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Sanctuary

<Snipped quote by Sage>

Like, Ghostbusters secretary, or Maggie Gyllenhaal secretary? ;)

@Skai

you know.

Sanctuary

If there was an award for corny ass writing, you'd win it.

@Skai

Oh look it's my secretary.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

<Xavian Drake>

'me always wan fi pick de ganja...'

It didn't take long for Xavian to adjust to the mainland's tongue, but his mind's dialogue remained as tropical as the scent of his herbal remedy. The light green bud was decorated with fine orange hairs, shaped like the clouds of a busy sky. Gentle, yet firm hands transferred the kush to a metal grinder built along the side of a wooden box. After a few cranks, the marijuana was dispersed into a finely ground state. Xavian, who sat cross-legged on the floor of his studio apartment with nothing but loose harem pants to garb, promptly began rolling a decent-sized joint of the herb.

'a lil' some to ease the nerve... a lil' some to forget ya troubles... a lil' some to heighten the senses,' he thought, melodically singing the phrases in his mind. He then removed a thin, cylindrical lighter from behind his ear, lighting the joint and indulging in the first puff. He let out a gentle cough as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Mmmm...." he hummed as his eyes fell low and the faintest smile kissed the corner of his lips. He knew better than to enjoy the luxury of intoxication when there was work to be done, but all he was looking forward to was an job interview. After all, he didn't arrive with infinite funds to fuel his lost endeavors. No, Xavian had a lot of work to do, and he was well aware of it.

He took a moment to collect his thoughts. For the longest time, they had been scattered due to the overwhelming discovery of Prae and Licentia beings. He felt more fascinated than anything, but their sentience rivaled that of humankind; for this reason, he was reluctant to approach or study them in the ways he wished. When he had first set foot in the city, he was welcomed by an angry mob of Licentia who seemed more uncomfortable than the newcomer. He did not know why, but he did know better than to meddle with the disrupted energies of those who had already settled within his new home. Curiosity pulled at his leg nonetheless.

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'...jus' round that block over by de corner thea' he thought as he walked down a busy road near what appeared to be a merchant's district. He was elevated - a term he used to describe the high he felt off the marijuana herb he smoked on occasion - and did not care if those around him could tell. Xavian still held a firm composure, not disturbing the wave of traffic moving around him, but not being absorbed into the bustling crowd either. He didn't stop to think why the volume of civilians increased with each stride he took, not until he turned the corner and saw the gathering.

It was large and disruptive, and it was located right in the warehouse in which he had recently applied for employment. His senses returned to full function and he realized he probably stuck out like a sore thumb. He didn't resemble any of the civilians in physical appearance nor stature, as every man, woman, and... thing present stood with a sort of purpose.

'Dem the folk that don' wan the prae-mon? Hm... seem like a fair fight to me.'

He didn't sympathize with the Licentia, for he wasn't well aware of their predicament. But he did vibrate well with their cause; if someone had to voice out against oppression, it must mean oppression was present, especially if such a crowd had formed. Xavian, having lost his train of focus, scanned the crowd which now gained his undivided attention.

Within him, he could feel a warm energy, as if his inner aura was stirring at the commotion. He didn't think twice of it; he never did. It was a tease to give it any thought. He knew what magic was. But he also knew that it was a mistress that ever alluded his embrace.

"This seems... rowdy..." he said to himself. He had no intention of fueling or disrupting the movement, but did bask in the idea of spectating. He was no fool though, and had already acknowledged the thought of being associated with the mob regardless of whatever his true intentions are. Still, he had no fear, so he stood.

Five minutes into the scene, he decided to pull out the second joint he had rolled. With a flick of his lighter, he ignited the herb and took the first puff. 'Gon' have quite de story for pa when I ride back home...'

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

【Xavian Drake】

【Theme I | Theme II】

~"Ya feel?"~

Xavi

Name: Xavian Drake
Nicknames: Xavi, Drake,
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 20
Apparent Age: 20
Race: Jamaican-Egyptian

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Appearance

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Alternate images: 1 | 2 (not the hair tho)

6'1", 160lbs. Xavian's athletic figure is complimented by a mocha tan skin tone. His body is supported by healthy, lean muscle, often covered in loose-fit clothing. His jet black dreadlocks are neat and often tied back to reveal a sharp, youthful face. He has light green eyes which usually rest low, either due to his inherently reserved nature or the influence of herbal narcotics. His right arm is garnished with tattoos marked by his tribe's elders, each segment symbolizing a chapter of his journey. An ankh is tattooed on the center of his chest, and his family crest can be found on the side of his neck. His outfit is similar to everything seen in the picture above, excluding the dagger-like weapon, which Xavi does NOT have.

