Bio

First Name: Xander
Middle Name:
Last Name: Zylera

Race: Zylerian Dhamphir ( Vampire and Daemon)
Gender: Male
Height: 7'5
Weight: 205 Lean Muscular
Age: 302

Appearance: Xander is Lean and Muscular, his body trained by hundreds of years of instinct, wars, and his personal aspects and veiws in bodily mastery and martial arts. White hair is kept long, but usually kept in leather thong in a pony tail. Tan skin belies his Vampiric half. Able to withstand the suns touch, and planeswalking has infused him with energies.

Distinguishing marks: Multiple Tattoos mark his almost flawless skin. He holds a bold scar on his back, where his wound healed but not so like normal wounds.

Abilities Innate and Magical: Regeneration
Able to Not breath, and exposure to extreme Elements.
Telepathic, Telekinetic, and Elemental control
Able to shift forms: Bat, Wolf, Zylerian Daemon, Any race or individual seen.
Planeswalk
Varied Magic
Enhanced Senses, strength, dex, healing, disease resistance,speed
Zylerian Daemon spirits ( Emboddied as Tattoos)

Clothing: Many different Kinds, all hue of blue, and some armored. Main one unchanging, is his Trench. Layered leather and metal, multipocketed and compartments.

Weapons: Multiple types, including: Daggers, Knives, swords, Kunai and wires, paper bombs, needles, and crossbow.

Armor: Plates of Steel or mithral embedded in clothing.

Background: Xander is a Dhamphir, His father a Vampire Elder of the Banshir Nation and his mom an Elemental Carthian Daemon. Married to eachother to ally old blood feuds. Xander learned to fight from his father and brothers and the family Weaponmaster. Growing up he learned Battle Tactics and also the political manuvering of his dual blood. But he was restless and wanderlust filled him to see the Planes, in his travels he learned about other races and beings, writting them in his personal book and drawing them. A scholar at heart this all changed when his freind for ages betrayed him in a fit of jealous rage killing the woman they both befreinded and loved, and tried to kill Xander. Xanders memory of the night is very fragmented and makes him think he killed her and his friend. For this he has taken to being alone and not letting others in, for fear of a repeat. He has learned many mystic arts, martial arts, and veiws of philosophy to try to control the monster he thinks he has become. He lets none close and avoids them, preferring the Mercenary and lone wolf ways he has adopted since then. He will not kill women and children, though women whom attack are subdued. Betrayal is all he knows, and it has left him changed.