Post by TETRIS on Jul 12, 2010 11:20:11 GMT -5
ACHILLE XAVIER
DEMOGRAPHIC
Name: Achille Tiberius Escabão Xavier (Achille is pronounced ah-SHEEL; Xavier like Charles Xavier from X-men)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Shift: Veiled chameleon
Nationality: Portuguese / French / Italian / Greek
Sexuality: Straight; possibly asexual
Religion: Unknown
Politics: Unknown
Occupation: Oil industry affiliate
Residence: Origin Apartments
AESTHETIC
Appearance: Built like a prince, and accustomed to carrying himself with a noble air, Achille struts for an audience. He has warm, light-copper skin, deft long fingers, and fascinatingly slender features. He has a low, enchanting voice which can rise to hit higher, flutey cadences. While he would not likely be labelled a "stud" or "hunk", he is certainly considered very pretty, even beautiful, were it not for the ulterior taint of cruelty plagueing his grey eyes. He wears metallic gold eye shadow, with iridescent blues and greens feathering out along his lashes. The short crop of tresses he sports is originally a soft, muted black in colour; Achille however, can change his hair colour (even in human form) to some degree. Right now, he's favouring iridescent turquoise.
Attire: Preppy, flamboyantly so, Achille is a fashion peacock. He likes argyle sweaters, but never in conservative colours. Instead, he likes strong dark-orange and black diamonds on a background of pastel green. He considers himself one of the few men who can pull of skinny pants and does so boldly, wearing coral, pink, and purple denims frequently. Combined with his bizarre appearance, and Achille makes a very, very strong first impression.
Headshot: Without cosmetics or hair dyes, Achille normally looks thus.
PSYCHOLOGICAL
Personality: Achille adopts a different face for each occasion to suit his many needs. Having practised for so long, pretence has become reality. There is probably little left in his behaviour that reflects his original self. Instead, he is always at central stage of a carefully prepared, well-choreographed, well-enacted theatre. His existence limited to the present, Achille is exactly whomever or whatever he acts like at any given moment. He tends to pick up different behaviour quirks from different peers, in an eerie, constant changing of masks.
Sophisticated, but twisted, he displays psychopathic tendencies which are often overlooked. Hiding the rougher edges of his personality beneath a bright, bubbly exterior, Achille is almost always laughing, joking, and smiling. He once confessed that he adopts the shallow, fruity demeanour to unsettle both genders, coy flirtation laced through his words. However, he does pay special attention to other men, precisely because it is frowned upon.
He also lies compulsively, fabricating wild stories until even he can no longer really tell what is true and what belongs to another of his intricately woven fantasies. He does not usually have a motive for lying, it simply comes quite naturally to him. Whatever slips casually and loosely from his lips is what he whimsically attaches himself to.
Likes: hitting on people, coming onto people, the theatre, plays, literature, bright/bold colours, argyle patterns, music, architecture, renaissance art
Dislikes: spanish people (no one is entirely sure why)
Hobbies: making people uncomfortable
SOCIETAL
HISTORY
Parental/Early: Achille is the grandson of Escabão Xavier, and son of Tiberius Escabão Xavier. The Xavier Oil Company is a Brazil-based oil mining corporation with several branches in Saudi Arabia and Africa. As such, Achille is ridiculously wealthy and partially owns one palace in the Middle East, and two large estates in Brazil. He is expected to take over the family business one day, and fully intends to do so.
Childhood: Achille has a younger half-sister, born after his own French mother died from a haemorrhagic virus she picked up in the Congo forests on a trip there. His father, Tiberius, wed a second wife, this one a native Brazil girl. The product of that marriage was Esme Rio Tiberius Xavier, a swarthy, pretty girl. For the first five years of her life, Achille was the ideal big brother - he thoroughly enjoyed having a younger sister and even spent time humouring her whims. She in turn, adored her brother, as no one else paid her much attention.
