Xanril_Teneb

Xanril Wolf Teneb....Yes his middle name is wolf. He was a rather sinful wolf, lazy and lustful, a bottomless belly of gluttony. He was too lazy to be prideful or envious, and would rather fuck than fight, and originally was supposed to be a paragon of virtue for the world which he was charged with protecting. The former angel obviously failed this task, havign fallen prey to the sins of flesh the wolf was naive in his younger days, and lured into a trap where he was forced to watch the world burn to the ground around him, the hellish demons from foreign planes invaded and destroyed the kingdom, only to leave, as another enemy would take their place shortly after...with their guardian trapped in a crystal prism, the realm was open game for anyone stronger to just push in and take what they wanted, and take they did until there was nothing left but a burning pit of char and ash, and a piled of fallen warriors...in the center was Xanril, unable to do anything but sleep and observe from his minds eye as his home was razed to the ground, his once glorius fur had been tarnished, his shimmery white coat had faded ash gray, with bright crimson streaks and markings, forever stained with the blood of the fallen. His radiant wings glowed no more, corrupted into pure raven black wings, his long fluffy tail had been burned down to the skin, adapting the only way it could in burning heat of his prison it grew a soft fleshy layer of skin, bulking out a bit as it became a pure appednage of muscle, almost tentacle like, the soft squishy skin of his tail was acid proof, fire proof, lighting proof...in short his tail was almost indestructable save slicing. The wolf's eyes, once radiant and prideful, were dulled and glazed over, a hazy mist swirled around his blue pupil's, though when they finally opened, they were filled with determination.

He had rested for over two centuries. his body changing and adapting to the fading world around, the shattered plane a mirror of his current existence, and forever linked to him. He had plenty of time to grieve while he slept, now awaked he set out with renewed vigor, locking his realm away forever from outside intrusions, and sought out attonement. He never gave into the wrath burning deep inside of him, and just left the persecutor's of his once sacred plane alone. Instead, he shouldered full responsibility, and traveled the multiverse, solving problems, helping people wherever he could, until finally he put his past behind him. His body would never let him forget, permanantly stained, literally, with the colors of his smoldering home. The wolf could live with that, and finally settled down, still travelling the multiverse and helping people, but at a much slower pace as he had grown lazy in his travels, and had wholly given himself over to the pleasures of the flesh, not really caring anymore. He had no land to protect, no more nightmares about the past, no sacred duty to uphold, no armies to defend against...the wolf was free for the first time in his entire existence, and planned to start living for the here, and now. He ate a lot, and slept around even more, discovering all sorts of fascinating practices and arts, devoting his new found free existence to the simple life of exploring, learning, solving problems, and chasing tail, but no matter how much tail he chased or caught, he had accepted a few truth's about his life.
Xanril had no home, Xanril had no goal, Xanril was forever loveless, forever alone at his deepest core, and Xanril was pretty damned happy with how he was.






SIDE NOTE: Xanril posses...smellovision! Ok that was corny, but seriously...he can smell almost anything. The faintest drop of arousal, the essence of a person's soul...He knows if you've been naughty...he knows if you've been nice, he can smell almost anything. Emotions, Habits, Lifestyles, Genders, Species....His nose is one of his greatest strengths...and can be a weakness though don't expect to get much of a reaction from idly blasting him with stench.

Side Side note >> Has the ability to gender shift at the players discretion.