[hider=Xandar Markov] [center] [h2][b][color=Crimson] Xandar Markov [/color][/b][/h2] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/de/f1/77def1d883a83ce3221836a5a436ebea.jpg[/img] [b][color=Crimson]"You dare approach me? I hope you've prepared to die."[/color][/b] [hr][hr] [b][h2]Character Summary:[/h2][/b] [b][color=Crimson]Name: [/color][/b] Xandar Markov [b][color=Crimson]Aliases: [/color][/b] Xandar, The Reaper, Defender of Men, The Alpha [b][color=Crimson]Age: [/color][/b] 1742 years old [b][color=Crimson]Birthday: [/color][/b] February 3rd [b][color=Crimson]Race/Species: [/color][/b] Eyrien [b][color=Crimson]Gender: [/color][/b] Male [b][color=Crimson]Birthplace: [/color][/b] Askavi - Terreille [b][color=Crimson]Jewel Color (Birthright and Offering): [/color][/b] Birthright - Sapphire/Offering - Ebon-Gray [b][color=Crimson]Class/Caste: [/color][/b] Warlord Prince [b][color=Crimson]Languages: [/color][/b] Eyrien, Common [b][color=Crimson]Occupation: [/color][/b] Rogue Warlord Prince [hr][hr] [h2][b]Appearance[/b][/h2] [b][color=Crimson]Height: [/color][/b] 6 foot 7 inches [b][color=Crimson]Weight: [/color][/b] 247 pounds [b][color=Crimson]Body Type: [/color][/b] Muscular [b][color=Crimson]Eye Color: [/color][/b] Bright Gold [b][color=Crimson]Hair Color: [/color][/b] Jet Black [b][color=Crimson]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Dark Gold / Tan [hr][hr] [h2][b]Character psychology[/b][/h2] [b][color=Crimson]Sexuality: [/color][/b] Heterosexual [b][color=Crimson]Relationship Status: [/color][/b] Single [b][color=Crimson]Personality:[/color][/b] As a man born from a warrior race, coming from a long line of merciless warriors, and Xandar is no exception. His strong physique and features already stand out to the human eye, being even larger than most of his own kind. His tall stature, large gold wings and piercing gold eyes that shine in even the dark reflect his personality in a way. He almost always believes that he should be the center of attention and of the upmost importance. Coming from the only Patriarchal race, this was only natural and instinct for him. The males ruled the household. Xandar will go out of his way to show his dominance and authority, challenging other men who he sees as a threat. Xandar is your definition of an Alpha Male, and his pride is what fuels many of his emotions and actions. Due to his nature, Xandar can get highly aggressive and angry in some instances, especially on the battlefield. In a society where most disputes are settled by combat, Xandar has a low tolerance for bullshit, and he's willing to fight the person responsible. Many have tried to take his spot and few have lived to regret the mistake. While Xandar is very much the hugest asshole most people have ever met and quick to draw his sword, this is not to say that he can't be civil. He has matured from his "younger" years, and for those he respects he can be somewhat tolerable, even hold a decent conversation. He even has a bit of charisma sometimes. After all, there are very few things that are stronger than a Warlord Prince's sex drive. He can even be humorous sometimes, even if it's usually belittling others or making very dark and crude jokes. Under that whole strong, fierce, bust your ass persona, there is a heart deep down there. This often comes in the form of his more protective side. The only thing that enrages him more than challenging him, is to hurt the ones he cares about. There is a reason his name is "Defender of Men", and while this is somewhat because of his namesake, he has always believed that his power was bestowed on him to protect others. Internally, the reason he needs to be stronger than anyone else is to never be defeated. Men fight the hardest when they have everything to lose. His pride, his life, and mostly importantly... the lives of those around him. He is a warrior who seeks a cause for fighting. Lately, it's been just for the sake of his pride, his people, and the thrill of the fight. [b][color=Crimson]Habits: [/color][/b] [list] [*]Smoking [*]Having very dominant body language [*]Dressing extremely well everywhere he goes [*]Biting his lower lip [*]Stretching, flexing, and yawning to openly express emotions [/list] [b][color=Crimson]Hobbies: [/color][/b] [list] [*]Combat/Fighting [*]Giving orders [*]Talking down to others/Boasting of himself [*]Adult affairs [*]Most things pertaining to physical contest and challenge [/list] [b][color=Crimson]Fears: [/color][/b] [list] [*]Being alone [*]Being defeated [*]Not being able to protect others [*]His rage causing a fatal mistake [/list] [b][color=Crimson]Likes: [/color][/b] [list] [*]The glory of combat and murder [*]Being in control [*]Taking out his aggression of on others [*]Dogs [*]Victory [/list] [b][color=Crimson]Dislikes: [/color][/b] [list] [*]Losing [*]Not being in control [*]Being looked down upon [*]Being denied things [*]Those weaker than himself [/list] [h2][b]Skills[/b][/h2] [b][color=Crimson]General Skills: [/color][/b] [list] [*]Leadership [*]Athletics [*]Flying [*]Singing [*]Tactician [/list] [b][color=Crimson]Combat Skills: [/color][/b] [list] [*]Expert Swordsmanship [*]Well developed hand-to-hand combat [*]Aerial Combat [*]Using Magic to enhance and work with physical attacks [*]Bow and Arrow [/list] [b][color=Crimson]Craft Skills: [/color][/b] [list] [*]Psychic blasts [*]Shielding [*]Physical buffs [/list] [b][color=Crimson]Items: [/color][/b] [list] [*]Large Eyrien Warblade [*]Bow and arrows [*]Military-Grade Studded leather [*]Cigars [*]Dual Long Swords [/list] [hr][hr] [h2][b]History[/b][/h2] [b][color=Crimson]Background: [/color][/b] Born in the Askavi region of Terrielle, the heir of the Markovs had been born in a home carved at the peak of the tallest mountain. This is where he called home, and where the Markov family had been for generations. The family name alone came with a certain swagger, pride, and power, their family having an infamy on the battlefield. Xandar's father, Edgar, hosted a Gray Jewel and wielded it with passion on the battlefield. The nickname [i]Tyrant[/i] described his father quite well. Merciless on the battlefield, cruel to those he knew, and abusive to even his own family. His wife was Ellian, owner of a Red Jewel and a fierce warrior in her own right. This is what initially drew his father to her, but her strong spirit and fiery personality compared in comparison to his father's. Xandar has striking memories of his father beating his mother half to death for disobeying him, and Xandar was not spared from these beating as a child either. However, his mother would always stand up for him, often times taking his father's wraith in place of him. These moments of kindness and protection taught Xandar about what it meant to protect those you loved, even if you had put yourself in harm's way. While he was very close to his mother, he and his father had an odd relationship. As the only male descended from Edgar, it was Xandar's birthright to carry the Markov legacy. And because of that, his father beat into him how to act, how to fight, and how to be a proper man. Edgar saw Xandar as an extension of himself, and was very seldom proud of him, verbally berating the young boy for not being good enough. And while he has his father to thank for helping shape him into the warrior and man he is today, he'll always hate that son of a bitch. Xandar was finally spared from his home when he had attained his birthright jewel, Sapphire, and was sent by his father to a hunting camp. Not to say that this wasn't hell either, and at 45 years of age he was pitted against boys of his own age for decades. He is proficient with most things that can be considered a weapon, but he is most proficient with a sword and bow and arrow. Even at a young age, he had the size and strength to wield a warblade, and few could match his skill with a sword. The power of his Jewel only added to his prowess on the battlefield, not relying on it, but simply using it as an enhancement and extension to his body. Normally he had no need to use his jewel, but is would be idiotic not to harness it's power and use it to it's fullest potential in combat. After decades of honing his skills, he was ready for the run. And while many of his allies died, he was the first to complete the run. For the next few decades he would train under his father, often accompanying him in battle, even though he hadn't received his offering yet. Xandar would often have to fight his battle alone at first, his father watching and judging him as he narrowly escaped death on more than one occasion. He told him that he would not step in, as that was the nature of war for the strong to survive and the weak to perish. Years of this and many experiences of combat under his belt caused his demeanor to harden, now often leading other men into war with him and ordering them around. This was due to the fact of his namesake, but also due to the fact that he was truly fit to be a leader. A very cruel one, but he knew what the hell he was doing. At 100 years old it was time for Xandar's offering, receiving the Ebon-Gray jewel. This sudden surge of power that came to wielding this dark of a jewel enraged his father, and Edgar could tell