Adolescence: The year that she turned six, Esme became a shifter (Brazilian wandering spider). Eleven-year-old Achille was tremendously jealous of her ability, but masked it thoroughly. It was the beginning of his pretence, putting on a different face than what he felt. He still spent time with Esme - more time, if possible. However, he began to psychologically torment here with sly, subtle insinuations.
Esme, who had alternatively been derided as a bastard child, the daughter of a cheap Brazilian whore, had little self-confidence to begin with. Now that her favourite person was putting her down, and not tauntingly but effecting genuine sorrow and pity, what remained of her self-esteem was virtually shattered. Achille sadistically enjoyed the power he had over her, and began to explore his own manipulative abilities, drunk with the sense of authority he had over another person.
As his dark hobbies developed inwardly, he polished his exterior to seem the studious, serious, boy who would be ready to shoulder the burden of the Xavier Oil Company.
When he turned fourteen, three years later, Achille travelled to Greece to meet his future business partners. He received word that Esme had drowned in the Amazon River. Shortly after, Achille shifted for the first time, at a business meeting. His father hushed up the incident effectively, but was dismayed at his son's odd abilities. Although it did not disqualify Achille from becoming heir, Tiberius decided to send his son to America anyway (where all sorts of odd behaviour was tolerated) with two goals: (1) to strike more ground and scope out the business potentials of the US and (2) until he learned to get his shifting abilities under control.
Adulthood: The jealousy that had consumed him, the hidden yearning to also be "special", was suddenly gone. Which left a tremendous void in Achille, the buried anger suddenly evaporated. To fill the void, Achille became a far more flighty, though less wantonly cruel, figure - essentially, what he is today. He seemed to transport all the gravity of his position inside, hiding that from view, and painted himself another exterior. A particularly unsettling one.
Being in the US among many different people provided him opportunities he'd never had before. In the decade that he has in the US, Achille has become stranger and stranger. He still communicates with his father through phone and mail exchanges, but with the amount of time that Tiberius spends travelling, the man can be singularly hard to reach. Achille hasn't forgotten the main purpose of his trip to the US; it just seems to have taken a back-burner position while he busies himself with being a nuisance.
Current: Achille found a community of shifters. Not the first other shifters he's been exposed to, but certainly the largest concentration of them so far, it seems to have ignited something of his jealousy and competitive rivalry, bringing out a more frivolous edge to his behaviour.
RELATIONSHIPS
Family:
* Esme Rio Tiberius Xavier (younger half-sister) - drowned
Acquaintances:
* none at the moment
OTHER
Trivia:
* Contrary to popular opinion, Achille is neither homosexual nor bisexual. If he were to be anything, it would be straight. From what most people understand of him, however, it's hard to imagine him getting into a serious relationship, either romantically or physically. He flirts, but the aim is not sex - it's to make other people uncomfortable. Rape is not about sex, but about power. For Achille, it's much the same principle, except the authority he prefers to exert is psychological, not physical.
* It's best not to take anything he says at face value. He lies frequently, thoughtlessly, and carelessly, frequently without any real motive. Sort of a "just because I can" thing. He doesn't particularly remember half the drivel he spouts, and will contradict himself frequently.
* He has a weird rhetorical habit of drawing out certain words or syllables, placing a "stress" on them, so to speak, though usually at random and with no careful consideration.
In medias res: Two years prior to the onset of the current plot; Achille lived with Isaac, a flatmate and peer shifter, third floor of their apartment complex.
ORIGIN APPLICATION
Diet: Achille eats anything and everything. He likes friend (or raw) insects as a delicacy, and particularly enjoys munching on them if other people are around, for the sheer gross-out factour. For that reason, he spends a lot of time in the Verge Apartments - and because there are more people - but mainly, using the communal kitchen space to unsettle people entertains him to no end.
Skills: He picks up many odd things, but sleight of hand and art are probably two areas where he performs exceptionally.
Schooling: Most of his schooling was either private tutor or international university. He's very intelligent, even if he hardly ever acts it, and knows a surprising amount. Not that he's ever found it excessively useful. He hates history with a passion, however.
