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Xavior

2011-06-07T09:57:19Z

Xavior:

{{exiles
|picture=xavior.jpg
|name=Xavior
|position=
|grandfather=Leaman (Deceased)
|mother=Leila (Deceased)
|father=Xanvor
|siblings=Xeila (Deceased), Livorn (Deceased)
|children=
|friends= Uncle Evian, Cousin Errson
|playedby= Patrick Petitjean
|livejournal=http://ncxavior.livejournal.com/}}

== Prologue ==
<center>[[Image:xavior3.jpg|200px]]</center>

Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

== Description ==
<center>[[Image:xavior2.jpg|200px]]</center>

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==

<center>[[Image:xavior7.jpg|250px]]</center>

Xavior is a mellow fellow, somewhat quiet, somewhat reserved, but kind and friendly. He’s the first one up every morning and likely the last one to bed at night. Sleep isn’t a priority. A lot of times he’ll take off on his own on some mission or another, which usually entails hunting, fishing, scavenging, or creating one his stone xylophone-like instruments. The man has been a scavenger since the day he learned to crawl, clambering over rocks and burrowing into their coveted caches of treasure, which he eventually learned to hide deep in a winding path of rocks that eventually comes together in one mother stone, creating a small canopy cave where he can store all his secrets, some of which simply include thoughts kept close.

This difficult life has been hard on Xavior’s family, leaving only his uncle and cousin as sole living close relatives. There are likely links to many of the other exiles, but they’ve been well lost in time and miscellaneous trysts. Possibly this is what has led to a lot of the man’s willingness to remain aloof from the pack. Even with his penchant to enjoy his moments of solitude, his first priority every waking day is to assure food for the mouths of all the island’s inhabitants. It’s his greatest joy beyond those secret treasures.

His third greatest would be the very few books that were brought over by his family which he treasures and has read so often some of the pages have become loose from their binding. These he stores amongst his great finds.

<center>[[Image:xavior6.jpg|250px]]</center>

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

Xavior

2011-06-05T10:28:38Z

Xavior:

{{exiles
|picture=xavior.jpg
|name=Xavior
|position=
|grandfather=Leaman (Deceased)
|mother=Leila (Deceased)
|father=Xanvor
|siblings=Xeila (Deceased), Livorn (Deceased)
|children=
|friends=
|playedby= Patrick Petitjean
|livejournal=http://ncxavior.livejournal.com/}}

== Prologue ==
<center>[[Image:xavior3.jpg|200px]]</center>

Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

== Description ==
<center>[[Image:xavior2.jpg|200px]]</center>

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==

<center>[[Image:xavior7.jpg|250px]]</center>

Xavior is a mellow fellow, somewhat quiet, somewhat reserved, but kind and friendly. He’s the first one up every morning and likely the last one to bed at night. Sleep isn’t a priority. A lot of times he’ll take off on his own on some mission or another, which usually entails hunting, fishing, scavenging, or creating one his stone xylophone-like instruments. The man has been a scavenger since the day he learned to crawl, clambering over rocks and burrowing into their coveted caches of treasure, which he eventually learned to hide deep in a winding path of rocks that eventually comes together in one mother stone, creating a small canopy cave where he can store all his secrets, some of which simply include thoughts kept close.

This difficult life has been hard on Xavior’s family, leaving only his uncle and cousin as sole living close relatives. There are likely links to many of the other exiles, but they’ve been well lost in time and miscellaneous trysts. Possibly this is what has led to a lot of the man’s willingness to remain aloof from the pack. Even with his penchant to enjoy his moments of solitude, his first priority every waking day is to assure food for the mouths of all the island’s inhabitants. It’s his greatest joy beyond those secret treasures.

His third greatest would be the very few books that were brought over by his family which he treasures and has read so often some of the pages have become loose from their binding. These he stores amongst his great finds.

<center>[[Image:xavior6.jpg|250px]]</center>

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

Xavior

2011-06-05T10:27:32Z

Xavior:

{{exiles
|picture=xavior.jpg
|name=Xavior
|position=
|grandfather=Leaman
|mother=Leila
|father=Xanvor
|siblings=Xeila (Deceased), Livorn (Deceased)
|children=
|friends=
|playedby= Patrick Petitjean
|livejournal=http://ncxavior.livejournal.com/}}

== Prologue ==
<center>[[Image:xavior3.jpg|200px]]</center>

Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

== Description ==
<center>[[Image:xavior2.jpg|200px]]</center>

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==

<center>[[Image:xavior7.jpg|250px]]</center>

Xavior is a mellow fellow, somewhat quiet, somewhat reserved, but kind and friendly. He’s the first one up every morning and likely the last one to bed at night. Sleep isn’t a priority. A lot of times he’ll take off on his own on some mission or another, which usually entails hunting, fishing, scavenging, or creating one his stone xylophone-like instruments. The man has been a scavenger since the day he learned to crawl, clambering over rocks and burrowing into their coveted caches of treasure, which he eventually learned to hide deep in a winding path of rocks that eventually comes together in one mother stone, creating a small canopy cave where he can store all his secrets, some of which simply include thoughts kept close.

