Xodius

=Physical Description= To match a precise description of Xodius to words would be to simply refer to him as 'cat', a result of his being more at home joined with the spirit of the feline than walking about on his own two hooves. In this form, his appearance is upheld as best as one can for someone almost continually engaged in either travel or combatting hostile forces. The mane about his neck and shoulders, while certainly home to dust from the roads and brush, is groomed and free of knots, as is the rest of the beige pelt that covers his body, a few off-color patches betraying a scattered collection of scars and other yet-to-heal souvenirs of battle.

However, he does acknowledge that such manners of carrying one's self are not always appropriate, and will be found walking about major cities on occassion in his more natural state, still dressed for battle with his helm stowed, and a stout staff lashed to his back. It is not a matter of his being rude, but rather a matter of self comfort.

=Personality= Druids have always been at risk of 'losing' themselves to the altered states they are gifted with, some falling prey to the powerful spirit of the ursine while others, much like himself, begin to take on the very personality of the lithe and agile spirit of the feline. While not totally severed from reality, and still able to function within society, the mindset and processes of thought that govern many of his decisions and words reflect the stark adaptation of his altered state of being as his true, dominant self. However, even with such a combat-oriented mindset, he is not lost to the struggles others may be enduring in their walks of life. He is, almost to a flaw, quick to offer assistance if the need for help is presented, and is not above searching for, or listening to, alternatives for dealing with situations that, in his mind, may only be resolved through bloodshed.

Loyal to a fault to those he's deemed 'friend', and kind enough to strangers that he's just met, he is an easily approchable being, even if the war-ragged appearance he carries hints otherwise.

=History= Once an overly ambitious druid-to-be, Xodius travelled the expanse of Mulgore seeking to find his roots in the history-steeped path druids before him had taken. Guided by dreams of vanquishing the demons and ill-wishers of the world alongside the spirits of nature, he found himself utilizing the awe-inspiring strength of the feral gods to achieve his goals and desires. Initially, he heeded the warnings of the elders that true power was found in balance with nature rather than giving into the untamed will of the spirits entirely. Caution was taken with invoking the power at his disposal. But, times invariably grow more difficult, and as he matured the need to call upon the spirits to infuse their skills in battle with him was needed.

His mind began to find itself increasingly more as-one with the spirits that led him in battle. The elders he knew as a young bull advised him to seek change, to draw from the more peaceful side of nature and allow the restorative gifts of a healer sooth the turmoil taking root in his mind, and he did for a brief while, assisting with the struggles of the warriors in Stonard, and even venturing into the Blasted Lands and Burning Steppes to ensure the fighters taking up arms were never at risk of being lost in battle. However, that all changed upon setting foot in the wild, untamed lands of Outland and Hellfire Penninsula.

The demonic uprising, far too strongly remeniscent of the undead scourge that once threatened all that was good, brought old memories burried in the past back to life. Rage fueled the bloodlust that often consumed him in battle, and he allowed the unbridaled wrath of the feral spirits to take hold once more. The Cenarian elders, at that time, called him the 'untamed', unable to keep his own mind and will seperate with the spirits. The title was meant to be a burden, but he took it up with pride and bears it still. It is not all the same, though, as it had been when the spirits first encroached upon his mind, perhaps the time away and communing with the more peaceful spirits provided a barrier to keep the change from being total, and even though he will not deny being wild and passionate on the battlefield, he has found a peaceful medium that still allows him to keep in touch with the civilization he fights to protect.