༺ I am not fragile ༻

PHYSICAL

HAIR: Dark brown, usually neatly styled but slightly tousled enough to keep a boyish charm. EYES: dark brown—calm, observant, and unsettlingly perceptive, as if he’s always reading more than you intended to show. HEIGHT: 6'1" MARKINGS: A thin surgical scar along the side of his right hand from a residency accident during an emergency procedure—one of the few moments in his life where control slipped.

FAMILY

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

SIBLINGS: Twin Brother — Xavier Montgomery (his closest ally and the only person who truly understands him)

PARENTS: Father — (alive) Mother — (alive)

PHYSICAL PROWESS: His strength lies in control and efficiency. Years of disciplined fitness and careful body awareness give him quiet precision in movement. He reacts quickly, maintains composure under stress, and understands body mechanics well enough to neutralize a threat if necessary. ABILITIES: Xander excels at recognizing subtle shifts in expression, tone, and body language. His ability to predict reactions often makes conversations feel almost choreographed. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French HOBBIES: Reading neurological research journals and rare medical case studies. Long evening walks through Virtue’s gardens, where he can think uninterrupted.

COLORS: he likes darker shades of blue, sometimes black. SMELLS:  the smell of nature, ocean, rivers, anything outdoors DRINKS: all kinds. FOOD: not picky.

CHARACTERS:

TV SHOWS :Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders), Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal), Petyr Baelish (Game of Thrones) MARVEL - Vision, Doctor Strange, Black Panther (T’Challa) FEARS: Losing control of his own emotional detachment. TRIGGERS : N/A

BACKGROUND

Xander Montgomery was born second — by minutes, not by expectation.

As one half of the Montgomery twins, heirs to a long-standing lineage of high-ranking Virtues, Xander grew up in a household where reputation was sacred and emotion was measured. Their parents were disciplined, composed, and unwavering in their standards. Love was present, but structured. Support was abundant — so long as rules were followed.

From childhood, Xander and Xavier were inseparable. They challenged teachers, friends, even family to tell them apart, switching roles with unsettling ease. What began as a harmless game slowly became something more philosophical to Xander. How well did anyone truly know another person? How easily could perception be shaped?

Where Xavier sought victory and validation, Xander preferred observation. He watched reactions. Studied patterns. Learned the mechanics of attention, admiration, desire. He discovered early that people were far more predictable than they believed themselves to be — especially when emotion was involved.

Gifted academically and relentlessly competitive, Xander gravitated toward medicine, eventually specializing in Neurology. The human brain fascinated him; it was the closest thing to honest architecture he could find. Unlike people, neural pathways did not pretend to be anything other than what they were.

When Xavier’s wife was arrested in the middle of their anniversary dinner — publicly exposed for embezzling from the Montgomery family business — it did more than stain their name. It reshaped Xander’s worldview. Watching his brother humiliated, watching years of devotion dismantled in seconds, solidified a belief he had long held:

Love is a liability. Marriage is exposure. Devotion is exploitable.

Xander had never liked her. He had observed her too carefully, and he’d tell others her precision unsettled him. But even he had not predicted that betrayal.

That failure to foresee it has never sat comfortably with him.

Now, Xander moves through Virtue with effortless grace — boyish charm hiding surgical perception. He engages respectfully, laughs easily, and makes others feel uniquely seen. But cross him, or worse, threaten his family, and the warmth evaporates. He does not raise his voice. He does not posture.

PHYSICAL

HAIR: Long dark chestnut colored hair past her shoulders. She likes to keep it up or down and be playful with hair style. EYES: Piercing blue, reflecting beautifully when she's wearing a dark blue outfit. HEIGHT: 5'3" MARKINGS: A small burn mark on her wrist when trying to help out in the fire when she was 16. She does have a tattoo on her right ribcage.

FAMILY

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single SIBLINGS: only child PARENTS: Alicia Montgomery (mother), Christian Reeves (Father)

PHYSICAL PROWESS: She is lean and toned, she loves to go out on runs and was in cheerleading in HS. Active in sports and keeps herself in shape. ABILITIES:  Knowledge of nursing, graduated with her BSN, and continues to educate herself by attending seminars offered at the hospital. Avery is always learning new things that help her grow in medicine. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Spanish HOBBIES: Loves to sit and binge watch TV shows, she loves going out for walks, visiting new places.

CHARACTERS:

MARVEL: Kitty Pride, Jean Grey TV: Elena Gilbert (TVD) FEARS: Losing people. TRIGGERS: n/a

BIO -

Avery Reeves is the kind of person people trust before they even realize why. She carries herself with natural grace — a warm smile, a steady voice, and the ability to calm a room within seconds. Patients cling to her reassurance, nurses rely on her direction, and doctors know that when she speaks, it’s worth listening. She doesn’t demand authority; she earns it.

But her strength wasn’t inherited. Avery didn’t grow up wanting leadership. She grew up learning how fragile life really was.

As a teenager, she lived carefree — the girl next door everyone liked, the one people gravitated toward without effort. Some envied how perfect her life seemed. She always had friends around her, especially one — her childhood best friend. Most people assumed they would eventually end up together. They never did. They were simply inseparable.

Until senior year.

TW: mentions of fire and death

What was meant to be a harmless prank at a bonfire party turned into a nightmare when a fire broke out. In the chaos, she lost him — and the version of herself that believed tragedy only happened to other people. That night rewrote her future.

She chose the medical field and dedicated her life to making sure no one else felt that same helplessness again. If she could save even one life — be there when it mattered — then it meant something. To Avery, healing isn’t just medicine. It’s presence.

Yet one wound remains untouched: her father.

Christian Reeves chose Vice. Her mother rarely spoke about him — and when she did, it was with resentment. Maybe they were too young, maybe life pulled them in different directions, maybe family was never what he wanted. Avery never allowed herself to hate him. She only wants to understand why he left… and why he stayed away.

Living in Virtue, she poured herself into Mercy Hospital, rising through dedication and relentless effort. She watched it grow, watched patient care improve, built a team she was proud to stand beside. Avery wants more than routine treatment — she wants progress, innovation, something that pushes medicine forward. If she can save a life, it means one less loss, and that has to mean something.

Connections

Avery’s nature perfectly: gentle but resilient. She didn’t choose medicine for prestige, she chose it because she knows what it feels like when no one can fix the hurt in time. A peony blooms soft, but its petals are layered just like her strength. Beneath the calm leadership is grief she turned into purpose, and every life she helps is her quiet promise that loss won’t be meaningless

Camellia fits someone who doesn’t fall apart in public. Vivian keeps her pride intact, masks vulnerability behind confidence, and chooses carefully who gets to see the real softness beneath. Affection from her isn’t loud — it’s deliberate. If she lets someone close, it means they mattered enough to pass every wall she built.

Foxglove connects to a person who loves deeply but protects themselves carefully. They don’t open up easily, but once trust is earned, their loyalty is fierce. It reflects a heart that wants to help others while quietly guarding its own wounds.

First love: Dante

Daffodils emotionally represent hope after hardship — the quiet kind that comes once the worst has already passed. They bloom at the edge of winter, symbolizing healing, resilience, and choosing warmth even after loss. Rather than naïve happiness, they carry earned optimism: the feeling of surviving something heavy and still deciding to keep living, gently and openly