So I'm a turd and might edit this post in pieces when I get more of these done, but I am totally necromancing this thread. Â Mainly because I like these things, and they're fun to take as in-character questions. Â I'm only finished with the first part so far (I've barely played this guy yet, I have to leave some surprises), and was initially only going to keep it to myself, but I figured I may as well toss it up somewhere. (And maybe get more people to do the whole thing, these are fun to read too~) Â
Here is an introduction to a nerd, presented in a verbose fashion.
Here is an introduction to a nerd, presented in a verbose fashion.
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Part 1: The BasicsPart 1: The Basics
1.What is your fullname?
Xavarian blinks at the sudden question, moving his fingers for a time until they lightly clench in uneven fists.
“I go by Xavarian.. Mystrife.â€
He opens his mouth like me might say something more, but looks off, and starts fidgeting his hands again.
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2.Where and when were you born?
Lips purse at the question.Â
His brow furrows and his eyes glance back before his head turns to follow, inspecting the stranger.
“Your curiosities are oddly specific… In a where lower than here, and a when prior to now.â€Â
The duskwight is clearly having some trouble moments after speaking this with keeping a straight face, like he’s almost proud of his vaguer.Â
His hands have stopped their fidgeting.
3.Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
… Though this question makes them clench harder, and his covered amusement turns to something of more worry.Â
He speaks lower with a soft tone.
“I am son to Zalshirroix and Vadesmae Mystrife.â€Â
It seems that’s all he’s willing to say.
4.Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
Another pursed lip glance to the stranger. His eyes lock on the one asking questions,unless looked back at, in which Xavarian quickly looks away.
“No, do you?â€
5.Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
Xavarian bristles a bit at the question, pressing his lips to a line, and crossing his arms.
“I live among the ones I live with, in the place I live with them, and that place is as a place is, and they are as those ones are. With no guidance, it is likely about as easy for you to see there as you might glimpse through my words; pray tell, why is this of matter?â€
6.What is your occupation?
Xavarian’s cheeks puff up for a moment by the air he fills them with, before letting out a small sigh to release it.Â
“I-I am... an Adventurer. A mage, a student of magic, more specifically, and- a.. scholarly sort, one who seeks knowledge.  By that I mean that I do more than simply sit about in rooms with tomes, and work much more frequent in the field.  And not that there is anything wrong with rooms of tomes, they’re most exquisite as well, actually but- Well, I suppose I do sit around in them enough. I- oh, seven hells.â€
Xavarian rubs his face and fidgets a bit more.
“I deal in various artifacts, locations long forgotten, places of aetherical potency and abrnomality, hm? Or just.. with certain sorts of knowledge. Well, many sorts of knowledge. All sorts of knowledge. But the kind that really needs searching for to be known. It’s then that I find it~ Though I also create, bind, and mend tomes, and could work as a scribe to those who need it, I.. partake in the latter less now.â€
7.Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
Xavarian opens his mouth, then closes it again, making an odd face at the questioner.
“Why? What is this? You can see me quite fine, I should think, unless you can’t see well at all, but certainly writing won’t help you then … Have I already done something that needs my identification~?â€
An amused, yet subtle smirk crosses his features, as though this does entertain him, but he’s not quite sure if it should. … He doesn’t actually write a description unless he gets a suitable answer. Â
Though by appearance, he is a slightly-taller-than-average-but-not-THAT-tall duskwight elezen, at about 6 fulms, 8 ilms tall, with a slightly slimmer shoulder’d build from the average elezen. His skin is a dark, charcoal grey hue, with bright teal eyes that squint and dart about, starkly contrasting the bright crimson markings around them. He has a rounded, ovular face, with a single scar visible on  the right of his jaw trailing down his neck just a small ways, and a large, bridgey nose above often-pursed lips. His quite dark, subtly red-streaked hair is a mess that only seems to curl further down the ends and flip out whenever it can, and he appears to have an uneven number of gold piercings favoring one long ear over the other. The 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 often on clasps and motifs on these clothes.  Packs and pouches of all sorts line his belt, staff strapped to his back, and a large tome at his side. 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.
