Post by cerasri on Sept 25, 2011 18:51:50 GMT -5
XERXES
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Class: Metal-Man; Informant.
Name: Xerxes. Is that his real one? No one really knows. And well, no one tries to get close enough to actually guess. One things for sure though-there's no way in hell Xerxes is going to tell you. No, he'd rather let you ponder it over and over in your pretty little head. At least, unless you're willing to pay the right amount...
Nickname(s): Pfft, nicknames? As if anybody would dare to call him anything other than his name. Still, he does have a couple of aliases: Anon E. Mous, John Doe, Jack t. Ripper...as well as whatever else name he decides to call himself. Some people do tend to call him 'that creepy mother fucker' behind his back though. You can bet that Xerxes will find out about it later though. And you can also guarantee that he won't be too happy about it.
Birthday: Unknown. His date of birth is just as mysterious as his age. That doesn't stop him from joking that he was born February 29th, but then again, he also says he was born on Christmas. The truth? Only he knows.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eye Color: Red eyes. Creepy enough in thought, but when you notice his eyes are well, made of metal? The intimidation factor goes up quite a bit and that suits Xerxes quite well.
Hair Color: A rather nondescript brown when its not covered by a wig. When wet, it looks rather like dirty dishwater, and my, isn't that a flattering analogy?
Height: 5'10.
Weight: 210 lbs.He is made of metal you know. It's kind of guaranteed he's going to way a bit more than the average human.
Build: Average muscle tone, he's not too bulky, but nor is too slender. If anything can describe him, its well, utterly average. He can't look to conspicuous, now can he? Don't think he isn't strong though. His muscles are made of wires after all...
Distinguishing Features: Xerxes might have an average hair, height and weight but if the metallic red eyes don't count as a distinguishing feature, the long scar sliding down his face does. As does the shining hunks of metal glistening through the skin, where the skin is peeling back to reveal the metal bones and muscle beneath it.
Typical Dress: Ha-typical? Xerxes's normal clothes depend on his current investigation of the time. If he's gathering info on a brothel you can bet he's either posing as a customer or one of the go-to-girls themselves. In the pit rings he's the best better you'll ever find, and anywhere else? Well...it depends on his mood. Still, he has been known to like the color black. Then again, knowing Xerxes, this could just be a joke...
Orientation: Ambiguously straight. Though he is known to prefer women, he's not above teasing or manipulating others, no matter their gender, to get what he wants.
Other Notes: The only obviously metal parts of Xerxes's body are his eyes as well as the scar. Everything else about him looks creepily human, from the ends of his hair down to the tips of his toes. But if you looked underneath his skin on the other hand...well, everything is pretty much metal. It can be quite the hassle when going through a metal detector. As it is, Xerxes makes a point to destroy those blasted things anyways.
PERSONALITY
Age: Unknown. He looks anywhere from his mid-twenties to his early 30's but like his birthday, he tends to change it whenever the mood suits him in order to confuse unsuspecting 'customers'.
Likes:
[money] It's a fairly well known fact that Xerxes loves money. In fact, one could say he's pretty much devoted the concept of earning money. Everything about it makes his world brighten up, from the way the crisp bills feel against his skin to the soft jingle of cash in his pocket. Perhaps that's why he charges so much for his fees.
[people] Xerxes loves people. More specifically, he loves how they react to certain situations. The way their eyes fill with tears once they heard their beloved has died, when their faces redden with rage as they hear of the latest betrayal....Oh yes. Xerxes loves 'people', the little insects that they are. he likes to watch them squirm as he squishes them.
[information] It's kind of a must for an informant like information. Otherwise, Xerxes wouldn't be too good at his job, now would he? And that would mean less money. And well, that just simply would't do. Xerxes covets information like a squirrel with a mouth full of nuts- he keeps it locked away until he's hungry enough to eat it. Or in this case, sell it.
[the truth] Xerxes likes the truth. His entire job kind of revolves around it. Passing by little bits of false info, while entertaining, doesn't really help the bills. And well, he's got a reputation as a good informant to uphold. Nobody wants to buy from an informant who doesn't even know if what he's saying is a lie, right?
Dislikes:
[liars] It might seem a little odd that for how much lying Xerxes does, that he hates liars. But the truth behind it? Most of Xerxes's lies have a little bit of truth. Besides, if someone dares to tell him the wrong information, lying about what happens and Xerxes just happens to find out? Well, needless to say his little spy is going to need a new job. And probably a new mouth to speak from.
