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One x One The Road From Ruin
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One Thousand Club
Name: Xavier Delrios
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Species: Human
Age: 20
Physical Description: Standing at 5'11", Xavier is rather average in height for a human. His brown hair and eyes don't really help to distinguish himself from the normal human population either. He is both lean and muscular, something that is common among the adventuring humans that often are short on food. He has several scars across his body, with most prominent on his back. His hair is often in a state of disarray, so he likes to keep it short. This is, however, not often possible as barbers are often far and few between in towns.
Biography: Xavier was born to a rather poor farming family near Argos Falls. Being the youngest of twelve siblings, he had ery little to stand out from his brothers and sisters. Well, except for his luck.
Xavier's streak of bad luck was what made him known throughout the town. Whether it was the chair breaking apart underneath him or a Greater Sparrow dropping red berries on him while he was tending the bulls, bad fortune seemed to follow him since his birth. It was commonly thought by his neighbours, and his family, that Xavier would not live to adulthood. As fate would have it, he did. This itself, was a surprise to everyone that knew him. What was even more of a surprise was when he decided to become an adventurer, seeking out ancient artifacts and accepting quests. To him, it made perfect sense. If he had survived all the metaphorical and, in some cases, literal crap that had been thrown his way in life, he should be able to handle anything that comes his way.
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Species: Human
Age: 20
Physical Description: Standing at 5'11", Xavier is rather average in height for a human. His brown hair and eyes don't really help to distinguish himself from the normal human population either. He is both lean and muscular, something that is common among the adventuring humans that often are short on food. He has several scars across his body, with most prominent on his back. His hair is often in a state of disarray, so he likes to keep it short. This is, however, not often possible as barbers are often far and few between in towns.
Biography: Xavier was born to a rather poor farming family near Argos Falls. Being the youngest of twelve siblings, he had ery little to stand out from his brothers and sisters. Well, except for his luck.
Xavier's streak of bad luck was what made him known throughout the town. Whether it was the chair breaking apart underneath him or a Greater Sparrow dropping red berries on him while he was tending the bulls, bad fortune seemed to follow him since his birth. It was commonly thought by his neighbours, and his family, that Xavier would not live to adulthood. As fate would have it, he did. This itself, was a surprise to everyone that knew him. What was even more of a surprise was when he decided to become an adventurer, seeking out ancient artifacts and accepting quests. To him, it made perfect sense. If he had survived all the metaphorical and, in some cases, literal crap that had been thrown his way in life, he should be able to handle anything that comes his way.
