Xiphos, at a couple months old, was a very cheery individual. He had blissful ignorance, and his life was simple. One night, as they traveled further into the wilderness surrounding their territory to gather as many plants as they could, a non-specific theropod attacked his pack. He cannot recall which kind of which individual, because the trauma will leave him in a babbling state of terror. As Xiphos attempted to get a swipe in, he stumbled and stunned his mother Dodo, allowing the theropod to kill her slowly. As she died, she told Xiphos that he was on his way to being a leader. As what was left of the tribe amid the chaos retreated, he was told that his father had last been seen being bitten by the theropod whilst mourning, and then vanished. Suddenly, the blissful ignorance of the adolescent mind shattered to reveal a dark, depressing truth. Since then, as his intelligence grew, so did his hatred of himself. He saw his claw not as a tool or a weapon, but a murderer. He now cradles all that is left of his tribe, seeing them as a distant, shadowy family. But although he isn't as bonded to them, he thinks of them as the only family left. He is the main individual holding the entire pack together, with his caring about everyone in it. He sees himself as a monster who repulsed those who loved him and left himself with an unfamiliar world. Only time will tell if he will ever learn. He also sees theropods like the one who changed his world as harbringers of the cold, dark truth, which they will use as a weapon. But, in reality, the one who attacked them was just attempting to claim territory. When nearby them, he feels like a cockroach; an insignificant pest, and he believes himself to be so.
