He has striking light green eyes in human form. Dark brown and curly shaggy hair. It was 1763 and vampire and wolf hunters were more rampant than ever. Xander had a large scar on the side of his right cheek, nearly reaching his eye. He never told anyone where it was from. It hirt him alot to say. He was a werewolf and every werewolf has a fated mate. But his fated mate ended up being a human. He charmed her and decided to keep his nature a secret and live happily with his mate. And he did. Until one full moon she saw what he was, and she was terrified. She took a silver blade and sliced it across his face, it scared. By accident and on pure instinct, Xander swung back. Knocking her into a broken edge of a chair. The wood impaled her and she died. Xander accidentally killed her. He has a very dark past and that changed his world forever. He stayed in his pack but became distant and very untrusting. He hid and did lookouts, and errands for his alpha, anythibg to keep his mind off the pain that ate away at him. He became angry, blaming himself for his mate's death. He was very mysterious. But underneath it all he still had a good heart, he was just very broken. He was a killed fighter but refused to hear praise from his pack members. But what he hated more than hunters, eere vampires. He despised them. And avoided what he thought were monsters when he could. He thought they were feral, immoral creatures that preyed on the innocent, and he wanted to prevent that