[hider=Xiomara][center][color=9e0b0f][b][u]Xiomara the Sun’s Favored[/u][/b]

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[i]Once upon a time there was a hermit, who sequestered himself from the world
When he climbed free from his hole he looked upon the land with hope
Only to find decay and decadence
In tears he beseeched the gods with the power to save his home
When the rising sun heard his voice, she became enamored with his dream
For the humble hermit she crafted a gift with all the powers that she possessed
It only cost him a face[/i][/color][/center]

[b]Birth Name:[/b] [Redacted]
[b]Alias:[/b] Xiomara
[b]Alignment:[/b] Chaotic Neutral
[b]Age:[/b] Mid-Thirties
[b]Gender:[/b] Ostensibly Male
[b]Ethnicity:[/b] Nethla

[b]Physical Description: [/b]

Xiomara stands at six feet and three inches tall with a body that celebrates both the male and female aspects of the human form. Broad shoulders and powerful muscles line his form without being ostentatious enough to detract from the subtle curves that flow steadily downwards. Aside from the unusual blending of genders Xiomara is a picture perfect example of human health with two arms, two legs, and a head. His skin is a pale shade of brown with a tendency to bronze over the course of an encounter while his face is that of a woman with predatory features and given to stern expressions but beautiful nonetheless. A head full of wild red hair follows his every step with individual strands that writhe with a mind of their own.

Xiomara prefers to wear furs, trinkets, and trophies obtained over the course of his adventures that often result in him appearing as something of a half-armored savage.

[b]Personality Description:[/b]

Xiomara is an shockingly honest person. Blunt to the point of being rude with a complete inability to understand metaphors, allusions, or other obfuscating tools of language. Though not quite a luddite he is derisive of modern values and lives by a strict code of honor, stubbornly so, even when proven wrong. As one might expect he loves combat. Despite a slew of negative personality traits, largely centered around savagery, there is a streak of humanitarianism running through the core of his being; one that while harsh is nonetheless fair.

[b]Powers, Skills, and Abilities:[/b]

[i][Favored of the Sun][/i]

When Thaddeus beseeched the gods for their help he never expected a response but a response he received and an emphatic one at that. Savage Vorsours descended from heavens and breathed her holy fire into him with a kiss, destroying the man he had been and forging him into something more than human, all so that he could carry her gift inside of him. Now his heart is an engine that pumps liquid fire through a body built like a machine. He is stronger, faster, and more durable than he could have ever dreamed of with dire magic pumping through his veins but in exchange Vorsours tore off that face and stole that voice that had enchanted her so. Realizing that it would not do for her favored to wander without a face she gave him her own and fashioned his new body so that it could better represent her. In a sense Thaddeus is gone and he has been replaced with the avatar Xiomara.

Xiomara has a number of natural abilities afforded to him which will be presented in list form for the sake of brevity:

*Increased physical strength, speed, and durability.
*Immunity to disease, toxins, aging, weather, and other natural hazards.
*Flame generation and manipulation.
*Steady out of combat regeneration.
*Communication with and control over non-sentient predators.
*Increased resistance to mental incursion as well as a complete immunity to subversive tactics.
*Able to manipulate his own physiology in order to create extraneous limbs, weapons, and defenses.
*Untapped blood magic to perform minor magical tricks and rituals.
*Able to grasp, manipulate, and otherwise damage supernatural energy forms including the magical and the immaterial.

[i][Eclipse of the Sun][/i]

Though Xiomara is certainly powerful all of this power comes with a serious drawback. Over the course of battle Xiomara steadily deals damage to himself with the most obvious sign of wear and tear being the steady darkening of his flesh. Though resting in the middle of combat can allow his body to cool down the effect is constant and the final stage involves complete calcification at which point Xiomara himself is completely vulnerable, both to outside attacks and to the vicious will of Vorsours.

[b]Equipment:[/b]

[i][Bloodwood Sword][/i]

Carved from the Bloodwood tree, so named for the way that it feasts on corpses and the rusty red of the wood it produces, the Bloodwood Sword is a five foot long double-edged monster of a weapon. Though dull along each edge the Bloodwood Sword produces a natural sap that hardens the edges to a keen point that is capable of cleaving through stone and steel alike. Though incredibly durable the Bloodwood Sword can in fact be broken, in fact it regularly suffers damage throughout the course of battle, but as the blade is alive it will eventually regrow so long as it remains connected to the hilt. The magical nature of weapon allows it to cut and cleave through the magical and other energy based constructs while still dealing maximum damage, if not more given the tendency for most immaterial creatures assay defense.

Finally the Bloodwood Sword while not particularly intelligent is malignant in its own manner. The blood will soak up any blood that it encounters and if it finds purchase in an opponent it will attempt to take root within the foe and swallow them whole. Any blood that it drinks is transformed into energy which Xiomara has full access too.

[i][A/N: Though Xiomara is technically a hermaphrodite I will refer to the character using exclusively male pronouns. This because the character still thinks of himself as male but also because I find gender neutral pronouns to be completely obnoxious.][/i][/hider]