Meet Xanriel

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Meet Xanriel

Below you will find variations of Xanriel depending on the genre of play. Please feel free to provide any feedback, and if you're interested in playing, let me know!

Name: Xanriel
Nicknames: Xan or Riel
Age: 27
Height: 5'7"
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Blue / Brown
Status: Free
Occupation: Server (The Pavilion)

• Medieval Fantasy
• Modern Fantasy & Sci-Fi Fantasy
• The Pavilion
• OOC

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  What Xanriel would not have given to grow up the son of a Merchant, or even a farmer, instead of that of a Lord. Their manor, for one was situated high on the hill overlooking the town below, and no other buildings were permitted to be built fifty yards of the outside wall of their manor. This was for the security of the Lord’s family and home, but it also made an intangible barrier others did not willingly cross without good reason.
  
  People within the village avoided strolling up that pathway without good cause, and even when Xanriel had been young, and sought to make friends with the other children in town, once they realized he lived in the manor, those friendships withered up like roots in the harsh summer sun. There were some that would travel the road into the manor though. Other nobles, and well to do merchants. The children they brought with them though were not of the same bread as those in the village.
  
  They were often spoiled, formal, and always seemed to be looking for a way to use others to raise their station, even if it was just in the sight of a servant. Scheming to put things to their advantage when none truly was needed. It was when he was sixteen when two visiting families had gotten the better of him. Successfully making him look the bumbling idiot when serving tea. One tripped him, and hot tea ruined the robes of another. Both berated him before their parents, and his.
  
  His parents were forced to apologize, and it was then that he knew…this life was not what he wanted, not one he would likely survive. He didn’t have the heart for it. So it was in the evenings he began to make his plans. He loved his parents, and he knew the shame his actions would cause him, but he could not do it. He spent weeks planning, and finally, one evening, he’d made good his escape.
  
  He took coin his father had given him for an allowance. He’d save and saved, enough to be able to bribe his way onto a merchant caravan heading west. Though he thought he’d had enough, he’d been truly mistaken. It turned out that there was much he had not considered. A place to sleep, food, and the work to be done on an over month long trip was not inexpensive. But when the woman who was leading the caravan found out he could write? Well, she had uses for that. He was given a seat along the lead wagon, and he wrote her letters for her.
  
  Confirmed her numbers when they stopped to make sales, and in general served as a clerk and secretary. It was when they came to one of the largest cities he’d ever seen, the caravan off loaded the supplies of the east, and was set to load back up and turn around. It was then the woman gave him advice. Seek out the Pavilion, there was always work to be had there. He would not miss it.
  
  She’d spoken the truth, it was one of the largest buildings in the town, and situated in it’s heart. It was larger than his father’s manor. He had worried he might not be able to find work, but a place like the Pavilion had need of all sorts. Plus…he had a look they could use.
  
  
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  Growing up wanting for nothing wasn't always a good thing. Xanriel did grow up wanting for nothing, and in turn, that left him wanting for everything. His father and mother were both geniuses. Both successful in their fields. Both doting. His father was a pioneer in nano-technology, and his mother genetics. Being their only child tended to mean the over did things more than a little bit. Whenever he so much as looked at something with a mild interest, they got it for him, whether he truly wanted it or not. Oh, for sure it wasn't always an immediate thing, but they'd get it, and dress it up as a surprise. This wasn't necessarily bad, but it led him to have some misunderstandings about how the world worked for most people.
  
  
  At first, his parents had thought it best to be homeschooled, as they wanted him close, but the private schools were just a bit too far away to make things feasible. But by the time Xanriel was ten, it was clear he was lonely. So his mom had the idea to let him attend public school, and they would just privately tutor him to ensure a higher standard of education. This way, he’d get to make friends, but would not suffer for it. Xan though didn’t understand the differences between his family and the others, let along how different he was already, having had a more sheltered start to his life.
  
  But the children he met in school were quick to pick up on the differences. Nicer clothes, brand named even. When he learned from the other kids was interesting, popular and such, he’d quickly come in with those things, and soon, he had friends. When they came over to his place for the first time, they’d find themselves in a large home, well decorated, and with no small amount of creature comforts. They’d also find the latest of just about everything. Books, Gaming systems, Computers, and other toys. But after that, his friends always wanted to be at his house.
  
  Xanriel had no idea just how many of his friends were genuine, and in truth, never really questioned it until his best friend Raedon, or who he'd thought of as his best friend, got into a true fight. Xanriel had been left knocked on his back, his lip split, and his former friend spelling it out for him. If it hadn’t been for the things he had, he wouldn’t have had a friend in the world. Or so he said. Without the game systems, clothes, or the electronics, what was he? Nothing.
  
  
  That had changed a lot for Xanriel. He withdrew, and his parents hadn't known how to help. He couldn't trust the relationships he had, and he didn’t know how to what to do. But when when not one of the kids from school even seemed to care about the distance, let along check on him? Well, he figured then where he stood. He burned each and every one of those relationship bridges in his mind, and and forced himself to see the reality of the situation and to moved on. He'd explained this to his parents, and though it hurt them, they understood. When he finished his formalized schooling, he needed to find himself, and so with a heavy heart, he let his parents know he’d be setting out on his own. He would be not only moving out from their home, but getting as far away as he could. He needed to find himself.
  
  He left it all behind. Oh, he still called and video chatted, but he kept the details of his life general. The truth was, he didn't have their drive, or their passion. He didn’t want to go to college and run into more people like that, and he didn’t really have a drive to study anything like his parents had. That road would just lead him to the situation he was running from. It would shame them, but he found a job, though it wasn't glamorous. It had nothing to do with business. He'd found entry level position at the Pavilion. The clients the Pavilion catered to did tend to be well off, and as such, the Pavilion insisted on men and women to be dressed well, and to be pleasing to look at in one way or another, and to take care of themselves. The pay was fair, though he honestly didn't seek the trappings of the life he'd once had.
  
  He knew how empty such things truly were, and what traps they could form. He used his pay for a simple studio apartment. He could have afforded more, but those things were a cautionary tale to him now. He preferred his accommodations to be humble in appearance, and sparsely furnished. So that was how he made them. This would be his life. Simple and uncomplicated as he could make it. Sometimes though, the world doesn’t care for the plans you make for yourself.
  
  
  
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  The Pavilion will completely depend ont he RP we create. It can be anything from a simple themed cafe, to a ritzy hotel, or to a large, potentially shady or criminal, corporation that has varied interest.
  
  
  
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  What am I hoping for?
  
  Action
  Adventure
  Slice of Life
  Fantasy
  
  Good colloboration, and another player that isn't afraid to bring other characters into the story to play for a short or long term basis. Our characters could meet throught The Pavilion in one way or another. Maybe your character is a client, or fellow worker. There could be some sort of plot that one of them hears, and they are both sucked into a dangerous situation. Or pulled into dangerous company at the very least.
  
  They could just meet, and fall in love, and the story could be about the struggles of their lives as they come together, and the stresses and drama's that pull at them.
  
  Maybe the Pavilion is really a place where beings of supernatural origin come to broker deals and Xanriel's eyes are opened to a power beyond the rich, and his ties to it.
  
  They could meet outside of the Pavilion. That location doesn't even need to be central to the story. I'm open to fantasy aspects in any story.