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Personality

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Xavian knows no fear. For this reason, he is very calm in almost every situation. He loves to get lost in his dreamscape, detaching from reality every now and then due to the dull and drab of the city. He is vary imaginative and curious, and although his outward demeanor may seem rather cryptic and nonchalant, he is very passionate about certain things. Xavian is a rather smooth individual, able to control dialogue by simply willing it to go in the direction he desires. He is not easily broken into, but does not desire to break into others, either. He simply prefers to keep to himself, because his own mind is and always will be his best friend. He feels his conscience is separate from his physical existence, and that the two love each other very deeply. He doesn't voice this "belief", but rather acknowledges it passively from within. He may seem passive or even entrancing to others, as there is a certain lure to his tranquil nature. To the wiser of the common, it doesn't take much to peak at his intense craving for knowledge and progress. He is but an ember, idling in a late night's ocean breeze. He thirsts for a gale to come ignite the fire he aspires to be.

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History

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Xavian's father, Julian Drake, was born in Montego Bay, Jamaica. From there, his journey led him to Egypt, where he wished to study the secrets of the world. Hailing from the forgotten Drake family, which once held a high prestige during the peak of the Rastafarian movement, Julian used the last of his quickly depleting funds to establish a sort of base in the African country. There, he married the woman of his dreams, who enchanted him with her royal presence. The two married, and eventually returned to Montego Bay, where Xavian was born.

Growing up, Xavian was always on the move, looking for new friends, new places, new hobbies. He was also described at "being good at being good at things." He started as an athlete, but quickly surpassed most of his peers and grew tired of sports due to the lack of competition. Academics were always a chore, so he often found himself ditching class to smoke in the neighboring jungles. His family felt worried for him, as the world was advancing so rapidly, yet their hope resided in the single child who refused to do what it took to become anything. Xavian often dreamed of magic and would fantasize vivid stories of him wielding it to save damsels in distress. The reality of doing such a thing seemed so far away, that it almost depressed Xavian. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere living his melancholy life. After graduating high school, he felt more lost than ever. That is, until his father took him into one of Montego Bay's oldest museums and gave him a deep lecture about the Drake name. Instilled with a newfound purpose, Xavian was shipped to Ominar with the last of his parents funds.

Arriving only about a month prior to current events, he came with the hope of finding an education, maybe even in the arts of magic, with which he had little to no experience. What he found, instead, was political tension and corruption. Go figure. *puff* *puff* *pass*



Belongings/Equipment

Hider

Xavian arrived on Ominar with a single suitcase full of clothes and various necessities. The only exceptional item in his possession is a piece of his family heirloom (which is a dragon composed of various weapons and armor):

A short, black tanto.

He also always carries a one-strap black bag (check main picture), which contains a wooden box that resembles a jewelry box. Within this box are various corked flasks that contain different herbs. Xavian frequently rolls some of these herbs in joints or blunts for various effects. Among his favorites are ganja (marijuanna), Cloudflower (known to ease all pain and cause feelings of weightlessness), and Cleartide (enhances focus to allow for zero wasted mental energy).

Capabilities

Hider

Mental:

+Strong-willed: Xavian's psyche is battlehardened due to constant exercise obtained through his hundreds of hours spent in a dreamscape. That, and the influence of strong herbs creates an emotionless, anxiety-ridden conscience capable of greatness.
+No Fear: Xavian genuinely feels no fear for anything. It's not that he masks it, it's simply that he would rather focus his efforts on surviving than worrying about anything. Nothing scares him. Nothing.
+Passionate Student: Xavian hated to admit it, but he loved some aspects of school. Although the workflow was too mundane for him, he felt a certain drive for expanding his knowledge and skills. Knowing more things meant being able to do more things. To Xavian, knowledge truly is power. He just hates the idea of wasting 8 hours a day chasing it, when a 30 minute read could give to him in one shot.
+Adept: Xavian learns things REALLY fast.

-Numb: Xavian is often described as emotionless, and sometimes, this makes it hard for him to empathize or be empathized with. For this reason, he has no close friends, and rather, an abundance of "acquaintances".
-Lost: Xavian often gets distracted and detaches from reality a lot. His lack of world knowledge when it comes to the realms and magic also sometimes frustrates him to the point of floating away to his own dream world. No point in even trying to discuss politics with him.

Physical

+Athletic: Xavian is fast. Xavian is strong. Xavian can probably outperform the majority of the common humans in Ominar in any athletic field. This is due to constant exercise during his early childhood and adulthood spent in Jamaica.
+Drake: Xavian's family name, Drake, was one that believed in achieving the highest elevation possible within mind, body, and soul. Because of this, martial arts was routine for him and his various "cousins" (other commoners who had adopted the Drake name). He is a natural born combatant, though he doesn't pride himself on it as he isn't exceptional or anything.

