Xathanor

ONCE AGAIN HE'S SUCH AN OLD OC with SUPER OLD ART AND WRITING OF MINE

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[ C U R I O S I T Y ] 

Name: Xathanor
Gender: Male
Species: Alien
Age: Unknown
Voice Depiction: Unknown
Hair: N/A
Eyes: Emerald green
Complexion: Deep mahogany; with pale pink markings
Height-Weight-Build: 24' - 36,000 - Fit | Lean
Traits: Compassionate | Eerie | Intelligent | Serious | Talkative
Skills-Abilities: Multilingual | Hyperthymesia
Job: N/A
Loves: Books | Freedom | Space
Dislikes: Entrapment | Fighting | Imbeciles
Side Note: Holds an insane fascination with stars and space
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Do you look into the stars at night? Don't they make you feel free? 

Data Log - First arrival
Location: Roswell, New Mexico
Date: June 7th 1947
Information: Unidentified Flying object crash landed, nothing found around crash site landing other than 'protoplasm' and bits hard iron like material.

Data Log
Location: Roswell, New Mexico
Date: June 8th 1947
Information: We have finally followed up on the trailed of impact; we have collected samples of the crash slide and now have come upon a large mass of iron like debris wedged into the Earths surface, positive that this is the aircraft but it looks more like a cocoon. Inside the large cocoon like object contains protoplasm. Even though evidence of life around crash site is negative.

Data Log
Location: Roswell, New Mexico
Date: June 10th 1947
Information: 23 miles from crash site we traced a trail of UV protoplasmic into the mountains. An inhabitant was located and seized; further information upon inhabitant will be reported and kept in Government base. Crashed aircraft has been hidden upon site; now known as Area 51. End Data Log, First Arrival


Data Log - So it lives
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: June 19th 1947
Information: Nine days after capture the specimen lives but eyes have not opened perhaps in a state of recovery; it sustained major damage from crash. We noted that the specimen still has chunks of the 'cocoon' material around its hide. Right now we can run measurements and physical notes upon it, as it is not fully awake while in this state. Eyes; nostrils, and mouth are almost sealed shut with an protoplasmic serum. The specimen's main hide color consist of a mahogany red; markings have been studied color of markings is pale pink. Markings only shown under eyes; down face and traces the spine till it reaches the tip of the tail. A strange pattern of the pale markings lies on the specimens chest cavity; and on its arms up till the elbow.
The specimen is approximately 24ft long from tip of snout to end of tail. Weight approximately 18 Metric Tons (36,000 pounds). Long slender body; no legs but it contains a human like torso with arms that contain suspicious claws. Skull structure; is unusual, almost that of a bull terrier's.Rounds at the top,comes to a sudden stop and a sharp angle for the end of the snout.

Data Log
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: June 26th 1947
Information: Specimen's condition has not improved or declined; if no sign of progress is made soon an attempt at autopsy will take place.

Data Log
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: June 30th 1947
Information: Specimen's eyes have opened; no movement from body; but a sign of improvement, pupils follow everyone's movement that is around its body. Eyes dilate upon light and dark changes in holding room. Eyes are emerald green; pupils are slitted of that of a serpent. It constantly watches us; no and very rare occurrence of blinks here and there.

Data Log
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: July 7th 1947
Information: Specimens nostrils have opened;chest cavity is moving with noticeable respiration. Damage from the crash has also been healing; while the bits of 'cocoon' have melted away and protoplasmic serum around jaws seem to be evaporating and dripping away as well in unison. A few hours later I am adding to this data log; specimen's jaw is now fully movable; serum has vanished but it is still not moving, only the tip of its tail is curling and uncurling.

