Xigo

Information

Player: Xigo

Character Full Name: Xigo

Character In-Game Name: Xigo

Nicknames: Xigo

Association: The Exodar. Vindicators. The Alliance.

Race: Draenei

Age: 10,583 years old

Sex: Male

Eyes: Shining Blue

Weight: 467 lbs

Height: 8'3

Appearance

Xigo is almost never found without armor. Even at more formal meeting, he will wear armor. A number of scars mar the man's body.

Personality

Alignment: Lawful Good

Xigo is a strong believer in the light. In fact, when it comes to his religion, he is zealous and dedicated. While he does tolerate other beliefs, he is convinced that worship of the Light is better than any other form of worship. It is because of this that he spends much of his free time praying.

He is very protective of friends and family. With him nearby, one can be reassured that Xigo would rather sacrifice himself than allow harm to come to those he likes. A sore weakness of him is his fierce love for his people. He will never bring harm to his kin, and believes that redemption is always possible for a Draenei. To his enemies, he brings nothing but death.

History

"War. It's a terrible thing, is it not? It seperates families. Kills your friends. Forces you to flee for your life. That's what I remember. Every waking moment of my life has been filled with war. War. Always war.

My mother and father were both priests of the light. And my eldest brother, who had five-thousand years on me, was a Vindicator. It was only natural that I follow in his footsteps. So. I trained under him for much of my youth. He taught me of justice. Of the Light. How to wield my blade so that I might defend those I love and care for.

I remember the small adventures I would get into with my family. When I was still a young child, my best friend was without a doubt my cousin, Ranjit. The things we did together...well...I have no intention of forgetting them. And the always awkward moments with my sister are something I wish I could forget, but cannot. That woman has the strangest way of stumbling into danger.

Fleeing from the Legion. It's simple to describe what I felt. Fear. Constant fear that one day they might take me and everything I know away. I was told to never be afraid as long as my kin were around. And yet...I was. I feared they would come out of the walls. That they would drag me away to never be seen again. The darkness was my constant bane. I was terrified of it. I stayed in the light. I could barely even stand to look under my bed for fear of what lay beneath it.

It was on Draenor though, that I learned to face the darkness. To hold it back. When the Orcs poured into our cities, I will admit, I was terrified. I could barely hold my blade. I bore witness to them slaughtering our people. Men died defending those they loved. Women were cut down as they tried to protect the children in vain, as even the young were slain. Those that died were the lucky. For the living...well...some of them were sacrificed to demon. Others were forced to bear the tainted children of the Orcs. It was terrifying to watch. I was an absolute coward that day. That was...until my brother came.

He rose above the Orcs, slaying them left and right. The Light shined about him, shielding him from their blows as he brought down holy vengence upon the heathens that dare attacked him. One after one, they fell upon the sharpened edge of his blade. Inspired, I rushed to join him. And when I stood by his side...I was terrified to see the gashes and arrows that adorned his body. Yet he fought on, and assured me that as long as he lived, no harm would come to me. We both fought together that day, as our people struggled to evacuate our fair city.

Alongside my brother and kin, we continued fighting to defend our people. We fought we received the command to assemble in the Exodar. It was there that we were told of the plan to leave Draenor. And it was there that my brother volunteered to stay behind as part of the forces whom would convince the Orcs that we were indeed all dead. Before he left to his death though, he told me that the brave never die. But a coward dies a thousand deaths. And it was upon those words that he handed me his blade. My brother then walked off into the distance, for me to never see again.

When we landed on Azeroth...I think that's when something changed in me. Looking down upon my brother's blade as I stood upon the shores of Azuremyst, I thought of what I was. A coward. A man who was not worthy of the heroes that gave their lives for him. It was there that I decided I would make myself something my brother would be proud of. I would be a defender of our people, no matter the danger to myself. I would give my life to protect the weak. The innocent would know peace as long as I was nearby. And the wicked would find me descending upon them like a merciless thunderstorm. The Light would be my shield as it was my brother's. And I would be a Vindicator in his footsteps.

Now then. I'm afraid I'm going to have to depart. Forgive me, but...there is something I must do."

"Very well, Xigo. You are excused."