high noon.

molded from clay, sculpted with an iron hand. xasan was built as much as he was born. he has lived in the shadow of underestimation, now turning it into his weapon to wield. laid brick by brick, xasan is a bulwark in small sheathe, a trojan horse of brute strength, cunning guile, and affable charisma.

rules.

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one.

bigotry gets you blocked. i'm not arguing with you.

two.

don't hound me about roleplaying. this is a hobby for me, don't ruin it by attempting to demand things out of me. long term RP will only occur with those who are 21+.

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three.

ooc, i am very shy. friendship will spawn naturally, do not try to force it. i will more than likely back off if this is the case.

four.

xasan is a flirty character with a sexual history but that Does Not Mean he is open for ERP with strangers. don't ask, it'll happen if it's meant to.

  MYSELF    all gposes.

  LeoLights     reshade presets.

about.

LAYER : one.

  name.    xasan rinatus.
  age.    30.
  birthday / nameday     1st sun of sixth astral moon \ nov 1st.
  astrological sign / guarding deity.     scorpio.
  gender.     male (trans).
  pronouns.     he / him.
  sexuality.     biseuxal.
  height.     6'11".
  weight.     180.
  hair color.     black.
  eye color.     jade green.
  skin tone.     tan.
  notable features.     mastectomy scars, various wounds and burns, horn piercings, etc.
  job occupation.    PGL/MNK.
  place of origin | home | affiliation.    azim steppe | ul'dah

layer : two.

  family.     one of many from the kagon tribe - adopted another name later in life. many siblings, by nature of clans.
  marital status.     perpetual bachelor.
  d&d alignment.     true neutral.
  mbti.     ESFP.
  likes.     alcohol, flirting, fraternizing, fighting, winning.
  dislikes.     the self-aggrandizing, the incompetent, the cruel.
  virtues.     perseverance, leadership, fairness.
  flaws.     arrogance, dishonesty, assertive.

  personality.     xasan is hard to ignore. he is loud, overly familiar, social to the point of annoyance, and prone to wagers. the likelihood of leaving a room without learning his name is a slim one.yet within all of his smug nature is an unbridled, stalwart   confidence   apparent in his gait, his attitude, his speech. he does not believe himself infallible - he's self assured, assertive. he knows himself well enough to trust in his own skill and ability - even when up against one who appears stronger, smarter, more adept.but as any person, he is not just arrogance or confidence. xasan is ultimately kind, with an uncanny amount of empathy and tact for someone of his archetype. any ribbing will disappear if a laugh isn't quite honest, if a smile fades quicker than someone can hold onto it. he won't abandon someone in their time of need, no matter what.  for those who can see deeper.  
xasan hides well. no smile feels fake, no laugh too polite. he is just human enough to ensure no one looks too deep into the foundation he has built. he is a rock that has learned to avoid the water, for fear of erosion.

LAYER : one.

  COMBAT STATS.  
—    ASPECT OF AETHER.     terribly sparse for a living being. unable to be channeled properly if at all, like the sputtering engine of a broken car.
—    PHYSICAL STRENGTH.     10/10.
—    MAGICAL PROWESS.     0/10
—    INTELLIGENCE.     6/10
—    DEXTERITY.     6/10
—    TENACITY.     8/10
—    STEALTH.     4/10

  PROFICIENCIES.  
—    ARTISANSHIP.     blacksmithing, amateur carpentry.
—    SPEECH.     adept at persuasion, intimidation, and deception.
—    MEDICINE.     basic first aid.
—    BARTERING.     adept at haggling and fencing.
—    THIEVERY AND PICKPOCKETING.     experienced lockpicker.

layer : two.

cereleum dynamite. beneath his gauntlets, there is a small pocket of exploding ball bearings that release into the opponent upon impact, engulfing them in cereleum flame.smokescreen. watch carefully if xasan is equipped with a bandolier. across several pouches are small bombs, easily lit or impacted to create a cloud of smoke.fury of the small. xasan will use his size to his advantage. the runt of the litter, he is easily underestimated, easily assessed as flighty and deft instead of hard hitting and stalwart. the discerning eye will understand he is both.