Data Log - Understand us?
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: July 9th 1947
Information: Specimen has been awake for 1 1/2 weeks now. Body is moving; no human life can enter the holding area. The specimen refuses to eat the food delivered safely by machines. Meanwhile the machines monitoring heart rate; and vitals are still attached. It has noticed this but done nothing about it. Even as time passes it has not moved off of the main stage we placed it for study. It has propped itself up and just sits there; perhaps it is not fully recovered, there still are minor wounds around its hide. It spends it's time looking at us through the 26 inch thick glass; its pupils narrow slits. We have a speaker on that allows it to hear what we are saying. Its eyes always follows the individual who is talking behind the glass. Perhaps it understands that we are talking about its life.

Data Log
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: July 10th 1947
Information: One of our youngest but most prestigious scientists; Steven was trying to communicate with the specimen while we where busy. He asked it a few questions. most went unanswered but when he asked it what its name was it replied with a series of clicks and gurgles. We may have no idea of what it spoke; but we are excited that it is now communicating with us. But can it understand us is the question we need answered. And the all important question of do you come in peace is important and on the rise of being asked.

Data Log
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: July 13th 1947
Information: We noticed that the presence of our young scientist Steven the creatures eyes relax into large round pupils. With this we sent him in to communicate with the specimen; placed blocks in front of it and observed if it could solve the simple puzzle. It did not touch the items until he was out of the holding area and next to us watching through the glass. Within a few moments the puzzles were solved and all the blocks where in the correct holes; we tried this experiment again but this time with colors. Once again it completed the task with ease. On a side note the specimen was fascinated with the blocks that looked like stars. Soon after we placed various food items in it's holding area. An assortment of fruit and vegetables and a few cuts of meat; pork, beef, chicken and fish. It examined the food for some time before devouring each item whole. But only after a few nips of taste tests were done. We noted the creature's large teeth; they curved backwards like that of an anaconda. We also took note on its eyes changing. Its relaxed; calm state had it showing large pupils that are eerily adorable. While eating and any negative feels or emotions caused it's pupils to be slitted like that of a serpent.

Data Log - It talks!
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: July 27th 1947
Information: Doing our usual routines with the specimen we heard something that we could not believe. It spoke; English, not so clear but is spoke a word! The same intern that got it to respond with clicks and gurgles was saying hello as his shift started; and it spoke back! It was a rough and deep grumble of a word; but it said Hello! This is amazing; it is learning our language! Perhaps that is what it was doing all this time, listening to us while it was recovering learning each word and placing it in its primary index of language! Absolutely amazing!

Data Log
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: August 19th 1947
Information: Almost a month has past since the specimen had spoke its first English word; and now it is practically fluent! It can identify colors, animals, land masses, weather, anything a normal human can. Its brain is like a sponge. We are scheduling a date of when we can run blood tests and skin samples. After that we will ask it questions now that it understands our language correctly.

Data Log - Test Time
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: August 27th 1947
Information: Today we ran tests upon our visitor; we didn't want any incidents so we used a few Elephant tranquilizers on it. We shot five at it and kept it running through it until it was over. It wasn't happy about not being told; it spoke somewhat in English and in its language when it was shot the first few times. But we are sure it will forget this after all is done and over with. We ran into some issues with the testing; we couldn't get the needles through its hide far enough to draw blood. And the skin samples did not work either; we could not get a small slice cut. It seems we underestimated its defensive capabilities. The X-rays did not work either; for some reason the Protoplasmic serum that seems to run through its body deflects the radiation rays and made our machine shut down. This is trouble some...the tranquilizers and anesthesia is fading and we had not learned anything, and it might of cost us the small bond we had made.

Data Log - This IS troubling
Location: Classified; Home Base
Date: September 8th 1947
Information: After it awoke from its unwanted testing it did not speak it just stared at the glass; directly at us with its pupils slitted narrow. We have also noted that the specimen had scratched writing on the walls of its holding area. We have not went in to try and read them; it is deemed to dangerous. Though with that obstacle present today we ran a series of questions with it; asking everything we could, the feed that you are about to watch may be disturbing the events recorded are 100% accurate of the events and its reactions. The questions where asked by the scientist Steven; being as he had previously the strongest connection with the specimen. But even then the specimen seemed very agitated.


