Post by sith on Mar 4, 2007 21:09:07 GMT -5
your name:
Sith (sith)
other characters RPed on DRA:
None
character:
name:
Xavier
age:
18
gender:
Male
race:
Human
allegiance:
Varden.
He believes that the Empire has gone too far with their control, and wants to liberate the people that have suffered under its reign. Thus, Xavier sides with the Varden, enthusiastic about their cause.
description:
Xavier's attire is simple: black pants along with a black tunic. He has no cloak, finding it a hassle to keep up with. Dark brown, shaggy hair usually covers his eyes. Although it obscures his vision, he finds it helpful when others cannot tell what he is thinking by looking at his dark green eyes, which usually do tell his emotion. His eyes are deep set and are normally of a dark green hue. The shape of his face is a bit stocky; his cheeks are filled out and his chin is more round.
Xavier roughly stands at six feet two inches. His weight is approximately 149 pounds. He is very long and lean. His neck is longer than most, which leads to others calling him giraffe-like. Since he is training, his upper body is stronger than his lower body. His arms are becoming more defined along with his legs, somewhat.
With him, he always carries his bow-and-arrow along with a quiver filled with numerous arrows. Along with that, he has a small dagger that is always in his right pocket.
personality:
Xavier is usually laid back. He keeps his thoughts to himself for the most part, although will share his thoughts when topics are discussed about bringing down the Empire. His devotion right now is into training to become the best warrior for the Varden; however, he has quite a long way to go. Patience for training is not something he obtains, no matter how hard he tries or wishes he had patience for training like he had for making arrows. Determination, however, is what drives him.
When he's not training or making arrows, he is joking around or playing pranks. Xavier loves a good laugh, and is normally pleasant; he also tends to smile a lot. Although he maybe considered nice, Xavier is very hard to befriend. His trust in others is very thin. He still does not fully trust anyone in the Varden. He has few friends, but Xavier isn't the one to worry about how many friends he has.
history:
Xavier was born into a peasant family. Although they weren't rich in money, he can recall many times when both his mother and father would say they were the richest family in the whole town. He lived a good life, no complaints. Xavier learned how to farm and live off the land; his mother and father both taught him along with his sister how to hunt, trap, and finding water. He also learned much about what kind of plants would help him and what kind were harmful.
His life went along until he was eleven years old. His town experienced a wide-spread of the whooping cough. While their house was secluded from the rest, the disease crept along and hit his family. His sister caught it first, and soon died from the loss of blood. All went into spiraling depression. Xavier soon witnessed both of his parents slowly die, coughing up blood. And no matter how hard he tried to save them, it seemed that neither had much will to live.
His mother was the last to die, and after she passed on he was forced into an orphanage. Thankfully his Aunt Minette and Uncle Bach came and adopted him. After a year and a half, Xavier soon came out of his depression and quit mourning, determined to live his life. He was back to working in the fields and training horses. When his Aunt and Uncle found out about his skill for making arrows, they quickly began selling his creation.
Now that he felt like he was pulling his own weight to live in the house, he began relaxing a bit more. His life was good once again. As he grew, he began to think of leaving, starting his own life. Xavier had witnessed his Aunt and Uncle suffer from the government, and through all the years he kept his mouth shut. Having a new inspiration, on his seventeenth birthday he bid them goodbye, thanked them and left.
The Varden was on his mind, and he soon set out to find their location. After a year of wandering aimlessly, he was spotted as a threat by some people of the mountain. Taken into jail, he sat in the prison of the Varden for many months until he finally had a hearing. Although they still didn't trust him, Xavier worked hard, trying to prove himself. His work was finally paid off, and now he trains with the others in order to be a warrior in hopes to bring down the Empire.
family:
His parents are both deceased along with his sister who all died of the same sickness. Although most of his family is dead, he has two aunts and an uncle still living. Katherine is the widowed aunt and his Aunt Minette and Uncle Bach are the ones who sheltered him after the death of his parents and sister.
other:
Xavier loves to make arrows. That is his hobby, and usually does it for little money.
rp sample:
The night was dark; no moonlight streamed through the windows. In an instant the world beneath him was shattered. He watched them suffer, begging for help; and in the midst of the chaos, he was standing there, just standing there watching. They cried out but he just watched, not even reaching out to them. They had no faces, yet he knew them.
Three of them, one smaller one, obviously female, the other one older and female, and finally the last person was a male, middle-aged. He looked up, seeing the moon but soon seeing it swallowed by the dark clouds. Shouting out a prayer to anyone who would listen, Xavier turned his gaze back to them, the three who continued to cry out but were no longer visible. Nothing was visible any more, but there soon came something rumbling.
In an instant his eyes came open. His face was sweaty and his hair was matted to his forehead. Breathing rapidly, he slowly pulled back the covers. Sitting up, he cradled his head in his hands. It took him a minute to cool down before he got up. Cursing under his breath, he looked at himself in a minute. His eyes were bloodshot, as they had been every morning. And every night he had the same dream.
Taking another deep breath, Xavier pulled out his other tunic and quickly put it on before lacing up his shoes. His brown tunic had a few holes, and he inspected the numerous small holes before looking around. Going over to the basin he washed his arms, hands, and face before going back to see his reflection. Finally his eyes weren't bloodshot. Satisfied, Xavier walked out of his small room that still was carefully watched bye the dwarves due to lack of trust.
The thought brought a small smirk to his lips, but he soon hardened his features, becoming more stern and serious.
