#xaallo (prince);

[xaallo]

Xaallo commission from Kaikree! Really like how that hoof came out. Also they gave him pawbs

[xaallo]

@apexulansis

It hadn't looked like any star he'd ever see. And Xaallo had looked up in the sky plenty of times. He had familiarized himself with this planet and it's constellations....Leo, Virgo, Pisces. The whole lot.

And that star, bright and growing larger with the hours, definitely didn't belong.

Of course, it wasn't a star. Xaallo had deduced that pretty quickly. More like...space-junk. Something caught in earth's orbit rocketing towards the surface as earth-shattering speed. Most kessler junk just ended up burning up in the atmosphere. This thing maintained size, even as it gained speed.

Thus Xaallo's second, worried theory: that was a ship.

He couldn't identify it with his LTL suit or his own craft's analytics. The damage, then, must've been expensive. A sense of responsibility drove him to track it on the hoof and he watched as it crashed into the tree-line, leaving a hot trail of fiery ruin and timber-death in it's superheated wake.

No one emerged. So, after a while, Xaallo entered and the worst of his suspicions were confirmed. The two lifeforms that had been on board were dead; mangled and twisted, their fur burn black, the terror of their final moments frozen on their faces.

" Hm." Xaallo grunted. Poor sods. He sniffed at them both, prodding the bodies, the stiffness of death heavy in muscles. Definitely beyond help. Nothing to do but dispose of the ship, then. But, as he turned, he heard a noise. High pitched, distressed, muffled. Xaallo turned sharply, thinking perhaps his investigation hadn't been thorough enough, but the two figures remained lifeless under his steady gaze.

However, there was life. Coming from one of them. The one who had curled themselves into a fetal shape. The margaven drew closer and the sound grew louder. Something had survived and with prying claws the margaven sought to discover what it was. He pulled back burned flesh and saw it.

Pink, with the barest whisps of white fur coming in. Small enough to fit in his palm. A baby something, recently orphaned.

Hissing something in T'langlii, the margaven scooped the being into his palm and inspected it, rocked it, cooed at it. Only the distant clang of some part of the ship jolted him back to the present. It wasn't safe here, in this failing craft. Not for him. Not for his baby.

With a rumble, Xaallo exited the small ship and made his back to his own, it's destruction forgotten about.

[xaallo]

COMBAT STATS: XAALLO

★★★★★★★★★☆ —  strength  

★★★★★★★★★★ —  offence 

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ —  defence 

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ —  speed 

★★★★★★★★☆☆ —  durability 

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ —  accuracy 

★★★★★★★★★★ —  agility 

★★★★★★★★★☆ —  stamina 

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  teamwork 

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  stealth 

★★★★★★★★☆☆ —  close combat 

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ —  bladed weapons 

★★★★★★★★★★ —  blunt weapons 

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ —  ranged weapons 

★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  superpowers / abilities 

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  traps / setups 

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ —  medic

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[xaallo]

Fun lil Xaa doodle commission from Hannah's Art Studio.

[xaallo]

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Before you is the rather comical sight of a hole. A large hole that, every few seconds or so, ejects a sizeable amount of dirt. Whoever (or whatever) they are doesn't seem to be aware you're there or that they're getting dirt and clay all over your shoes and pants...

[xaallo]

😇🔫🔎📚 for xaa

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😇 — following rules

Though it may not seem to be the case, Xaallo is more liable to abide by rules than he seems. This is particularly true for the Confederation, since he is the Prince and his mother is Kaldane. Thusly, he was raised with the ideal of being the example for others (and quite simply if he broke a rule or law, there'd be hell to pay in the form of his mom's wrath).

Xaallo considers Confederation rules to be paramount, though he isn't exactly a stickler for them. The rules on non affiliated planets, he feels, are not so important to follow. Especially if he personally feels like they don't make sense.

🔫 — long range weapons

Mid. Xaallo is more near-sighted than the rest of his family, and thusly prefers short to mid-ranged weapons. He can use a rifle and be effective, but he's far from a sharpshooter. He probably has one long-ranged weapon in his entire personal arsenal on the ship.

🔎 — investigating

Depending on what's being searched for, Xaallo's investigation skills can be effective or only surface level. This is directly dependent on his level of interest. High interest will produce detailed results, low interest will produce only the barest of bones with regards to information. There have been times when interest was so high that Xaallo disappeared within his ship for days at time, with no food or water.

📚 — reading

Is fundamental! Xaallo can read and does it more often than you might suspect. One of his favorite things to do before bed is to read a few pages of this or that novel. His favorites are action and of course romance. The romance ones, namely the ones with spicy content in them, are hidden in a locked compartment in his personal quarters.

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[xaallo]

xaallo walks past and bops you in the face with his tail and if you're a woman or intersex he says sorry and makes sure you're ok but if you're a man he says "try being taller" and keeps it movin' doesn't even look back