Name: Xaiel
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Role: Druid
(Former Hunter)Appearance: Xaiel stands at approximately 5’7, most of her height coming from long limbs, toned with lean muscles after years of training. Her lithe form resembles that of a dancer with a delicate curve to her waist. She walks with grace, as if gliding across the ground and always is one to stand in confidence with a straight posture. A few noticeable claw marks run across from one of her shoulder blades and further into her back in a diangle pattern but she wears it with pride. Her face is a heart shape with eyes so dark brown that the iris gets lost in some areas of lighting, full rosy lips, and skin like that of a painted horse, the caramel tone that dominates most of her skin spotted with white to give her quite a unique look to gaze upon. The most noticeable variance of her appearance though is the fact that half of her waist length tresses are dark as ebony and the other half, pale platinum that seems to take on a silvery tone. Xaiel will often keep her hair flowing as is but every now and then she will split it into two separate braids or will add in multiple small braids decorated with different beads as well as feathers. She doesn’t care what kind of pelt she wears as long as the fur is soft since her skin is slightly sensitive in certain areas since the patterned spots appeared on her skin which is why she tends to lean to those of rabbits or the larger cats of the forest. It is also because of her skin sensitivity that she will wear body paint of different colors now and then as that seems to help against the sun.
https://i.pinimg.com/236x/dd/a4/aa/dda4aab9a459d871ab8411a810dac45d.jpg?b=tPersonality Traits: Xaiel is the kind of woman that always seems to be there when someone needs a person to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on. She is very loyal and protective of her friends and those she views as her makeshift family. She is soft-spoken and caring to those around her which would make most think she is not cut out to be a fighter but that image of her will change rather quickly if someone gets on her bad side. She is known for having a sharp tongue and will cut you down to size flawlessly with her words if it is deserved. She won’t mind taking physical action if it comes to that but she has tried to get control of her fiery temper.
She can seem shy or nervous with crowds sometimes but this is mostly due to the new position within the tribe. She hates failure and is determined to prove herself in her new assignment just like in her old one. She obviously has insecurities but she knows that sometimes you have to keep moving forward to rise above those problems. Those that know her on a personal level then find that she is fearless and is willingly spontaneous on the fly. She is happy to give her input freely and always open to change, rolling with the punches of life.
Special Skills: She is incredibly flexible and agile, with fast reflexes. What she lacks in brute force, she makes up for with cunning tactics and quick thinking. She used to be particularly good at setting traps or even being the bait to lead the creature into one. She was also pretty skilled at fishing, having enough patience and practice to get multiples with ease. The sudden change in her life and adjustment to her new role, has proven that she is actually a successful healer of the physical form instead of the emotional. She can give advice but it doesn’t come as easily and naturally.
History: She was born in the time of year where the leaves are alight with dazzling color, under a moonless starry night. Unfortunately, the blessed evening was drowned in sorrow as her mother’s spirit passed on while trying to deliver her twin brother, the first birth having been too much of a struggle for the first time mother, her body not being able to handle it. During the three nights following their birth, only the Druids were present, the twins father having made a fatal mistake of wandering too far from the hunting group and was slayed in his prime before he even had a chance to know that he would be a father. The Druids watched as her brother’s mark faded after the first night and the boy becoming more fragile as time passed, whereas Xaiel continued to stay strong. It was decided on the third night that she would be presented to the entire tribe and given a name while her brother would remain behind.
The days passed, the Druids ever hopeful but it was not enough and on the seventh day, her brother had joined the rest of her family. Orphaned, Xaiel was instantly placed in the Firetenders hands instead of bonding with her parents or family members as one usually did. This did not last long however as a couple came forward, having only lost their own daughter a few weeks before and deciding to take her in as their own. They bonded with her and made sure to tell her about the two people that had brought her into this world so she would know where she came from. Under the Firetenders and her adoptive famiy’s care, she flourished. She took the knowledge she was given, soaking it up like a sponge. She tried not to cause them too much trouble though she found herself to be a bit stubborn everyone once and awhile. The years passed and when it came time for her to pick an apprenticeship, she had gone for being a hunter like her birth father before her, much to the worry of her adoptive parents.
She had debated on many of the roles leading up to her 13th year of birth, from being a Shaper like her father, building homes or finding something to craft but she had never felt very creative as he was. Jahal could just look at an empty spot and envision what to create or build exactly what someone needed before they realized it was necessary. Tinkering came naturally to him and she couldn’t see herself succeeding. It was then that she thought like being like her mother, Maati, exploring the land and assisting the tribe with all the goods they managed to scavenge on their trips or updating the maps of the area as times changed. It had been far more tempting than being a Shaper but it still had not called to her as strongly. Xaiel has the greatest urge to protect and while the other jobs do the same thing in a different manner, she wanted to be with the hunters. Fighting to keep everyone else protected and fed or defending those weaker than herself even if it meant brute force. The thought of building traps, coming up with solutions like a puzzle was thrilling. It was all she ever thought of doing.
The years passed and she proved herself to be quite skilled, easily joining into the fold with the other hunters in the group. Endless days of learning to track, trap, provide , and protect awaited her and she loved every second. Everything felt perfect and for a time, it was. It was when she reached the age 15, that she earned the worst wound that had ever been inflicted on her by an animal. Xaiel took an attack from a Saber-Tooth, protecting one of her fellow hunters from a sudden attack. The creature's claws would have slashed at his throat from where he stood frozen in terror so instead, she had quickly shoved him back and curled protectively into herself, as well as around him. She knew she wouldn’t have enough time to attack or run so she did what was best to save another. It had been searing pain and if it wasn’t for the adults jumping in quickly to attack and defend, it probably would have been her death.
Xaiel had fought through the pain, running on pure adrenaline and assisting her group to the very end even though they had told her to stay back due to the injury. She had been stubborn and angry, not wanting to give up or retreat like a coward. She had been the one to make the final landing blow before passing out. It had been a long time before she had been healed enough to be without the Druids care or constant hovering and even longer before she was able to get back into the hunt. Those had to be the worst days of her young life. The only thing that has made it a little better, was the creature's pelt that had been gifted to her and to this day is one of her favorites. Things settled down for her after that time, no problems arising until a year later. It hadn’t even registered to her at first, just some simple pale spots on her hands and a bit on her feet. She passed it off as nothing, skin changes all the time and new marks appear so nothing to worry about. It grew into a much greater issue the more it spread, spots of her hair slowly changing color and what was just a bit on her hands and feet were now noticed on her arms, legs and face.
It was when these larger changes started happening that she was sat down to explain the change in her role. It was rare to be chosen not as a Druid later in life but it was hard to deny their choice. Only a few were granted this honor and she wasn’t one to turn down something so important. It was certainly a large change and one that felt out of place for her. She faltered a lot in the beginning, leaning on others for support as she pushed to learn and be better. She found herself missing her old role but at the same time, there were things she really enjoyed doing with her new role. Xaiel liked healing people, supporting them and listening to them while trying to provide advice. Slowly, things didn’t feel so strange and her life moved on. It felt like this was actually the place she belonged to.
Relationships:
Parents =
Xaria +
Cahiel(
Adoptive Parents) = Maati + Jahal
| Open to more relationships |
Other:
Loves the rain and snow. She can often be seen dancing or playing in it
| Will add more as I think of it |
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