Xaviar|X(Ex)/Xav(Z-av)|26|cismale|pansexual|werewolf
pos. traits; energetic, charismatic, goofy, loyal, handy |neg. traits; pushy, too independent, verbally crass, dense
likes; people, candy, playing animal crossing, running with the pack, the pack in general, sushi, the smell of grass, star wars
dislikes; admonishment, being alone, the quiet, peas, driving (carsick), mumblers
hobbies; playing animal crossing, eating, play fighting, exercising, doing handiwork around the property
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Xaviar has always been a people person, seen by many of his peers as a charismatic and chaotic goofball with just a little bit too much energy to be needing the stash of starbursts he always keeps on hand. He's exuberant and just a little spastic, and the only way he really knows how to expel that energy is by rough-housing with his pack mates and talking constantly. He loves being around others, and has a large and loud presence that is more than enough to keep them focused on him. He cracks jokes and pokes fun, but sometimes goes to far. Xav often struggles with knowing when to back down or shut his mouth, and is seen as a "pusher of boundaries". He's not an insanely touchy person, but will poke and prod and playfully punch until the person he's unknowingly irritating snaps. He doesn't do well with admonishment, and it's a flip of a coin on whether or not he'll lash out and make the situation worse, or tuck tail and run. If the ginger lashes out, it's almost always in a verbal manner, knowing better than to use his teeth and claws against his elders. This won't stop him from leaving bruises with his tongue, spitting horrible insults at areas he knows are vulnerable. Xav holds guilt with him for a very long time, just as he does grudges, and while he does forgive, he struggles with forgetting. The build up of shame and guilt and regret gets to him sometimes, like a tea kettle boiling over, and he has to take time to himself as a wolf out in the woods for a few days to cool off. He doesn't like being alone, he's a pack animal for certain, but he'd rather deal with his turbulent emotions on his own than depend on others - it only makes him feel worse. This doesn't mean he doesn't like depending on his pseudo-family entirely, they're his life line and he loves them with his whole heart. He's fiercely loyal to them, and finds the idea of ever moving away kind of gross. He's not much of a homebody, as he burns water more often than not, but is quite the handy man and feels his help keeping the cabin together is how he earns his spot in the home. He's not much of a romantic either, being rather dense when it comes to flirtations and the like, and Xav often mistakes the signals for just others being rather friendly. Sometimes the ginger can lead others on accidentally, and doesn't understand why they end up upset with him for it. When he does have a romantic partner, however, he's rather doting, and bends like a tree branch in the wind to their will.
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Xaviar stands just under the "tall man" mark at 5'11'', and is built like a young oak tree. He's not as solid as johann, but he's no stick. The work he does around the property and the exercise he gets as a wolf helps keep him muscled and in shape, and though he isn't vain, he can be caught staring in the mirror occasionally. Xav has dark ginger hair that's just long enough to flop in his eyes when it's wet, and deep brown eyes rimmed in hazel, really only visible in harsh sunlight. He has very few freckles, despite the ginger stereotype, most appearing on his arms, back, chest and neck instead of his face. He has a single cartilage stud in his right ear that he fidgets with when he's bored, and has a single tattoo on his back that he doesn't often show off. He's often found in a flannel over some odd graphic tee, with jeans and work boots in case he's needed for any sort of handy work. He doesn't like to wear hats or most accessories, but he keeps a brown leather band on his wrist at all times. He's covered in little scars here and there, mostly centered on his arms from various play fights that have gone too far. Xav doesn't like dressing up of his own free will, and hates being made to by the others, but lets the girls of the pack do what they want with his hair and "makeup" on rainy days when everyone's bored. In his wolf form, Xaviar is just above average size, with a dark muzzle and back contrasting with his plush white belly. His eyes remain brown in this form, and his behavior, if anything, is amplified. Xav always smells like sap and clean linen, no matter what soaps he uses. It's stuck with him.
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Xaviar has a pretty typical history, having been born a wolf and raised in a small town just a few miles down from Cranberry. His parents brought him to town one year on a trip to visit Lars, whom they were rather close with. Xav hit it off rather well with the man and called him Uncle Lars, not knowing at the time that they weren't actually related, and considered his son to be a cousin of his, though they didn't see each other very often. Xaviar's parents didn't really have a pack, choosing to stick to themselves and avoiding the danger that attention larger numbers often brought, so any time he got to visit Lars' pack it was a field trip for him. Xav's father, unfortunately, passed away due to lung cancer, and his mother soon following suit out of grief, giving the ginger an excuse to move out of his parents' home and into the pack's cabin once he was 18, submitting to Lars and becoming a part of his pack. His death, so soon after his parents' in his opinion, hit the young man hard, considering he felt as though he had lost a blood relative, and he dealt with it the only way he knew how to - running out into the woods for several days to handle things alone. He's mostly recovered now, and has returned to the cabin to continue life.
