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Xaljorn's Biography
Unlike some, Xirrin was born a werewolf, with his father being the alpha-male and his mother being his father's primary mate. He was raised as a werewolf prince, living in a castle, learning the ways of both the wolves and the human princes. He learned dancing, poetry, singing, and writing as well as warfare and personal combat. Though Xirrin excelled at all he did, his father was disappointed in him. His father's reasoning was that he was too small to be a proper werewolf prince, seeing as most werewolves when transformed are over ten feet tall and either black or white furred and Xirrin is only a little over seven foot and brown furred. His father after a while refused to acknowledge his existence, much less his rightful place in the family.

When Xirrin turned 16, the clan was attacked by a group of vampires. The vampire clan had been goaded into attacking the werewolves by Xirrin's own father. They had been encroaching on the vampires territory for sometime, so the vampires decided to put an end to this most troublesome pack. Most of the pack was killed, but Xirrin and a few others survived. During the battle, Xirrin had to watch as a vampire slew his mother and his dear, sweet sister, who was only four at the time.

Xirrin now felt that it was his father's fault for goading the vampires into attacking them. With a feeling that there was nothing else to lose, he challenged his father. But his father's greater strength and experience was just too great for Xirrin.

After losing the fight, his father exiled him. He now carries a set of scars from his father's claws.

Having friends and allies is an important part of existence within the Realm. Xirrin has had many friends, but most have fallen due to the ongoing war. This has caused much pain for Xirrin. He feels that by touching their life he has helped bring about their death. Now, gone is the once carefree young man, in his place is a torn and broken man. He still greets everyone with a smile, but now his inner self-doubt and the feeling that all those who's life he touches die, nags at him night and day.

It had been a great long while since Xirrin Xaljorn had stepped foot in the Realm. Things had changed for him in his time away, but now it was time to see just how the Realm had changed...

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Virelai Tylwyth 10/06/19

All throughout the Realm strange events were occurring, dark and dangerous things were stirring within the space they had all claimed as home. And yet, among all of those frightening happenings, there was an undercurrent of something more. Strange flyers were materializing at random intervals. On alley walls, grave stones, in pockets and upon coffee tables, tucked away in the most peculiar places where you would swear there was nothing before.

With them came the doors, black oak with a spindly red flower engraved in the grain, seeming to come from nowhere. They would simply appear in those same odd places. Tucked in an alcove of a back-alleyway, taking up space on a mausoleum, or within abandoned houses. And the flyers were the key.

They would take flight, tugging and fluttering like moths to a flame, and lead the way for those who were found to have one of those pieces of paper in their possession to those doors. Others might stumble across them in those hidden places and place their hand upon the smooth wood, watch them swing open, and walk through.

That same red flower would bloom on the back of the hand of any who chose to do so. And there would be another pull, a shift in the air as they traveled through darkness, and a second door would open revealing a fog covered woodland. A short way ahead there would be a house, tall and strange, with a large black door inviting them in.
Marius Tournier 07/13/19 Congrats i POD
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