Who is Xico?

The Legend of Xico: The Original Misfit

Long before the rise and fall of empires, in a forgotten corner of ancient Mexico known as Tlacoyan, there lived a warrior unlike any other — Xico. Tlacoyan, nestled between obsidian mountains and veiled in perpetual mist, was a sacred land unseen by outsiders, a place where magic still pulsed through the earth and spirits whispered through the trees. It was here that Xico was born — not of royal blood nor noble line, but marked from birth with something deeper: a soul unbound by the laws of men.

Xico was both revered and feared. They were a skilled fighter, dancer, healer, and poet — a master of many ways, none of them "correct" by the rigid codes of their time. While other warriors adorned themselves in jaguar pelts and boasted of conquest, Xico painted their face with stars and sang to the moon. Their hair was long like the river’s path, their voice like a storm in the valley, their walk neither one of pride nor shame — but of absolute presence. They wore tunics spun in sacred patterns and beads carved from volcanic glass, their body a living canvas of resistance and beauty.

In Tlacoyan, this refusal to conform was dangerous. Elders called them unfit. Priests called them unnatural. The people whispered that Xico had the heart of both a man and a woman — and the spirit of something older than either. But though they were cast out from councils and rituals, they remained in the shadows, protecting the village from curses, sickness, and even foreign invaders. Every time misfortune struck, it was Xico who stood alone against it.

Over time, a new legend formed — not of a rebel, but of a guardian. It was said that Xico had been touched by the gods, chosen to walk between worlds. Not man, not woman. Not of the past, not of the future. Just Xico — eternal, misunderstood, but powerful beyond measure.

When they finally vanished, no one saw where they went. Some say they walked into the obsidian mountains and became stone. Others say they dissolved into mist, forever watching over those who feel out of place, those who wander alone. Misfits. Burnouts. Dreamers. Fighters. The ones who refuse to fit a mold.

Now, in the modern world, Xico’s spirit returns — not in temples or scrolls, but in ink, thread, and fire. Every Misfit Burnout garment carries a piece of Xico’s essence: a challenge to the norms, a reminder that authenticity is sacred, and a beacon for anyone who's been labeled too weird, too wild, or too different to belong.

Xico is the first misfit, the ancient burnout, and the eternal symbol of defiant selfhood. Wear their mark with pride. You’re not alone. You’re part of the legend.