☆ Xereth ☆ Age: 34 DOB: November 28
Gender: Male
Orientation: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single Occupation: Part time barber | Band manager |
Quotes
about him
"I don't trust the guy. One minute he's nice, the next he gives you the cold shoulder."
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Likes
♦ Sweet food, especially caramel
♦ Sweet or vanilla-flavored coffee
♦ Vanilla-flavored foods
♦ Working
♦ Walking
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Dislikes
♦ Exercise
♦ Disobedient people
♦ Children
♦ Animals
♦ Bitter food
♦ Spicy food
♦ Vegetables, especially spinach, and tofu
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Statistics
Physical Strength ★★★★☆☆
Agility ★★☆☆☆☆
Offence ★★☆☆☆☆
Defence ★★☆☆☆☆
Stamina ★★★★☆☆
Intelligence ★★☆☆☆☆
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♦ Wanna give him glasses? Go ahead winkY (like this).
♦ Please do not give him exaggerated muscles.
♦ He can't smile from ear to ear due to weak facial muscles. He can only make a small smile.
♦ His hair is dark almond, but can be black with espresso (dark brown) accents.
♦ The black marks on his neck and arm are "tattoos" on his skin.
♦ Also, the thing floating to the left of him is a crystal that's embedded in his body; don't draw it!
♦ He has small star pupils that sometimes turn black.
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| B a c k s t o r y |
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"I'm ... sorry."
Xereth always pulled off the tough boy exterior, cold as an iceburg in a winter sea, as a child. He was the same as his great grandfather, whose heart was never touched even after he had children. Most of the family never knew what to do with him, what to say to him; if he didn't respond, let alone smile, then what was the point? they all thought. Kids let him be. Adults let him be. He grew up alone, forced to go out wherever his parents desired. He may have seemed like a shell, but he liked being productive. He discovered a little spark of life in doing work for other people, serving humans, so as he aged, he undertook job after job—even it meant doing odd work. Ranging from shopping errands to investigating a potential kidnapping, he was asked to do many things after those in his hometown discovered the results of his diligence. He enjoyed production and effort due to the thoughts they generated in his head; as long as he didn't feel empty, he would keep living through work.
When he was only a boy, Xereth was forced to watch his parents drown in a torture tank, which their sworn enemies locked from the top. He had been sitting in the viewing room, trapped and helpless. Even if he couldn't pity his parents, for several minutes that stretched like hours, his stunned eyes could only take in the extent of suffering on their faces; as a result, his brain was forcibly rewired to comprehend near-death or death situations as "not good." His parents and ancestors had also been born with a lack of empathy or compassion, and lived all their lives as such, so Xereth's transformation was new and unheard of. While his distant relatives wanted to experiment on him or cast him out, his parents would have been both delighted and envious; too bad their deaths were what triggered the change.
Second Xereth: Let me tell you a story. When I was hatched in the bland brain that is Xereth—he's hateful I tell you—I was semi-horrified. He was an empty shell of a living being. Nothing gets in his head or heart. I don't understand how he's functioned for 11 years; heck, even after I spent 21 years inside him, I still don't. Work does manage to worm into that noggin sometimes: "Tell 'Singer Number Three', West, to wake up at nine. Scold 'Singer Number Two', Lionel, for being late to rehearsals. Make sure the chef cooks and serves what's only in their diet. Work work work." This probably comes from his genes; the whole family's like this. At least the workaholic shell cares about something.
Whenever I emerge, I try to niggle my presence into his consciousness, but he's always completely out cold. Without fail. Every day. I think when I show up, his brain can't handle two working sides at once, so it shuts the little guy off. I don't know why I'm sometimes aware of what he's doing; maybe I'm tougher. Maybe I can recall things since it registers in my head, unlike his. I try to make things right with people in his sphere (a pathetic excuse of one) sometimes, especially the ones he somehow pissed off. Humans can be so...silly. They can take things out on others when they don't know what else to do. I don't understand them; sure, I can be a whole lot more understanding than the other me, but that's different than me "getting" them. And when I'm fed up, I don't really care to do much. It's fearsome how much I can become like Work Xereth. I thrive on work when everything else is a bother. It's because when I'm working, I would feel like nothing in the world matters. |
| P e r s o n a l i t y |
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Xereth is an apathetic creature who lacks compassion and empathy. He doesn't enjoy interacting with people, so he chooses not to socialize. He wouldn't bother to go out of his way to do anything out of his normal routine unless he needs to. He can be friendly in his manners, but no more than that, and everyone is equal in his eyes. He has one other personality which he isn't aware of; he is more warm, understanding, and kind. He actually smiles. When he returns to normal, people notice that he has a cool persona and a warm persona, and they usually resent him more when he's "cold" again. He's puzzled when he's told about things he doesn't remember doing or saying, but doesn't care enough to delve into it. Not much would ruffle his feathers either way, except when he is trapped near a large body of water, which can put him into a fit due to a past experience. He also has a rather passive aggressive attitude.
Habits
♦ Doesn't make eye contact with people out of shyness
♦️ Flutters his wings when alarmed or alert
♦ Goes still when on guard
♦ Uses his head to gesture for most responses of affirmation or disapproval |
| I n t e r e s t s | D r e a m s |
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♦ Work
♦️ How the average human brain works, because he feels lacking | ♦ He dreams of a day when he will feel alive |
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Height: 6'0"
Weight: |
| O t h e r s |
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♦ He has two personalities.
♦ Works part time as a barber at Lovely Hair Just for You. His full-time job is as a band manager for a specific group. He can be extremely picky about the people he works with at his full-time job. He makes a point of ignoring them (more than usual) if they did something he disapproves of.
GALATIER
- Human in appearance (mostly), galatiers also sport pointed ears, a tail, and wings. Their wings are symbolic of their longevity, and can live up to five times longer than humans. After reaching maturity they appear youthful for most of their years, and only begin to age slowly toward the end of their lives.
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♦ Lover |
♦ Family | Melinda (mother, deceased) | Jared (father, deceased) | Atlas (second cousin)
♦ Friends | Izumi (co-worker)
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