xasan, like most xaela, was born in the azim steppe to the kagon tribe, vowing to never step in the light of the sun from birth until death.he lived a relatively boring life, though not one without strife. he was the runt, struggling with muscle atrophy and fading aether as early as his eighth summer. then came the thirteenth, and his very body became alien to him. 'oh, you might've been a man in your past' - but xasan felt like a man now, even if his body disagreed.luckily for him, there were no shortage of herbwomen and heavy labor to build himself up from scratch. he apprenticed under a blacksmith once he had reached his fifteenth summer, experimenting with different herbs and applications to accommodate his frail constitution. his muscles swelled quicker than they could atrophy, and a lack of aether never stopped him from entering the nadaam.in early adulthood, he found a concoction that aligned his body with his soul, a dark smattering of facial hair where scales never grew in, and a bulk he never had in his childhood, compared to his brothers. this too, is when he learned to fight to win.though the polearm was where his training started, the disconnect between hand and implement proved itself to be outside of xasan's aptitude. in a bout of listlessness, he would get drunk on spiked dzo milk, and brawl with anyone who dared look. with each punch to his stomach, he learned a parry, and with each connecting blow came a revelation.the apex was an off-seasonal nadaam, where the sun had not come out and the moon had been hidden amongst the clouds. the rain had provided the ideal conditions for a modification to the annual contest - xaelic mud wrestling. a head shorter than every xaelic man there, body mass halved, xasan managed to remain the last man standing upon the hill.and as he heard tales of other pits, other rings, other ways to prove mettle, xasan sought them out. even with the confidence of a man who wins - he doesn't stop chasing the high.

—   one.

deceptively stoic. xasan is loud, brash, overfamiliar, competitive, and goading. it is the real him you're getting, but never the sincerest version.

—   three.

working hands. for all his braggadocios gloating, xasan has the background of a humble, hearty blacksmith. his hands are as calloused on his palms as his knuckles are bruised, and much of the gear he wears is by his own hand.

—   five.

not a thief, he swears. xasan may not be on par with the allagans or alexandria, but he's more kitted than most pugilists you'll encounter. he has to make up for his impotent aether somehow.

—   two.

a true, true neutral. xasan does not believe in chaos, nor does he believe in order, for he doesn't believe in systems. they will work for you, or they will work against you - he will follow the law if it benefits him, break it when it does not.

—   four.

dead eyed. it's not often that xasan's eyes are without a friendly sparkle. if you find yourself looking into the pitch of deep brown, you are not like to remember the encounter.

—   six.

a little vain. his appearance at large, but especially so his hair, exists in either a rigid chaos, or pure rigidity. artfully tousled and wavy, in a way that could be mistaken for bedhead but took him an hour - or gelled down to his scalp, unmoving even under great duress.

verses.

—   one.

ffxiv.

  VERSE NAME — MAIN.    the rough and tumble pugilist."once heard the bloody idiot punched a sultan in the face. how he didn't get executed, i'll never know, but he certainly ain't allowed back in monetarist territory."

—   three.

medieval.

  VERSE NAME — ALTERNATE.    a brawling blacksmith."shockingly learned, for a smithy. he knows latin for some godforsaken reason, and i know he and the good lord ain't on latin-speaking terms, if y'catch my meanin'. damn good horseshoes though."

—   two.

d&d.

  VERSE NAME — MAIN.    boozing mercenary."the merc? aye - i've heard of him. i'm alright to keep my distance - heard he's ruthless, and costs an arm and a leg."

—   four.

TBA.

  VERSE NAME — MAIN.    TBA."TBA."

relations.

  blog url / chara name.     url / toratora.
  main or exclusive.     main.
  relationship.     sibling.
  summary.     "haven't seen the guy since we were teens, but i remember bein' a bit head in the clouds. not a bad or good thing - just was."

  blog url / chara name.     url / kuon.
  main or exclusive.     main.
  relationship.     sibling.
  summary.     "think i was tryin' to fill bigger shoes than i could at the time. i weren't fit to be his brother in the way he needed."

  blog url / chara name.     masahide.
  main or exclusive.     main.
  relationship.     associate.
  summary.     "hard son'uva with a damn good heart. it's a mystery how someone like him works so well in the world of backstabbin' and lyin'."