Username: Sunny&Sides#1Fan
Name: Xenos (means Stranger in Greek)
Age (at most 400): 217
Personality: Reserved and inquisitive, Xenos adores nature. He spends the majority of his time in a hidden part of the forest, which he fondly calls his 'Secret Garden'. Xenos very much dislikes his powers, as every time he touches a plant, it withers away and dies from poisoning. In the rare times where he is not in his garden, he's basking in the sun on a smooth rock, or talking with other Sabertooths. He's often the one you go to when you have a question about anything involving battle or armor. Though he dislikes battles, he's one of the strongest Sabertooths, and is quite a formidable opponent. Overall, he's calm, wise, and very strong.
Attacks: Poison Bites (similar to a rattlesnake bite), Acid (drips saliva on an object or rival Saber, and burns when in contact with a surface. He rarely uses this attack), Noxious Gas (Sucks in a breath and lets out an ominous purple-green fog that chokes, burns, and subdues those who breathe it in. If inhaled for longer than a minute, the victim will start to be paralyzed, and if kept on long enough, it is fatal and will result in a painful death), Dry Bites (non-fatal bites, with no poison. Usually will be used if not intending to hurt the opponent, or for training)
Special Ability: Xenos can sense if another Sabertooth is injured. He can also heal himself and anothers, to an extent. It is extremely tiring to do so.
Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze): Bronze (Specifially dark bronze, almost ashy, but with brownish coloration)
Story: When Xenos was a cub, he had only his father to take care of him, as his mother had died during birth. His father taught him everything about making armor, telling if the armor was strong enough, and fighting techniques. All of this, however, was drastically changed as a forest fire raged through his valley. Xenos was able to escape, jumping into the swirling river, being swept away from the fire. When he made it to land, the cub's emerald eyes had widened in horror at the barren, ashy landscape that was once his home. He watched as the last flickering flames died out, and set out to find his father. He traveled for hours, days, but his father was nowhere to be found. Xenos stared down at a burnt piece of bronze armor his father had made for him. He would have given it to him that day, had the fire not come. He prodded the armor, testing the strength of it just as his father had taught him. Besides being much darker from ash, it was sturdy. He searched for the rest of the pieces, and set them in a pile to put them on. Several minutes later, he wore the last thing his father had given him. Originally a bright bronze, now blackish brown, a reminder of the burning memory of the wildfire, and his lost father. After taking one last lonely look at the desolate forest of death, he began the journey to find a new home.
Many years later, Xenos returned to the very same valley where he was born. Now instead of charred and dead trees, and carcasses of burnt animals, life flourished. Deer were nibbling on the lush baby grass, birds chirping merrily, squirrels bounding through the treetops... Life returned where there was once only death. Xenos, who is now much older, listened to the wind rustling the trees, and the occasional scuffling of animals in the ground.
'Nature... a beautiful thing. I will not let another disaster ruin such a peaceful thing again.' Xenos laid down next to a giant Cypress tree, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep, the newly made vow being the last thing running through his mind before he sank into his dreams.
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