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[xenon]

Xenon Tobias Nightshade
“By that sin fell the angels.”

FULL NAME Xenon Tobias Nightshade
NICKNAMES Xen, Xenny, Tobi, Tobias, T.N
AGE 22
GENDER Male
BIRTHDAY April 12th 1800
SPECIES Fallen Angel
ALLIANCE Neutral.
SEXUALITY Bi-Sexual

PLAY-BY Enrique Iglesias
EYES Xenon has almond shaped dark chocolate orbs with the slightest green hues. Around his pupils, there are distinct forest green specks. His eye lashes are long, giving him a rather adorable appeal, and his eyes always seem to be filled with life, but if you look close enough, you can see his suffering and sorrow.
HAIR Xenon has naturally, stylishly messy and slightly spiked dark brown (almost black) hair with a bit of light brown spread around.
BODY TYPE Xen has a very lean and fit, yet muscular body type. His bone structure is around medium, and he has barely an once of fat on him. He has a nice set of muscles, he's particularly proud of his abs.
HEIGHT With his nationality, Xen stands at around 6'2
WEIGHT With his height and his build, Xen weighs in at around 158 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Xen has a charming/dashing face with dimples. He also has one heck of a body.
STYLE Xen tends to dress as either a punk, or a bad ass.

LIKES At least 10.

• Renaissance - The medival time period of King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table, to the Vikings of Iceland. This has all taken root in his heart and grows with each passing day.
  
• Mythology - Every mythology of every culture has struck his fancy. He loves learning about each and every kind.
  
• Werewolves - Going along with Folk lore, he has a passion for werewolves and the misfortunes they indure.
  
• Astronomy - The moon and stars have always caught Xenon's interests. He is always asking questions like why are they there, where did they come from.
  
• Darkness - Staring out into nothingness, feeling completly helpless and yet so alive. The darkness has always had a spot in Xenon's heart and mind.
  
• Night - Night, the moon and stars dancing in the dark dark sky -- he loves it, he loves everything about it.
  
• Scary Movies - He loves Scary Movies, save for ones with clowns. He HATES clowns, but loves the gore and blood from the horrow movies.
  
• Storms - The roll of thunder and cackling of lightning. Oh how Xenon loves the thrill of the roars and clashes.
  
• Nature - Having been born on a farm, Xenon loves nature. He can name almost each and every tree, plant, rock, flower, even animals that she comes across.
  
• Fire - Xenon has an odd fascination with Fire, he loves the feel of it, though he doesn't let himself get burnt, and he loves the color of it.
  
• Rain - Rain, the tender thumping of it on the window sills, and the smell afterwards.. It's always been one of Xenon's favorite things.
  

DISLIKES At least 10.

• Death - Death -- oh how he loathes death. Death is nothing more than pain...
  
• Losing - Xenon has always hated losing. If he does lose, he will work his ass off to get even better then go back and win.
  
• Murderers - He hates murderers and wants to make sure every last one of them get what they deserve -- death.
  
• Rude People - He hates it when people are nice to someone, then that someone is just completly rude to the person who tried to help.
  
• Cities - He hates big cities because at night they block out the stars, and polute the world more so than smaller places/towns.
  
• Arrogance - He finds it annoying and pathetic, especially from an adult who acts better than everyone.
  
• Ignorance - He hates ignorance more than arrogance. He thinks people need to be educated on what they speak of BEFORE speaking of it.
  
• Vegetables - He hates anything green, that has to do with food. He doesn't like the tastes or textures -- he just hates it all around.
  
• Rap - He despises the beats, the words -- everything! He believes rappers are poets who suck.
  
• Betrayl - Xenon's dealt with betrayl quite a lot, and has grown to hate most people he doesn't know. He also thinks it's better to together, no matter what.
  

STRENGTHS At least 4.

• Lying - Xenon is an excellent liar. He can ly himself out of any situation.
  
• Strength - Not only physically, but mentally. Xenon has had to deal with a lot of emotional damage, but he is strong for his friends.
  
• Intelligence - Xenon is extremly intelligent with an IQ of 187; he may not always act like it though.
  
• Artistic - Xenon is very artistic, vocally and visually. Music has always been his life, and he's always expressed himself through painting or sketching.
  
• Brave - Xenon would take on a 3857 headed Dinosaur if it meant he'd be protecting the ones he loves.
  

Weaknesses At least 4.

• Rasberry Icecream with birthday cake icecream mixed in, with rasberries, Carmel, and cookie dough mixed in. - It's one of his few weaknesses. It's his favorite type of icecream.
  
• Cookie Dough - Another one of his weaknesses. He prefers Peanut Butter or Chocolate chip.
  