-Rose Mist: An illness that many of the old-fashioned Jamaicans (drakes included) described as a long-stretched death sentence. "Rose Mist" is a chronic bloody cough that gradually grows harsher and harsher until eventually the victim dies of respiratory failure. At first, it was believed to be caused by the excessive smoking, but now, it seems to be more related to defects in the islanders' anima.


Magical/Technological

+Drake: Anyone with a keen sense for magic can detect a very strong anima within Xavian, untapped, and ever-expanding. His continued physical and mental growth have been mirrored on the spiritual side, and his father believes his anima to be much stronger than his very own. However...

-Rose Mist: His Anima seems to be "choked", and he is unable to utilize his ostium for whatever reason. This causes him great pain when he has a bout of coughing, as he can feel his immense magical energy trying to burst into the world before him. He hopes he can find some sort of solution to his problem in Ominar. Note that a plus side to this is that others cannot use or damage his Vis either, as it is sealed off within him.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

@Sage

Alright so abilities and whatnot are good and I think the character is well made, good job. Also nice to see some individuals of a different ethnic background (woot Jamaicans [*Has a half-Jamaican sister* :P])!

Anywho, one thing I'd like to mention. Since Xavian should be capable of fear, just perhaps he has not experienced it yet due to his lifestyle and perhaps him feeling like he's already dying slowly (due to Rose Mist).

So yeah, things like fearing the loss of friends (should he make some that aren't just acquaintances) and perhaps fear of pain/death and some other stuff may exist. It'd be something worth exploring I think. Hopefully I'm not intruding on your writing style and intentions by saying this, but I felt I should note that while he is not afraid of most things, that he may find himself fearing things in the future due to his limited experiences (Jamaica is a relatively small island in terms of the scope of the world and I don't think it's widely populated by Licentia or Prae so he would not have much exposure to them).

Anywho. Aside from that, he's totally accepted! :)

@yoshua171

Good to know. I agree to him being capable of fear. He hasn't experienced it yet, but it would be quite a scene for him to encounter something that truly makes him feel afraid for the first time.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Alright, cool, just let me know.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

【Xavian Drake】

【Theme I | Theme II】

~"Ya feel?"~

Xavi

Name: Xavian Drake
Nicknames: Xavi, Drake,
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 20
Apparent Age: 20
Race: Jamaican-Egyptian

---

Appearance

---

Alternate images: 1 | 2 (not the hair tho)

6'1", 160lbs. Xavian's athletic figure is complimented by a mocha tan skin tone. His body is supported by healthy, lean muscle, often covered in loose-fit clothing. His jet black dreadlocks are neat and often tied back to reveal a sharp, youthful face. He has light green eyes which usually rest low, either due to his inherently reserved nature or the influence of herbal narcotics. His right arm is garnished with tattoos marked by his tribe's elders, each segment symbolizing a chapter of his journey. An ankh is tattooed on the center of his chest, and his family crest can be found on the side of his neck. His outfit is similar to everything seen in the picture above, excluding the dagger-like weapon, which Xavi does NOT have.

---

Personality

---

Xavian knows no fear. For this reason, he is very calm in almost every situation. He loves to get lost in his dreamscape, detaching from reality every now and then due to the dull and drab of the city. He is vary imaginative and curious, and although his outward demeanor may seem rather cryptic and nonchalant, he is very passionate about certain things. Xavian is a rather smooth individual, able to control dialogue by simply willing it to go in the direction he desires. He is not easily broken into, but does not desire to break into others, either. He simply prefers to keep to himself, because his own mind is and always will be his best friend. He feels his conscience is separate from his physical existence, and that the two love each other very deeply. He doesn't voice this "belief", but rather acknowledges it passively from within. He may seem passive or even entrancing to others, as there is a certain lure to his tranquil nature. To the wiser of the common, it doesn't take much to peak at his intense craving for knowledge and progress. He is but an ember, idling in a late night's ocean breeze. He thirsts for a gale to come ignite the fire he aspires to be.

---

History

---

Xavian's father, Julian Drake, was born in Montego Bay, Jamaica. From there, his journey led him to Egypt, where he wished to study the secrets of the world. Hailing from the forgotten Drake family, which once held a high prestige during the peak of the Rastafarian movement, Julian used the last of his quickly depleting funds to establish a sort of base in the African country. There, he married the woman of his dreams, who enchanted him with her royal presence. The two married, and eventually returned to Montego Bay, where Xavian was born.

