Post by -->Nova|Nebula<-- on Oct 22, 2010 17:18:09 GMT -5
Name: Xavier Dyron Bryant
Age: 17 years old
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: raven
Appearance:
Personality:
Other:
Age: 17 years old
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight
Guild: Assassins
Shapeshift Form: raven
Appearance:
My name is Xavier Dyron Bryant…
Our name is ‘X.’
No, my name is Xavier.
I am--
We are--
I am seventeen years of age.
I am a solitary--
Double sided--
Male and I plan on keeping it that way.
I am in alliance with the Assassins.
You mean We are.
No, I mean I am.
I have the ability to shift into a--
Raven! That was my doing!
Indeed it was, though I am not grateful.
What--!
What do I-- We-- I look like? Simple. I have cave black hair-- or Raven black. Stop it! I’m telling the story. Anyway I am told that I have cave black hair that fades into a lighter ashy color as it gets closer to the split ends of my locks. It is short-- And quite messy. Yes it is messy because I don’t much bother with it since I am too busy dealing with other stuff. Of coarse I take showers every morning and I brush it but really it doesn’t want to be tamed no matter how much I really do brush it so I don’t bother styling it or anything not that I can style it myself anyway. I am told that I look fine-- With a sizzle! Pfft Without making it look amazing. My skin is dark because my mother was Mexican. Yeah Your mother is Mexican. Hey! Ashlyn was beautiful and kind for a human. I am glad that she was my mother and not someone else. My eyes are a really dark grey.
Tell them how PERFECT you are! I am not perfect and I don’t like to brag so-- Come on! Tell them! Well… ohkay, but I’m not perfect. I am short for my age but not that much. People have told me that I look 15 years old. Two years younger then my actual age, which is kind of weird. I don’t know why I am so short cause neither my mother or my father were that short. I think my mom said that grandpa on her side of the family was short. I don’t know but I don’t much care that I am short cause they know that if they do I will kick their ass. I am thin and strongly built and that is due to the recent hard work I have been doing to perfect the fighting techniques that Otis has been teaching me. Bleck! We don’t like him! You don’t like him but I think he is better then a human. Well ohkay I agree. My arms are medium length and strongly muscled. My hand is structured with thin long fingers and dangerously sharp nails. I guess that could be because I turn into a raven and raven’s have long talons. My legs are long and they propel me across the streets quickly and high over walls.
What kind of clothes do I wear? The best clothes! Not by a long shot so shut up! Though that is an easy question. Vests! I don’t know why, but I love vests. I usually wear a nice white half sleeved shirt with a dark colored vest. With this I wear black pants that hold at the waist but are not loose enough to be tight. This is to help me when I am moving and on assignments. I don’t think that loose clothes help me that much, but tight clothes are just as cumbersome. I like to wear a black long jacket that has thin material, also so that it does not hinder me when I am in action. I wear black leather boots that give me an extra boost when I run. My hands… Are the best part! You made me get them! No, I persuaded you and you fell for it. There is a difference. Well this maniac-- Hey! persuaded me to place funky, black tattoos on my palm and wrist so I-- Shamefully-- GREATFULLY wear black leather gloves over my hands while my coat usually covers the rest.
Also I-- We! Fine We carry a few extra items with us wherever we go. At my sides I have my two 9mm Kahr pistols. We call them Castaway and Silent lyrics. They are my precious treasures and I don’t go anywhere without them. I do better close up. We also carry a jack knife just in case my pistols fail. A couple more things. I carry matches and a lighter with me often because I love to mess with fire. Second I have a deck of cards. They aren’t just any normal deck of cards. These are reversed colored. We are told. The hearts and diamonds are black and the spades and the clubs are red. I made them special for… Surprises. Pfft yeah whatever!
My raven form is not as exciting. As you know, Ravens are black. So when I am shifted in my raven form I am black. My feathers are black and my eyes are pretty much black. My talons are long and sharp and so of coarse you don’t really wanna mess with them. I have long tail feathers which is a good thing because they really help while in flight.
