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XAVIER

"Everything stays, but it still changes."

Name: Xavier
Nickname(s): No
Age: 13
Gender: Trans boy
Sexual Orientation: Who knows

Herd: Lorrdveil
Rank: Rogue
Current residence: Wanders around the kingdom, tends to avoid larger crowds

Appearance: Qilin x Pegasus crossbreed
Build: Whitetail x Mustang
Height: hhhhh big
Coat color: Classic champagne w/ spots from his deer mum
Voice claim: Ree Kid (no I'm not shitting you)
Design notes: on his neck he has a single brown spot, right above his right shoulder, and some fading fawn spots on his flank. He also has a scar on his left cheek(not shown in ref, but it's there)

Family: zip
Offspring: zero
Friends: nada
Familiar(s): none yet

Clothing: tba
Weapons: his own four hooves, bitch
Tokens: tba
Etc.: tba

Personality:
+ Clever + Empathetic + Low matainece
= Stubborn = Protective = Mischievous
- Short tempered - Impulsive - Abrasive

Overview:
Worn down by life and toxic relationships, he's excessively avoidant towards people his gut tells him to distrust, while being overbearing and hyper-protective of those he does trust. Workaholic, cultural chameleon and a giant clusterfuck of mental disorders are pretty decent words to use when talking about him. Xaiver is the friend that will physically fight off your enemies or give you a shoulder to cry on without hesitation. Despite his hostile look, he has a soft heart and feels things with an intensity that prompts a physical response from his body. He becomes easily ill when having strong emotional episodes. His anger tends to be a cover for fear or sorrow, as he hates providing others with genuine vulnerability. Even if he has a lose-canon he isn't perpetually in a bad mood. If anything, he may just be lonely or in need of affection of someone he can trust.

History:
Pre-birth - Xaiver's mother was an aristocratic Qilin by the name of Cedria, known for her beauty. She longed to see the world, and go on the adventure of a lifetime, but her family were planning on marrying her off to some stick in the mud, overall BORING horse who's name Cedria couldn't remember.
One day, while out with her mother to get jewelry, Cedria met a charming, exciting pegasus stallion named Alastair. The two hit it off immediately, and started to meet each other in private.
After two years, Cedria found she was pregnant. Alastair was overjoyed, however Cedria was worried. What would become of their child, if her parents found out who it's sire was? Alastair offered to confront her parents with her, and so they did.
As you can imagine, Cedria's parents were horrified, and kicked her out, after a long "lecture" which involved a lot of yelling and Cedria's father getting a good hoof to the face by Alastair. However, the pair made the best of it, and bought a small but cozy hut in one of the lower class towns.
Two months before Cedria was due, Alastair caught a horrible illness, and after a long month of suffering, the disease claimed him. Cedria was devastated, and since she had no job, and very little money now, she begged her parents for hospitality. Despite their daughter's condition, the two turned her away.
As the child grew closer to being born, Cedria thought. Did she really want her baby to grow up without a loving father, a disappointment of a mother, and grandparents that hated it? Not to mention providing for it would be a constant struggle. So, with a heavy heart, as soon as the little brown hybrid was born, Cedria gave him the name Alastir loved the most, and gave little Xaiver up to an orphanage.
Early life(0-5 years)- Even as a little baby, Xaiver, then Xara, was a little troublemaker. He was always skipping foster homes, sticking out his tongue when asked to behave, and pulling cruel pranks on almost every adult around him. He ESPECIALLY hated their remarks; "That's not very lady-like, Xara!" "Keep that up, and you'll never get a husband!" "No one wants a wild wife!"
Even as a foal/fawn(Fown? Faal?), Xaiver knew he was born in the wrong body. He kept insisting people call him by his true gender, but this only led to creuler remarks. Xaiver then straight up refused to respond to adults unless called "Xaiver" or "young man".
As you could imagine, Xaiver had very little friends, and was lonely as a child. One day, however, another orphan filly named Brisa entered his life. She was nice, funny, and offered Xaiver some of her snacks. She even called Xaiver a boy! Xaiver was ecstatic. He had never had a friend before!
Soon, Brisa and Xaiver were best friends, and did everything together. Well, everything that Brisa wanted at least. Xaiver wanted to do everything in his power to make sure he kept this friend as long as possible. He had no idea that it would eventually destroy him.
Later childhood(6-12 years)- As time went on, Brisa became more demanding and hard on little Xaiver. Whenever he offered to do a certain activity, Brisa would grumble and moan until Xaiver caved and asked what she wanted to do instead, or do it how Brisa wanted.
Brisa would also poke fun at Xaiver's interests, like for example, his interest in vigilante stories, and tales about brave heroes that saved the day with their strength and wit. She made fun of him until he completely pushed these interests aside, only liking what Brisa wanted him to like.
Xaiver quickly lost his stubbornness and pride, turning into an agreeable pushover. He had almost completely lost his spark at the age of ten.
A year later, Brisa had lost her temper to something Xaiver didn't know nor understand, and while he was trying to calm her down, she struck him on the face, resulting in a permanent scar on his left cheek.
This wasn't the only attack, however. Brisa became more and more aggressive, constantly taking out her anger on Xaiver, sometimes even calling him a girl to get under his skin.
But he never fought back. Xaiver was still so desperate for a friend that he never even considered standing up for himself.
Then one day, out of the blue, Brisa was adopted. She had never told Xaiver where she was going, or that a sterile couple had taken a liking to the filly. He just woke up one day and she was gone.
Even after everything Brisa did to Xaiver, he was still devestated. His only friend for years and years was gone forever!
Present day- Xaiver reflected on his childhood, and came to the painful conclusion that his only friend was abusive. After this realisation, he became even more a pain in the rump before, refusing to listen to adults, biting at caretakers, and isolating himself from everyone.
One day, he found one of his old books, which was his favorite story about a vigilante about his age, running from the law and kicking criminal ass while he was doing it. After a lot of thinking, Xaiver decided that's what he wanted to do. He couldn't stay cooped up in this stuffy prison forever!
That night, he stole a few coins and food from the orphanage, and head out to start his new life as a rogue.