Habits: Achille has few good habits, and many horrible ones. He often employs a string of maids to cling his room, and ends up freaking them out with his random flirtation.
Criminal Record: Suspiciously clean.
Roleplaying Experience: 4-5 years.
Sample: Continuation of the above scenario; Isaac grudgingly agrees to take Achille to the studio, though they stop at a high-end bar on the way there first.
DEMOGRAPHIC
Name: Achille Tiberius Escabão Xavier (Achille is pronounced ah-SHEEL; Xavier like Charles Xavier from X-men)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Shift: Veiled chameleon
Nationality: Portuguese / French / Italian / Greek
Sexuality: Straight; possibly asexual
Religion: Unknown
Politics: Unknown
Occupation: Oil industry affiliate
Residence: Origin Apartments
AESTHETIC
Appearance: Built like a prince, and accustomed to carrying himself with a noble air, Achille struts for an audience. He has warm, light-copper skin, deft long fingers, and fascinatingly slender features. He has a low, enchanting voice which can rise to hit higher, flutey cadences. While he would not likely be labelled a "stud" or "hunk", he is certainly considered very pretty, even beautiful, were it not for the ulterior taint of cruelty plagueing his grey eyes. He wears metallic gold eye shadow, with iridescent blues and greens feathering out along his lashes. The short crop of tresses he sports is originally a soft, muted black in colour; Achille however, can change his hair colour (even in human form) to some degree. Right now, he's favouring iridescent turquoise.
Attire: Preppy, flamboyantly so, Achille is a fashion peacock. He likes argyle sweaters, but never in conservative colours. Instead, he likes strong dark-orange and black diamonds on a background of pastel green. He considers himself one of the few men who can pull of skinny pants and does so boldly, wearing coral, pink, and purple denims frequently. Combined with his bizarre appearance, and Achille makes a very, very strong first impression.
Headshot: Without cosmetics or hair dyes, Achille normally looks thus.
PSYCHOLOGICAL
Personality: Achille adopts a different face for each occasion to suit his many needs. Having practised for so long, pretence has become reality. There is probably little left in his behaviour that reflects his original self. Instead, he is always at central stage of a carefully prepared, well-choreographed, well-enacted theatre. His existence limited to the present, Achille is exactly whomever or whatever he acts like at any given moment. He tends to pick up different behaviour quirks from different peers, in an eerie, constant changing of masks.
Sophisticated, but twisted, he displays psychopathic tendencies which are often overlooked. Hiding the rougher edges of his personality beneath a bright, bubbly exterior, Achille is almost always laughing, joking, and smiling. He once confessed that he adopts the shallow, fruity demeanour to unsettle both genders, coy flirtation laced through his words. However, he does pay special attention to other men, precisely because it is frowned upon.
He also lies compulsively, fabricating wild stories until even he can no longer really tell what is true and what belongs to another of his intricately woven fantasies. He does not usually have a motive for lying, it simply comes quite naturally to him. Whatever slips casually and loosely from his lips is what he whimsically attaches himself to.
Likes: hitting on people, coming onto people, the theatre, plays, literature, bright/bold colours, argyle patterns, music, architecture, renaissance art
Dislikes: spanish people (no one is entirely sure why)
Hobbies: making people uncomfortable
SOCIETAL
HISTORY
Parental/Early: Achille is the grandson of Escabão Xavier, and son of Tiberius Escabão Xavier. The Xavier Oil Company is a Brazil-based oil mining corporation with several branches in Saudi Arabia and Africa. As such, Achille is ridiculously wealthy and partially owns one palace in the Middle East, and two large estates in Brazil. He is expected to take over the family business one day, and fully intends to do so.
Childhood: Achille has a younger half-sister, born after his own French mother died from a haemorrhagic virus she picked up in the Congo forests on a trip there. His father, Tiberius, wed a second wife, this one a native Brazil girl. The product of that marriage was Esme Rio Tiberius Xavier, a swarthy, pretty girl. For the first five years of her life, Achille was the ideal big brother - he thoroughly enjoyed having a younger sister and even spent time humouring her whims. She in turn, adored her brother, as no one else paid her much attention.