that Xandar would soon surpass him. His own son, who he saw as his legacy, he now saw as a threat and rival. Soon after this he sought to destroy Xandar and kill him out of fear of him. He would just have another son with a different woman he thought to himself. Xandar's mother Ellian caught wind of this and quickly sent Xandar off. There was a confrontation between the two parents, and in a fit of rage his father killed his mother in cold blood. When Xandar returned he was enraged, knowing now why he had been sent away. His mother had saved him yet again, but this time at the cost of her life. He couldn't even protect the only person close to him. After this he sought out his father in a blind rage, hunting him down and murdering him in front of dozens of his father's men. It wasn't even a contest. In one day his mother was murdered by his father, and in turn he avenged her and cut down his own father in combat, the one who taught him how to fight. Orphaned, he was one of the sole Markov's left now, and that realization of being alone struck him. As he stood there, his father's lifeless body torn open by Xandar's blade, the nickname "The Reaper" was given to him. It was as if death itself had come for Edgar, and nothing was going to stop it. Now alone and with the blood of both his parents on his hands, he went to extinguish countless lives afterwards in the pursuit of finding meaning and purpose in his now empty life. Hundreds of years have past, and Xandar has spread his name further as the sole heir to his name. A proud man with a thirst for power that never quenched, he became more and more restless. It seems that others are restless in the world too. Many of the Blood were being corrupted by the twisted Queens, powerful men and women coming under control of the Matriarchs. A few of his own warriors had even been lost. It was only a matter of time before they came for his head, and he knew it. The fact of the matter is, he believed that nobody could control him, let alone women who claimed to be all powerful and influential. Xandar thought this was some bullshit magic, and although he never went out of his way to fight these Queens, he would readily defend himself and his people. If they wanted power, they would have to fight for it, just like he did. Xandar only respected power, and he had yet to see power that could match his own. And for that, he was blind to the fact that their were many who held power far greater than his own. He was in for a rude awakening. After narrowly escaping capture, Xandar was forced to become a rogue, leaving the court and queen in order to declare his independence. Slavery was not an option for him, and he actively declared rebellion against this tyranny. There were many men at first that called to his cause, lots of them he had fought with on the battlefield. Xandar would lead these men into battle once more. At first they were successful, but the longer the fight went on, he slowly realized how truly outmatched and outresourced he was. There were far too many people under this new power, and one by one his men were killed, captured, or disheartened. All that was left was himself. While there was no one person he had met so far who could take him down, the Queen's army was too much. They even took over his family estate and assets. o home, no money, and nobody to count on, his was very low on options. If he wanted to continue to live as a free man, he needed friends. This led Xandar to Aven, where a good friend of his had a father who ran a bar. It wan't much, but before he was killed in combat, his friend had mentioned going there to help the movement. After breaking the news of his son to the barkeep, he didn't seem all to mad at him. He understood that his son died fighting for a cause he believed in, and he knew the dangers. Upon asking the man, he steers Xandar to ask after the Ashkevron Healer as she "-will put ye to rights. One way or the other. Though you may not like how 'right' leaves you." Now he didn't know who this woman was, but he really had no other choice. And so this is where his story leaves off, on the hunt for a woman who had the answers he was looking for. Or so he hoped. [hr][hr] [h2][b]Additional Information[/b][/h2] [b][color=Crimson]Other: [/color][/b] Favorite Color Red, Doctor Strange is cool. https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4856697 [b][color=Crimson]Theme Song: [/color][/b] [youtube]https://youtu.be/WGt-8adyabk[/youtube] [b][color=Crimson]Extra:[/color][/b](read rules) [color=red]I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.[/color] [/center] [/hider]