Personality:
Personality…Well where do I start? Start with me! Ohkay. I have this voice in my head. I don’t really know whether its really there or not, but I really hope that its just in my head and I am not crazy. You know cause usually when people hear voices in their heads it means they are crazy. I hope I’m not but I bet I am. I am completely insane! You don’t mean that. I really do. You make me sick. Why I otta— Yeah you otta leave. Anyway. I try to keep my insaneness on the down low and so I don’t really tell anybody. I don’t know why I’m telling you so you must be of some importance or else I’m scheduled to murder you.History:
I am very quiet most of the time cause I don’t really like to talk much. Why I am talking a lot now is probably just that reason. I don’t talk much and so I don’t talk much about myself. A lot of things get bottles up you know? It just gets very overwhelming sometimes. I don’t talk much so I come off as very cold and very serious, and I am. I take things very seriously. I don’t like it when some people act loud and hyper all the time. It just doesn’t make any sense to me. I mean yes I was like that when I was little but again… I was little. That’s a bit different. Sometimes being all hyper and crazy like that gets you into bad situations and sometime gets them killed. it’s the same when people drink alcohol and vodka and that sort. It just gets you killed. I am quiet and I observe everything I can. So its hard for other people to sneak up on me. I am also pretty good at sensing what other humans and shifters alike are feeling. Its… how they act that lets me know. You can’t really surprise me or keep secrets from me unless you are really good at keeping secrets. Pretty unlikely by the way. That’s not true. I’ve had people that I don’t know keep secrets from me quite easily. Again, I’m not perfect and I know it.
I consider myself to be smart for a boy. I observe quite closely and I’m always on my toes. I’m good at close combat and I can strategize quickly in my head. If you get me into a bad situation then I can probably get myself out. If you give me a puzzle I can answer it pretty quickly. I am not dumb. I am smart! And that is probably the problem. I am horrible with friends. I can’t keep them for nothing. I am and almost perfect assassin but I am the worst friend anyone could ever have. I just don’t know how. They don’t really see me as a… well a living being. That’s what I think of myself. Yeah well you think too lowly of yourself. You should think higher then any human/shifter there is. No. I can’t. I don’t really think that I’ll fall in love so I don’t really bother with that anyway. Its not that I have a temper or anything. I wouldn’t hurt my girlfriend just for fun. I’m not like that. I kill cause I have to and cause I’m told to. Its just that I say all the wrong things unless I’m talking business. Plus I don’t really think that any girl would want to date let alone marry a killer boy like me.
I am a criminal. I am a murderer, and a killer. That’s right… I don’t mind hearing the screams or smelling the stench of blood or seeing the pain and torcher on their faces. I am a cold blooded killer and I don’t mind it. I don’t make messes. Somehow… Ha! I just don’t! I don’t leave evidence and when I do its not evidence that could really spell 1+2 = 3. It sort of spells 2+2= 12. Though I usually don’t go on trips alone. I hate being alone. I’m very vulnerable when I am alone. If I’m alone in a dark room that I can’t really see, I panic. Again, I feel vulnerable when I’m alone so I don’t really do that. So I try never to be alone. When someone says ‘Wait here’ and I find that I will be alone, I automatically make a note to leave as fast as I can before something bad happens. Its not a secret. I let people know so that it doesn’t happen. Does the assassin guild really care? I don’t know, I don’t really care either. I just make sure that I’m not alone and I’ll go through any length to make sure that it never happens.
When I am on the job I am vicious. I am not merciful and I do my job well and cleanly. That’s right boy! Your going to rule the world some day! I don’t think so. You should try it. … No, how could I rule the world when I’m not very self-consious that way? It won’t work. Anyway I work hard to do my job well. However there is one other thing that I hesitate with. Man, sure any time. Woman, Not the most exciting but alright. Teenager? Well if I must. Child? …I can’t do it. I just can’t. You put me on a child case I will hesitate and the job will not get done. Human Shifter, Animal? I would rather die. You know that that is your biggest flaw? The only reason why you do not have the world in the palm of your hand is because you are afraid to hurt children. That’s not the only reason but one of the biggest? Yes I agree. However I can’t really see myself at the top of the world. No, but you soon will with my help. Let me know when you work that out. I will.
Oh yeah, one last thing while we are talking about fear. I absolutely hate needles and doctors. I despise them. Sure if its necessary I’ll take it but you know… I just don’t trust doctors and I don’t trust what they put inside needles. Listen I’ve been to the insane asylums once before and I just don’t trust them anymore. It makes no freaken sense to me. So if it isn’t necessary then don’t even offer me to inject someone else with a needle.
