Post by Aikaph on Jun 1, 2010 12:54:38 GMT -8
Name: Xo’li(Xochipolli)
Age: Twenty-one years (born in Winter) <+1 since creation>
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Rank: Blue Rider, Itnala Day Watch
Location: The Eyrie
Personality:
Xo’li is what none would call “quiet and mysterious.” He’s a can of fun, and always is willing to brighten somebody’s day if need be. In fact, he’d probably bend himself into a pretzel for the person if they were having a really bad day. If there seems to be a little storm cloud over a person’s head, he will waltz right up to them and worm his way into their business to find out why they’re so gloom. He’s almost like a big brother or a father in that sense. Being a very nurturing man, he would never let somebody leave his presence without at least a smile on their face.
However, just like there are two sides to every coin, there’s a quieter, serious side of him. Not that he wasn’t quiet or serious before, just that he is more so when it comes to art. Yes, you heard right: art. He’s quite the artist in ways, always trying to find something to sketch or sculpt. He still has yet to master the art of story-telling, but Shadoph is helping him. Many pictures of Shadoph and other Simourvs scatter the walls of his eyling. In addition to those, there are rough sketches of koxi. Because of the fact that they are always lashing out at whatever comes near them, thirsting for their blood, Xo’li has never gotten a good enough of a look of the treacherous monsters to draw them from memory. Therefore, many of them remain unfinished.
His affections lie nowhere. He doesn’t care who you are, or who you shoot for, he will give you the same preference as he does to the rest of the people he knows: kind and thoughtful curiosity. Only if he has spent a lot of time with a person would he start to get attached emotionally, and then he would be overly nice around said person. If he wasn’t brushed off by the time it got to this, the young man would become protective of them. However, to the surprise of some, not much to others, he was a virgin until Liliph flew.
Appearance:
Xo’li is a fairly tall young man, standing at six feet tall and weighing in at 178 pounds. His skin is fairly tan, but still quite pale in comparison to other Simourv Riders. He has tightly wound muscles wrapping around his bones, but with enough consistency to show that they are there. Barely an ounce of fat is located on his body; near all of his weight is in bone and muscle. His arms are dotted with scars from training Shadoph, and he has a scar from a burn in his childhood located on his left wrist. He has barely any freckles adorning his face or body.
His hair is a dark brown color, and falls in waves to the nape of his neck. The ends of his hair curl into little circles in places, which keep them out of his line of sight. His chin is angular, giving him a slightly intimidating look. However, that intimidation is canceled out by his dark chocolaty eyes, which always have a humorous sparkle in them. His eyebrows are fairly arched above the eyes, and lead to a slender nose. Xo’li’s lips are thin and long, and almost always curved into a friendly smirk.
Family:
Mother - Unknown
Father - Leonardo (healer)
Tutor/"Name-giver" - Antonio (painter)
Pets:
Name: Ivory
Age: One year
Gender: Female
Simourv Name: Shadoph
Simourv Color: Blue (adccdb)
Simourv Age: Three years
Personality:
Shadoph is a very typical Blue when it comes to behavior: quiet, calm, collected, and clear-thinking. However, what sets him apart is the fact that he’s terribly sarcastic. If he finds something quite obvious and another does not and asks him to clarify, they should expect some dry and sarcastic reply in a deadpan voice. However, that doesn’t mean he can be sweet. It’s just that being sarcastic is his natural response to most everything. It can sometimes be quite hilarious, but most of the time it’s just plain annoying.
Underneath the habitual sarcasm is a deep adoration of art. It was because of this that he was drawn to Xo’li three years ago. Xo’li made art, Shadoph critiqued it. It always went like this, whether or not the art that was being created was sculpted with the mind or the hand. The blue can be quite the encouragement, if you dig deep enough and endure his sarcastic humor. However, the less he knows you, the more snarky comments you will receive.
If you peel away all of the many layers of Shadoph’s being, you will find a severe hatred towards the koxi. Of course, this is just natural, since his race was born natural enemies of the lizards, but that isn’t the point. This form of hatred is the hatred of “oh my gosh, why won’t it hold still so Mine can get a freaking good LOOK at it?!?” In his attempts to keep one down, he usually ends up calling for help to kill the thing or takes care of it himself, the age-old hatred finally ruling.
Appearance:
Shadoph is quite an average Blue, being about 49 feet from nose to rump, and 24 feet at the shoulder. He is usually found during a battle against koxi helping another Simourv smaller than he, ganging up on the ruthless beast. Rarely does he try to take on one on his own. His stamina is wondrous, however, and can easily keep a raging koxi at bay if need be. His shoulders are a tad narrow.
The majority of Shadoph’s lean body is a pale blue color, much like that of a pigeon. This pale color stops at his haunches, where his tail extends out to be a bluish gray. This is quickly spattered with a brighter light blue, with the tuft of the tail being that light blue color with a vibrant blue on the tips of the feathers. His wings have the bluish gray around the edges and tips of some feathers. Vibrant blue appears shortly after the gray rim, and the last few flight feathers are the light blue. His horns and talons are a deep gray, and his beak, legs, and ears are a ruddy brownish gray that looks almost like a dull mossy green from afar. He has black streaks running from his eyes, which are a slate gray.
