Post by Xavier Murder on Mar 25, 2010 21:14:19 GMT -5
James Franco
ABOUT YOU
Your Name Xavier Alan Murder
Your Age 28
Your Year Death Eater
Your Hair Color Auburn
Your Eye Color Green
Your Height 6' 9"
Your Weight 202 lbs (muscle)
YOUR PAST
Your Birthdate September 1st, 1987
Your Birth Time 2:45 AM
Your Mother Belvina Black (deceased)
Your Father Rabastan Lestrange
Your Siblings Xanthe Murder, Alexander Black (half-brother, deceased)
YOUR FEELINGS
Your Fears Death, losing Xanthe, Azkaban, full moon
Your Strengths Death Eaters, Duelling, fighting, curses, werewolf, losing his mind
Your Hates Muggles, fags, Severus Snape, Mudbloods, losing, being a werewolf
Your Loves Girls, booze, Xanthe Murder (sister), sex, Servillius Murder (nephew), winning
Your Joys Girls, sex sex sex!, booze, winning, killing, torturing
Your Downers Fags (especially if they hit on him), losing, fighting with Xanthe, losing
Your Desires Freedom
YOUR DESCRIPTION
A tall human being, that much is for sure just by glancing at him. Where he used to be well groomed and neat, he isn't. His soft, fluffy hair is now cut short to avoid annoying his in his state of mind. His body is slowly deteriorating, pale even in the midst of summer. His face has become gruesome and scary to look at. His eyes haunted, his movements shaky. A light layer of hair covers the bottom of his face, his life becoming too meaningless to even bother a simple flick of the wrist to remove the hairs from his face. His clothes hang from his frame, though he has maintained the same body weight and majority of his features. He hunches, his feet drag. The nails on his fingers are long and yellowed, specks of dirt embedded too far in to be removed. They're rugged from abused from his teeth, which have adopted a yellowish tint. His arms hang lifelessly at his sides most of the time, seldomly in use. He sits in the dark because light hurts his eyes. His bright green eyes have dulled to a plain green. They've sunk into the sockets, the skin stretching tightly across bone. The lines that used to highlight his face now cast it to shadows as wrinkles.
YOUR HISTORY
Born to a Black and a Lestrange, he was born a full blooded wizard. His mother stole him away from the Death Eater, pulling his twin sister along. Muggle school was a hassle for the boy, though. Protecting his sister when she didn't need it, fighting, suspension, expulsion. But on their eleventh birthday, the twins recieved letters from Hogwarts, the school for witch craft and wizardry. The twins packed their bags immediately, anticipating the departure to the school. His first year, he was exposed to a werewolf, full moon. The monster tore him to shreds in his attempt to keep the beast from breaking from the room and finding his sister. He changes every full moon. The same year, he became a Death Eater, along with Xanthe.
The first day back of his second year, he was expelled. Sentenced to a life-time in Azkaban at the age of twelve. He broke out the same year, and ran for the security of his Lord, Lord Voldemort. He never attempted to rejoin the school, though he tended to hang out in the Forbidden Forest to keep an eye out for Xanthe. He infected another student the same year, one who had gotten too close to him the night of his transformation. The child died that same year.
What would have been his third year, he strayed from Hogwarts in search of his runaway sibling. Voldemort had sentenced him to spy on the most important person in his life, but he lost track. He tracked them to Snape's home, where she was protecting Darien Wakefield from Kyra Jacobs. His sister abandoned him that day to save her murdering boyfriend. She left him behind, feeling crushed, with a body and a knife.
Since then, his life turned downhill. The year that would have been his fourth, he infected another student. A third year that had broken her ankle in the Forest on the night of the full moon. She has lived, however, but he feels no shame, no guilt, no feelings for infecting the girl.
Instead, to mask his feelings of regret, pain, depression and fear, he turned to booze. Getting drunk, however, doesnt solve problems. At most, it masks them for a day or so. He tried to straighten up at the birth of his nephew, who he was put in charge of. At nineteen, he became a parent, even though the child was not his. He couldn't go long before his emotions caught up and he turned to alcohol again. He attacked his nephew one full moon, only the help of other Death Eaters kept the boy alive. The kid wasn't saved from scars or fear, which drove his uncle into a deeper state of depression.
Slowly, steadily, he was nose-diving into a state of numbness. His mind is fading, and he is losing himself to stress and hatred. The things that used to pain him so much, killing, torturing, cursing, now bring him pleasure. He enjoys the site of others squirming in pain by his hand.
YOUR PERSONALITY
As much as he tries, Xavier continues to lose his battle. His mind is vanishing, along with his world. No one knows exactly what happened to start the rapid deteriation of his mind and his body, not even himself. He used to be that guy that everyone wanted to be around. That guy that all of the girls wanted to lay with, wanted to be with. But he was too active and independent to remain with any on girl around. Now, though, he barely has the energy to get out of bed each morning. He rejects the world, and the world rejects him. He used to take pride in his status in the wizarding universe, but now, he doesnt even recall what it is. Only his nephew keeps his last piece of mind in tact.
Mostly, he sits in the dark, rocking back and forth and staring at the wall. Voldemort has with held a sealed room for him, almost like solitary confinement. The walls have become his best friends, and the patterns in the wood his only source of entertainment. His family the only ones to pay him any mind, seeing as he no longer has anything to give. His booze is off-limits, of course.
ROLEPLAYED BY: padfoot