You remember when I said that I don’t have a temper well I sort of lied about that. No I don’t go on rampages and I don’t scream like a little baby but I am one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet. I don’t take no without a fight and its usually backed up with some pretty good facts. If its not then I’m blind for some really personal reason. I’m not afraid of low or high ranks. In fact. I don’t much care about ranks at all. You could be the highest ranked shifter in the guild but I will still tell you what I think and I won’t back down until given a really good reason to. Of coarse once I start getting up to the really high ranking shifters then I’ll most likely be more respectful cause I know that I’m not the best in the world and I know that if I make one really wrong move then I will probably be dead by morning.
You want to know my past? For everyone’s sake can’t we just leave that part out? No? Well I don’t really wanna talk about it. …What’s that? How did you get my story? Give me that! Let me see if you got it right at least.Sample:
Name: Xavier Dyron Bryant
Mother: Ashlyn Martinez Bryant (Deceased)
Father: Carter Jack Bryant (In special care)
Siblings: Rex Lyle Bryant (18 years old//Deceased)
and Zika Ashur Bryant (4 ½ Years old//unknown location)
Details:
Classified— Rex and Carter’s mission Unsuccessful
18 year old Rex Bryant was last seen struggling with a dangerous human criminal on October 12th. Carter Bryant was wounded by the criminal’s accomplice the same night a block away from where his son, Rex Bryant, was found dead. Carter was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with being paralyzed. His wife, Ashlyn Bryant, went to go visit him as soon as she found out. She is 5 months pregnant with a five year old son. It must be hard for Carter and Rex’s family to have to deal with two tragic accidents.
Classified— Insane son after tragedy of Father’s paralysis and Brother’s murder.
At the house of Ashlyn Bryant, 9 year old Xavier Bryant attacked his mother at random. He had told her that it was because the voice told him to. She overcame him and sorrowfully took her son to an institute that should help him with his voice problem. It is believed that he gained the voice when his brother died and his father went into the hospital. Two weeks after entering the institute Xavier Bryant disappeared out of the blue. Police are searching wildly for the young boy.
Classified— Fire and suspect
Soon after Xavier’s disappearance the Bryant house goes up in flames. Ashlyn Bryant is found burnt and dead inside the house but the 4 year old girl, Zika Bryant, is no where to be found. It is believed that Xavier is the police’s first suspect and that he was the one who brought the house down. Police are now searching even harder for the unfound boy who could possibly been a murderer of his own mother and younger sister.
Hmmn… Well that’s part of the story. Fine… I’ll tell you the rest. Dad was part of the thieves and he met mom on a mission. They got to know each other and vuewalla, they have a son. When Rex was 11 years old mom and dad had another son. Me. It was then that Rex decided that he wanted to help dad out with being a Thief. As time went on I wanted to help out too but they kept saying that I was too young so I waited. I waited a long time. See I knew that they thought that I couldn’t do it. So I tried to prove to them how good I could be. I would do all kinds of stuff to show them how good I was. That was when I was the happiest child in the world. It wasn’t until I was five years old that I realized what kind of stuff happened outside of home.
Father was found paralyzed and Rex was found dead. I was horribly devastated. I couldn’t believe that the big brother that I looked up to was actually dead. Well a five year old with a dead hero? What kind of childhood is that? I was smart. It was then that I knew that death would take us all. It was a week later that I started hearing a quiet voice. That’s me! hmmm. Yeah it sure was. I hated that voice. I blamed everything on it, and you know what, I needed someone to blame. It felt good until I started to blame my father for the loss of my brother. I became bitter at him. Whenever mom and little Zika would go visit him. I would stay home. It was because I told him to. I was the one who was giving him the advice. Yeah except he persuaded me to try to kill dad. I refused at first and then gave in. The voice wouldn’t leave me alone so I had no other choice. It said it would go away when I killed my father. I was about to leave the house when my mother caught me. She asked me what I was doing and so I told her. I told her the truth. I don’t know why… I just did. I felt horrible and sick inside. Then she tried to stop me and I attacked her with my knife. Of coarse I couldn’t kill her and so she brought me to that institute. God. I will never go back there. I felt so helpless there. They would give me this medicine stuff that would make my mind go all cloudy and then I couldn’t think straight. Sure the voice went away but not for long. When it came back it told me that it was time to go. I don’t know how but I suddenly changed into a raven. The voice told me to. Like Hell I did! I didn’t know how I did it at first. My head was still cloudy. When it cleared I remembered how dad and Rex did it.