Adolescence: The year that she turned six, Esme became a shifter (Brazilian wandering spider). Eleven-year-old Achille was tremendously jealous of her ability, but masked it thoroughly. It was the beginning of his pretence, putting on a different face than what he felt. He still spent time with Esme - more time, if possible. However, he began to psychologically torment here with sly, subtle insinuations.
Esme, who had alternatively been derided as a bastard child, the daughter of a cheap Brazilian whore, had little self-confidence to begin with. Now that her favourite person was putting her down, and not tauntingly but effecting genuine sorrow and pity, what remained of her self-esteem was virtually shattered. Achille sadistically enjoyed the power he had over her, and began to explore his own manipulative abilities, drunk with the sense of authority he had over another person.
As his dark hobbies developed inwardly, he polished his exterior to seem the studious, serious, boy who would be ready to shoulder the burden of the Xavier Oil Company.
When he turned fourteen, three years later, Achille travelled to Greece to meet his future business partners. He received word that Esme had drowned in the Amazon River. Shortly after, Achille shifted for the first time, at a business meeting. His father hushed up the incident effectively, but was dismayed at his son's odd abilities. Although it did not disqualify Achille from becoming heir, Tiberius decided to send his son to America anyway (where all sorts of odd behaviour was tolerated) with two goals: (1) to strike more ground and scope out the business potentials of the US and (2) until he learned to get his shifting abilities under control.
Adulthood: The jealousy that had consumed him, the hidden yearning to also be "special", was suddenly gone. Which left a tremendous void in Achille, the buried anger suddenly evaporated. To fill the void, Achille became a far more flighty, though less wantonly cruel, figure - essentially, what he is today. He seemed to transport all the gravity of his position inside, hiding that from view, and painted himself another exterior. A particularly unsettling one.
Being in the US among many different people provided him opportunities he'd never had before. In the decade that he has in the US, Achille has become stranger and stranger. He still communicates with his father through phone and mail exchanges, but with the amount of time that Tiberius spends travelling, the man can be singularly hard to reach. Achille hasn't forgotten the main purpose of his trip to the US; it just seems to have taken a back-burner position while he busies himself with being a nuisance.
Current: Achille found a community of shifters. Not the first other shifters he's been exposed to, but certainly the largest concentration of them so far, it seems to have ignited something of his jealousy and competitive rivalry, bringing out a more frivolous edge to his behaviour.
RELATIONSHIPS
Family:
* Esme Rio Tiberius Xavier (younger half-sister) - drowned
Acquaintances:
* none at the moment
OTHER
Trivia:
* Contrary to popular opinion, Achille is neither homosexual nor bisexual. If he were to be anything, it would be straight. From what most people understand of him, however, it's hard to imagine him getting into a serious relationship, either romantically or physically. He flirts, but the aim is not sex - it's to make other people uncomfortable. Rape is not about sex, but about power. For Achille, it's much the same principle, except the authority he prefers to exert is psychological, not physical.
* It's best not to take anything he says at face value. He lies frequently, thoughtlessly, and carelessly, frequently without any real motive. Sort of a "just because I can" thing. He doesn't particularly remember half the drivel he spouts, and will contradict himself frequently.
* He has a weird rhetorical habit of drawing out certain words or syllables, placing a "stress" on them, so to speak, though usually at random and with no careful consideration.
In medias res: Two years prior to the onset of the current plot; Achille lived with Isaac, a flatmate and peer shifter, third floor of their apartment complex.
"Isaaaaaaaaaaaaaac, sweetheart... there's some kid causing trouble downstairs. I assume it has something to do with your naughty ass."
Achille smiled as he entered the room, his eyes closed, a treacherously smug grin spreading across the seam of his lips. That smile only grew when he spotted the other male, addressing him by name and with a flamboyant bow. Insistently chattering, almost mindlessly, Achille circled across to his flatmate, winding an arm flirtatiously across the hawk-shifter's shoulders.
