Xander

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Physical Description
Race: Caucasian

Traits of Voice Accent (if any): He’s a bouncing Irish boyo with an accent as thick as his lovely hair

Language spoken: English

Style of speaking: Generally, Xander is soft-spoken, but his voice tends to take a very suspicious edge. His voice is gravelly and a touch croaky, and his words are usually spoken at a staccato, but his accent makes his words flow together and people get hypnotized listening to him rather than what he has to say.

Volume of voice: Usually quiet, but he doesn’t mind yelling at all.

Height: Six feet and eight inches

Weight: 178 lbs.

Skin colour: For a ginger, he tans impressively. His skin is usually a honey-gold, with clear yellow undertones.

 shape of face: Heart-shaped, with a sharp jaw.

Distinguishing features: His scars and his wings, and his large, twice-broken nose. His scars cover his body from head to toe. In some places, like his arms and legs and chest, they’re thin white lines, hardly a bother. In others, like his face and back and wrists, they are thick and pink and disfiguring. The scientists who experimented on him didn’t care for the aesthetics of their creation, especially when it came to him. He might have been vaguely attractive if it wasn’t for the scars and his nose. On his back, at the edges of his shoulder blades, are two large, black crow’s wings. His wingspan is about twelve feet from wingtip to wingtip, and are mostly black. However, some feathers are an auburn color, not nearly as red as his hair but still noticeably so.

Build of body: He’s got the Dorito proportions - broad shoulders, slim hips, and waist. He is strong, though, and it certainly shows where his ribs don’t stick out. Naturally, he’s very, very skinny, but slowly and surely Sweet’s pancakes are fixing that.

Hair color: Ginger ginger ginger! People ask him if he’s dyed it, because it’s so red.

Hairstyle: It’s cropped short on the sides, almost buzzed but not quite. On top, his hair is very long, constantly flopping into his eyes and covering his scars. He tends to put it up in a ponytail if it’s bothering him too much, and it’s, as I said, lovely and thick pls let me touch his hair wow

Posture: He stands like he wants to be hidden, which is usually hunched and with his head down. He has shit posture.

Typical clothing: Xander usually wears an old t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans and layers on top of that. Typically, layering on top of that is hoodies that are too large so they can fit over his wings, except for his favorite leather jacket. He cut two careful holes in the back and stitched one of his hoodie’s hoods into it so it could have a hood and holes for his wings. He wears it when he’s either feeling really down or really confident, there’s no in-between. He wears whatever shoes fit him, and sticks to running shoes more often than not.

Personality
Likes: He likes light rains and drizzles and cinnamon, pancakes and Sweet and little kids, fairy tales and bedtime stories and the childhood he wishes he could remember better. He likes being a big brother, likes when people listen to him, and loves a good cup of coffee. He likes big, airy windows and balconies and the feeling of silk on his skin, and the way cherry skin bursts between his teeth and the smell of old books and paper against his fingers.

Dislikes: He despises closed, cold spaces. He isn’t a huge fan of classrooms, especially chemistry labs. He doesn’t like the color white or when people point out the obvious about him or when people avert their eyes like he’s a some thing and not a some one. He doesn’t like to be treated less just because so many people think of him as a thing and not a one. He doesn’t like cats and he doesn’t like that he still can’t read, even though he’s nearly twenty.

Education: Very little, since he was pretty much raised in the lab. He hardly knows to read or write.

Fears: Aichmophobia, a fear of needles and sharp tools Iatrophobia, a fear of doctors or people in lab coats Nyctophobia, a fear of the dark Claustrophobia, a fear of confined spaces

History
Xander hardly remembers life before the labs. He remembers a little sister with hair as bright as his own, the sound of her giggling, his mother’s voice. And then he was in the labs. His wings sprouted quickly, and that is a pain he will never forget. He will never forget the cages, the screams, the bright lights and the people in masks and white coats, with syringes and colorful mystery liquids and knives and scalpels and things that haunt his nightmares. But then there was a day of chaos, the day Xander got free, and he spent days in the forest, starving and half-naked.

TRIVIA
General intelligence: 6/10

He’s a Scorpio

General sociability: -35674328/10

Health Illnesses (if any): PTSD, from his time in the labs.

Allergies: Alcohol, mushrooms, avocado

Sleeping habits: He’s got pretty bad insomnia most nights. He hates dreaming, too. He knows dreams put him in places he doesn’t want to revisit.

Unhealthy habits: A lot. He sleeps like crap, and rarely remembers to eat. He’s so focused on trying to forget that he forgets to remember.

Weapon: His fists.

Xander loves his salty foods, especially pretzels and potato chips. He likes salted caramel too, though. He also loves apple juice.

Pet peeves: Mouth noises close to his ear.

Favourite colours: He likes blues. He loves the color of the sky and the ocean and water, because he associates them with freedom.

QUOTES
"Jesus, do ya ever shut it?!" "Fuckin’ fight me, mate. I fuckin’ dare ya"

''”If ya even think about watching me while I sleep, I’mma fuckin’ end you. Stay away from me.”''