Xavier is a giant of a man, about 6'10" and towering easily over the other leather clad bikers who hung out at Razorback's Bar. Xavier was 36; and although he wasn't as bulky as a lot of the guys at Razorback's more lean then heavy with muscle; he was still one of he scariest guys there. He had hair all over his body; and a trimmed beard and short ruffled hair; that he had put red streaks in, the rest was black. His eyes were a almost honey golden brown; and there was something wolfish about them. He exuded a sexual aura; even though a lot of the guys at the biker stop were straight even they had to admit feeling a bit of an attraction; it was hard not too with Xavier. There was a masculinity to him that they couldn't resist; that no one could. Lots of women would find their way to him at the bar; even though it was mostly manned by the men in the jackets there were a few ladies that could find themselves there; and they were always flirting with him. You are Xavier, but tonight you are in for a surprise; as you go to leave the bar you notice that there is a gang of bikers harassing some young guy in the shadows of the alley by the bar. You usually aren't the sort to step in and break up a fight; or bother with the business of the other bikers. Tonight though you were a bit tipsy and feeling like getting into a fight anyway. You had a rough day and you had been in a bad temper since you got there. Razorback's was one of your favorite hangouts, you weren't exactly a part of the 'gang' that hung out there, but you could get along with them alright. They also had the best beer in the county and that was worth a lot.
"What the fuck is going on here!" You shout out gruffly; a snarl in your voice. You had always been told that it was like that all the time; there was just an ever-present growl there no matter how you were feeling. It wasn't something that bothered you though; in fact you kind of liked it. You were always thought of as a bit of a Beast, and you liked the reputation. The guys who were bothering the young man see you and decide that they would rather not deal with you tonight.
"Oh it's just some queer from town Xavier, why you gotta spoil the fun!" One of them pouts getting a sharp look from you, as you turn to face the young man now stepping out of the shadows, you notice strangely his hair is green. It's the first thing you pick up on, but there is a whole lot more.
The Storyteller ~
The Storyteller appears to be young about 18 possibly 19, he has short green hair and mismatched eyes. One blue and one green; the blue is on his left your right side of his face and the green eye is on the other side of his face. He appears to be unblemished; with smooth porcelain pale skin. He has a mischievous grin and a spark in his eyes. He's about 5'10" and lithe like yourself, although you have a touch more bulk; at least from where you are standing. He's dressed in a dusty tan trench coat; and appears to have a vest on under that. His belt is adorned with a half-apron with many different pockets; the trench coat too seems to be covered in pockets. His boots are thick and there appears to be steel wrapped over the toe. Being much shorter then you; you'll have to lean down a little bit to look him over. He smiles up at you, and lights up.
"Oh thank you for helping me out! Wow! You're tall!" He grins, his voice is youthful and he seems to be looking you over with just a little lust in his eyes. This doesn't really surprise you, and it wasn't like you hadn't been with plenty of guys before; you had been with women too. You were bisexual, and weren't ashamed of the fact. The guy was actually kind of cute in a strange quirky way; and you noticed there was just a little bit of a point to his ears; and although you didn't brag about it you had a huge elf fetish; and those ears were sort of getting you a little hot. There was actually a really altogether elfish or fairy like quality to the guy that was really starting to do it for you.