This difficult life has been hard on Xavior’s family, leaving only his uncle and cousin as sole living close relatives. There are likely links to many of the other exiles, but they’ve been well lost in time and miscellaneous trysts. Possibly this is what has led to a lot of the man’s willingness to remain aloof from the pack. Even with his penchant to enjoy his moments of solitude, his first priority every waking day is to assure food for the mouths of all the island’s inhabitants. It’s his greatest joy beyond those secret treasures.

His third greatest would be the very few books that were brought over by his family which he treasures and has read so often some of the pages have become loose from their binding. These he stores amongst his great finds.

<center>[[Image:xavior6.jpg|250px]]</center>

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

Xavior

2011-06-05T10:26:47Z

Xavior:

{{exiles
|picture=xavior.jpg
|name=Xavior
|position=
|grandfather=Leaman
|mother=Leila
|father=Xanvor
|siblings=Xeila (Deceased), Livorn (Deceased)
|children=
|friends=
|playedby= Patrick Petitjean
|livejournal=}} http://ncxavior.livejournal.com/

== Prologue ==
<center>[[Image:xavior3.jpg|200px]]</center>

Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

== Description ==
<center>[[Image:xavior2.jpg|200px]]</center>

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==

<center>[[Image:xavior7.jpg|250px]]</center>

Xavior is a mellow fellow, somewhat quiet, somewhat reserved, but kind and friendly. He’s the first one up every morning and likely the last one to bed at night. Sleep isn’t a priority. A lot of times he’ll take off on his own on some mission or another, which usually entails hunting, fishing, scavenging, or creating one his stone xylophone-like instruments. The man has been a scavenger since the day he learned to crawl, clambering over rocks and burrowing into their coveted caches of treasure, which he eventually learned to hide deep in a winding path of rocks that eventually comes together in one mother stone, creating a small canopy cave where he can store all his secrets, some of which simply include thoughts kept close.

This difficult life has been hard on Xavior’s family, leaving only his uncle and cousin as sole living close relatives. There are likely links to many of the other exiles, but they’ve been well lost in time and miscellaneous trysts. Possibly this is what has led to a lot of the man’s willingness to remain aloof from the pack. Even with his penchant to enjoy his moments of solitude, his first priority every waking day is to assure food for the mouths of all the island’s inhabitants. It’s his greatest joy beyond those secret treasures.

His third greatest would be the very few books that were brought over by his family which he treasures and has read so often some of the pages have become loose from their binding. These he stores amongst his great finds.

<center>[[Image:xavior6.jpg|250px]]</center>

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

HRW:Faces

2011-06-03T10:46:44Z

Xavior:

<center>[[Image:hathaway1.jpg|100px|link=Addiene|Anne Hathaway]] [[Image:ledoyen.jpg|100px|link=Adissa|Virginie Ledoyen]] [[Image:jovovich.jpg|100px|link=Aleis|Milla Jovovich]] [[Image:cavill.png|100px|link=Anvori|Henry Cavill]] [[Image:affleck.jpg|100px|link=A'son|Ben Affleck]] [[Image:felton.jpg|100px|link=Azzarion|Tom Felton]]

[[Image:ulliel.png|100px|link=B'tal|Gaspard Ulliel]] [[Image:Naveen.png|100px|link=Celadion|Naveen Andrews]] [[Image:pace.png|100px|link=Chauncey|Lee Pace]] [[Image:hartnett.png|100px|link=Derecho|Josh Hartnett]] [[Image:barr.jpg|100px|link=Devaki|Matt Barr]] [[Image:hyun.png|100px|link=Edeline|Jeon Ji Hyun]]

