Post by charles on May 6, 2010 3:24:24 GMT -7
† Charles - Randolph - Xavier †
†Randy†
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Charles Randolph Xavier
Nicknames: Charlie, Randy, Xav
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Twenty-Four
Age they appear: (not required for human characters)
Occupation: Currently Nothing
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: Charles has a bad back, but nothing too severe.
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Charles Randolph has quite the array of personalities. Generally like all people, he is kind, very sweet and as the women like to say, quite charming. Charles has a tendency to get almost unbearable when he is angry. He builds up an animal like rage when his anger comes, not pleasant to be around to be straight forward. Friends of Charles, know him as a generous, charitable man who really seems angelic. Enemies of his on the other hand, see him as a snob, arrogant, and proud. Both are true speculations, Charles just knows when to be mean and rude and when to be polite and sweet.
His family would tell you that he is a pleasure to have around, he has strikingly in depth conversations. Thinking, and reading are just a few of his past times, which lead to his tendency to have very intellectual conversation. Charles is overall rather pleasant, lack of sleep like with most, creates a grumpy, and not so amazing Charles though. Basically, stay on his good side and all will be fine, in fact stay on everyone's good side.
Likes:
† Women
† Scotch
† Reading
† Casual Conversations
† Peach Gummy Candy
Hates:
† Uncleanliness
† Begging
† When people don't respect women
† Lilies (a good story with that one)
† Licorice flavor
Talents:
† Charles has a very good memory
† Learns rather quickly
† Talking
† Fighting
† Physical labor
Habits:
† Charles really has a habit of organizing and cleaning everything before he leaves.
† Fighting a lot when he is drunk or angry
† Drinking a little too much
† Building Things
† Learning constantly
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Light Tan
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Build:Athletic
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Tattoo on his shoulder blade of an Eagle
Choice of Clothing: Jeans and a skin tight tee
Wolf Appearance: (only required for werewolf characters)
Other: Has short, well combed hair.
† History †
History: Charles Randolph Xavier was born in a little town in Southern Scotland. He grew up in the country raising cattle with his father and mother. Charles had one other sibling, a little sister that was born two years after him. He attended school at the age of five and excelled quickly. Working and school was all that Charles knew. Once he graduated from high school at 18 he attended University in Ireland. Quickly, he got a degree in finance then flew himself over to Wales for his first job. A year in Wales working for a large corporation that made chests was not what Charles had in mind.
He needed a break, so he too his saved money quit his job and flew to London to find opportunity.
Previously while in Ireland, Charles learned to fight with a bunch of his classmates and actually excelled in combat. Weapons were an extreme excitement for him, guns, melee weapons, grenades, you name it he loved. Now, Charles is in London, soon discovering he needs something fast to do.
Mother/Father: Daniel, and Sarah Xavier (53, and 48)
Siblings: Crystal Xavier (22)
Offspring: None
Other: None
† RP example †
Arthur watched as the young woman he was sparring with told him to halt. She was tired, oddly tired and Arthur took the chance to take a breather. He had been instructing this woman for quite sometime now, and she had improved drastically. Pride was filling this Kings heart when he though of how much she had improved over the lessons. King Arthur was in fact the best swordsman in all of Wales, in most of Europe to be honest. It was all from his Celtic background when he led Celtic troops to battle. Today was hot, the sun was heating up everything it possibly could. The green bouncy turf bellow this kings leather shoes was soft and lush. Camelot had some very nice lawns and they were so spacious. One could not see form one end to the other of the lawns of Camelot even if he was a giant.
"Something wrong? Mi'lady you are giving your right side to me as you try to parry my left blows." Arthur instructed as he gathered his strength again and sighed.
Arthur had picked her up as his apprentice a while ago and had taught her the things the Knights of the Round Table learn, but he taught her personally. She was his little project and he enjoyed his time out with her. Knowing that somewhere in that sweet heart of hers she had feelings for him, Arthur's love remained in his perfect wife Guinevere. The Queen was his life and world, she was his everything and Arthur respected her completely. Everything was good in their relationship, and Arthur was happy. Sweat slid its way down this strong king's forehead. His chest and back were wet from the intensity of their sword fight. It was nice to be fighting again, it had been sometime since Camelot went to war.
The light leather vest with a cotton shirt underneath was all that the king had on this steaming hot day. His leather leggings were keeping all the heat inside and it made him very hot. It was going to be a long fight and the King recognized this as he raised his decorated broad sword. A ruby rested in the hilt given to him by Merlin, his wizard. It was a good luck charm that was placed in this swords hilt. The sword he now wielded was simply a training sword, basic broad swords were perfect for this kind of thing. Excalibur was not to be sparred with, Excalibur was the sword he brought to war.
Watching the woman raise her sword he smirked. She was letting him know that she was ready. Arthur raised his sword and got into a fighting stance before realizing she left her right side open again. Arthur swung the sword with fierce blow toward the woman's right side at her rib level. His arms flexed as the sword took its course, the King was not a small man and he felt his shoulder muscles tense up. Feet slid across the grass as he made his attack and he felt his arm lunge out letting the sword do the work. Arthur had learned sword play from a Celtic sword master back when he was still young, age had made him a bit slower yet he could still match or defeat even the best of European sword masters.
There was not a cloud in the sapphire sky to cover the burning orb of light in the sky. Arthur paused after his attack and smirked waiting for her next move. He could easily defeat her but that was not the point. European sword masters would come from world wide just to spar King Arthur to see if they could master him, the reward? The reward was one million pounds, more then one man could spend in a life time. Arthur had more gold then any man has ever thought of, and has never lost a million of it, ever. It was not pride that Arthur had, he just wanted someone to actually beat him, it would make him very happy to know he was not the best of the best.
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