Welcome Guest. Please Login or Register. Nov 21, 2009, 12:45am
MONTH
March.
WEATHER
Clouds cover the sky, dark grey, threatning to drop rain at any second. The sun rarely breaks through the crowd, making it the perfect atmosphere for Vampires..
Xavier Zargan Co-Admin ' volturi . member is offline
Joined: Aug 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 110 Location: Volturi- Karma: 1
Zargan, Xavier « Thread Started on Aug 21, 2008, 7:54am »
Name; Xavier Zargan
Age; 21 Years (appears 20)
Gender; Male
Species;Vampire
Appearance; The medium length hair that drops past this man's eyebrows is stunning in its own kind of way, as the light flicks off his bangs sending a shock down ones spine. With a good height of 6'2" and a very muscular build, it is a necessary thing. His scarlet eyes burn in the night to give of fear and place it in the hearts of all. His shadowed beard which is never long but never clean, always gives that mystifying perspective and will always give him a powerful look. The hands on this man are firm, hands that one will noticed have been used a lot in his human life as a blacksmith. His one tattoo that resides on his shoulder is the symbol for death in chinese.
Personality; Xavier has the personality of a lion, he is fierce and brave. Fighting is Xavier's middle name he is brutal in combat and once his adrenaline gets pumping he feels no pain. Other then the blood and guts, Xavier is quite the charming man, tossing his looks left and right. He is cunning and will eat you alive verbally if you try and blackmail or hoax him. Not only is he brawn, but Xavier is also brains. To most all people who befriend, honor, and respect him he is kind and cheerful to. If on the wrong side, or triggered though, he will snap and all hell breaks loose, in which case you shouldn't be within ten miles of his rage. When excited, Xavier will talk to much because it is just in his nature to.
History; When Xavier was born, he lived in the bad part of Compton. Life was just a living hell for him, fighting almost everyday, alcohol, drugs, smoking, you name it, he did it. At all times he carried a twelve inch blade with the history of blood behind it, just in case. Still to this day he wields it, its past no one knows. Once he hit the age of sixteen he left his house without saying anything and went off to work for himself. He found a blacksmith and became his apprentice and learned so fast that he was a blacksmith himself at the age of seventeen. For the next three years he lived off his earnings, and soon became the best blacksmith for six hundred miles. Many say that is where he got his blade but, it is a mystery still today. When one day a shadowed figure came and lavished Xavier up with words of flattery and made him create a sword of exuberance. During the night, the man bit Xavier and whispered a small phrase in his ear. This phrase has been his motto to domination and has brought him here today. Destroy the weak, and exhault the powerful, join the ranks of the Volturi. It was a glorious day...
Family; Xavier lost all contact with his family after he left, this might make a good plot!
Sire; The mans name was Rigualious Larvin who died a month after siring Xavier.
Gft; Xavier has the power to read the thoughts of men.