Xavis knows only one thing - War.
Living on Gor Naga teaches you that everything in life is a fight. It's a fight to eat, a fight to sleep, a fight to travel, a fight to breathe. If you want anything, you must take it. If you don't, you will find yourself dead, poor, or the slave of someone more powerful than you. Xavis knows this all to well.
Xavis is strong, but was caught at a young age before he was fully developed. He was forced into the servitude of Lord Onsla, a Sith known for his great wrath and cruelty. He was thrown into pits, forced to fight in order to live. He seared the faces of his slaves and attached bone masks, anchoring them into the skulls of his subjects. This way all would know who belongs to Onsla, and all who belong to Onsla would only see death when gazing upon their reflection. When Onsla wanted to wage war on another Sith, his bone-faced slave army was sent on a death march to weaken the enemy's forces. Some, like Xavis, always found a way to survive.
Learning to rely only on his own body, Xavis grew into a savage fighter with little remorse. This result is exactly what Lord Onsla had hoped for, that slaves would rise above and prove themselves worthy of being an apprentice, worthy of being called Sith. It's Xavis's time to prove himself.
Green, scaly skin. Symmetric horns on all sides of his face, bone-like plate covering the front of his skin, vertical slit pupils, membranous eyelids.
About two meters tall, extremely muscular. Wears literal rags around his body and has no shoes. The only item of value he has is his exoglove.