8.To which social class do you belong?
“I.. hm.â€
Xavarian looks to be in thought for a time, and likely wouldn’t come out of it until the questioner gave some indication of their presence once more.
“Oh! Hells, excuse me.â€Â More fidgeting, but only for a moment, before hands are clasped together. “It’s hard to say clearly in a way that might be understood… Not that I doubt your understanding! But the – my culture is.. Well, our ideas of‘social class’ differ between families, hm? We respect each other, but among our families, we’ve our own.. customs of doing things each and every. I.. I suppose you could say that I am in..lower, eventually mid-ground standing to my family?  But my family is generally considered in well regard, among their company.  It can change, but.. that is what I departed with.â€Â
The duskwight makes a skeptical face, as though unsure if that’s how he wanted to explain it, but then shakes his head, pressing his lips together and looks off.
9.Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
A glance back and another furrowed brow are given to the questioner.
“Well, I’m not the one you would be best betting on in a fight of fists or brawn, I will say that much, if that is what you’re asking. But I’ve.. other ways to reclaim lost aptness.â€
10. Are you right-or left-handed?
The duskwight holds up his left hand and wiggles his fingers once, features eventually breaking into a smirk.Â
“Though, any good mage can use both hands~â€
He adds with a spot of amused pride.
11. What does your voice sound like?
The smirk widens, as he lets out a snicker. He has a surprisingly deep voice for his demeanor, often quiet as he hardly tends to raise it too loudly. It would almost sound like what one might consider of a villain in a tale, were it not for the young man’s uncertainty, occasional sputtering, and sporadic odd-placed amusement. In addition, with fits of excitement, he seems to have an occasionally more prevalent accent of some sort…
“Well, you certainly have ears to hear it with, lest you’d not be asking all these questions~Â
Or maybe you don’t, and you just like to watch movements? What a peculiar one that would make you~â€
A dorkily pleased smile is added to the end of that.
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
“Oh, I- Well- … Hm.â€Â
He looks thoughtful for just a moment before blinking back in realization.
“Hm! That’s one, ‘Hm~’ Or I believe I do that a lot, hm? …â€Â
The duskwight pauses and cracks up at that.Â
“Yes, that is one. I ask many questions about knowledge… Perhaps- … ‘perhaps’ is another. At times ‘one’, but not always~â€
13. What do you have in your pockets?
The duskwight blinks, then looks down, as though to check if his pockets were there… or which ones. He has a number of bags, scroll cases, potions, and a book strapped to his belt and coat, along with a staff on his back.Â
“Pockets.. Might these bags-? Well, I- what’s in them is not necessarily- I mean, some food, a map, maps actually, books and paper with.. materials for binding and scribing, components for… something… And other- …various trinkets of… use.â€
The duskwight clears his throat, likely not naming all the things he’s carrying on him.
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Xavarian purses his lips, as he often does, opens his mouth to speak, closes it, then smirks a little and rubs his face.
“I- I have been told, at times, that I can be.. cryptic~â€Â
A somewhat pleased grin crosses his features, and he speaks with a small lilt to his voice. “But what is anyone if not a puzzle, and one only those with knowledge enough can truly solve~?â€Â He gestures with a little excitement.Â
“I think that sort is quite the compliment~ And, I- well-“
 He gestures a bit more before snickering. “That! My hands will my words in frequency, they are oft to fall behind my thoughts at times, and- I seem to think they need coaxing~ The words, I mean. I gesture often.â€Â He clarifies with a small huff.Â
“A-And.. there’s..There’s the Aetherical anomaly of the elements doing as they will about me at times. … Which is a- Oh hells, sometimes I can’t seem to keep my Aether down. It-“Â
He gestures, as though that would help.Â
“It reacts to what my state is in ways I don’t often expect.Â
Not too dangerously! Mostly. But, well- sometimes it frosts my pages, or heats my scrolls at a breakneck rate, or- Seven hells, the amount of times I’ve caused a spark and made my hair, other’s hair! stand on end, as amusing as that is~  Though I really can’t have my-“ He abruptly pauses, fishmouthing once.Â
The temperature around him drops a little.