[turncoats] There is nothing Xerxes hates more than a turncoat, and while they might make for good information, you can't really trust them and trust goes a long way in Xerxes books....at least as far as information is concerned. Besides if someone turns on another, how can you trust they won't turn on you? Simply. You don't.
[whiners] Whiners. Ugh. Xerxes dislikes whiners almost as much as he hates turn coats. Which is saying a bit. Whiners just grate on his nerves and don't tell him how many times he's heard 'well I just don't have the money...could you just tell me anyways?' Pfft please. If you don't have the money don't even bother looking at him and god forbid if you whine about it. You're just as likely to walk away as a mouse from a particularly hungry cat. Which is, very, very low.
[sore losers] Oh boo hoo. Sore losers are just whiners with too much pride. So what if you lost the bet? Tch- if you had just listened to Xerxes in the first place you might be the one holding that million dollar brief case, not him. As far as Xerxes is concerned, people who can't deal with loss deserve to die. And he'll be the one to help them to hell if they come whining to him.
Aspirations
- It's assumed that Xerxes wants to become the richest man in the city. The truth behind that? Ha, nobody knows.
-World domination? Hell yeah.
-Know everything and anything about everyone.
Fears
- That some little upstart will come up and take his spot (though should it get close to this, Xerxes will kill whatever brat decides to step in his way)
- He'll go broke, and my, wouldn't that be frightening?
- All his plans don't work. Just the thought of that happening almost gives Xerxes more nightmares then the thought of going broke. Well, almost.
Strengths:
-[cunning] Xerxes is about as cunning as a raven and just as sly as a fox. He can sneak around anything and everything and convince you that your real name is Earl without breaking a sweat. He's good enough at his job to realize what information might help you and hinder you, and he's not afraid to tell you the latter just to see how you'll react.
-[intelligent] Xerxes isn't dumb, no matter the question of his education. He can read, write, and do figures that could make a normal person cringe. He's also logical enough to figure out if this and this happen so and so will die and he's good enough to know who to tell, or who not tell depending on his mood.
-[ruthless] You get in his way? Xerxes isn't afraid to take you down. He'll kill you in a second flat if your death is of better good to his ideals...and he's not afraid to get his hands dirty.
Weaknesses
-[manipulative] Some might call it a strength. Others, a weakness. And well, for Xerxes, its unfortunately the latter. He's a prime manipulator, and as such, can't trust people and well, quite frankly, people can't really trust him. He manipulates the information he gets to make it suit his purpose, but as such, he sometimes forgets the line between good and bad, and ends up losing his morality (what little he has left of it) in the process.
-[reckless] There's little Xerxes won't do to see his goals advanced, and as such, this makes him a little well...reckless. Though he thinks of the processes he'll need to go through to do something, he tends to choose the idea with the better payout, when that idea might end up being the dumbest idea ever. Like breaking out the pit-fighters to see what happens, or telling the little Whitestag heir who his mummy really is. Not that he's done none of these things. Well...yet.
-[prideful] Most of the man and his personality might be a mystery, but one thing is certain about Xerxes. And that's that the man has got an ego bigger than Russia on his good days. On his bad days? Well, needless to say it's fairly large. He assumes that all of his plans are the right plans, and that none of his little ideas will ever fail. And that he's the best informant in the City (and perhaps the entire Continent, and maybe the entire World). And as far as he sees it? All of that stuff is true. After all, he's the one everyone goes to before everyone else, right? He's the go to guy.
Habits:
-When bored, he tends to scratch at his fingernails, making sure they're clean and what not.
-When particularly excited about information, his eyes tend to widen.
-He scratches at his scar when he's thinking particularly hard.
Overall Personality: Let it be said that Xerxes is not a nice man. He's cold, calculating, and tends to hide it all behind a face that while not altogether cheery, is more prone to a sadistic smile than an evil frown. He's not above manipulating both people and information to get what he wants and he's got the ego and the recklessness to make sure that everything goes his way. And if it doesn't? Well, the people better watch out. Xerxes doesn't like witnesses to his little failures. Maybe that's why nobody has ever heard of them.
Other Notes:---
HISTORICAL FACTS
Birthplace: No one really knows. He just popped up in the central sector.
Parents: Both deceased. At least, as far as he knows.
Siblings: None to speak of.
