X'alti Nunh

X'alti is not commonly found outside of work, finding himself tethered to the club venue for the majority of his time. Durring the time that he is working though, he can be found dazzling the stage with his skills on the hoop and aerial silks. He is not shy to show off his body and how well he back twist and contort it for the pleasure of his onlookers. If you are lucky enough to catch him off stage, you will have to find out just what he is like.

Backstory((WARNING! There are mentions of drug use, addiction, overdose, attempted suicide, and sexual abuse/assault.))X'alti grew up with his father, being the only two surviving members of the X tribe. There was never an explanation about what happened to his mother, but his father assured him that regardless, it didn't matter what happened anyways. She was gone and they were on their own.At first they just traveled around to other seeker tribes and would find themselves staying there for a while, but moving around often. The stranger thing was that his father started to collect young Tia's from these tribes and started to take the miqo'te with them, away from theri families. X'alti was prohibited from talking to these cats and would be beaten if he was caught talking to one of them. It wasn't long after that when his training started. Sun up to sun down he was put through combat training. Specifically assassinations. The type of fighting that didn't end in a quick trip to the healer, it ended up in one to the morgue. He wasn't sure exactly what his father's plans were but there was only one way to tell, he had to obey and follow his orders.He grew to be a young man of 16 and their ranks had grown quite a bit, they had a group of thirty Tia's in their new tribe, all of them had gone through training just as X'alti did and were completely brainwashed to be loyal to their deathbeds to X'alti and his father. Thats when his father decided it was time for his son to show his worth. The next tribe that they went to, he was to prove the ultimate test of a seeker male. He had to become a Nunh. The seeker didnt find it to be anything to even question though, taking his duty and fulfilling it to the satisfaction of their leader. He successfully killed the Nunh of the tribe and then... They killed the rest of them. Only the Tia's that were suitable to join the X tribe were left standing and taken hostage by the group that just decimated their entire village.They took their leave from the desert villages and made their way into the heart of Ul'Dah, paying a large sum of gil to the owner of the gladiators guild to use their old dorm style rooms to house the Tia's and the fighting pit to further their intense training. This is where X'alti's father would start to take their skills and apply them to his real goal. This tribe was a gang. In the following two years they would partner with a few other black market companies to acquire things like weapons, drugs, and anything they could get their hands on. But, one of the things they offered to customers willing to pay the top gil, was their Tia assassins. Without question, and withing reason, they would kill any target given to them or gather information via being spies in their inner circle.In time the filing cabinets, he had started completely empty in his office, were filled to the brim with names of targets. Some dead, some they were watching and still gathering intel from. There was no telling from day to day how many he would add to this list. Though he knew the numbers would only keep rising. How did he know any different than to think these people were just like the roaches his father described, needing to be exterminated. The time was ticking though and as the greys began to grow in his fathers hair, he knew that he would soon be the one to take over this gang. There was resistance though, and his father knew that.One day after returning to his office for the night, two figures emerged from the shadows and grabbed him, a black bag over his head and cuffs around his wrists. These figures were far too big to be miqo’te though. Roe perhaps. He struggled and fought against them to no avail, coming into a room with a fire cracking and his shirt was ripped off from the back side. The only sound other than the fire were careful calculated footsteps that came around to the back side of him, e would remember this searing pain for as long as he lived, as hot metal in the form of a desert rose was pressed into the skin of his lower back. There were screams... just nobody around to hear them.He had already dipped into their own supply of drugs, but this event sent him over the edge, that night as he was freed to return to his own quarters, the male nearly overdosed of the substances, making a lethal cocktail from anything he could get his hands on.X'alti had changed. His demeanor was a lot more cold and uncaring, very rarely showing any expression as he was always on some sort of drug to numb the pain, finding it hard to ever fully admit that he was addicted to the substances. Nothing was getting past his father though. The son that he raised to be so perfect now began to fall from his throne. The seeker was no longer fit to take over his empire. It took one day, one day to change X'alti's entire life. He lost everything, his home, his family, his clothes, his possessions... The male became homeless.Months went by with him scraping by for scraps on the street, the withdrawal kicking in harder and harder every day until he found a stranger, somebody in a sleek black suit that made him an offer that he couldn't refuse. The mysterious handsome man offered him food, a roof over his head, and as many drugs as his little heart desired, the only catch was that he was to work for the high class escorting venue that the stranger owned. X'alti said yes with an eager desperation, thus the deal was struck and a contract was signed.Everything started out like a dream though, a five star establishment with absolutely stunning bedrooms, food that looked like it was cooked by the most skilled cullinarians, and a show room that was made for a king. Well... It was made for a king, and the king was the man who now owned his body. Sure he kept his word but things were not as they seemed. The drugs he was given were only on the clock to make him numb to the pain and added to the pleasure, making his head to cloudy to care about how messed up he got. The room he was given was not in the building with all the rest, the run down apartment down the street was where he was shoved off to after he was done working and not being used. The food... just as bad if not worse. Though, the real torture had yet to begin.The one he grew to know as his 'king' would start to drive him back to his personal estate after the night was over, injecting him with more drugs to keep the fun alive as he started to force the seeker in to more and more intimate tasks. X'alti was terrified of the man. He wanted to beg and plead for it to stop and to say no but he couldn't, the drugs affecting his mind so greatly that all he could do was lay there. This was the person that saved him, right? This was his 'king'... His savior...Years and years of this cycle continued until finally there was a drug deal gone wrong in the club. shell casings hitting the floor surrounded by the shrieking of people running around. X'alti was able to get out of the building while the blood was being shed, not looking back to see who all had fallen from the gunshots that rang out into the night. He never looked back.. Only kept running until he couldnt run any more.

What is he doing now?Now, X'alti still works in the club scene, his mind altered from the high levels of drug use. Finding him while he is working, you will see a very seductive, intimate manager who is highly trained in how to use his body to draw people in from his years of dancing. He doesn't ever appear to be in any distress or wanting to leave, as this place if home for him now, or so his drugged out mind tells him it is.Most nights end up with him in the dusty old apartment with the drugs finally wearing off, his limbs weak as he just collapses on the flat old bed, crying to himself out of fear and pain. At least he is away from that horrible place that owned him. He is free now, his own boss, and he can teach dancers to respect themselves and never let anyone think they can own another person.

Out of Character Info:Thank you so much for taking the time to look through my character and reading about their story! If you think you like this character and wish to rp with them, PLEASE, feel free to message me in game or on discord (Mikoto#0208)!You are absolutely welcome to rp with him platonically, as business partners, co-workers, or perhaps as your character being a customer of his, and if you like the story/personality, I would be happy to help come up with a hook or plot idea of how he and your character would meet.Special thanks to Felis Unami for helping me set up this carrd and for providing photos of my character on this page and his gallery!