“Er… I can’t have that, now, can I?â€Â He crosses his arms, huffing and looking off as he does, as though that's the end of that question.
1.What is your fullname?
Xavarian blinks at the sudden question, moving his fingers for a time until they lightly clench in uneven fists.
“I go by Xavarian.. Mystrife.â€
He opens his mouth like me might say something more, but looks off, and starts fidgeting his hands again.
Â
2.Where and when were you born?
Lips purse at the question.Â
His brow furrows and his eyes glance back before his head turns to follow, inspecting the stranger.
“Your curiosities are oddly specific… In a where lower than here, and a when prior to now.â€Â
The duskwight is clearly having some trouble moments after speaking this with keeping a straight face, like he’s almost proud of his vaguer.Â
His hands have stopped their fidgeting.
3.Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
… Though this question makes them clench harder, and his covered amusement turns to something of more worry.Â
He speaks lower with a soft tone.
“I am son to Zalshirroix and Vadesmae Mystrife.â€Â
It seems that’s all he’s willing to say.
4.Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
Another pursed lip glance to the stranger. His eyes lock on the one asking questions,unless looked back at, in which Xavarian quickly looks away.
“No, do you?â€
5.Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
Xavarian bristles a bit at the question, pressing his lips to a line, and crossing his arms.
“I live among the ones I live with, in the place I live with them, and that place is as a place is, and they are as those ones are. With no guidance, it is likely about as easy for you to see there as you might glimpse through my words; pray tell, why is this of matter?â€
6.What is your occupation?
Xavarian’s cheeks puff up for a moment by the air he fills them with, before letting out a small sigh to release it.Â
“I-I am... an Adventurer. A mage, a student of magic, more specifically, and- a.. scholarly sort, one who seeks knowledge.  By that I mean that I do more than simply sit about in rooms with tomes, and work much more frequent in the field.  And not that there is anything wrong with rooms of tomes, they’re most exquisite as well, actually but- Well, I suppose I do sit around in them enough. I- oh, seven hells.â€
Xavarian rubs his face and fidgets a bit more.
“I deal in various artifacts, locations long forgotten, places of aetherical potency and abrnomality, hm? Or just.. with certain sorts of knowledge. Well, many sorts of knowledge. All sorts of knowledge. But the kind that really needs searching for to be known. It’s then that I find it~ Though I also create, bind, and mend tomes, and could work as a scribe to those who need it, I.. partake in the latter less now.â€
7.Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
Xavarian opens his mouth, then closes it again, making an odd face at the questioner.
“Why? What is this? You can see me quite fine, I should think, unless you can’t see well at all, but certainly writing won’t help you then … Have I already done something that needs my identification~?â€
An amused, yet subtle smirk crosses his features, as though this does entertain him, but he’s not quite sure if it should. … He doesn’t actually write a description unless he gets a suitable answer. Â
Though by appearance, he is a slightly-taller-than-average-but-not-THAT-tall duskwight elezen, at about 6 fulms, 8 ilms tall, with a slightly slimmer shoulder’d build from the average elezen. His skin is a dark, charcoal grey hue, with bright teal eyes that squint and dart about, starkly contrasting the bright crimson markings around them. He has a rounded, ovular face, with a single scar visible on  the right of his jaw trailing down his neck just a small ways, and a large, bridgey nose above often-pursed lips. His quite dark, subtly red-streaked hair is a mess that only seems to curl further down the ends and flip out whenever it can, and he appears to have an uneven number of gold piercings favoring one long ear over the other. The 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 often on clasps and motifs on these clothes.  Packs and pouches of all sorts line his belt, staff strapped to his back, and a large tome at his side. 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.
8.To which social class do you belong?
“I.. hm.â€
Xavarian looks to be in thought for a time, and likely wouldn’t come out of it until the questioner gave some indication of their presence once more.