*Video Feed Loading*

Steven enters the frame and sits in front of the glass while the specimen is in the holding area staring intently at his movements. Steven stared at the specimen for a few seconds before greeting, "Hello there, today I will be asking a few questions like when we first met. First off what is your name?"

The specimen studies Steven before opening its maw and answering in a deep disgruntled voice. "Xathanor is my name you can call me by..." Xathanor's body language is different in this video then previous small recordings of surveillance. The tip of its tail is slightly trashing about while its arms are folded over its chest. Indicating it does not want to communicate.

Steven smiles wide at the answer;"So Xathanor, what a nice name. Are you a male or female, or are you neither or both?" Steven jolts down a few notes before looking back up at Xathanor. Staring intently at Steven; Xathanor opens its maw again this time pushing the answer from its throat turning it into a deep almost growl. "I am male; at least that is how your planet labels my sex..." Steven smiles; and jolts down a few other notes on the subject.

"So tell me Xathanor, Are there others like yourself?" Steven shifts around in his seat somewhat fidgeting awaiting suspense-fully for a reply. No noticeable or recorded response from Xathanor.

Steven speaks closer to the mic; "Did you hear my questions Xathanor?" Steven sits back calmly. Xathanor narrows his eyes slightly, before opening his maw. "There is only one of me..." Steven's tilts his head in bewilderment. "ok? Moving on; could you explain to me what you are?"

"You humes will never learn...there is no way to explain what I am...books; myth; fable; religion perhaps..." Xathanor is cut off by Steven's voice. "I dont understand; could you please answer the question?" It is noticeable that Steven's voice carries a troubled tone.

Xathanor fiddles with his claws and lets out a few clicks before answering in our coherent language."Steven please answer my question..." Steven tries to reply but is cut off by Xathanor yet again, "Dont you look up into the stars at night? Dont they make you feel free? They make me feel free...but I haven't been able to look into them for such a long time now...since I landed here actually. I can barely move in this holding area; you have me hooked up into machines; you have drugged me and tried to learn about me without permission...and you have the audacity to ask me these questions...So answer my questions now, do you feel free and do you know how I feel"

Xathanor slightly smiles at Steven; as if showing the humans emotion of happiness. Steven stares at Xathanor for a bit before answering; his hands fidgeting; he is nervous. "I feel free; in my land we are all free. Now your body language says to me that you are calm, stoic; and your smile says you are content. But how you are talking tells me that your not happy-" Before Steven could continue Xathanor cuts him off.

"I am not happy; you are correct...I am furious at your species; land of the Free, if this is land of the free why did you capture me. Why are you keeping me from the stars; I dont understand the brain function of you fledglings..." It is noticeable Xathanor is growing impatient and frustrated. Steven adjusts his tie; "Because we are trying to help you; learn what you are and how we can help you-" Steven is cut off yet again.

"You say you are wanting to help me; I do not want help, you do not care to view me as a higher ranked being you will look upon me as a threat; and to tell you the truth I do not like it here...I want out...and if you wont let me out...I will leave by force." Before Steven could respond Xathanor ripped himself from the machines and launched his body at the glass barrier; sending a rippling crack through it. Stevens falls out of his chair in a daze of hysteria.

Xathanor flings his mass into the glass again; crashing through it. Alarms set off and screaming is heard in the background. The room is now flashing red; on and off in sync with the alarms and sirens. Steven jumps out of the way of Xathanor's path knocking over the camera. The last scene shows Xathanor smashing the camera lens with his tail. No video feed can be seen white noise; all the video has now is a recording of the noise, sirens and screams of people in the base.

ERROR 14-8963.20 Video Feed ending! Video Feed corrupt beyond this point!
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All evidence of Xathanor's existence have been classified beyond top secret. All samples were destroyed or damaged beyond repair during Xathanor's escape. The only proof we have of him are these files; clips; video and the scratching on the walls in his hold area. They trouble us and spread concern through our mind. They all read "You act like gods in the face of a true one" We have not located this alien since that incident of escaping. There has been no reported sightings of him; even to this present day.

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