• Puppies - He loves German Shepherds and any big, wolf like dogs.
  
• The Past - Xenon hates talking about his past, and chooses to never speak of it.
  
• Relations - He has a hard time relating to others; he grew up with a lot of hardships, and is extrodinarily smart, so he doesn't know how to act around others.
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Statistics - Whenever Xenon gets nervous or uncomfortable, he'll start spouting off statistics and facts.
  
• Whistling - If he's bored or alone, he'll whistle show tunes.
  
• Drumming - If nervous or anxious or excited, his hands automatically move into beats on his legs.
  

FEARS At least 3.

• Love - Xen is afraid of falling in love. He's afraid of letting someone so close, in fear of being hurt.
  
• Death - Xenon is afraid of death of those around him. He himself is not afraid of dieing, he's just afraid of loosing those he loves.
  
• Spiders - He's terrified of them and their creepy crawly 8 legs.
  

DESIRES At least 1.

• Family - He wants a family, with two kids.
  

SECRETS At least 1.

• Bi-Sexual - Xenon is a closeted Bi-Sexual. He's afraid of letting people know this.
  

OVERALL
Growing up with Xenon was a sight to see, however now that he is older and more mature, he's much different. As a child, Xen was very shy and dorky; he never spoke out or drew attention to himself, and was constantly bullied. He went through his school years as a recluse, he hated sports and was always studying; Xenon never had any friends, and didn't until late into his senior friends, the year he began changing. During that last year of school, he came out of his shell and let everyone see who he truly was: a cocky, arrogant, punk, jock. He joined the Rugby team, stopped his constant studying though he never actually needed to study, and he finally showed himself to be a rebellious music lover.

After high school he stayed that way. He was finally able to show himself for who he truly was and that slowly sank more and more into his being. Everyday he'd let someone else see something; he became a major music lover, forming his own band though they were forced to break up only around a year and a half later, and he got really into the arts. However, he still didn't let many people in; he made it clear he'd love to toy with you and have his fun, but he never actually stuck around and let you ensnare him. Despite that, he still wants a family, even if it means adopting. Xenon can often act like a two year old, for he tends to be playful, mischievous, and loves a good prank. He's often found by him self in some big open area, mostly at night, where he's typically sitting on a rock or fallen log, or even on the ground, eyes closed and just taking in everything around him.

Sadly, however, that is all just a mask. In truth, Xenon has quite a few problems. He's rather depressed most of the time and still prefers to be stuck alone rather than in a party or crowd. He's extremely jumpy and he often appears to be too smart for his own good. Xenon has Multiple Personality Disorder, his other selves are still him, but not him. He suffers from this disorder, though he tends to hide his faults behind his mask and by drugs or alcohol, mostly the latter.

MOTHER María Leana Nightshade dead
FATHER Dmitri Marcos Nightshade dead
SIBLINGS Masson Daniel Nightshade Guardian Angel
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE N/A
ETHNICITY Hispanic/Russian
WEALTH STATUS Upper Middle Class, he's not rich exactly, but he's well off.
OVERALL
The sun set on a cool April eve, the clouds rolled restlessly over head; lightning flashed endlessly in the distance, and the trees rustled fearfully in the harsh breeze. It was April Twelth, in a small town knnwn to many as San Pedro Cholula, Mexico, and people bustled about, eager for the news. It was time, a healthy couple were having a healthy baby; the couple had long since lived in the town, the mother having lived in the town since birth, the father moving to the town from Moscow, Russia. The town had been expecting the baby's arrival all week, and early that morning the news had arrived, MMaría Leana Nightshade had gone into labor. It lasted all day, and well into the night. Elders, adults, young adults, teens, and children all came to the quaint little house nestled between the hills, awaiting the news -- at 11:50 P.M, baby Xenon Tobias Nightshade was born, and only a few hours later his Identical twin brother, Masson Daniel Nightshade was born.

