Xavier

Information

Player: Rensin

Character Full Name: Xavier Lovewitz

Character In-Game Name: Xavier

Nickname(s): Mercenary X, X

Association(s): Whatever suits him at the time

Race: Human

Class: Warrior

Skills and Abilities: Notable explosive knowledge, however nothing ground-breaking.

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Hair: None (Normally black)

Eyes: One, and it's green.

Weight: 268 lbs.

Height: 6'3

Usual Garments/Armor: Heavy-armor mixed with leather scraps. He favors darker designs, and his armor is hodge-podged around, making it look scrappy and used. Which it is.

Other: He carries multiple scars on his being. Notably the three covering what would normally be the right eye, forming what looks to be a claw mark. His chest is a mass of muscle, warped by years of off unattended scarring.

Personality

Grim, dark, cold, and calculating. These four words would normally sum him up rather nicely, but to go into more detail, he's the type of guy you'd rather not want to meet in an alley. He's focused on his goals, usually which revolve around a job, or money. He lacks the moral standpoints most rogues and mercenaries have, living by his own warped "code" of honor. That code is "If they pay, I do what they say." His hands are dirty, and he's not afraid to get them dirtier or bloodier by doing whatever is asked of him.

He's not psychopathic with the way he treats his jobs, he doesn't seem to expressly enjoy killing or destroying things, it's more that he's not bothered by it that characterizes him. He's deadened his sense of decency.

When talking to him, he will engage in conversation, and try to remain polite and professional. He enjoys drinking and eating, as well as the company of women from time to time, but does not go out of his way to try and achieve these things, he takes them as they come.

History

Born just before the fall of Stormwind, Xavier's parents raised him in the town as well as they could. Around the age of two, the town fell to the Orcs, and his mother was lost in the chaos that ensued. Fleeing up to Lordaeron, his father sought to start a new life with his young son. Xavier grew up a military brat, knowing his father fought against the same Orcs that killed his mother.

His father had a hand in putting the Orcs in internment camps, allowing for his son to see the horrors that were inflicted on that race first hand, in order to teach his son that his mother was indeed avenged. This deadened the boy to the harshness of the world, and started to mold him into the man he was becoming.

His father trained him first hand in the use of various weapons. He taught him how to use heavy armor along with it, for years. The training included fierce combat with other young soldiers, and even with some of the Orc slaves.

When he was Twenty-three, Xavier saw war first-hand. Lordaeron fell, and his father died. Xavier saw this as a chance to live up to his fathers expectations. He sought the battlefield, and helped the alliance against the undead armies. It was in these battles he lost his eye, it was gouged out by a ghoul in the midst of battle.

As time past, and he became more battle hardened, and the wars started to dwindle down, Xavier realized that he didn't actually fight for any reason other than to fight. Holding almost no true patriotism for the Alliance, he decided it was time to head on his own way, and start making money the only way he knew how, by fighting and doing things other people would normally be too squeamish to do.

Now he goes around from place to place with no real purpose, other than to fight his next fight, against whoever, and however he pleases.