Xavier Knox | Elsewhere Adult

[Xavier Knox]

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Xavier Tristan Knox

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Blood Status: Halfblood

Education: Ilvermorny

Residence: London

Occupation: Stuntman

Do you plan to have a connection to a particular existing place (for example: the Ministry, Shrieking Shack) or to take over an existing shop in need of new management?

Nope!

Requested Magic Levels:

• Charms: 11
• Divination: 8
• Transfiguration: 6
• Summoning: 7

Do you wish to be approved as a group with any other characters? If so who and for what IC reason?

Nope!

Please list any other characters you already have at the site:

Caroline Bisset & Friends

Biography: (300 words minimum.)

Sarah Knox had no business falling in love with someone she had only just met. He was a salesman in New York for only a few weeks. She was a waitress who was barely nineteen. It was a whirlwind romance that led to her following him back to London with the little money she had saved. It wouldn’t take a seer to tell you how this would end. A few months later, Sarah found her way back to the States broke and brokenhearted. Except she wasn’t alone. Just after arriving on her parents’ doorstep, she found out she was pregnant.

Sarah never told him.

Forced back into her parents house and out of the city she once called home, Sarah had to prepare. She was going to do this herself and she was going to be such a good mom, her baby wouldn’t even miss their absent father.

Xavier was a happy baby, hitting all the milestones right on time. The only thing out of the norm was his heterochromia, but she was assured by nearly every healer she asked that it was a natural genetic mutation. To the majority, it was hardly noticeable, his one green and one blue eyes were close in shade. To Sarah, however, it was the first thing she could see when she looked at him.

By the time he had reached four it was apparent. He had woken up with blue hair on Sarah’s birthday. After the shock wore off, she rationalized it as accidental magic. That did not last long. It began to change. That day it was blue, the next it was orange. He was a metamorphmagus*. Too young to control it, Xavier was forced to wear hats any time they left the house lest they run into a no-maj.

At nine, Sarah had finally saved enough money for the pair to move into a house of their own. It was small, but it was enough. And that is where they stayed. At the end of a quiet street and with a sizable back yard, there was plenty of room for Xavier to run and play. This was where his love of stunts began.

Brave and reckless, Xavier gave Sarah numerous heart attacks as he grew bigger. “Hey mom, check this out!” was a phrase that struck fear into her heart. He would fashion makeshift ramps for his bicycle, climb trees and up to the roof, and teach himself how to jump and flip. Xavier became well known to the staff at his local hospital.

At school was when he learned to control his magic and his ability. Being away from school was hard, especially for this mama’s boy, but it was where he learned to be independent above all else.

At twenty-one things changed. Sarah was sick and the prognosis was poor. Six months if she was lucky. She wasn’t. It was four months and five days. He was on his own, with an unopened letter that his mother had written for him. Xavier didn’t have the heart to open it.

In the time following Sarah’s death, Xavier began pouring everything into his stunts. Each one had to be bigger and better than the last. He earned a reputation. Magic didn’t play a part in the actual stunts (that was all him, baby), it just made the aftermath easier. He didn’t know what he would do without healers. After all, not every trick was a winner. Rarely did they ever go exactly to plan.

When twenty-three rolled around, Xavier finally opened that letter. It was what you’d expect and exactly what Xavier needed to hear. What wasn’t expected was the inclusion of one detail: his father’s name. The man who didn’t know he had a son. 

Freshly twenty-four, Xavier found himself in the same position all those years ago. He was in London, with the little savings he had, following the same man. For all the courage he had for dangerous jumps and stunts, he didn’t seem to have any to spare to reach out to his father. While he’s working himself up to that, Xavier is beginning to settle into his new home.


*Special request submitted

Roleplay: 

You come across one of these posts on the site. Please select one & reply as your character:

The snow had been falling steadily all morning and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. Joshua Campbell scrunched his face up in a frown as he lifted his gaze to look to the sky. Snow. It really was quite a bother.

And it certainly didn't make it better that Diagon Alley seemed to be getting more and more crowded. Joshua sighed and pointed his wand at the large box that was currently placed on the doorstep of his shop. He had to get going. He had an order to deliver.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" The elderly man muttered and watched the box hover in the air for a moment. Honestly, did St. Mungo's really need that much tinsel? And with glitter of all things? He sighed again. If it hadn't been for the rather convincing stamp on the order, he would have been likely to believe it had been a prank by one of those orphaned rascals living up there.

Oh well, there was no point in waiting. Joshua deftly stirred the box down the doorstep and out onto the street, carefully levitating it above the heads of the crowd.

"Coming through! Coming through!" His voice sounded over the chatter of the crowd. "Keep out! Move ahead! Go on!" This was going way too slow. People were in the way and walking like they had all day! He huffed. Luckily the road was down hill.

"Coming through! Coming th--- arrrgh!" Joshua let out a loud shout as his feet suddenly slipped in the snow and sent him, the box, and several long strands of tinsel tumbling into the person who had been walking in front of him.

"For Merlin's sake!" Joshua muttered angrily as he hurried to his feet again, red and gold tinsel now decorating his black coat. "I am so sorry! This blasted snow!" He looked apologetic at the person he had crashed into.

Roleplay Response:

Xavier was a free man, having just been released from St. Mungo’s with a freshly mended arm (and two ribs but he didn’t count those). It was snowing just as much as it was when he went in, though it’s not like he was there all that long. It was a simple fix, after all. It was not the first time he'd broken that very arm and it certainly would not be the last

It was the very thing that had gotten him in trouble.

He wasn’t even practicing a stunt. No, this was boring. He was just apparating and lost his footing on the slippery ground. One minute he was upright and the next he was breathless and cold. He didn’t even notice that his arm was at a funny angle until he sat up. Trying to avoid a repeat of this incident, he was walking with his eyes trained on the ground in front of him, making sure each step was secure.

And they were. However, it seemed like mother nature had another victim in mind. Xavier managed to keep his footing when the old man slammed into him and the boxes came cascading down. Xavier managed to catch exactly none of them either. The pair were covered in tinsel, looking like quite the sight. Brushing some off of his shoulders, Xavier shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it, happens to the best of us. You need some help?”

He extended his hand towards the man as an offer to help him up.

OTHER


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