During the first few years of life, Xenon was constantly looked after, unlike his younger brother Masson, and Xen hated it. Xenon didn't like the favoirtism, but he somewhat understood it, afterall, he was the only child suppose to be born. Growing up, Masson was always trying to compete with his elder brother, and each time he failed. When Xen was six, however, he let his brother win a race, and was severely punished. That night, his mother beat him to literaly an inch of his life, and continued to do so until his seventh birthday. When Xenon turned seven, he witnessed something horrificly painfull -- his father was having an affair... with a man. The man, a local "bad boy" teenager, saw Xen first and told his father; his father beat him. Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, Xenon's father and the other man snuck into his room and raped him upon request from the man. This abuse continued well into his teenage years. No one ever knew of what was going on, and Xenon was thankfull for that. It wasn't until he got older that Xen was thankfull his father and his partner's frustrations were taken out on him, for his brother always seemed so naive and innocent -- a characteristic Xenon was glad his brother harbored. During his schooling years, Xenon stuck to himself and stayed out of trouble, then upon entering highschool, he did the same -- or he did until his last year at least. During his last year of school, Xenon came out of his shell, realizing that nothing could get worse than it already was -- and he was terribly wrong. One year, after loosing an old fashioned Rugby match, Xenon's father turned to his favorite pass time, calling up his male lover and together the raped the poor boy. Hour after hour he was assaulted. The treatment continued on after that, up until Xenon was Twenty two where he allowed his brother to win once more. His two assailants come at him later that night, as he was expecting, and raped him for hours, well into the next day, and into the next night. Xenon finally attempted to cry out for help, but his father's male lover shut him up with a gag, unbeknowist to the two, they had it covering his mouth and nose -- and so he sufficated.

Xenon died that day, and he became a Guardian Angel, chosen by Heaven because of his pure soul, despite the tragedys he was forced to bare. Down in the living realm, however, his brother was devestated by his brother's death, but extatic about the chance of being the golden child. Sadly, his brother also lost something and he became his father's target, and ended up being murdered the very next day, on accident, by his father and lover, as Xen had been. His brother too became a Guardian Angel, and things were worked out between the two. Then, 10 years later, madness was taking hold of Xenon, his father was abusing anything he could get his hands on, including the local children. Xenon was disgusted, and decided enough was enough, and he went back to Earth and murdered his father, mother, and his father's lovers. Not even an hour later his wings rotted off, leaving behind too bloody, foaming incissions on his back, and no way to return to Heaven -- he'd become a Fallen Angel.

Xenon was forced to go back to the way he once was, neither human no Guardian. On occasion he'd see his brother and the two would ingage in battle, both wounded but never killed, for neither had the heart to kill the last of their family. Xenon knew his brother did not understand, he did not expect his brother to, and he was thankfull that he did not.

Xenon lived for 212 years like this, and has done plenty of things he's not proud of, hence why he's chosen to stay out of this on coming fued between the races, and has stuck to being a simple neautral.

NAME/ALIAS Blaez
AGE Seventeen
TIME ZONE Central?
HOW YOU FOUND US A Search Engine
OTHER CHARACTERS N/A
RP SAMPLE

Even before the sky had darkened, the scent of rain had lingered into the snares of the brute. He had no reason to question the sudden darkness that enveloped the forest. However, his own reaction to the darker environment was only a small tug on his resting tail.

Rain... brought darkness if only for a few moments, yet many say afterwards, it was well worth it. What rain brought some say is life. Rain brought moist to dry climates, for predators it drew their prey out of their hiding spots, while overall, rain brought what nature desired, what it required. However that was not the reason that Vlad actually enjoyed it. Some would have question if he was truly the persona he put up for others to see, even those who knew him would question his insanity, if that he enjoyed the moments after a storm. Yet it was during the storm itself, where for some reason, the drops of rain, trickling down his body brought feelings to his cold heart. Occasionally, when the rain brought along its companions, lightning and thunder. Vlad could forget that he was an alpha, he could forget his past, and he could forget his pride. Just for the moment of happiness. The roaring of thunder showed that true power was out there, while the lightning brought something of hope.

However at the moment, it was no time to dwell on the thoughts of his own happiness. Those thoughts would be more appropriate once he was in his territory, where he was sure all wolves knew of his position and would question themselves before interrupting him as he enjoyed the storm.

Turning his attention, once again to the female, to say the least, Vlad's first impression of the fae had changed, at least a little. Even though he still found her pretty pathetic, he was surprised that she held her ground. His demeanor had obviously showed that he held power and strength in his large frame, and yet there she remained, only some strides away. For a rare moment, curiosity entered the brute's amber eyes. Rarely did he find any wolf, especially a female that held their ground. However, those many other wolves that he had come into contact with were often aware of his position. Yet, from the look in the wolf's eyes, with ease one could tell that she had identified his pack. However at this very moment, Vlad still remained in the dark whether she knew who he was exactly. But he was sure, that soon the female would answer his question.

