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Xonrex, or Xon, had a fine, calm face, slightly tanned and smooth. His thick, black hair hung in bangs around his face, casting his upper face in shadow. Wire frame, round black shades sat comfortably on his thin nose, hiding his eyes, but you felt like he was watching you all the time, like he had eyes everywhere.

Xon wore a white overcoat emblazoned with golden designs to signify his purity among the darkness, in these dark times. His overcoat was covered in black buttons; they lined the flap that stuck over the zip and half way up his sleeves. His collar was high enough to reach the tip of his nose, hiding his mouth. Near his mouth, holding together his high collar of his overcoat was a large, circular emblem of gold.

Not only was his face intimidating, his sheer height and broad shoulders were enough to intimidate the bravest warrior or the most fearless knight. Xon was pure presence; being around this titan was enough to send you into fits of fidgeting and nervousness.

Xon was not all brawn, even though his stature suggested. Even though he was broad and extremely tall, his arms and legs were long and lean, serving him more height. Xon is extremely intelligent as well; he takes time to stare, contemplate and analyse everything around him, even though he may not speak it. Whenever he does speak, however, it in normally in a dead, emotionless tone. He always sounds bored or like he is thinking hard; it is rare for him to get emotional. Even though you could see and judge all this in Xon, you could never understand him.

Xon; a quiet colossus of force and intelligence. A hidden being of resistance and an icon of ambiguity.

Xon seemed a mighty fighter, but he is well known to be a peacekeeper, since no one would be stupid enough to pick a fight with him. Once someone is cast in his dark shadow, and looks up his towering figure to his emotionless, commanding face, all violence, all anger, all aggression, is quickly drained out. Xon’s silent, inevitable gaze cuts through the window of your eyes into your soul, battering down your inner defences and reducing you to unending paranoia of his shaded staring.

The only weakness of Xon was thus; children. The younger the kid, the more oblivious to his height, presence and staring the children were. If anything, gawking at the mute giant was enough to frustrate him. Every time a kid gawk and exclaims things like “Whoa, mister, you’re TALL!” or “Are you really that tall? Or are you on stilts?” or “How’s the weather up there, sir?” was enough to make Xon retreat into his overcoat collar and shades. If anything, anyone who was extremely brave or extremely stupid would say he maybe, possibly, afraid of the little buggers.

Even if someone had said this, the possibility of him actually visibly reacting to it is really slim. In fact, since his face barely moves, and he hardly ever gestures animatedly, (unless pointing at something because he can’t be bothered to speak), he sort of never moves. He’s like some sort of living, extremely daunting statue of black-spotted, golden lined, white marble.

(work-in-progress, not actually finished! XP)

Description
Xonrex, or Xon, had a fine, calm face, slightly tanned and smooth. His thick, black hair hung in bangs around his face, casting his upper face in shadow. Wire frame, round black shades sat comfortably on his thin nose, hiding his eyes, but you felt like he was watching you all the time, like he had eyes everywhere.

Xon wore a white overcoat emblazoned with golden designs to signify his purity among the darkness, in these dark times. His overcoat was covered in black buttons; they lined the flap that stuck over the zip and half way up his sleeves. His collar was high enough to reach the tip of his nose, hiding his mouth. Near his mouth, holding together his high collar of his overcoat was a large, circular emblem of gold.

Not only was his face intimidating, his sheer height and broad shoulders were enough to intimidate the bravest warrior or the most fearless knight. Xon was pure presence; being around this titan was enough to send you into fits of fidgeting and nervousness.

Xon was not all brawn, even though his stature suggested. Even though he was broad and extremely tall, his arms and legs were long and lean, serving him more height. Xon is extremely intelligent as well; he takes time to stare, contemplate and analyse everything around him, even though he may not speak it. Whenever he does speak, however, it in normally in a dead, emotionless tone. He always sounds bored or like he is thinking hard; it is rare for him to get emotional. Even though you could see and judge all this in Xon, you could never understand him.

Xon; a quiet colossus of force and intelligence. A hidden being of resistance and an icon of ambiguity.

Xon seemed a mighty fighter, but he is well known to be a peacekeeper, since no one would be stupid enough to pick a fight with him. Once someone is cast in his dark shadow, and looks up his towering figure to his emotionless, commanding face, all violence, all anger, all aggression, is quickly drained out. Xon’s silent, inevitable gaze cuts through the window of your eyes into your soul, battering down your inner defences and reducing you to unending paranoia of his shaded staring.

The only weakness of Xon was thus; children. The younger the kid, the more oblivious to his height, presence and staring the children were. If anything, gawking at the mute giant was enough to frustrate him. Every time a kid gawk and exclaims things like “Whoa, mister, you’re TALL!” or “Are you really that tall? Or are you on stilts?” or “How’s the weather up there, sir?” was enough to make Xon retreat into his overcoat collar and shades. If anything, anyone who was extremely brave or extremely stupid would say he maybe, possibly, afraid of the little buggers.

Even if someone had said this, the possibility of him actually visibly reacting to it is really slim. In fact, since his face barely moves, and he hardly ever gestures animatedly, (unless pointing at something because he can’t be bothered to speak), he sort of never moves. He’s like some sort of living, extremely daunting statue of black-spotted, golden lined, white marble.

(work-in-progress, not actually finished! XP)