Kissed by the sun, the Miqo'te's complexion is a heavy bronze - peppered with freckles across cheeks, nose, and high on the tops of the shoulders. Crafted in the poise of a brawler, he carries a lean amount of muscle balanced between speed and strength. True to his Lynx kind, X'kriss' tail is exceptionally and comically shorter than any other tribe. Rich golden hair rivals the color of gil itself, cut short at the sides and spun forward in a lazy tussle. Propped high are a set of Caracal ears, their long black tufts reaching for the skies to catch the signs of wind change.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, as some say. The Tia's are sharp, wild and hold a ghoulish green tint to them; perhaps a gift from his late mother. And from his father, scars carved across one side of the mouth and face to remind the boy of his place in the world.
Living in the desert doesn't give you much of a broad fashion-sense. Usually, X'kriss sticks what was is most comfortable. Darker hues of clothing, some loose fitting while others might be clingier depending on the functionality. Earthy tones mixed with greens, now that he's becoming more accustomed to civilian life -occasionally a dab of jewelry can be seen. At times, the Tia can be caught barefoot even in the most heated weather.
A little on the rough side, still young sounding with a scrap of alto-tenor if you ever catch him humming or singing. (*in progress, seeking a voice claim)
Honest, emotional, energetic, and loud, the blonde might seem like a nuisance to some who aren't accustomed to the ways of the Tia lifestyle. He can be a bit overwhelming at times, but X'kriss is of good nature and generally balances seeing the good and bad within strangers. It takes a bit for the man to open up to anyone on a personal level and trust is only earned through time and action. Open-minded, this may cause some conflict between the more traditional Miqo'te that demand respect or a certain viewpoint on how the world works. X'kriss has never been one to conform quietly and has bouts of stubborn, hard-headed, and aggressive tendencies.
While he'd enjoys being diplomatic, there's a violent streak that more often than not comes to life on impulse.
- ♦ good food
- ♦ traveling
- ♦ honest people
- ♦ music
- ♦ sparring
- ♦ treasure hunting
- ♦ early mornings
- ♦ attention-seekers / try-hards
- ♦ cold weather
- ♦ snobby-know-it-alls
- ♦ liars / thieves
- ♦ Alignment: chaotic neutral
- ♦ Faults: tactless, hot-headed, not educated in worldly customs
- ♦ Favorite Flavors: savory, citrus
- ♦ Favorite Color: green
tldr; Exile son of a dead priestess of a Lynx tribe branch. His father murdered both X'kriss' mother and the former Nunh out of jealousy and contempt. Complicated and mangled connections, this Tia seeks retribution for the death of his mother. But only time will tell when he'll be able to get that chance.
Kriss was born of the priestess X'neeva and a Tia by the name of X'rhenzek. From day one, Kriss' duties and rank in clan were displaced. As he was not the child of the current Nunh (X'sho), the rest of the Miqo'te in the tribe frowned upon the very existence of the boy. However, being that his mother was the head-priestess and healer of their families - while not quite forgiving the broken rulings of their culture, they tolerated it. Their totem's deity, Azeyma, smiles down upon all of her children - marking X'kriss with a set of glowing, near ethereal eyes. Rumors and whispering between the eldest of the Caracal spell that he was blessed, while others speak of an omen for a Tia born under the spell of the moon.
Many expectations were pushed upon the young Seeker, his familial ties were ones born in blood and not love. The only respite between the unfair treatment had been the few far and between ventures to a neighboring Raptor tribe where he gained his first friend, R'elira.
During his youth, Kriss went out on various hunting parties with the other Tia of his branch, gaining experience for fighting, surviving and travel. This was necessary to keep him from falling to the laboring caste of his tribe. For the desert cats, those who are strongest claim the right to breed with the females and lead them down a new path. X'rhenzek was an exception; wily and clever, he used subterfuge tactics in order to reach his goal. Tradition was not something he kept in mind as jealousy fueled his motive and he took the head of X'sho along with X'neeva(Kriss' mother) as they planned to couple that evening. The priestess had favored their Nunh over the Tia; a glaring and fatal mistake in the eyes of a possessive Tia.
In that same evening, he tragically culled and purged all of the children that belonged to X'sho. During this time, several of the tribe's Tia, including Kriss, were out on a hunting party to essentially spread and patrol the territory. He came home to mourn dead kin, while his tyrant of a father took command over the dune cats. The only reason X'rhenzek spared his son was due to their shared bloodline; unable to destroy something of himself.
The passing cycle after, the Tia learns a lone sister managed to evade the purge of the Nunh's volatile temper. Word of her being a 'shadow priestess', cursed with the twisted specter blood of their shared mother, has branded her as a crazed outcast. X'rhenzek spared her as a show of faith to his people, a farce of a mercy message, that he is not the monster his son knows him to be. X'kriss has gone to hunt her down in hopes of finding some kinship between them, and for other personal reasons - be it to escape his X'rhenzek, or to bide time to return.
X'kriss located his sister, though any hopes of them harnessing a familial bond has been tarnished in the wind with the woman's all-consuming madness and witchcraft. He buries her memory in the dunes of the Sagolii from whence they came and now attempts to find his footing in the desert city of Ul'dah and beyond.