Age: 23
Appearance:
Nickname: X/X-man
Scars: A long scar going up from his lower to upper abdomen when he "fell through a window." a few small scars on his head hidden by his hair, and another long scar going up under his wrist to his elbow from the same "fall" scars from the surgery on his legs rarely if ever wears shorts.
Tattoos:
Outfit: look to Appearance pic, jeans are a faded black almost gray rather than blue, wears higher cropped t-shirts and such to cover top of the scar on his body.
Problem/Addiction: addicted to narcotics, pain medication
Biography: Xavier had been that guy in High School, he was that one day NFL player who didn't get his chance due some leg injury. During a game he was tackled hard, the other guy's helmet catching his knee and a dog pile ensued. When everyone got up that was when people saw his leg, twisted and the bone protruding from it. He was on the ground in shock and didn't register the pain until he sat up and saw his own leg. He was immediately rushed to a hospital and had extensive surgery on his right leg. He spent two years recuperating and then another year just trying to walk again. During this time is when he started taking more and more pain meds, using his own money and his parents money to fuel his addiction. His father found out and in a fit of rage discarded his son like he was garbage, taking him and dragging him down the their houses stairs and tossing him out the door, his arm going through a window. His father not done took a piece of glass and deeply salshed Xavier's chest, his mother finally got him to stop and they called a hospital, they told a fake story of how he and his father were working on the house and he fell because his knee locked up and he slammed into and through a window pane. They didn't believe them but Xavier told the doctors that it was the truth, no other signs of abuse were on him and it did seem like a fall, albeit a bigger one than his parents had let on. When he was 19 he finally graduated high school, having to be out for three years he didn't know or trust anybody in his grade, and his old friends stopped coming by. This made him take to the pills even harder, he just got better at hiding them. He started living near the college when he turned 22 and enrolled that same year, hoping that this could be the way he kicked the habit for good. He tends to be quiet, despite how "loud" his jacket talks. He isn't self depreciating but after the injury he doubts himself more, he tends to have a rapier tongue if he feels like people are making fun of him. He is quick to check out a strange noise, looking about.