His eyes watched as the female kept her own eyes on him. She was obviously cautious of him. He had kept his intentions unclear in her eyes, and as he kept closing the distance between them she expected the worse from him. Feeling unthreatened by her, he let his eyes wander over her frame. From what he could tell from the time he had watched her with the elk from moments before, that even though she did have a smaller and leaner body, for what she lacked in strength, she in her own way held strengths. She seemed intelligent, at least when it came to hunting. Yet, that intelligence was not at all present and seen in her actions against him, but because of her body type it would seem that she easily did have speed on her side. If it were ever to come to a fight, he would not even have to think about wasting his energy about losing. Just from sight alone, there was no threat from the fae. No matter what, victory would be on his side. However he didn't want a fight, at least not today, and most importantly not from her. There would be no challenge, no thrill in outclassing the female.

Still making his way toward her, the brute had paused as the female called out to him. With his tail, resting lazily behind him, he had cocked his head; his ears were brought forward as he listened to her words, expecting more bothersome words. In spite of expecting annoyance, in exchanged a soft rumble began in his chest, a movement that traveled down through his body, resulting in his tail shifting in amusement. With no reason to keep his laughter hidden, the brute let out his dark chuckling. The female he thought was pathetic in her own way. Her fear was evident, in her stance, and in her shaking legs. Yet, her words had spoken otherwise.

At this closer distance he inhaled the scent of the Andreoni pack, obviously the scent from the fae herself. However, unlike the female he had a difficult time identifying the rank of the fae, and he stil did not even know who she was as an individual. Her body was small, so he could exclude her from the rank of warrior, at least mostly. But she easily could fit as a hunter, a scout, or even with such a sassy attitude as her’s she could have been an omega. He himself had been one, and he had been an omega in the former pack that was now known as Blitzbane. And still even after two years, he held his being, he became stronger, it was because he had been an omega that made him who he was today. So who said, no one else could retain a snappy attitude as an omega. Either way, his curiosity about her rank faded, and a feeling of pride entered the brute, when the female had identified him. After long and hard work, he had become pretty well known. And from the fae’s tone, there was fear, fear of him, oh and there was also anger, but fear was what the brute had been hoping for, something he had almost been expecting. He lived and ruled his life, instilling fear in others, making himself known as a monster. Respect he always pursued second to fear. Fear was what he sought.

With water dripping off his frame, the white brute lowered his head, and casually licked his canines; the lingering taste of blood was still present, and by retaining the predatory image, he felt that the female finally deserved some reaction from him. And yet, "Hmmm...", was his only reply at the moment, he made it seem that he was thinking about what she had said. But he was only thinking himself. Ah yes, he would play with her, he would entertain her, but mostly he would be entertaining himself. "Why yes, I've heard of this Vlad. Well how can be sure that I am him? You must have heard of those within Blitzbane, most of us are the same. Why, I could easily be the beta, or possibly warrior. Who said I couldn't be a spy as well? Even if I weren't part of Blitzbane, couldn't I have been a loner who is often lies by and in the territory of Blitzbane. Either way, like you said yourself, why would an alpha be outside his own pack lands, nevertheless why would he be hunting?"

Just from his short confrontation with the female, he had seen her personality change from one to another. First he had seen anger and fear. Then he had seen her being cocky and unafraid. Then for only a short moment did he see confusion in her body language. But now, now as he was looking into the wolf's eyes, he saw fear and uncertainly. She was angry, and really he had done nothing but take a small cow down. Yes, he was confident and full of himself. But why not? His first two years of life, was filled with suffering and hatred, not being able to do what he wanted, or be what he wanted. And now when he was allowed to do whatever he wanted. Many hated him for that, for the fact that he did whatever he felt like doing. Still not that he cared in the least, and there is the fact that he did strive to fill others with fear, up to a point where it was expected, and where he demanded it.

Still it was upsetting that no one had taken the time to get to know him. It was a sad fact that no one tried to understand why he was so fierce and demanding. Why he was so cold and lacked the warmth and care other wolves held. Well it didn't matter anyhow, if anyone tried getting close to him he would push them away, and possibly cause harm to them.

After a few seconds of thoughts flying around his mind, finally Vladimir came to a conclusion. He was being ridiculous. For some idiotic reason, he kept thinking of his past, for some reason this pathetic and idiotic wolf kept bringing up thoughts, thoughts of his past, thoughts that usually avoided him, and tended to stay in the back of his mind. But no, this wolf, her words seemed to trigger emotions, memories that he rather leave behind. It wasn't even her words that made an effect on him. It was her actions, and how she felt, that she had the right to hate him. And he had yet to do anything to her to make her hate him, and that was what bothered him the worse.

Either way, his infuriated emotions failed to show on his face. The only way one would notice his true feelings was in the livid way his tail moved about behind him. "Why miss, you can just continue call me Mr. Wolf, since you have failed to introduce yourself, as is it not polite to introduce yourself before asking another for their name? His words were once again spoken in a calm way, however his words fell into a slight sneer.

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