[[Image:otherguy.jpg|100px|link=E'dre|Wu Chun]] [[Image:watson.png|100px|link=Emmeline|Emma Watson]] [[Image:masson.jpg|100px|link=Evali|Lesly Masson]] [[Image:penikett.jpg|100px|link=Fitz|Tahmoh Penikett]] [[Image:guy.jpg|100px|link=G'brion|Some Other Guy]] [[Image:skarsgard.jpg|100px|link=Garrick|Alexander Skarsgård]]

[[Image:adams.png|100px|link=Gisele|Amy Adams]] [[Image:hedlund.png|100px|link=Gr'kaif|Garrett Hedlund]] [[Image:hathaway2.jpg|100px|link=Harlow|Anne Hathaway]] [[Image:cohan.jpg|100px|link=Iabri|Lauren Cohan]] [[Image:clooney.png|100px|link=I'daur|George Clooney]] [[Image:kwon.png|100px|link=Ienavi|Yuri Kwon]]

[[Image:helfer.jpg|100px|link=Inviere|Tricia Helfer]] [[Image:egerton.jpg|100px|link=Iolene|Tamsin Egerton]] [[Image:othergirl.jpg|100px|link=Jaeni|Some Girl]] [[Image:bruhl.png|100px|link=Jaques|Daniel Brühl]] [[Image:matthias.jpg|100px|link=K'del|Matthias Schweighöfer]] [[Image:quinto.png|100px|link=Khorde|Zachary Quinto]]

[[Image:ruffalo.png|100px|link=K'ndro|Mark Ruffalo]] [[Image:swanepoel.jpg|100px|link=Laiyele|Candice Swanepoel]] [[Image:lion.jpg|100px|link=Leova|Some Lion]] [[Image:lina-square.png|100px|link=Lina|Rachel McAdams]][[Image:hansen.jpg|100px|link=L'sen|Ryan Hansen]] [[Image:young.jpg|100px|link=L'vae|Will Young]]

[[Image:girl.jpg|100px|link=Madilla|Some Other Girl]] [[Image:kohyunjung.jpg|100px|link=Meara|Ko Hyun Jung]] [[Image:seyfried.jpg|100px|link=Mievne|Amanda Seyfried]] [[Image:mara.jpg|100px|link=Milani|Kate Mara]] [[Image:stevenson.png|100px|link=N'thei|Ray Stevenson]] [[Image:burtonhill.jpg|100px|link=Nyavah|Clemency Burton-Hill]]

[[Image:braga.jpg|100px|link=Ofelia|Alice Braga]] [[Image:king.jpg|100px|link=Persie|Jaime King]] [[Image:knightley.png|100px|link=Phedre|Keira Knightley]] [[Image:damian.png|100px|link=Raum|Damian Lewis]] [[Image:fox.jpg|100px|link=Rhaelyn|Megan Fox]] [[Image:kane.png|100px|link=R'hin|Christian Kane]]

[[Image:lawrence.jpg|100px|link=Riahla|Jennifer Lawrence]] [[Image:romanova.jpg|100px|link=Rilka|Christina Romanova]] [[Image:OliviaWilde.jpg|100px|link=Riorde|Olivia Wilde]][[Image:harris.jpg|100px|link=Riye|Laura Harris]] [[Image:berninger.png|100px|link=Rorkes|Matt Berninger]] [[Image:flowers.jpg|100px|link=R'uen|Brandon Flowers]]

[[Image:jay.jpg|100px|link=Saliqa|Anjali Jay]] [[Image:dormer.jpg|100px|link=Satiet|Natalie Dormer]] [[Image:ronan.png|100px|link=Silarra|Saoirse Ronan]] [[Image:glau.jpg|100px|link=Suireh|Summer Glau]][[Image:taikrin.jpg|100px|link=Taikrin|Eliza Dushku]] [[Image:poesy.jpg|100px|link=Teris|Clémence Poésy]]

[[Image:evagreen.png|100px|link=Tiriana|Eva Green]] [[Image:butler.jpg|100px|link=Tisdan|Gerard Butler]] [[Image:mitchell.jpg|100px|link=Tomaeran|Luke Mitchell]] [[Image:freeman.jpg|100px|link=U'sot|Morgan Freeman]] [[Image:park.jpg|100px|link=Val|Park Si-Yeon]] [[Image:gabel.jpg|100px|link=V'teri|Seth Gabel]]

[[Image:ulrich.jpg|100px|link=W'chek|Skeet Ulrich]] [[Image:ginzburg.jpg|100px|link=Warucori|Esti Ginzburg]] [[Image:belle.png|100px|link=Yuliye|Camilla Belle]] [[Image:diesel.jpg|100px|link=Z'yi|Vin Diesel]] [[Image:Xavior5.jpg|80px|link=Xavior|Patrick Petitjean]]