"Hmmmmm... that's his, right? He peered over Isaac's shoulder, at the cellular device that the man was currently assembling. "What'd you take it for?" Achille had leaned in closer, his eyebrows raised over-expressively, his breath close and soft enough to tickle the short downy hairs on Isaac's next.
Isaac turned his head slightly, extricating himself from his flat-mate's grip as his hard amber eyes glowered. Achille fluttered his eye-lashes, feigning a swoon. Isaac was employed as a model, and his angry, lowered stare was particularly attractive to the photographers, a vibrant "bad boy" vibe.
"I hear you guys got to see the new girls... one of them was a certain French-Canadian...?" He stood up properly, still smiling, now coiling his arms behind his back having been rejected. His fingers absently toyed with one of the belt loops, hooking and tugging at it. "Any reason they let you audition her?"
Achille tilted his head, lifting a hand to his neck, resting his chin on his knuckles, eyebrows having tipped suggestively at the question. He watched Isaac expectantly.
Flamboyantly dressed, with a deranged way of greeting people, it was something you had to live with and learn to ignore. Plus, with Achille paying three quarters of the rent, Isaac was unlikely to find a better deal any-time soon. Not that it was healthy. Living with this... creature as a flatmate definitely HAD warped him. Keh.
"You can't have her, she's mine." Achille decided, matter-of-factly, folding his arms with a imperious pout, his tone almost condescending.
ORIGIN APPLICATION
Diet: Achille eats anything and everything. He likes friend (or raw) insects as a delicacy, and particularly enjoys munching on them if other people are around, for the sheer gross-out factour. For that reason, he spends a lot of time in the Verge Apartments - and because there are more people - but mainly, using the communal kitchen space to unsettle people entertains him to no end.
Skills: He picks up many odd things, but sleight of hand and art are probably two areas where he performs exceptionally.
Schooling: Most of his schooling was either private tutor or international university. He's very intelligent, even if he hardly ever acts it, and knows a surprising amount. Not that he's ever found it excessively useful. He hates history with a passion, however.
Habits: Achille has few good habits, and many horrible ones. He often employs a string of maids to cling his room, and ends up freaking them out with his random flirtation.
Criminal Record: Suspiciously clean.
Roleplaying Experience: 4-5 years.
Sample: Continuation of the above scenario; Isaac grudgingly agrees to take Achille to the studio, though they stop at a high-end bar on the way there first.
"True, don't want to get bored of you now, do I?" The Italian male chuckled lightly, leaning weightlessly on Isaac's chair, with a hand lazily cupping the circular rim of the back even as Isaac tipped it rampant.
Achille's eyes followed the back of the waiter, allowing him to tip his head in perverse consideration before he emitted a low wolf-whistle, giggling to himself at the way the man's rolling, bear-like gait hitched, then turned to smile prettily to Isaac.
"Eh, don't worry about your girl. I’m all good on the outside," he purred with an amused look on his face, closing his eyes in a content manner before he leant forward; switching his nimble fingers for an elbow, which he rested on the back of the chair, letting the hand connected to it drape lazily over Isaac’s shoulder.
"And if I am naughty, better they know it know than later, hm?"
He flashed the Isaac a cheshire grin before he moved round to one of the other seats, pulling it out with an automatic laugh when a different waiter came to tend to their needs.
"Awww, where's the other guy? Send him back, send him back. I didn't even get his name..." He pouted childishly, leaning his head on both his hands in an equally immature manner, widening his eyes to allow the muted grey hues their full coaxing potential. "You don't look nearly as fun."
He flicked a gaze at Isaac, passing the disapproving male a grin, laughing silently to himself.
The waiter pretended not to hear Achille, feeling something akin to doom fluttering heavily over his head. He'd previously managed not to pay any heed to his flustered, red-faced colleague struggling with himself in the kitchen. These two - rather, the pretty one - seemed to be the culprit. He shifted slightly, fiddling with his uniform.
"Are you ready to order?"