NAME: Xander DesaiÂ
AGE: Twenty One Years Old
MEMBERSHIP: The Gravemakers (Current Treasurer)Â
FACECLAIM (Non-Negotiable): Avan JogiaÂ
STATUS: Open
** This Character should be played as nonbinary
Destiny is a think that would always have a boy like Desai be more of a pauper than a prince. That much was true for his father and his grandfather, all the days they spent slaving away for somebody else. Boys like him were meant to be clothed in rags and choking on dirt. A servant. A slave to those who ascended higher than him. It was a life that his mother had resigned herself to, a fact of reality that she never tried to hide from him. There was no room left in their lives for fantasy or delusions, only the cold hard truth. Desai would never be powerful, never be free, never gain respect as easily as anybody else. He would work himself to the bone for all his life, until finally death took him. Even during his childhood, this reality never sat easily with him, but he was inclined to accept it for a long time. He watched quietly from his small frame as those that he loved were beaten and kicked and disrespected, never knowing how to stop it or how to fight it. It took far too long to grow a fire in his heart, to stoke the flames of rage until it roared through his veins, thrashing and gnawing at the injustice of his life.
It takes a long time to nurture the fire, but he does it. He takes his first fledgling steps towards freedom, hands quick and eyes sharp and mind whirling. He vows to make a better life, to change the order of things. Its slow to start, but once he starts learning it happens like a flash. He learns how to be fierce and fearless and quick and unexpected. He knows how to ravage, how to sow regret with every step he takes. Desai becomes a pirate, shapes himself into a prince of thieves, a figure fit to have a sword in his hand and gold in his pockets and blood on his hands. Someday, anyone who treated him like shit are going to be sorry. Someday, theyâre going to regret not seeing the potential in him. His parents, too, will feel the guilt of not breaking these bonds themselves. Theyâll regret letting Desai fester and rot in a pit of snakes. It takes hard work, and its going to take much, much more, but heâs willing to put in the effort to make them see who he really is.Â
At Lovell finds family anew and a home to defend and protect, a place to pour his softness and his love. Its old halls feel like something out of a story, a faraway kingdom waiting for a man just like him. And oh, he adores it. Adores even more its royalist of courts. The Gravemakers are the only people he could trust with such precious parts of himself, with the delicate finery of his soul. Theyâre creatures, beautiful and free, that understand him implicitly. He has spent years learning how to make himself a weapon, and he would happily use every ounce of himself to protect that which has been built for him, safe in the knowledge that his band of brothers would do the same, that their hearts all beat on one wavelength and their minds all share one idea. The Gravemakers are his destiny, and he made it for himself.
ANDREW WALSH;Â Hatred at first sight isnât a feeling that Xander is used to experiencing, more often finding the black and dark dislike through weeks and years of ill-treatment. But hatred at first sight its what happened here, he thinks. They met long before The Gravemakers came calling to them both, but they never got along. From the first moment that their eyes locked, something awful sparked in both of them. In the earliest days of their acquaintance, Xander would have sooner bled Andrew dry than admit to liking him. But these things grow and change in the strangest of ways if given the opportunity. He loathes to admit it, but he would fight and die for Andrew. They fight like cats and dogs, their relationship riding that fine line between love and hate, and Xander doesnât know how to admit that he can feel it all shifting under his feet.Â
JULIAN CORTES;Â While Farrell is like a brother, and Andrew is layer after layer of complexity to dig through, Xander knows exactly how he feels about Julian. Its clear to him that Julian is an odd one, and not the kind of guy that anybody should be trusting. It seems to Xander that sometimes Julian cares more about himself than their society.Â
JACK FARRELL;Â A prince of thieves and a court-jester, theyâve always had something warm and easy that connected them. Theyâre two souls mingling happy in a world that might have more easily shunned both of them. When all else failed, Xander could always depend on Jack for a good laugh and unwavering loyalty. His connection to anyone else might be open to change, but Xander knows that Jack would never abandon him or let him down. Likewise, it would take more than an army of wild horses to tear Xander away from Jack if the other boy needed him, because this isnât a relationship heâs willing to throw away. Theyâre closer than friends, closer than brothers, and theyâll stick together through every obstacle that might come at them.Â
TO EXPLORE THE ROLEPLAY FURTHER, CLICK HERE.