Xellal von Archinvall Arivuz'Arix

Name: Xellal von Archinvall Arivuz'Arix
Gender: Male
Age: 3000+ - He stopped counting
Race: Magical Entity - (Formerly Human, Formerly Half-Dragon, Formerly Lich)
Birthday: April 15
Sexuality: Bi-Sexual
Special Characteristics: See below:

• Body appears COMPLETELY mirror-material.
  
• His body appears to be that of a twenty-year old half-dragon, with wings, a four-foot tail
  
• The only color/distinguishable marking is a crimson line through his right-eye that creates a 'magic circle' over his right cheek.
  
• Doesn't require air, food, water; or other humanly necessities- Like bathroom breaks.
  

Personality:
Xellal is what is best described as a perfect failure, conjured into glorious magnificence personified. From a very young age, he showed latent ambition with the arcane in his setting; unfortunately due to this unbridled yearning to learn. He had delved into the workings of an extraordinarily forbidden spell-school labelled as 'Circle Magic'. It was of course, almost impossible for him to resist the temptations of nearly unlimited potential- But unlimited catastrophic possibility as well. "Live and Learn" was his favorite saying.
Because of this, the city he lived in 'Valesain' had very strict laws on spell-casters, as they were under heavy watch as is both Wizards and Sorcerers. When they found out at the early age of sixteen he was branded with a red-dye rod over his right eye and cheek to forever remind him of his failure in following the laws of his fellow kin. Thus he was cast out into the gargantuan world of Vaillescance. A world filled with unimaginable danger and potential; it was horrifying and intriguing. So he set off for his life completely in his hands- and a disposable tool of the arcane to help guide him. -- Problem at the time, is he was a bit of a coward and incapable of utilizing that ambition to devise himself a proper foot-hold in the cosmic everything. But he knew he had to learn.
After a number of years passing, he had managed to fumble his way through creating his first staff, being the host of a parasitic magical-creature by the race of Ignitian. They became strangely friends in a world that the Ignitian kind and everything else hated one another. Through their trials and tribulations they became valuable allies in the same body. Toughing through learning ancient languages, spells and surviving the watchful eye of gods, fallen deities and the elementals of the realm. The young man had eventually acquired allies, friends and what he sought the most- A home through his goofy, aloof and charismatic silliness. Conquering what most would take decades, in the matter of a few short-lived years. It was once he had a foot-hold in the world that he became slowly more aware that he was becoming a force of reckoning. Fitting bills of fate and acclaimed prophecies of becoming a being known as 'Kalder the Destroyer' whom, was the creator of the planet. A problem certainly, but he faced it with confidence believing no god, or otherwise could toy with him and his hard-work.
To his dismay, they weren't wrong. From birth he had conjoined souls with this ancient draconic being. While it was dormant and barely capable of doing anything; it drew more than just watchful eyes- But hungry and destructive torrents of fallen deities that wished to use Xellal as a key to immortality. So he had to flee, with his allies, friends and the like to bolster defenses, relationships and ultimately their lives. The world was strung into a chaotic battle for tools, trinkets and lives of mortals. -- Xellal's solution to ensure that anyone in his era could continue this battle and to help guide the youth of the next. Was too, to become what he despised. To ascend to the next stage of 'living' and utilized his decade of learning the intricacies of Circle Magic and his blood to mold his biological DNA to closely match that of a magical creature.
For the next two hundred years, he had bided his time. Watching his friends, loved ones and inevitably children of both full draconic and half-draconic descent die in battle, age or worse- Suffering the burdens of living in such a world. He had become something of a deity in his own right throughout the world. Known as the King of the Glass Realm- A place that hosted infinite magical potency and was the source of all arcane energy that was utilized in the material plane. And there he dwelled- interacting with the world as a force to aid the heroes and those unsure where their paths lead. -- Without his knowing, he became what he hated. Sort of- A close approximation of what he was, was close to that of a Lich- Of Arcana.