Education: Xerxes can read, write and speak like a noble man, but then again, he can speak like any gutter born trash as well. Still, he's intelligent, and it's assumed he's had at least some schooling.
History:
Xerxes doesn't really know much of his past. In fact, one could say he doesn't know anything about it.
He assumes that he was once a noble, or at least someone fairly high up as his education level is far above that of the average Poor or Metal-Man. Of course, this is just a guess. After all, Xerxes merely woke up in an alley one day with nothing but the clothes on his back and a large scar that ran down the center of his face.
He had nothing to go on, no clue to his memory, no idea to his actual age.
And so, he made one up.
As for his true memories or his life before his little stint in the alley? Well, Xerxes could care less. Whoever he was before is dead after all, and there's no getting back something that's been lost.
Besides, why should he care?
He's Xerxes now.
GOSSIP
Known Facts:
[/b][/size][/font]- He's the man you go to when you want information about someone
- He's the priciest informant in the City.
- He's got spies everywhere.
Rumors:
- Xerxes is actually the spawn of the devil himself
- Xerxes is the devil.
-He's actually an alien sent to spy on everyone for the single purpose of taking them to his mother ship to be experimented on.
Secrets:
- He actually doesn't know his real name.
- His guess on his age is just as good as yours.
- He actually doesn't know who he really is.
THE PERSON BEHIND THE SCENES
Roleplayer: Cerasri
Years Role-Playing: 9-10 years. Quite a while.
Contact: PM or Email. Either one is fine.
Other Characters: GOLD
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
[/size] The man standing the alley was crisp, clean, and altogether very well mannered. His suit was pressed, his face clean shaven and the mass of blonde curls on his head were combed back to fall nicely over the tips of his ears, hidden only by the heavy looking hat that shadowed the majority of his features.
Still, the smile on the man’s face was offsetting, and the bouncer guarding the door to the Pit Rings couldn’t help but frown.
“You here for the fights?”
“No I’m here for the toilets. Of course I’m here for the fights.” Ah, crisp and clear-the mere sound of the man’s voice caused the bouncer to frown, crossing his arms across his chest as the man continued ot look up at him, that odd smile still in place.
Picking up the clipboard hanging from his side, the bouncer’s frown deepened. “Name?”
“John Doe.”
John Doe. Well, that was a rather ordinary name. So ordinary it was surely fake and, the bouncer frowned, staring down at the clip boar. And on the list. Hand curling into a fist, the bouncer scowled, his expression darkening further as the man merely tipped his hat to him, pearly white teeth glinting in the dim lights of the Red Light District. The action, while seemingly ordinary, grated at the bouncer's nerves and he made a move to step forward, only to stop as the man passed by him with a grin.
The flickering lights that had illuminated the man's teeth had also illuminated something else as well.
The bouncer knew those eyes- hell, he knew the scar on the man's face! Against his will, he couldn't help but gulp. Blonde hair or not, he knew this man.
"Xerxes!"
Turning around as he stepped into the writhing confines of the Goldsbloom Pit Rings, Xerxes grinned, tilting his head slightly to catch the petite visage of the woman frowning at him, her hands perched upon her hips the in the universal image of an angry woman.
"Ah-ah-ah! Right now its John love, John Doe. Don't tell me you forgot the rules."
The woman flinched as Xerxes waved his finger in the chidingly in the air, and though her expression wavered slightly, her aggressive stance did not.
"Whatever 'John'. Just tell me, what are you doing in here today?"
Xerxes smiled and shrugged, turning his attention back the battle going on in the rings, oblivious as the crowd seemed to part before him. "Can't a man have a little fun? Please doll-face- I'm just here to watch the fight."
"Did Goldsbloom send you here?" The woman's heels tapped loudly against the grimy floors, and though the steps were barely heard over the shouting throng of people that whooped and hollered as the beast in the rings- a lion hybrid? Marina? No the figure was to small...-toppled his opponent to the ground, Xerxes couldn't help but find the sound aggravating.
"No love." Stopping at the edge of the top box, Xerxes ran his hands across the cold metal bar that blocked the spectators from jumping into the rings, his eyes locked on the glass partition at the bottom floor where many figures walked and scuttled about. It looked like a particularly angry ant-hive from up here, right after you've just drowned half the colony with water. Lips upturning into a grin, Xerxes smiled and tilted his head back.
"No love," he repeated, "You should know better than anyone. The only person who could send me here is me. After all doll-face, the only side I'm on is my own. Everyone else can rot."