Xavarian Mystrife

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 Xavarian Mystrife
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Gender Male
Race Elezen
Clan Duskwight (Mystrife)
Citizenship Unaffiliated
Age ~20 (young adult)
Deity Thaliak, the Scholar
Namesday 24th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon
Alignment Chaotic Neutral

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Character

♦ In-Game Brief


Xavarian Mystrife is a young duskwight claiming to be an adventurer-scholar and mage, often getting himself into business and dealings surrounding lost knowledge, old ruins, mysterious artifacts, and aetherical disturbances. When need be, he gets by pretty well with his skills as a scribe and a bookbinder, and well-off as he is, has a hired Crier out advertising his services. Magic in general seems to greatly excite and bring the 'best' out of him (if you can count spouting out continuous theories, experiments, and attempting rash 'Let's see what will happen!' tests 'the best'...), but on different subjects, his awkward 'people skills' leave something to be desired, as others tend to generally make him nervous. His love for puzzles, bouts of poetic phrases, and cryptic words when verbally cornered don't do him much favors either, but regardless, he is a very curious man, always eager to learn, and even more eager, it seems, to stick his (rather large) nose into secrets some might claim are 'better off forgotten'. . .

  • Open for Walkups when: In Battlemage Coat AND BLM / THM class. Or if Xavarian's just emoting somewhere. (Not actually BLM ICly, btw.)
  • Otherwise, please send a whisper for RP!
  • Has a notable amount of Aether in and resonating from his person, for those who can tell. If your character senses Aether, send a whisper and I can tell you what it might 'feel like' at that given moment.
  • Click the RP Hooks tab above for a few ideas if you're looking for a reason to play with Xavarian. Or just talk to me! We'll figure something out.







♦ General


Xavarian Mystrife is a young, excitible, (yet often nervous) duskwight mage, eager to explore 'the surface' world by the darker hours and learn as much as he can about all he can get his hands on. Just about everything concerning Aether interests him: how it can be used, what its capabilities are, where something new may be discovered - and more often than not, he can be found studying something or other trying to find any Aetherical connections. In his search for knowledge, he hopes to encounter any number of different people along the way, even despite his nervous-seeming demeanor. By trade, he claims to be a mage, an adventurer, 'a scholar of sorts', an artifact / relic hunter, a bookbinder, bookmender, or a scribe, depending on the situation. ... He's even actually proficient at some of these things.

When dealing with the duskwight, it's likely one might notice occasional shifts in the temperature near him, often between cold chills and notable heat. Aetheric sparking on his person may or may not be included. A dark-colored chocobo whom he calls Vathen, is often in Xavarian's presence, packed with all sorts of bags, satchels, and scroll cases. Ruins, places of aetherical potency, or darker corners of the outdoors are likely places to find the man, whereas he tends to avoid bustling cities for more than quick trips, and keeps his distance from larger crowds and bars when at all possible. Also, he's very likely to hear you coming, as he has that rumored uncanny hearing. But if he can give any sort of impressive reaction to this knowledge is up for debate; screaming at him will work excellently to throw him off guard.

Getting information from Xavarian about his origins is like trying to hold a gallon of water with open fingers. If he gives his last name at all, then you're lucky. Instead, the chances favor a pile of vague, quickly spoken and brushed over answers onward to a different subject.

♦ Appearance


Xavarian is about a 6 fulms, 8 ilms tall duskwight elezen. His build is a bit more slight than the average elezen might be, having shoulders less broad, and limbs a bit lacking in length. His skin is a dark, charcoal grey, with bright teal eyes that squint and dart about, starkly contrasting the bright, crimson markings around them. The duskwight's face takes a rounded, ovular shape, with a single scar visible on the right of his jaw (your right, his left) trailing down his neck just a small ways, and a large, bridgey nose above often-pursed lips. Dark, subtly red-streaked hair is a living mess on his head that only seems to curl further down the ends and flip out whenever it can, and the man appears to have an uneven number of gold piercings favoring one long ear over the other. Looked at closely, there are several odd, almost blotchy scars on the backs of his hands and arms, however clothing typically covers anything more underneath.

That clothing Xavarian wears gives him the impression of someone arguably well off – a theme seems to be the colors black and gold, but there are a number of red accents, and a silver symbol that repeats itself in the form of clasps and motifs on these clothes. Most often, he's seen wearing a split coat; something that falls nicely on either side of the chocobo he travels on. Packs and pouches of all sorts line his belt, staff strapped to his back, and a large tome at his side. Occasionally a scepter will be visibly strapped to his arm in addition, but this is not always the case. And on a single shoulder seems to hover an odd, aetherically placed red gemstone of sorts, right in the middle of one of those repeating symbols, large and made of some silver metal like a poor shoulder guard. From certain angles the floating gem looks like an eye… however, it doesn’t appear to have any real purpose, and simply remains in place like any other part of his clothing might.

♦ Demeanor


Cryptic and often awkward are generally good descriptors of a first meeting with the duskwight. He seems to have any number of thoughts, many of which change at any given moment, and in order to account for the most possibilities (very important), his speech is littered with large amounts of pauses, corrections, and amendments to his own words. That said, Xavarian is extremely curious, intellectually minded, and quite excitable about the subjects of his interest. On these topics, instead of his awkward and carefully corrected vaguer, he seems to ramble on about them 90 malms per minute, the thoughts spilling out of his mouth before he has a chance to grab them and keep them in. Likewise, when he speaks he often gestures, as though these vague movements somehow convey words that he can't always get out of his head. Whether they help or not, however, is debatable. It's not a stretch in the least to call him somewhat eccentric. Still, he values intellectual thought, logic, and reason, and is not afraid of being wrong or being corrected. When making a decision, going with the choice that 'makes the most logical sense' and brings him closer to his goals is most likely. Of course, if the goals themselves make logical sense is a different matter entirely.

When Xavarian isn't struggling to get some thought across in speech, though, (or sometimes when he is) he'll often speak with a lilt to his voice and a smirk on his face. Life is to be enjoyed (if not feared), and he smiles, grins, and snickers fairly often, which reflects this mischievous, but also paranoid, outlook. He's definitely not above laughing at himself, realizing how his own antics might come off to others, or occasionally being proud or amused at his own vaguer. Granted, what amuses him isn't always what you'd expect to amuse someone, and it may get him some strange (or mortified) looks now and then...

Left to his own devises, Xavarian tends to shuffle around some, lean against something, or sit down if he has the chance. Along with this, he's likely to pull out a large book he always seems to carry with him, and start writing notes mid conversation. Though it'd be soon clear that he's still aptly listening, and will often continue the conversation like this while asking questions and writing simultaneously. Common expressions of the man include any number of amused smirks and smiles, pursed lips, huffing, darting eyes, squinting, and weird faces at what he considers equally weird thoughts.

Even though Xavarian will awkwardly approach people that catch his interest, he often feels much more comfortable with little to no company, and in a state of study. Caught alone (or mostly alone) Xavarian often mutters to himself, speaks to Vathen (his chocobo) as though he were a person, or becomes entirely caught up in what he is doing, so he will hardly notice much else around him. When focused on a task, an experiment, or even his own thoughts, he becomes very difficult to distract, and may become agitated if disrupted.

A list of accurate traits include: Cryptic, Vague, Mischievous, Curious, Silly, Poetic, Chaotic, Amused, Determined, Questionable, Dorky, Strange, Paranoid, Verbose, A Weenie, Intelligent and Intellectual, Eccentric, Relativist, Rational, Reasonable, Diplomatic, Morally Grey, Strong-Willed, Awkward, Typically Withdrawn, Introverted, Observant, A Goober