And special guest:
[[Image:numbersix.jpg|100px|link=Leova|Lucy Lawless as #6]]</center>

{{HRW}}

Xavior

2011-06-03T09:59:38Z

Xavior: /* Background */

{{exiles
|picture=xavior.jpg
|name=Xavior
|position=
|grandfather=Leaman
|mother=Leila
|father=Xanvor
|siblings=Xeila (Deceased), Livorn (Deceased)
|children=
|friends=
|playedby= Patrick Petitjean
|livejournal=}}

== Prologue ==
<center>[[Image:xavior3.jpg|200px]]</center>

Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

== Description ==
<center>[[Image:xavior2.jpg|200px]]</center>

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==

<center>[[Image:xavior7.jpg|250px]]</center>

Xavior is a mellow fellow, somewhat quiet, somewhat reserved, but kind and friendly. He’s the first one up every morning and likely the last one to bed at night. Sleep isn’t a priority. A lot of times he’ll take off on his own on some mission or another, which usually entails hunting, fishing, scavenging, or creating one his stone xylophone-like instruments. The man has been a scavenger since the day he learned to crawl, clambering over rocks and burrowing into their coveted caches of treasure, which he eventually learned to hide deep in a winding path of rocks that eventually comes together in one mother stone, creating a small canopy cave where he can store all his secrets, some of which simply include thoughts kept close.

This difficult life has been hard on Xavior’s family, leaving only his uncle and cousin as sole living close relatives. There are likely links to many of the other exiles, but they’ve been well lost in time and miscellaneous trysts. Possibly this is what has led to a lot of the man’s willingness to remain aloof from the pack. Even with his penchant to enjoy his moments of solitude, his first priority every waking day is to assure food for the mouths of all the island’s inhabitants. It’s his greatest joy beyond those secret treasures.

His third greatest would be the very few books that were brought over by his family which he treasures and has read so often some of the pages have become loose from their binding. These he stores amongst his great finds.

<center>[[Image:xavior6.jpg|250px]]</center>

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

Xavior

2011-06-03T09:54:58Z

Xavior: /* Background */

{{exiles
|picture=xavior.jpg
|name=Xavior
|position=
|grandfather=Leaman
|mother=Leila
|father=Xanvor
|siblings=Xeila (Deceased), Livorn (Deceased)
|children=
|friends=
|playedby= Patrick Petitjean
|livejournal=}}

== Prologue ==
<center>[[Image:xavior3.jpg|200px]]</center>

Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

== Description ==
<center>[[Image:xavior2.jpg|200px]]</center>

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==

<center>[[Image:xavior7.jpg|250px]]</center>

Xavior is a mellow fellow, somewhat quiet, somewhat reserved, but kind and friendly. He’s the first one up every morning and likely the last one to bed at night. Sleep isn’t a priority. A lot of times he’ll take off on his own on some mission or another, which usually entails hunting, fishing, scavenging, or creating one his stone xylophone-like instruments. The man has been a scavenger since the day he learned to crawl, clambering over rocks and burrowing into their secret caches of treasure, which he eventually learned to hide deep in a winding path of rocks that eventually comes together in one mother stone, creating a small canopy cave where he can store all his secrets, some of which simply include thoughts kept close.

This difficult life has been hard on Xavior’s family, leaving only his uncle and cousin as sole living relatives. There are likely links to many of the other exiles, but they’ve been well lost in time. Possibly this is what has led to a lot of the man’s willingness to remain aloof from the pack. Even with his penchant to enjoy his moments of solitude, his first priority every waking day is to assure food for the mouths of all the island’s inhabitants. It’s his greatest joy beyond those secret treasures.

His second greatest would be the very few books that were brought over by his family which he treasures and has read so often some of the pages have become loose from their binding. These he stores amongst his great finds.