Sith (sith)
other characters RPed on DRA:
None
character:
name:
Xavier
age:
18
gender:
Male
race:
Human
allegiance:
Varden.
He believes that the Empire has gone too far with their control, and wants to liberate the people that have suffered under its reign. Thus, Xavier sides with the Varden, enthusiastic about their cause.
description:
Xavier's attire is simple: black pants along with a black tunic. He has no cloak, finding it a hassle to keep up with. Dark brown, shaggy hair usually covers his eyes. Although it obscures his vision, he finds it helpful when others cannot tell what he is thinking by looking at his dark green eyes, which usually do tell his emotion. His eyes are deep set and are normally of a dark green hue. The shape of his face is a bit stocky; his cheeks are filled out and his chin is more round.
Xavier roughly stands at six feet two inches. His weight is approximately 149 pounds. He is very long and lean. His neck is longer than most, which leads to others calling him giraffe-like. Since he is training, his upper body is stronger than his lower body. His arms are becoming more defined along with his legs, somewhat.
With him, he always carries his bow-and-arrow along with a quiver filled with numerous arrows. Along with that, he has a small dagger that is always in his right pocket.
personality:
Xavier is usually laid back. He keeps his thoughts to himself for the most part, although will share his thoughts when topics are discussed about bringing down the Empire. His devotion right now is into training to become the best warrior for the Varden; however, he has quite a long way to go. Patience for training is not something he obtains, no matter how hard he tries or wishes he had patience for training like he had for making arrows. Determination, however, is what drives him.
When he's not training or making arrows, he is joking around or playing pranks. Xavier loves a good laugh, and is normally pleasant; he also tends to smile a lot. Although he maybe considered nice, Xavier is very hard to befriend. His trust in others is very thin. He still does not fully trust anyone in the Varden. He has few friends, but Xavier isn't the one to worry about how many friends he has.
history:
Xavier was born into a peasant family. Although they weren't rich in money, he can recall many times when both his mother and father would say they were the richest family in the whole town. He lived a good life, no complaints. Xavier learned how to farm and live off the land; his mother and father both taught him along with his sister how to hunt, trap, and finding water. He also learned much about what kind of plants would help him and what kind were harmful.
His life went along until he was eleven years old. His town experienced a wide-spread of the whooping cough. While their house was secluded from the rest, the disease crept along and hit his family. His sister caught it first, and soon died from the loss of blood. All went into spiraling depression. Xavier soon witnessed both of his parents slowly die, coughing up blood. And no matter how hard he tried to save them, it seemed that neither had much will to live.
His mother was the last to die, and after she passed on he was forced into an orphanage. Thankfully his Aunt Minette and Uncle Bach came and adopted him. After a year and a half, Xavier soon came out of his depression and quit mourning, determined to live his life. He was back to working in the fields and training horses. When his Aunt and Uncle found out about his skill for making arrows, they quickly began selling his creation.
Now that he felt like he was pulling his own weight to live in the house, he began relaxing a bit more. His life was good once again. As he grew, he began to think of leaving, starting his own life. Xavier had witnessed his Aunt and Uncle suffer from the government, and through all the years he kept his mouth shut. Having a new inspiration, on his seventeenth birthday he bid them goodbye, thanked them and left.
The Varden was on his mind, and he soon set out to find their location. After a year of wandering aimlessly, he was spotted as a threat by some people of the mountain. Taken into jail, he sat in the prison of the Varden for many months until he finally had a hearing. Although they still didn't trust him, Xavier worked hard, trying to prove himself. His work was finally paid off, and now he trains with the others in order to be a warrior in hopes to bring down the Empire.
family:
His parents are both deceased along with his sister who all died of the same sickness. Although most of his family is dead, he has two aunts and an uncle still living. Katherine is the widowed aunt and his Aunt Minette and Uncle Bach are the ones who sheltered him after the death of his parents and sister.
other:
Xavier loves to make arrows. That is his hobby, and usually does it for little money.
rp sample:
The night was dark; no moonlight streamed through the windows. In an instant the world beneath him was shattered. He watched them suffer, begging for help; and in the midst of the chaos, he was standing there, just standing there watching. They cried out but he just watched, not even reaching out to them. They had no faces, yet he knew them.
Three of them, one smaller one, obviously female, the other one older and female, and finally the last person was a male, middle-aged. He looked up, seeing the moon but soon seeing it swallowed by the dark clouds. Shouting out a prayer to anyone who would listen, Xavier turned his gaze back to them, the three who continued to cry out but were no longer visible. Nothing was visible any more, but there soon came something rumbling.
In an instant his eyes came open. His face was sweaty and his hair was matted to his forehead. Breathing rapidly, he slowly pulled back the covers. Sitting up, he cradled his head in his hands. It took him a minute to cool down before he got up. Cursing under his breath, he looked at himself in a minute. His eyes were bloodshot, as they had been every morning. And every night he had the same dream.
Taking another deep breath, Xavier pulled out his other tunic and quickly put it on before lacing up his shoes. His brown tunic had a few holes, and he inspected the numerous small holes before looking around. Going over to the basin he washed his arms, hands, and face before going back to see his reflection. Finally his eyes weren't bloodshot. Satisfied, Xavier walked out of his small room that still was carefully watched bye the dwarves due to lack of trust.
The thought brought a small smirk to his lips, but he soon hardened his features, becoming more stern and serious.