“Oh! Hells, excuse me.â€Â More fidgeting, but only for a moment, before hands are clasped together. “It’s hard to say clearly in a way that might be understood… Not that I doubt your understanding! But the – my culture is.. Well, our ideas of‘social class’ differ between families, hm? We respect each other, but among our families, we’ve our own.. customs of doing things each and every. I.. I suppose you could say that I am in..lower, eventually mid-ground standing to my family?  But my family is generally considered in well regard, among their company.  It can change, but.. that is what I departed with.â€Â
The duskwight makes a skeptical face, as though unsure if that’s how he wanted to explain it, but then shakes his head, pressing his lips together and looks off.
9.Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
A glance back and another furrowed brow are given to the questioner.
“Well, I’m not the one you would be best betting on in a fight of fists or brawn, I will say that much, if that is what you’re asking. But I’ve.. other ways to reclaim lost aptness.â€
10. Are you right-or left-handed?
The duskwight holds up his left hand and wiggles his fingers once, features eventually breaking into a smirk.Â
“Though, any good mage can use both hands~â€
He adds with a spot of amused pride.
11. What does your voice sound like?
The smirk widens, as he lets out a snicker. He has a surprisingly deep voice for his demeanor, often quiet as he hardly tends to raise it too loudly. It would almost sound like what one might consider of a villain in a tale, were it not for the young man’s uncertainty, occasional sputtering, and sporadic odd-placed amusement. In addition, with fits of excitement, he seems to have an occasionally more prevalent accent of some sort…
“Well, you certainly have ears to hear it with, lest you’d not be asking all these questions~Â
Or maybe you don’t, and you just like to watch movements? What a peculiar one that would make you~â€
A dorkily pleased smile is added to the end of that.
12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
“Oh, I- Well- … Hm.â€Â
He looks thoughtful for just a moment before blinking back in realization.
“Hm! That’s one, ‘Hm~’ Or I believe I do that a lot, hm? …â€Â
The duskwight pauses and cracks up at that.Â
“Yes, that is one. I ask many questions about knowledge… Perhaps- … ‘perhaps’ is another. At times ‘one’, but not always~â€
13. What do you have in your pockets?
The duskwight blinks, then looks down, as though to check if his pockets were there… or which ones. He has a number of bags, scroll cases, potions, and a book strapped to his belt and coat, along with a staff on his back.Â
“Pockets.. Might these bags-? Well, I- what’s in them is not necessarily- I mean, some food, a map, maps actually, books and paper with.. materials for binding and scribing, components for… something… And other- …various trinkets of… use.â€
The duskwight clears his throat, likely not naming all the things he’s carrying on him.
14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Xavarian purses his lips, as he often does, opens his mouth to speak, closes it, then smirks a little and rubs his face.
“I- I have been told, at times, that I can be.. cryptic~â€Â
A somewhat pleased grin crosses his features, and he speaks with a small lilt to his voice. “But what is anyone if not a puzzle, and one only those with knowledge enough can truly solve~?â€Â He gestures with a little excitement.Â
“I think that sort is quite the compliment~ And, I- well-“
 He gestures a bit more before snickering. “That! My hands will my words in frequency, they are oft to fall behind my thoughts at times, and- I seem to think they need coaxing~ The words, I mean. I gesture often.â€Â He clarifies with a small huff.Â
“A-And.. there’s..There’s the Aetherical anomaly of the elements doing as they will about me at times. … Which is a- Oh hells, sometimes I can’t seem to keep my Aether down. It-“Â
He gestures, as though that would help.Â
“It reacts to what my state is in ways I don’t often expect.Â
Not too dangerously! Mostly. But, well- sometimes it frosts my pages, or heats my scrolls at a breakneck rate, or- Seven hells, the amount of times I’ve caused a spark and made my hair, other’s hair! stand on end, as amusing as that is~  Though I really can’t have my-“ He abruptly pauses, fishmouthing once.Â
The temperature around him drops a little.
“Er… I can’t have that, now, can I?â€Â He crosses his arms, huffing and looking off as he does, as though that's the end of that question.
