A long time ago Xanthus used to live on a floating isle in a kingdom called Saur Anon. He was born into the royal family, a prince, second to the throne behind his older brother, Tambrath. Xan was naturally even from birth the adventureous yet ruffian type. Often getting into mischief and causing unwanted destruction to areas around him.
As the years grew on Xanthus grew into quite a handsome young Dragon, with a sharp head on his shoulders and a strong physique to accent it. He loved battle. He lived for it. He went into the kingdom's military.
After a good number of years (Anon Dragon years. 1 generally is around 10 human years) Xanthus was battle hardened, was fierce on the battlefield and only lived to fight. This came at a rather unfortunate realisation at one point, usually finding himself hideing away from the kingdom in his lookout tower waiting for the next battle to commense.
This was enough. He couldn't do this for his entire life. It was time to leave.
you see at this point Xan had slowly climbed the ranks all the way to General of the Saur Anon Armies. It was his word that all soldiers obeyed, and he ensured a peaceful existance to its inhabitants. (Tambrath meanwhile became a scholar then eventually the king. As was always decreed, the elder sibling got the throne unless challenged by the younger.)
He left this duty to his most trustworthy upcoming soldier and left. Left the military, the kingdom, even the isle, and came here to this land.
Tough, Masculine, Scarred, yet friendly, Xan has now become used to the simple life on this land, making friends and letting his guard down.
Standing at 15 feet tall, with bright glowing golden eyes, a fierce gaze, wild spikey red mane, black scales with red underside, calling him tall would almost be an understatement.