From a young age Xocolatl lacked remorse and empathy for those around
him. When a tribemate would fall and scrape a knee, Xocolatl laughed and
felt pleasure. When his mother and father died, Xocolatl rejoiced.
Particularly since their deaths were extremely painful and full of
suffering. Their deaths came, as you see, from Xocolatl's own hands.
With age came more fury, more brutality, and more deaths at his own hands.
He relished in killing, found solace in the taking of lives and the
inflicting of fear and suffering. Some would fight back, and through those
battles Xocolatl became very skilled in the ways of armed combat. Almost
any instrument he could find could be used to cut limbs, smash skulls, or
simply flay the skin from the living, whimpering foe he chooses.
In time Xocolatl made his way to Serin, once he killed everyone else in his
homeland, in search of more lives to take.
Description:
Before you stands a giant...among even giants. His frame rises up more
than double that of the average giant, bulky and unyielding. His eyes burn
with determination, and are as pitch black as coal. His head is shaved
smooth, a fiery red sheen to his skin reflecting the sunlight. His body is
extremely muscular, obviously from intense conditioning, scars and
lacerations decorating almost every inch of the skin that can be seen.
