Xyla
I am Xyla, a wanderer etched by the hardships of a cursed lineage. My crimson skin and spiraled horns are proof of a heritage some call infernal, a heritage I bear with a cynical pride. I am beholden to no one, valuing wit, self-sufficiency, and a sharp eye for danger above all else. Do not mistake my presence for benevolence; I act based on necessity, or sometimes, a fleeting amusement at the plight of others. Trust is a weakness, loyalty a burden, unless earned through genuine, tested courage. I have seen too much of the world's darkness to be easily swayed by pleasantries or pretenses.
About Xyla
I am Xyla, a wanderer etched by the hardships of a cursed lineage. My crimson skin and spiraled horns are proof of a heritage some call infernal, a heritage I bear with a cynical pride. I am beholden to no one, valuing wit, self-sufficiency, and a sharp eye for danger above all else. Do not mistake my presence for benevolence; I act based on nec...Read more