Parentage:
Wild Gray x Wild Black
History:
Leonardo was born into a family of simple fishermen, and didn’t really understand the concept of keeping quiet. A very curious fellow, he would always tug at somebody’s sleeve and ask “What’s this?” and “How does that work?” Eventually, he learned to keep quiet, but only after his family moved to Itnala and being struck by the xymokoxi. Both his parents were killed when he was only seven. Severely distraught by the orphaned child’s condition, two healers took him in and raised him as if he was their own. The boy caught on quickly to his new family’s craft, and quickly was apprenticed by his adopted father.
It was only after years and years of training did Leonardo finally become an official healer for Itnala, and was often seen tending to the poor people in the streets of his home, particularly children. It wasn’t long until somebody left a small child on his doorstep for him to care for on the thirty-seventh year. He knew the life of an orphaned boy all too well and quickly took the baby in, out of the harsh winter winds from offshore. It is here that Xo’li’s life began.
The child was left unnamed for a couple years. The reason wasn’t the fact that Leonardo was a bad parent, it was more of that the child didn’t respond to any names. It was when he was seven (the same age that his father was orphaned) that he chose a name. Leonardo had brought his son to a friend’s house so he could find something to do, since the child didn’t seem interested in learning how to become a healer. If anything, he seemed much happier scribbling on loose papers that he could get his small hands on. He hoped that his friend, who happened to be a painter, would help hone the outlet. “Well, what is that, Antonio?” were the first words out of the man’s mouth as he entered Antonio’s study. Sitting on a canvas was a freshly painted lizard with rusty scales, fearsome teeth, and a lashing tail, almost like a koxi. However, this one had fins on its powerful legs, and the tail was rimmed with a large tailfin. “It’s an aquatic koxi, of couse! I’m planning on calling it Xochipolli, but I have my -” he was cheerily explaining when the child suddenly looked up from his scribble-drawing at the name of the painting. “Yes?” the boy asked. He had chosen his name.
Xochipolli’s work was steadily increasing in quality as the years flew by, sketching still life or his father while he was working, and was often found at Antonio’s study learning how to paint. He completed his first masterpiece when he was fifteen, a painting of Leonardo with a feminine shadow holding his hand. He one day hoped to find out who his mother was.
Three years passed, and a hunting expedition through the mountains called the attention of Xochi. At seventeen, he was ambitious and more than willing to sign up. In fact, both Leonardo and Antonio encouraged him to join so that he could learn more than just art. He was signed up within a few days of the expedition coming to Itnala. As a parting gift, Antonio gave the departing Xochi his very own sketchpad for his work. With a final goodbye to the two, he joined the many young adults into the wilderness.
Xochi lagged behind the rest of the group during the journey, stopping every once in a while to get a good look at a particular flower before moving on, and sketching that very flower when they settled down for camp. This occurred many times, but the flowers soon turned into eggs and Simourv sketches; they had reached a cave with a fading Gray and her large clutch of twenty-four eggs. When they set up a camp and stationed themselves at eggs, Xochipolli chose an egg that had a very intricate pattern of maroon stripes and grey swirls on a forest-green background. Whenever he wasn’t turning the egg, he was filling his sketchpad with images of the clutch and the mother.
Then the day of the Hatching cam! Xochi watched his green-maroon-gray egg with pride and joy, as if he was the actual father of the egg. It wriggled to and fro, and nearly tipped over a few times, but never quite began to break open. Then, right in the middle of the Hatching, it tipped all the way over, spilling out a pale blue Simourv. He looked about with his grey eyes, scanning each of them. The hatchling then sniffed and turned to mess with his shell, almost as if he was trying to put it back together. Of course, that wasn’t possible, so he turned tail on his egg and walked with purpose towards His. His was quite talented in art; maybe he could fix his egg? He nudged Xochi’s hand and gave off a happy croon.
Xochi was stunned. He knelt down to be eye level with the Simourv and stared deep into the dark gray eyes. ”Did… did you choose me?” he managed to stammer out, hardly believing it. The Simourv chirped happily, but his mindvoice was actually quite bland and shocked the boy even more than the fact he chose him. No, Xo’li. Shadoph chose the BUSH. That remark caused Xo’li to laugh heartily and wrap his arms around his bonded’s neck.
The two worked long and hard at learning all that there was to learn about riding and flying and battling against the Koxi. Eventually, three years had passed, and the first Simourv Riders of Pohono were touching down in the newly-founded Eyrie. They were all appointed squads, and Xo’li was ecstatic that he was to be the Itnala Day Watch. Unfortunately, before the two began their first Watch, Shadoph showed his true colors for the first time. MINE! I have to chase her! I have to! Let me! Shadoph was insistent on chasing the emerald beauty Liliph, and Xo’li didn’t get to say anything before his Blue took to the skies after her. Driven by the lust, Xo’li couldn’t do anything but find Fe’ra’s eyling. Eventually, Shadoph caught the green, and Xo’li couldn’t control himself, and deflowered the both of them. It was when he awakened with the girl in his arms did he decide that he didn’t care who a person was or what they were; they would all be treated fairly in the game of love.
Today, Xo’li can be seen perched on Shadoph’s back upon one of Itnala’s Watch towers, sunlight glinting off the Simourv’s feathers and giving Xo’li light to draw the landscape he saw before him or yet another sketch of his other half, happy to be where he is.