And so he fought, helped and destroyed in the name that he thought was so right- With the mind of a human youth. Trapped in the worldly body and mind of an infinite being; until he watched everything he tried so desperately to heal, fix and aid- Wither into the nether of time. Something, he had escaped. But could not bring himself to aid others to escape.

Because it was torture.

So few understand the will it takes to endlessly trek the time and planelines. It's isolated, desolate and filled with regret for someone who's ambition to protect and aid everything, onyl dwells and eats away at him. With no feasible way to end it forever. And for thousands of centuries, the 'young' man searched in the blackness of everything- To find what appears to be something else. Not just a world; but a place full of life and possibility. Something stirred within' his mind that hadn't in a very long time- Hope... So he reached out. Stepped in. Ambition revived-- But at what cost? He will soon find out, his knowledge, the plethora of his power and much more. Don't fully work here. And there will be a greater burden of learning the world from a new eye.

"Let's hope I'm prepared."

Likes:

• Learning - Unbridled ambition, describes the entirety of Xellal in almost every way possible. Be it from why the earth moves the way it does, to the molecular make-up of make-up. If he doesn't know it, you'll be damn sure he wants to.
  
• The Unusual - Life, plane-to-plane has everything different, unusual and it's intriguing. Fear of the unknown is amongst the last of priorities.
  
• Friends - For someone whom has lived as long has he has. And from the origin of what he was. The importance of relationships, social interaction and beloved ones. Has become ever more important to his existence.
  

Dislikes:

• Overt Aggression - Life is difficult to live already. People that actively seek to destroy for no means. Immediately take a lower tier in his mind.
  
• Gods - Deities? Men and women that have their heads in places I wouldn't wish for my worst enemies. It'd be better if they just fell from their foolish mantle and grounded their minds.
  
• Elementals - Very same reasoning as a deity. Something that was born and raised in such a position of power, importance and influence without the knowledge of the world around them and how it affects them. It's petty to think they roam.
  

Motivations:

• Ambition - Ambition in itself. He is here to learn, befriend, make enemies and explore the new world that he was so eager to step into.
  
• Advancement - Learning comes hand in hand with power. Knowledge he seeks, and thus strength of his own betterment. You cannot influence without the wielded strength to make your demands. For good- Or bad.
  
• Influence - He yearns to be something once more. Loneliness injures even the most indestructible wills and hearts; for thousands of years he had himself. He wishes to be seen once more for who he is.
  

Fears:

• Erasing - Xellal has suffered through the erasing of his own origin plane. He does not wish to experience it once more, to see everything he knows and loves to be taken from him once more. Forced to wander aimlessly again.
  
• Lack of Purpose - Having no purpose is something that will injure his will beyond any ungodly spell or word. He needs to find himself somewhere in the world; to guide himself to create a better life for everything and everyone- Good and bad.
  
• Falling in Love - It happened once-- And she's gone. My children are gone.. My friends- I yearn for the connection. But I fear what it might bring out of me.
  

General Appearance

Appearance Reference:

Height: 5'-08" (Five-Foot, Eight-Inches)
Weight: 384 Pounds (174 Kg)
Hair: Mirror - Messy, unkempt and shoulder length. (reference picture)
Eyes: Mirror
Skin Tone: Mirror
Appearance: Xellal for a lack of a better term. Looks the polar opposite of normal; a beacon of strange. Everything he is, is a mirror. But it doesn't necessarily reflect everything around him, no it merely looks like you were looking at a mirror with no discernible reflection anywhere. So he was very much so visible at all times.
With a set of five-foot long wings, which also were mirrored. A tail, which was also mirrored.
Unusually enough, despite the plain lack of clothes. His 'body' appeared to be wearing robes- Which were also mirrored.

Perhaps the only two things not mirror-material. Is the marking along the right side of his face. And the dark-wood staff, with a strange appearing stone orb that mantled atop it.

Guild/Council

Guild: Guildless
Tattoo: Right Eye/Cheek - Crimson Red
Rank: D-Rank