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[Xaviar Andre]

Andre, Xaviar

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[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px, bTable][atrb=style, word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify;border-top: 1px solid #aaaaaa; padding: 3px; line-height: 10px; text-transform:lowercase;] p e r s o n a l i t y . likes. ⚜ horseback riding ⚜ freedom ⚜ testing his fighting skills ⚜ any kind of knowledge he could learn from the topics of his interest ⚜ thievery dislikes. ⚜ imprisonment ⚜ society canons ⚜ courtly manners and nobles ⚜ stereotypes ⚜ persons who judge by mere appearance strengths. ⚜ horseback riding ⚜ weapon mastery ⚜ languages ⚜ stealing ⚜ lady-charmer ⚜ stealth ⚜ speed weaknesses. ⚜ overconfidence ⚜ tolerance of others ⚜ his horse ⚜ his pride ⚜ at least five. fears. ⚜ imprisonment ⚜ coming across women who might try to tie him into a relationship ⚜ losing his well-acquired reputation goals. ⚜ support the highest bidder ⚜ stop any kind of human emotion Xaviar is a cold man, due to his current profession he acquired such temperament since it helped him think in crucial moments and also keeping his emotions in check always helped him amidst a challenge or a battle. He has fought many battles in his life and come out of them alive, his persona and body are the clear proofs of his many battle scars, which hardened his heart and made him determined on the things he wanted in life. He will only support those who paid well for his services; otherwise, he would be uninterested in supporting anyone. His freedom is precious to him and that is why he holds no true loyalties with anyone but himself. Having lived alone for so many years, he learned to confide in himself and show no confidence to others; least they should try and give him a hard time. However, his fascination with horses ensured his humanity did not disappear completely and though he at times fights against it, it is difficult to be otherwise when his travelling companion became such a close friend of his. Sometimes in order to protect him he would leave him resting at an Inn and would come back to him once the job was completed. Now with the promise of a brighter future and a rebellion slowly riding, his interests are at stake, he will only support the rebellion because he knows he will have much to gain from it and it he does his job properly he might become the main source of acquisition of information that might help them, or even murder whoever may come to oppose them. Xaviar is a man of a great mind, and the abilities he has with the languages is outstanding; hence many would pay just to heed his advice... Something ironical from a man trained to kill… h i s t o r y . all family diseased Xaviar was born at the comfort of a wealthy merchant family and at a tender age developed great skills at the forge, something his father greatly encouraged since it would bring profit to his blossoming business. The boy loved his father well and could have become someone rather different had fate not tempted his tender years. Who would have thought that a boy who had a bright future would suddenly be thrown to the very pits of despair? For one day, as he travelled alongside his father and some merchants back to their homeland, a reckless group of assassins broke into the path and without asking any questions they killed everyone, including his family, only luck spared young Xaviar from suffering the very same fate, for he fell into a river branch in the process of the raid and was latter found by a renown assassin who had just given up the trade for a quieter life. Due to the boy’s current state and what he later learned of his past, the man thought it only fit to teach him the arts of fighting so he could fence for himself when the time came. But alas, the man forgot that when training someone in the ways of an assassin, that person lost most of its past personality and turned into a killer. Young Xaviar came to slowly forget about his past although the stinging desire to avenge his parents never left his heart. He hoped to one day discover those assassins but it was never possible due to his own way of life which seemed to drive him through it without any way for him to steer and control it. Sometimes he would still visit a forge to learn on innovations regarding blacksmithing but he never touched a forge as he used to when he was younger, mayhap it could be because it brought him back memories of his weaker self. A self he wished to destroy. As time passed by, the young assassin improved in every art he learned from his former tutor, but it was not enough, he built up a fearsome reputation and travelled the land in hopes of getting known by rich and greedy people who would pay him to get what they desired, from stolen goods and information to fighting tactics, advice and even murder. Yet this path slowly dragged him to the world of the rebels and in being generously paid and respected among them, he decided to fight for their very cause. Hence he became a spy, assassin and thief with a great strategic mind and a talent to charm women, all of these skills highly exploited by Xaviar to make him less suspicious and achieve whatever he wishes to.

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e x t r a s .

weapons.

Xaviar is quite skilled with any throwing weapon, such as daggers, knives, poisoned darts, small hammers and even spears, depending on the occasion. However, his weapon of choice is his great axe, which would be difficult to wield by most persons, but not for Xaviar who underwent severe training to become the warrior he now is. He carried many weapons in his persona, since he is mainly an assassin, however, the great axe will always be his combat weapon of choice, unless he chooses to have fun and tease his opponent, which is rare unless someone provokes him to attack and the confrontation does not deal with having been paid to kill.



”what's wrong, what’s wrong now? Too many, too many problems; don't know where she belongs, where she belongs… she wants to go home, but nobody's home that's where she lies, broken inside with no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes… broken inside.” avril lavigne

it was a cold and rainy afternoon yet for enide this was no longer what it used to be. in fact she lost the notion of time and space the moment she left her house in a hurry, with little belongings and enough food supplies to last for a bit, yet economizing and obviously not eating as much as she normally would. concerning her family heirloom she only managed to take hold of the twin swords she was to inherit the moment she married, for she wanted to remember her beloved father everyday and considered it a good idea to carry them along in case anyone thought her a silly and defenseless woman.

she obviously could not wield the swords yet, she still had to learn, but you could fool anyone by the way you held the swords right? and they didn’t have to know a kitchen knife had been the closest she had ever been to a weapon of war and self-defense.

she travelled for a long time; she did not carry a sand clock with herself so she obviously lost the count of the count of the days and nights she ventured further and further away from home. but that was the whole point, to be as far away as possible and with as little rest. she didn’t want them to find her, no, they couldn’t find her, everything would be lost if they did. though she was also growing depressive by such a long and lonesome journey, she missed her beloved parents, her sister even more.

looking up at the sky she smiled for a moment, the first smile in days… or was it months? dyrn, her silver falcon was flying nearby, scouting the land and guiding her yet she did not know where she was heading off to, she honestly did not know or did not care so long as it was someplace safe where she could rest.

but then what would she do? she had lost it all didn’t she? she had surely even lost her nobility, no she didn’t, but no one would believe her if she stated she was a noble… but then again that would help those wretched nobles from powys, it was best if she hid, if she pretended to be a lost maid looking for a castle where she could serve the high lord and his queen, yes, that looked like the best option for her.

feeling like she could no longer take it she slowly got off her horse, feeling great pain on her legs and arms and then she realized that her hands were hurt, a bit red, sore and with small bleeding blisters, she sighed and then sat on a damp log, it was raining cats and dogs, yet she shivered of hunger, thirst, weakness, cold, wetness… she was just so fed up of travelling like this.

“oh father, if ever will you forgive your reckless child…” she whispered as she silently wept for she had hidden her feelings for so many years, and now, now that she had taken the abrupt decision and travelled and encountered so many dangers, now she could peacefully cry on her own, in the company of dyrn and her tired horse. silently wept and hope her tears take al the pain away, but they ever do.

the pain in her body grew and the hunger forced her to lean her back against the strong and rough tree feeling her spent and wretched clothes which were now more like rags, grant her no protection against the cold and moody weather. she placed her arms around her body and watched as her horse with great affection sat alongside her to grant her its warmth. she leaned close to her loyal friend and then shivered lightly, “oh byrn, what are we doing here? and where exactly is here?” her horsed seemed to be as lost as enide.

dyrn perched on that tree and squealed silently. at least she wasn’t that alone. slowly, ever so slowly she drifted into sleep... a deep sleep she had not had ever since she left her homeland.

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