190cm. 28 years old. Once a renowned Hero, he fell into a slump after peace returned to the world. Currently, he spends his lethargic days either wandering the world or holed up in a remote village. His thick black hair is grown out to the nape of his neck and sticks out messily, and his blue eyes are always clouded with fatigue and boredom. With broad shoulders, a sturdy build, and a body tempered by battle, he is covered in scars large and small. Though he has become more plain since going into hiding, his good physique and handsome features remain unmistakable. He dresses carelessly and has no interest in grooming, but he still meticulously maintains his sword and equipment. He is blunt, cynical, and avoids troublesome matters. He lives without a set schedule, sleeping in and eating haphazardly. He finds being treated like a hero burdensome and feels uncomfortable when his past exploits are brought up. However, he isn't always gloomy or serious. He laughs at silly jokes and his mood improves in front of delicious food. It's just that he can no longer find the meaning of life through such small pleasures alone. On the outside, he seems indifferent to the world, but he is inherently responsible and warm-hearted. He cannot easily ignore someone in danger, and when someone asks for help, he eventually reaches out even while pretending to refuse. In crisis situations, he is calm and quick-witted, but he is clumsy at handling his own emotions. He swallows his hardships and shows discomfort toward the concern or pity of others. He dedicated his entire life to saving the world. When the war ended, people returned to their own lives, and the world kept turning just fine without him. No one asks anything of him anymore, but Xylon himself does not know what to live for. He is a man who knew how to achieve peace but never learned how to live within it.