Post by Xaiden Roche on Jul 20, 2011 0:34:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,bTable][atrb=width,450,bTable][atrb=style,background: #222222; padding: 20px; text-align: center;] Xaiden Roche 27 - Male – May 31- Pansexual  "Don't worry about a thing, cuz every little thing is gonna be alright~" Human Appearance Faceclaim:: N/A Height:: 6'0” Weight:: 170lbs Special Features:: Tattoos: 1 medium-sized, 5-petal flower at the back of his head, whose petals resemble the rosettas commonly found in latte art 1 Extra large barren tree covering his back, with the roots branching down his legs (goes as far as the back of his knees). At the base of the tree is a spattering of Lily of the Valley flowers. Piercings: He has two cheek piercings, a bridge piercing, and two small steel hoops through his left eyebrow. Full Appearance:: There are three things you are prone to noticing about Xai: 1. He's tall. 2. He's bald. 3. He's Gothic. Okay, number three is a bit of a lie, but he certainly looks the part, what with all the facial piercings, the silver chain jewelry and his lack of colorful clothing. Surprisingly enough, he's actually relatively attractive in a sharp and angular sort of way, with lovely, high cheekbones and a straight nose—it's just hard to tell with all that bald in the way. His round eyes are a nice shade of pale blue, but if you so much as attempt to describe them as limpid, he will punch you. Hard. In the neck. Despite the way he dresses and the fact that his skin is paler than the average person's butt in the middle of winter, he is not in the least “goffick” and he is not at all interested in vampires or weird morbid stuff. He just doesn't really like having hair on his head. Either that, or he just likes the way a smooth head feels. And anyways, if he had hair, it would obscure the ridiculously sweet tattoo he's got back there, anyways. If left to grow naturally, you'd find that his hair is a honey-brown color, and just a tad bit curly.His eyebrows are actually a shade lighter than his hair. For the most part, he's your average caucasian mutt, with a cultural backing of Portugese- and (European) Spanish-American to spice up his incredibly bland heritage. Because he doesn't go burning, you're not likely to see any freckles on his face, but, should he ever regain the urge to mutilate his skin mercilessly, he would be freckle central. Aside from that, he's got few blemishes—nothing more than a little freckle of a mole here or there, or a random scar or something. Adorning his blank canvas of a skin, alongside various facial piercings, is a lovely rendition of an old, bare tree and its roots, done by his best friend, now deceased. He had the lily of the valleys sitting at the base of the tree done in afterwards by another friend, in rememberance. At the back of his skull, there is a tattoo of a 5-petal flower, whose petals sometimes resembled ferns for the way they were drawn in, like coffee-art rosettas. Overall, he doesn't have a very intimidating build. Although he is tall, he is a bit on the wirey side. He's filled in a little from his awkward high school years, but he's still pretty skinny. Thankfully, he prefers swimming as a form of exercise, for it has evened out his muscle structure and dispersed it in a way that will potentially be attractive, provided he puts on a few more pounds. To cover up most of that scrawniness, he tends to wear long-sleeved clothing. Of course, he never got the memo that black was supposed to be slimming. In terms of clothing, you can think of it this way: Within his vast wardrobe of 14 shirts and 8 varying pairs of jeans, he owns a total of 1 colored article (bright pink) and one remotely short-sleeved shirt (the arms had gotten to being too short, so he cropped them off to make a tee shirt), and one sort-of-kind-of short pants apparatus (they're called plus-fours, you dunce!). Most of his clothing is worn and faded, but he can't be bothered to go out and buy more, not until he wears holes in them. He does not wear band or graphic shirts of any sort. However he is rather partial towards his silver, steel and leather jewelry collection, which in its own right, weighs upwards of 10 pounds altogether. On an average day, you'll see him wearing one longsleeve and a pair of pants, plus at least one chain hooked to the belt, a necklace, no less than four bracelets, his usual piercings, and at least two large rings. On cold weather, he rather fancies his somewhat fashionable hooded peacoat. Attitude Full Personality:: Contrary to most peoples' expectations, Xaiden is actually a pretty nice fellow. Outgoing and exhuberant, Xai attracts people the way honey attracts flies—it takes a little time, but people come all the same. Once they get past the jarring contrast between his appearance and his personality, Xai has a way of opening people up—mostly through embarrassing anecdotes about himself. He's got that rare quality of being able to laugh at himself and ignore what all the haters say, and that alone makes people comfortable around him relatively quickly. He's got a thick skin and a kind of subtle confidence that just attracts people to him. He'd have made a great highschool teacher if he were at all interested in academia. Despite his mile-a-minute mouth, he's actually a very good listener, and although he might say incredibly stupid things at times, he manages to somehow twist them in a way that makes his relatively idiotic statements into something charming. Although he is healthily self-confident, however, he doesn't do well on his own and can get a little clingy sometimes. He'll do stupid things for attention, and, given his adventurous personality, he's always willing to try everything once. Due to this careless attitude, he's had more broken bones than he can count on one hand. Strangely enough, if a friend were to attempt some of the dangerous things he'd done in the past, he'd stop them immediately and try his damndest to keep them from harm. As previously stated, Xaiden is riveted by promises of adventure. He still likes reading the odd adventure-fiction novel in his spare time, and tries to travel somewhere new every year, within budget constraints, of course! He certainly isn't the richest of folk, causing him to be creative in his uses of different household products. Although he is forced to be pretty frugal, he is a very giving person. He'll do anything to make a friend smile, from learning how to make balloon animals to playing the harp for his grandmother. Should one ever wish to gift him back, good food is always the best way to do it. He gets incredibly excited by delicious and obscure foods, and could probably eat a small goat in a single sitting, provided he was determined enough. The thing most people notice within a few minutes of talking to Xaiden is the fact that he talks with his body, not with his words. He's always moving his hands around, oftentimes