<center>[[Image:xavior6.jpg|250px]]</center>

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

Xavior

2011-06-03T09:24:05Z

Xavior:

{{exiles
|picture=xavior.jpg
|name=Xavior
|position=
|grandfather=Leaman
|mother=Leila
|father=Xanvor
|siblings=Xeila (Deceased), Livorn (Deceased)
|children=
|friends=
|playedby= Patrick Petitjean
|livejournal=}}

== Prologue ==
<center>[[Image:xavior3.jpg|200px]]</center>

Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

== Description ==
<center>[[Image:xavior2.jpg|200px]]</center>

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==

<center>[[Image:xavior7.jpg|250px]]</center>

Xavior is a mellow fellow, somewhat quiet, somewhat reserved, but kind and friendly. He’s the first one up every morning and likely the last one up at night. Sleep isn’t a priority. A lot of times he’ll take off on his own on some mission or another, which usually entails hunting, fishing, scavenging, or creating one his stone xylophone-like instruments. The man has been a scavenger since the day he learned to crawl, clambering over rocks and burrowing into their secret caches of treasure, which he eventually learned to hide deep in a winding path of rocks that eventually comes together in one mother stone, creating a small canopy cave where he can store all his secrets, some of which simply include thoughts kept close.

This difficult life has been hard on Xavior’s family, leaving only his uncle and cousin as sole living relatives. There are likely links to many of the other exiles, but they’ve been well lost in time. Possibly this is what has led to a lot of the man’s willingness to remain aloof from the pack. Even with his penchant to enjoy his moments of solitude, his first priority every waking day is to assure food for the mouths of all the island’s inhabitants. It’s his greatest joy beyond those secret treasures.

His second greatest would be the very few books that were brought over by his family which he treasures and has read so often some of the pages have become loose from their binding. These he stores amongst his great finds.

<center>[[Image:xavior6.jpg|250px]]</center>

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

Xavior

2011-06-03T09:17:52Z

Xavior: /* Background */

Xavior

2011-06-03T09:16:27Z

Xavior: /* Background */

File:Xavior7.jpg

2011-06-03T09:14:13Z

Xavior:

File:Xavior6.jpg

2011-06-03T09:13:53Z

Xavior:

Xavior

2011-06-03T09:09:59Z

Xavior: /* Background */

Xavior

2011-06-03T09:07:01Z

Xavior: /* Prologue */

File:Xavior.jpg

2011-06-03T08:35:20Z

Xavior: uploaded a new version of "File:Xavior.jpg"

File:Xavior3.jpg

2011-06-03T08:26:55Z

Xavior:

Xavior

2011-06-03T08:24:58Z

Xavior:

Xavior

2011-06-03T08:22:48Z

Xavior: /* Description */

{{exiles
|picture=xavior2.jpg
|name=Xavior
|position=
|grandfather=Leaman
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== Prologue ==

== Description ==
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Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==
Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. No one even really knows exactly where it links to, what Hold, what name, none of it. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

{{HRW}}

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[[category:Western Islands]]
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[[category:Bloods]]

Xavior

2011-06-03T08:09:16Z

Xavior:

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== Prologue ==

== Description ==

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==
Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. No one even really knows exactly where it links to, what Hold, what name, none of it. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

{{HRW}}

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File:Xavior2.jpg

2011-06-03T08:08:15Z

Xavior:

Xavior

2011-06-03T08:07:33Z

Xavior:

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== Prologue ==

== Description ==

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==
Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. No one even really knows exactly where it links to, what Hold, what name, none of it. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

File:Xavior.jpg

2011-06-03T07:57:56Z

Xavior:

Xavior

2011-06-03T07:47:31Z

Xavior:

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|playedby=
|livejournal=}}

== Prologue ==

== Description ==

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==
Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. No one even really knows exactly where it links to, what Hold, what name, none of it. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]

Xavior

2011-06-03T07:39:10Z

Xavior: /* Description */

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== Prologue ==

== Description ==

Eternally bronzed skin wraps tight about a narrow skull, cutting keen angles to whittle a primate profile, most of which is buried beneath a prolific hirsute mask. Shaggy thick umber brows cap vivid cerulean almond shaped eyes, yet overshadowed by unkempt sunwashed mahogany locks that have been carelessly shorn to a willow of on-again off-again dreads. Tall and sometimes frighteningly lean, his musculature weighs in on the compact sort smelt from a hard life lived upon a pile of rocks.

== Background ==
Xavior's family hails from a very very old link to a bloodline, that is so distant, and so old, and so convoluted by this point that it really doesn't matter to any of the surviving relatives. No one even really knows exactly where it links to, what Hold, what name, none of it. All that is known to Xavior is that his great grandfather caught the wrong end of a bad deal that ended with him and all his children, and their children being tossed onto the island. The /why/ never mattered to him, so he never bothered to ask. The whys of life are tedious, especially when linked to the 'whom', 'when', and 'wheres'. Today, tomorrow, and the whimsical past found in books are the only concerns of Xavior.

{{HRW}}

[[category:exiles]]
[[category:Western Islands]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Bloods]]