[hider=Xander] Name: Xander Age: 17, almost 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Xander is the kind to stand-out in a crowd, whether it be due to his somewhat odd shock of silver-white hair, the startling purple eye, or his insistence on wearing a rather ludicrous amount of purple in his daily attire. Standing a little bit below average at 5'6, this lack of height is made up for in him being solidly-built due to both his own training and the everyday labor every man of Xaun is often expected to take part in. Aside from this, his only other notable characteristics is a rather nasty looking scar around his neck and another over his left eye. Both are the result of a few rather serious, almost life-threatening accidents that Xander treats as if they were no more than bumps on the road of life. He also has a number of scars from the less interesting, everyday accidents that his devil-may-care approach to danger seems to attract. Personality: Xander is an over-excitable individual who is, quite simply, really. really lonely. Despite his cheerful nature and happy-go-lucky demeanor, Xander has never really had any friends aside from his Natrelmon, Mythi. Having spent the better part of his life being ignored by everyone in his town but his father(and even that relationship was filled with no small amount of tension), the boy is quite a literally starving for any kind of positive human interaction, and when he finds it, tends to get almost overwhelmingly excited and more than a little bit clingy as a result. part of the reason he began these rites is the hope that he'll be able to make great human and natrelmon friends along the way, and maybe, not be so lonely anymore. This being said, his loneliness isn't the only reason for him to partake in this continent-wide gauntlet. The main reason would be his love of adventure and excitement, as Xander loves few things more than the rush of adrenaline through his veins, and few things offer as good a hit of the stuff then engaging in battles with other tamers, testing skill in both guiding Natrelmon and magical dueling to create a fantastical dance of strategy that makes him feel truly alive. It is in these battles that he finds himself able to lose any sense of self-doubts or worries about his loneliness, putting 110% of his focus and effort into facing off against his opponent. Relic: Almost laughably emblematic of his origins, Xander chose a fishing rod to be the his Relic, a durable length of wood created by his own two hands that is rather plain, if well constructed. What draws the eye, however, is the odd crystalline hook thay decorates the end of the line, a piece Xander found in a small cave while exploring the Island jungle. It's color changes depending on the typing of the Mon he currently has out. Starting Natrelmon: Mythin and Doshe History: Xander was born under. . . odd circumstances, to say the least. In the months leading up to his birth, their had been a strange sickness plaguing Xaun that no one could explain, draining people of their strength until they simply lost the will to move on. While their didn't seem to much in the way of physical symptoms to the disease, a commonality between all the victims was that their hair lost all pigmentation, turning into a ghostly pale white as the sickness progressed. Such was the case with Xander's mother who managed to hold out long enough to give birth to her son, but succumbed to it soon after as the strain of the ordeal proved too much for her. Her son, however, had seemed to have been touched by the illness as well, as Xander was born with pale white hair and, stranger still, bright purple eyes that seemed to almost glow at times.l Since birth, Xander was ostracized by most others in the village, at first because they thought that he had been cursed by some fell creature and would likely spread the deadly sickness to others. However, as time passed on, people noticed that not only was Xander surviving and thriving despite the fact that he should be infected by the strange affliction that took so many, but that the sickness itself seemed to not take any new victims after his birth. And while most didn't know what to make of this strange circumstance, a few particularly paranoid villagers turn their fingers towards the child, claiming that he wasn't truly human, but likely some strange undiscovered Natrelmon that had taken over the body of an unborn child. While most dismissed this theory, it still put a mark on Xander's head as he grew up, marking him as something different and thus, something to be feared. Things only grew worse as he grew up, however, as it wasn't long before the boy began to show strange innate magical abilities, such as being to see through walls and illusions of any kind and making it so he could pass through solid matter at will, almost like he was a spirit rather than a mortal child. Not only this, but a curious phenomenon seemed to follow the boy wherever he went, causing some level of disaster around him where ever he went and while he always managed to make it out of them relatively no worse for wear, the same couldn't be said for those around him. Numerous accidents have always occurred around Xander, often leaving him with little more than a scar and another story to tell, but others have lost fingers, arms, legs, eyes, and so on. . . even their lives. Before long, people stopped seeing him as a cursed child, but instead as a curse on the village itself that brought misfortune and disaster in its wake. Despite this environment of mistrust and isolation, or perhaps because of it, Xander grew up to be an almost overwhelmingly positive and motivated boy. He'd often time leave the school and the village entirely to explore the wilds that made up the rest of the island, as well as bugging the trainers and tamers that often came around for tips on how to become one. Perhaps it was due to the way that he saw the other village kids idolize the trainers and their awesome companions that made him wish to become one, or maybe it was the stories of adventures that the men and women often spun to the children, speaking of intense battles and sweeping vistas that he couldn't even begin to imagine. Even Xander himself was unsure of what the true source of his desire to become a trainer was, only that he was determined to not only become a great one, but he wished to be the greatest that had ever lived. Professions: Tamer[Specialization:Dragon](Rank 5) - 8000 Mage(4) - [Deep Knowledge:Invocation] Magic: Stormcaller(4) - 51600 Invoker(3) -21600 Searsinging[Exorcist Flame](1) - 800 ???(4) - 71600 Books: Aspiration: To become a legendary Trainer long term, and just have a fun life in short term Natrelmon: [Mythi] Mythari, M, lvl 23 - 16308 [Zeke] Doshe, F, lvl 10 - 1033 [Buck]Bolvent, M, lvl 14 - 2246 [Lili]Grandra, M, lvl 20 - 8968 [Gigi]Grianos, F, lvl 20 - 8126 Doxi, F, lvl 25 - 15928 Swindle, M, lv 14 - 2246 Panzer, M, lv 25 - Ocalia, M, lv 25 - Cryzen, M, lv 25 - Items: 500n 10 A relic, 2 E relics Xander's Notebook of Natrelmon Observations, vol. 1 A traveling bag full of supplies for his journey PDA Notable Skills: Compotemt Outdoorsman, Expert Fisherman Nautical experience, Natural mage, Good with Natrelmon [/hider]