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Description
XAVIER

"Everything stays, but it still changes."

Name: Xavier
Nickname(s): No
Age: 13
Gender: Trans boy
Sexual Orientation: Who knows

Herd: Lorrdveil
Rank: Rogue
Current residence: Wanders around the kingdom, tends to avoid larger crowds

Appearance: Qilin x Pegasus crossbreed
Build: Whitetail x Mustang
Height: hhhhh big
Coat color: Classic champagne w/ spots from his deer mum
Voice claim: Ree Kid (no I'm not shitting you)
Design notes: on his neck he has a single brown spot, right above his right shoulder, and some fading fawn spots on his flank. He also has a scar on his left cheek(not shown in ref, but it's there)

Family: zip
Offspring: zero
Friends: nada
Familiar(s): none yet

Clothing: tba
Weapons: his own four hooves, bitch
Tokens: tba
Etc.: tba

Personality:
+ Clever + Empathetic + Low matainece
= Stubborn = Protective = Mischievous
- Short tempered - Impulsive - Abrasive

Overview:
Worn down by life and toxic relationships, he's excessively avoidant towards people his gut tells him to distrust, while being overbearing and hyper-protective of those he does trust. Workaholic, cultural chameleon and a giant clusterfuck of mental disorders are pretty decent words to use when talking about him. Xaiver is the friend that will physically fight off your enemies or give you a shoulder to cry on without hesitation. Despite his hostile look, he has a soft heart and feels things with an intensity that prompts a physical response from his body. He becomes easily ill when having strong emotional episodes. His anger tends to be a cover for fear or sorrow, as he hates providing others with genuine vulnerability. Even if he has a lose-canon he isn't perpetually in a bad mood. If anything, he may just be lonely or in need of affection of someone he can trust.