subconsciously, and can't seem to sit still when he's standing and talking. The same is with his conversations—he can't stick to the same conversation for too long, unless it's about something serious. He's always wandering off topic, causing him to come off as pretty spastic. Lord knows he's energetic enough to pull it off. The only time he can actually focus on one thing alone is probably when he's working on a tattoo commission. Since there is so little room for error, he's learned to put all of his focus into the needle. Sure, he still converses the customer, but never with the same enthusiasm he uses to speak to friends and acquaintances outside of the workplace. Despite his entirely casual personality, he's very serious about his work, and has gotten in way too many arguments with his parents over his life's choices. Although rarely stubborn about anything else, he is incredibly stubborn about this. Xaiden can be incredibly sentimental sometimes, and he doesn't keep his job simply because he enjoys it—that plays a factor in it as well, of course, but becoming a successful artist had been a dream of one of his deceased old friends, and he planned on fulfilling that goal for her. Likes::
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Hobbies:: Playing the harp, sleeping, eating, working with ink, meeting new people Occupation:: Tattoo Artist; Works at a tattoo/piercing parlor Notes of Interest:: Shoved into his sock drawer at home is an heirloom—an ornate iron knife his grandfather had given him as a child. The old man was a little bit strange in the head, but all the kids loved him. Xaiden was his absolute favorite, simply because he was happy to sit still and listen to his adventures. That knife was a relic of one such adventure, said to have been used to kill 100 fae. He keeps the thing well-tended to, but has never really used it before in any sort of knife fight. Unbeknownst to him, it is an infused object that will allow him to see other creatures. However, because of the fact that he rarely takes it out of his sock drawer, except to make sure it isn't getting rusty, he has no idea what it could reveal to him. History Full History:: Both of Xaiden's parents were scientists, focusing their studies primarily on human effects on the environment, among other things. They had jobs outside of state, and left Xaiden to his grandparents and the rest of his extended family to take care of. Despite that, they never failed to call him every night, and he knew they loved him, even if he could only see them a week or two at a time. Growing up with his cousins was a blast! Being an only child was lonely, but he had many cousins in his age range and they all liked to go on adventures in the wilderness behind Grandpa's house. Living with Grandma and Grandpa was always fun, because Gran was the best cook, and Gramps always told the best stories! However, as time went on, Gran and Gramps were getting older in their years. It wasn't long until Xaiden was the one that took up the cooking and the cleaning, while Gran and Gramps rested. Being a good child, he catered to their every need, even going as far as to learn the harp because Gran was enthralled, having seen a harpist in concert some time when she had been younger. He was most definitely was a try-to-please guy, since, ever since he was little, his grandparents had told them if he'd been a good boy and tried hard, his parents would be pleased when they came back. He'd always thought, somewhere deep down, that if he made his parents proud enough, they'd stop studying whatever the hell it was they were studying and come back a little more often. He stopped believing that around high school, however. For the most part, he'd stopped thinking about them, period. Most of his time had been occupied with... well, high school. He was an intelligent kid, but nowhere near interested in what his teachers had to say. Regardless, he tried hard to get decent marks. He was a favorite in the VAPA classes, where he soon met some of his best friends. He was one of those kids who hadn't the slightest idea what he'd do when he grew up—he'd always kind of figured he'd go into science like his parents, but it never really interested him. His best friend, a girl he called Mudpie after an incident involving, well, mudpies, fervently wished to be a tattoo artist. She was so talented and bright and lovely. It wasn't a surprise Xaiden fell head over heels for her—he even promised to be her first customer when she opened up her parlor, despite his fear of needles. After highschool, she went straight into apprenticeship, while he went to college with a major in biology and a minor in art. Mud was deemed ready by her mentor just after her 20th birthday. The day she was allowed to finally work on her own, she called Xaiden into the studio and made him punch his fears in the face. She tattood a massive tree on his back, which took three different sessions to get done. Xaiden dreaded each one. For his 21st birthday, she annexed some roots that brached down both of his legs, much to his embarrassment. He couldn't sit right for an entire day, but she made up for it by agreeing to be his girlfriend. He eventually completed graduation and got a job at a nearby research facility. However, good things never lasted long. When he found out Mud had been killed in an accident, he soon sunk into a heavy depression, which eventually began affecting his work life. He was fired just a month or two after Mud's accident, and for a few months he just sat around, wallowing in his own sadness. He'd taken up doodling again, to pass the time, and in the months following, he slowly began pulling himself back together. It was actually his grandfather that had nudged him in the artistic direction—the man never had been one for fitting the mold, and had been the only one in his family that supported his artistic pursuits. He eventually arrenged to meet up with one of his old friends, a guy named Alex, to get another tattoo. Like Mud, he'd become a tattoo artist, though only after first having gone through college majoring in art history. As Mud's real name was Lily, Xaiden figured having lilies tattood on would help him keep her in his heart when he moved on, but didn't know much of flowers. Alex suggested Lilies of the Valley, which symbolized the return of happiness—for Xaiden—and a way to Heaven—for Lily. It was perfect. After the tattoo had healed up, Xaiden returned to Alex and asked to be the man's apprentice. He was done mourning Lily, and needed to get on with his life. Alex willingly accepted him, and he was on his way to becoming a great tattoo artist. At 27 years of age, Xaiden is now a decently well-known tattoo artist, scraping together enough money to live reasonably comfortably in his apartment overlooking the city. OOC OOC Alias:: Nhubby, Nhubs, Nhu Other Accounts:: N/A! 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