I went back to the house immediately but when I got there the building was up in flames. I saw two Thieves taking my sister away. I also saw an assassin stumble out behind them. Some how he recognized who I was and told me that it was the Thieves that killed my mother. He also said that his name was Otis Fraskar. I believed him and he took me in. He taught me everything I know and he taught me how to sort of stand up to this really annoying voice. Yeah I know he did. Grr. But he also told me to try and keep it a little longer. Honestly I don’t know why he said that because I can’t get rid of him anyway.
So I went on living with Otis until I started actually getting into the guild and helping them out. I almost feel like I have unfinished business with the Thieves and the humans. They are the one’s who killed my brother and mother, paralyzed my father and stole my sister so I think I have a personal grudge against them…
All was quiet and the moon was shining brightly. It lit up the empty allyway like a light bulb did a room. The moon was completely full so that it lit up more then the allyway, yet it was a dark redish color. The small backway was empty except for a garbage bin and two fire escapes and a doorway.
Suddenly there was a soft noise from around the corner. Two small figures raced into the allyway, panting frantically. One was a small ally cat with grey tabby fur and yellow eyes. The other was a large rat. Swiftly the two transformed into two humans. The first was a young boy of maybe 15 and the other a male of 20 years. They spoke quickly and quietly. There was trouble ahead and they knew it. They glanced around with nervousness.
The shadowed ones smirked as they noticed the two shifters. The older one glanced at the other with a slightly worried look. Then he shook his head and reminded himself of the boy's ability to take care of himself. They were here for information and information they would get. His partner crept forward quietly and stopped in the shadows. He was listening intently to the two in front of him.
"No... Thats not possible. What if we--"
"You know that won't work, If we try to attack them now we could get us all killed." The older one interupted with a firm tone in his voice. The younger one looked down in shame.
Do you think they want to attack us X? The voice inside Xavier's head hissed as he himself thought of the extent of his mission. They said that they don't want the boy dead cause they want the Thieves to know that the Assassins are well aware of their plans... They want Astar dead though. Mmmkay, if thats what they want.
Xavier moved forward with Otis moving right behind him. This was going to be a night the Thieves were going to remember for a long time. It was when the two Thieves in front of them realized that they were being watched. Xavier pulled out his small knife and turned his head to Otis. Otis whispered a location and a plan in his ear. Xavier nodded and moved toward his targets. A swift plan. Works for me. He grinned as the voice spoke up in his mind. Yeah well come on and lets get this party started! Xavier shook his head and quickly turned into a raven. He dove out into the open and lunged at the older of the two Shifters.
He could see them both looking around worriedly and quickly determined the target. He was on the left. He looked older and taller.
As he got close enough he shifted back in mid air. He lunged for him but didn't think about how swift the male might be. Xavier's target dodged and threw a slash of a knife at his back. Xavier gasped from the pain but drew himself up quickly. He spun around and with a flick of his wrist the knife lodged itself into the young man's chest it sounded like. He turned to Otis, whom seemed to be fighting the boy to keep him away. As he did that Xavier knelt down by the older of the two to make sure that he was out cold. He felt the guy's face with was as cold as Ice and then moved his hands to the stiff neck where he looked for a pulse. He then looked down at the chest where the knife punctured. Close to the heart. Thats the best aim I've done... ever. I haven't gotten that close to the heart before.
You got lucky this time. But if you keep it up you'll be better then any of your Guildmates.
Xavier shook his head and ignored anything that was inside his own mind. He stood up and saw the younger boy running for his life. Xavier smirked. "A job well done i say." He heard Otis laugh and his heart warmed. One job down. A whole lot to go.
Other:
Alright I have a few things for Other. First things first this is my first character on this site and so I didn't know if you allowed first pov's. If you don't like it that way I will be happy to change it. I just did it that way so that you understand him a little bit better. If its confusing then let me know.
Second things second, the voice inside his head is not really a disorder. Its sort of just... In his imagination. Its not real or anything crazy, but it is enfluencing him quite a bit. If he really tried, tried he could get rid of it. Its sort of like a consience thats not a consience. You know the little devil instead of the angel.
I know that you need girls and stuff but this character was in my head at the time and I want to use him. I am going to make his little sister Zika but she is going to be 12 years old and helping out with the Thieves.
Because I made it so that it shows Xavier's past in his point of view there is something I have to explain to you. The Thieves were not the one's who put his house into flames. It was Otis who did that. But he lied to Xavier saying the the Thieves did only when they were trying to save his mother and sister. However his mother didn't make it.
Last but not least I welcome critical information to see how I can make my writing better. If there is something you don't like I will look at it and see what I can do. Sorry its so long.