Years ago, on peaceful Lothal, the Mandalorians came and rained fire. Spurred on by a Mand'Alor backed by the Sith, these Mandalorians pillaged the entire world. Xan was just a boy then. He was taken from his family to a Death Watch training compound. From there, he was secretly raised in their ways. He was resistant, first. He fought his captors, tried to escape. But slowly, he became acculturated to the ways of the Mandalorians. He began to admire their camaraderie. He began to believe the propaganda about Mandalorian superiority. He began to accept the necessity of warfare, that oftentimes it requires sacrifices and examples that one had to be strong to survive. He forgot the warmth of his mother's touch.
He came to embrace the warmth of the Forge instead, and came to enthusiastically embrace his role as a 'foundling' into the Mandalorian family. He never slacked on the warrior arts, as well. It was in their merger he found joy - forging himself the best weapons, armor, and tools that he could. When he did so, he felt truly free. Now, having just completed his Verd'goten, he has been accepted as a full member of Clan Solus, and has taken to the galaxy.
A P P E A R A N C E
No one knows what he looks like under the mask.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
A hot-headed ball of energy that thinks that he is a tactical genius. Shockingly naive.