Xrailax

[Xrailax]

X stands at seven foot two. His face is drawn, hard, yet has a soft touch to it. His fel eyes usually glow green, with an inner strength and a hidden rage that few people ever see. However when he feels the need to scan an area they shift to a dark red. His hair is long, down to mid back, and a dark purple.

Carrying a business like air. When the helm is off, it is a very deep base rumble, pulling from his diaphragm instead of the throat. (Voice claim think: Smaug from LOTR.)

He wears a lot of mageroyal. However those with a keen sense of smell would pick up the metallic scent of blood and fel. Even those who are not outwardly aware of the scent, it would cause a distinct unease as the smell would play on the persons sense on a primal level.

Upon the left side of the back of his neck is a slightly faded scar in the shape of the letter K.

If one is able to get him to remove his armor, they will see three distinct brandings upon his chest. One above his heart in the shape of a joined double C. One on his right arm of another adjoined C, the the final on his left shoulder blade, all markings of his devotion to the Cheshire Cats. There are also three old, yet still very dark scars running up and down the sides of his stomach and across to join them.

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Motto/s: *Grunts*

Guild approved special abilities: Typical demon hunter abilities. (work in progress, no longer a death knight)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Nature: Autist
Demeanor: Curmudgeon