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Name of character: Xander Ellis
Age: 16
Birthday: July 11, 1994
Background:50 words minimum
Xander was diagnosed as schizophrenic at age 5 when he talked about the friends in his head to his kindergarten teacher. Swiftly taken from public schools, his well off parents paid for a private tutor to teach him. Xander was a tough student, even thoguh he excelled in academics, Xander’s voices messed with him constantly, putting him down. IT was about age 12 when Xander started to cut. His parents never noticed, and he kept it a secret until he mistakenly wore short sleeves one day. His parents threw a fit and paid good money to send him away to a ward.
In a teen psychiatric ward, he still slit himself, the voices growing stronger everyday. He was still incredibly smart, but he hardly talked to the supposed doctors who were to help him. It was then that Xander, 14, discovered his powers. It started when he dreaded the doctor walking down the hall. He then noticed that the doctor was walking unmistakeably slow, like time was slowing. Xander sat up in his chair, interested. Xan noticed immediately that he moved at normal speed. his eyes aglow, Xan stood up, and walked. The doctor still moved slower. He took this chance to grab his stuff and walk out , slowing everyone down around him. As soon as he hit the front doors and air, Xander took off running, letting everyone back to speed. He ran for what seemed like forever, the tiredness catching up with him an hour or so later.
Xander found a highway after a half hour and hitchhiked. Soon he climbed into the truck cabin of a lone man, who drove him to the nearest town. Xan got off there, and preceded to sleep behind a bush for the night. It wasn’t very comfortable. The next day, Xander hitchhiked to the next town, this time climbing into the cabin of a diesel. What he didn’t know, was that the man wasn’t planning on letting him go.
When Xander noticed they passed the town he needed to stop him, he brought it up to the man, who then grabbed Xander and said that he wasn’t going anywhere. Xander turned down time, and grabbed the knife off of the dashboard. The man lunged for the knife, but instead Xander stabbed him with it, the voices screaming at him the whole time. The Diesel swerved out of control, and crashed into a tree. Seemingly unshaken and emotionally null, Xander gingerly climbed out of the cabin, the bloody knife still in his hand. Not really knowing what was happening, he ran away from the scene, haggard from the crash.
Xander had found refuge in a small abandoned cabin in the woods. He lived solitary there , now 15, after traveling the country as a sort of gypsy. on the few accounts that he ventured into town, he had set up a p.o. box under his name, and gotten supplies to die his hair a different color. He bought food with the money he took from the driver. Other than that he lived alone. But that changed when he received an olive green letter, and directions.
Appearance: 50 words minimum
Xander has unnatural blond hair, with long bangs in the front. IT has ragged streaks of blue and pink. He is on the taller side standing at 6 foot even. He is usually seen wearing his navy converse, jeans, and a vest over his t-shirt/long sleeved shirt. Xan has light lavender eyes, and a tan from living in the sun. Xander has a lanky build from the years on his own, being physically fit, while mentally he is a bit unstable.
Personality: 50 words minimum
Xander used to take everything for granted. Then the accident happened, and he’s learned to appreciate everything. The voices keep him from making friends, as most avoid the guy who talks to himself. Due to lack of social interaction, Xander’s a people person, and refuses to get close to anyone. He tries to be eccentric as possible, so people avoid him, and don’t ask to many questions. He likes to talk, just in general, not to anyone in particular, and enjoys creative writing, carrying around a journal to record a thought before the voices make him forget it.
-short answers-
How did you hear about us? Graham Wolfe recommended me.
Do you agree with, and have you read, all the rules? Yes. It was a week ago, but yes.
Do you wish to be a mythical creature or control a magical element? Controller
What mythical creature/what element? Time.
Age: 16
Birthday: July 11, 1994
Background:50 words minimum
Xander was diagnosed as schizophrenic at age 5 when he talked about the friends in his head to his kindergarten teacher. Swiftly taken from public schools, his well off parents paid for a private tutor to teach him. Xander was a tough student, even thoguh he excelled in academics, Xander’s voices messed with him constantly, putting him down. IT was about age 12 when Xander started to cut. His parents never noticed, and he kept it a secret until he mistakenly wore short sleeves one day. His parents threw a fit and paid good money to send him away to a ward.
In a teen psychiatric ward, he still slit himself, the voices growing stronger everyday. He was still incredibly smart, but he hardly talked to the supposed doctors who were to help him. It was then that Xander, 14, discovered his powers. It started when he dreaded the doctor walking down the hall. He then noticed that the doctor was walking unmistakeably slow, like time was slowing. Xander sat up in his chair, interested. Xan noticed immediately that he moved at normal speed. his eyes aglow, Xan stood up, and walked. The doctor still moved slower. He took this chance to grab his stuff and walk out , slowing everyone down around him. As soon as he hit the front doors and air, Xander took off running, letting everyone back to speed. He ran for what seemed like forever, the tiredness catching up with him an hour or so later.
Xander found a highway after a half hour and hitchhiked. Soon he climbed into the truck cabin of a lone man, who drove him to the nearest town. Xan got off there, and preceded to sleep behind a bush for the night. It wasn’t very comfortable. The next day, Xander hitchhiked to the next town, this time climbing into the cabin of a diesel. What he didn’t know, was that the man wasn’t planning on letting him go.
When Xander noticed they passed the town he needed to stop him, he brought it up to the man, who then grabbed Xander and said that he wasn’t going anywhere. Xander turned down time, and grabbed the knife off of the dashboard. The man lunged for the knife, but instead Xander stabbed him with it, the voices screaming at him the whole time. The Diesel swerved out of control, and crashed into a tree. Seemingly unshaken and emotionally null, Xander gingerly climbed out of the cabin, the bloody knife still in his hand. Not really knowing what was happening, he ran away from the scene, haggard from the crash.
Xander had found refuge in a small abandoned cabin in the woods. He lived solitary there , now 15, after traveling the country as a sort of gypsy. on the few accounts that he ventured into town, he had set up a p.o. box under his name, and gotten supplies to die his hair a different color. He bought food with the money he took from the driver. Other than that he lived alone. But that changed when he received an olive green letter, and directions.
Appearance: 50 words minimum
Xander has unnatural blond hair, with long bangs in the front. IT has ragged streaks of blue and pink. He is on the taller side standing at 6 foot even. He is usually seen wearing his navy converse, jeans, and a vest over his t-shirt/long sleeved shirt. Xan has light lavender eyes, and a tan from living in the sun. Xander has a lanky build from the years on his own, being physically fit, while mentally he is a bit unstable.
Personality: 50 words minimum
Xander used to take everything for granted. Then the accident happened, and he’s learned to appreciate everything. The voices keep him from making friends, as most avoid the guy who talks to himself. Due to lack of social interaction, Xander’s a people person, and refuses to get close to anyone. He tries to be eccentric as possible, so people avoid him, and don’t ask to many questions. He likes to talk, just in general, not to anyone in particular, and enjoys creative writing, carrying around a journal to record a thought before the voices make him forget it.
-short answers-
How did you hear about us? Graham Wolfe recommended me.
Do you agree with, and have you read, all the rules? Yes. It was a week ago, but yes.
Do you wish to be a mythical creature or control a magical element? Controller
What mythical creature/what element? Time.
