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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. | 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. | ||
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Revision as of 09:09, 3 June 2011
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.
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