Growing up, Xavian was always on the move, looking for new friends, new places, new hobbies. He was also described at "being good at being good at things." He started as an athlete, but quickly surpassed most of his peers and grew tired of sports due to the lack of competition. Academics were always a chore, so he often found himself ditching class to smoke in the neighboring jungles. His family felt worried for him, as the world was advancing so rapidly, yet their hope resided in the single child who refused to do what it took to become anything. Xavian often dreamed of magic and would fantasize vivid stories of him wielding it to save damsels in distress. The reality of doing such a thing seemed so far away, that it almost depressed Xavian. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere living his melancholy life. After graduating high school, he felt more lost than ever. That is, until his father took him into one of Montego Bay's oldest museums and gave him a deep lecture about the Drake name. Instilled with a newfound purpose, Xavian was shipped to Ominar with the last of his parents funds.

Arriving only about a month prior to current events, he came with the hope of finding an education, maybe even in the arts of magic, with which he had little to no experience. What he found, instead, was political tension and corruption. Go figure. *puff* *puff* *pass*

Belongings/Equipment

Hider

Xavian arrived on Ominar with a single suitcase full of clothes and various necessities. The only exceptional item in his possession is a piece of his family heirloom (which is a dragon composed of various weapons and armor):

A short, black tanto.

He also always carries a one-strap black bag (check main picture), which contains a wooden box that resembles a jewelry box. Within this box are various corked flasks that contain different herbs. Xavian frequently rolls some of these herbs in joints or blunts for various effects. Among his favorites are ganja (marijuanna), Cloudflower (known to ease all pain and cause feelings of weightlessness), and Cleartide (enhances focus to allow for zero wasted mental energy).

Capabilities

Hider

Mental:

+Strong-willed: Xavian's psyche is battlehardened due to constant exercise obtained through his hundreds of hours spent in a dreamscape. That, and the influence of strong herbs creates an emotionless, anxiety-ridden conscience capable of greatness.
+No Fear: Xavian genuinely feels no fear for anything. It's not that he masks it, it's simply that he would rather focus his efforts on surviving than worrying about anything. Nothing scares him. Nothing.
+Passionate Student: Xavian hated to admit it, but he loved some aspects of school. Although the workflow was too mundane for him, he felt a certain drive for expanding his knowledge and skills. Knowing more things meant being able to do more things. To Xavian, knowledge truly is power. He just hates the idea of wasting 8 hours a day chasing it, when a 30 minute read could give to him in one shot.
+Adept: Xavian learns things REALLY fast.

-Numb: Xavian is often described as emotionless, and sometimes, this makes it hard for him to empathize or be empathized with. For this reason, he has no close friends, and rather, an abundance of "acquaintances".
-Lost: Xavian often gets distracted and detaches from reality a lot. His lack of world knowledge when it comes to the realms and magic also sometimes frustrates him to the point of floating away to his own dream world. No point in even trying to discuss politics with him.

Physical

+Athletic: Xavian is fast. Xavian is strong. Xavian can probably outperform the majority of the common humans in Ominar in any athletic field. This is due to constant exercise during his early childhood and adulthood spent in Jamaica.
+Drake: Xavian's family name, Drake, was one that believed in achieving the highest elevation possible within mind, body, and soul. Because of this, martial arts was routine for him and his various "cousins" (other commoners who had adopted the Drake name). He is a natural born combatant, though he doesn't pride himself on it as he isn't exceptional or anything.

-Rose Mist: An illness that many of the old-fashioned Jamaicans (drakes included) described as a long-stretched death sentence. "Rose Mist" is a chronic bloody cough that gradually grows harsher and harsher until eventually the victim dies of respiratory failure. At first, it was believed to be caused by the excessive smoking, but now, it seems to be more related to defects in the islanders' anima.

Magical/Technological

+Drake: Anyone with a keen sense for magic can detect a very strong anima within Xavian, untapped, and ever-expanding. His continued physical and mental growth have been mirrored on the spiritual side, and his father believes his anima to be much stronger than his very own. However...

-Rose Mist: His Anima seems to be "choked", and he is unable to utilize his ostium for whatever reason. This causes him great pain when he has a bout of coughing, as he can feel his immense magical energy trying to burst into the world before him. He hopes he can find some sort of solution to his problem in Ominar. Note that a plus side to this is that others cannot use or damage his Vis either, as it is sealed off within him.

Sanctuary

Got fired yesterday, so I'm using some of my new found free time to re-read this rp :P

@Fat Boy Kyle

Damnnnn haha, I re-read it recently and while I cringed at some of my corny ass writing, I enjoyed the story and characters a lot.

Sanctuary

Superpowers are real.

Sanctuary