History:
Pre-birth - Xaiver's mother was an aristocratic Qilin by the name of Cedria, known for her beauty. She longed to see the world, and go on the adventure of a lifetime, but her family were planning on marrying her off to some stick in the mud, overall BORING horse who's name Cedria couldn't remember.
One day, while out with her mother to get jewelry, Cedria met a charming, exciting pegasus stallion named Alastair. The two hit it off immediately, and started to meet each other in private.
After two years, Cedria found she was pregnant. Alastair was overjoyed, however Cedria was worried. What would become of their child, if her parents found out who it's sire was? Alastair offered to confront her parents with her, and so they did.
As you can imagine, Cedria's parents were horrified, and kicked her out, after a long "lecture" which involved a lot of yelling and Cedria's father getting a good hoof to the face by Alastair. However, the pair made the best of it, and bought a small but cozy hut in one of the lower class towns.
Two months before Cedria was due, Alastair caught a horrible illness, and after a long month of suffering, the disease claimed him. Cedria was devastated, and since she had no job, and very little money now, she begged her parents for hospitality. Despite their daughter's condition, the two turned her away.
As the child grew closer to being born, Cedria thought. Did she really want her baby to grow up without a loving father, a disappointment of a mother, and grandparents that hated it? Not to mention providing for it would be a constant struggle. So, with a heavy heart, as soon as the little brown hybrid was born, Cedria gave him the name Alastir loved the most, and gave little Xaiver up to an orphanage.
Early life(0-5 years)- Even as a little baby, Xaiver, then Xara, was a little troublemaker. He was always skipping foster homes, sticking out his tongue when asked to behave, and pulling cruel pranks on almost every adult around him. He ESPECIALLY hated their remarks; "That's not very lady-like, Xara!" "Keep that up, and you'll never get a husband!" "No one wants a wild wife!"
Even as a foal/fawn(Fown? Faal?), Xaiver knew he was born in the wrong body. He kept insisting people call him by his true gender, but this only led to creuler remarks. Xaiver then straight up refused to respond to adults unless called "Xaiver" or "young man".
As you could imagine, Xaiver had very little friends, and was lonely as a child. One day, however, another orphan filly named Brisa entered his life. She was nice, funny, and offered Xaiver some of her snacks. She even called Xaiver a boy! Xaiver was ecstatic. He had never had a friend before!
Soon, Brisa and Xaiver were best friends, and did everything together. Well, everything that Brisa wanted at least. Xaiver wanted to do everything in his power to make sure he kept this friend as long as possible. He had no idea that it would eventually destroy him.
Later childhood(6-12 years)- As time went on, Brisa became more demanding and hard on little Xaiver. Whenever he offered to do a certain activity, Brisa would grumble and moan until Xaiver caved and asked what she wanted to do instead, or do it how Brisa wanted.
Brisa would also poke fun at Xaiver's interests, like for example, his interest in vigilante stories, and tales about brave heroes that saved the day with their strength and wit. She made fun of him until he completely pushed these interests aside, only liking what Brisa wanted him to like.
Xaiver quickly lost his stubbornness and pride, turning into an agreeable pushover. He had almost completely lost his spark at the age of ten.
A year later, Brisa had lost her temper to something Xaiver didn't know nor understand, and while he was trying to calm her down, she struck him on the face, resulting in a permanent scar on his left cheek.
This wasn't the only attack, however. Brisa became more and more aggressive, constantly taking out her anger on Xaiver, sometimes even calling him a girl to get under his skin.
But he never fought back. Xaiver was still so desperate for a friend that he never even considered standing up for himself.
Then one day, out of the blue, Brisa was adopted. She had never told Xaiver where she was going, or that a sterile couple had taken a liking to the filly. He just woke up one day and she was gone.
Even after everything Brisa did to Xaiver, he was still devestated. His only friend for years and years was gone forever!
Present day- Xaiver reflected on his childhood, and came to the painful conclusion that his only friend was abusive. After this realisation, he became even more a pain in the rump before, refusing to listen to adults, biting at caretakers, and isolating himself from everyone.
One day, he found one of his old books, which was his favorite story about a vigilante about his age, running from the law and kicking criminal ass while he was doing it. After a lot of thinking, Xaiver decided that's what he wanted to do. He couldn't stay cooped up in this stuffy prison forever!
That night, he stole a few coins and food from the orphanage, and head out to start his new life as a rogue.

www.deviantart.com/arcana-unch…