable of.

After deploying the blade, Xen will often hold it at the base of the blade with one hand, pointing the handle towards the enemy with the blade scratching at the sky behind him, clubbing his foe with slashes becoming secondary, though this seems like reducing the range, the design of the weapon allows for quick changing of styles, as it is totally possible to use the sword as a claymore, albeit with a longer grip, or as a staff, nimbly spun to both attack and defend, which Xen is known to do, with both styles giving the weapon a frighteningly large arc in which it can hit enemies.

He has been seen launching the blade at an enemy and rarely throwing it, but both have their own risks, launching the blade has no real aiming system and only serves to reduce the usefullness of the overall weapon, while throwing the weapon, though possible, is effectively stripping Xen of the weapon, something he doesn't want to do, but at times has no other choice.

Gripping the small, single handed grip at the base of the blade, turning it to the side and pulling separates the blade from the club, effectively creating two weapons, at this point Xen will divert the weight of the club to be top heavy and therefore better suited to be it's own weapon for crushing.

Like his knives, which weapon being in which hand isn't a very big factor, but he tends to prefer having the sword in his left hand and the club in his right.

What he's fighting will determine how he uses them, for instance, heavily armored but lightly armed foes will be blocked with the sword and attacked with the club, and vise versa, with Xen making decisions on what situation requires which style.

This obviously lasts as long as he can think straight, but despite when he gets excited and attacking what his mind perceives as the strongest monster on the battlefield, he'll often be seen still swapping between styles, connecting the two weapons to attack and defend and disconnecting them for quicker strikes, but he still makes a lot of mistakes, such as the times when he gets grabbed because he was busy stabbing a monster in the back.

His lack of fear in combat even when cool headed is nothing short of remarkable, as he'll do daring and dangerous things with no hesitation, doing what he must to behead an opponent and even defending teammembers with his own body before his focus shifts to attack anything in sight.