Post by Xavier Guillory on Feb 27, 2013 10:38:42 GMT
meet Xavier Guillory
I'm down so low, there's no where left to go
And now finally, finally, the blackest skies are calling me
Why can't I cheat the claws of destiny?
name/alias, Robin
age, 23
rp experiance, Since I were 13
BACK TO BASICS !
full name, Xavier Guillory
age, 15
gender, male (Physically female not gone through op)
sexuality, confused
job, student
grade, Freshman
pets, none
FIRST IMPRESSIONS !
appearance, Xavier stands at approximately 5ft 10" tall and his build is slender. He possesses pale skin and his eyes are a dark brown that can sometimes be described as chocolate. On his neck he has a tattoo of a dragon that is generally well hidden beneath his clothes and his left ear is pierced with a ring in it. Some people would describe him as rather feminine, others would call him rather androgynous. He does hold a secret however, that he works to disguise constantly.
clothing style, Xavier is a big fan of layers. He likes to layer clothing so that no one can see a hint of either the bandages or the binder that he wears beneath his tops. Generally seen wearing ripped or patched black low slung jeans with a canvas webbed belt, he tends to also be rarely seen without a leather jacket that gives him a look of someone at home on a motorbike.
That's not to say he can't smarten up though. Indeed when he decides he has to look smart he manages to do so, wearing well tailored suits, that aren't exactly cheap.
That's not to say he can't smarten up though. Indeed when he decides he has to look smart he manages to do so, wearing well tailored suits, that aren't exactly cheap.
celeb PB, Casey Legler
SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE !
personality, Xavier tends to be rather quiet at times, not due to not wanting to talk but more as he's quite shy about being caught out. He does however have a strong belief in doing what's right, and his temper can be rather quick to kick off at times. However he's equally as kick to calm down, once he's left a dent that is.
He tends to enjoy the more creative subjects such as Art and music, and plays the flute. He equally enjoys time with a good book though. Generally quite easy to get on with he does get rapidly overwhelmed in very noisy environments, and he hates people touching him - especially his back which he gets twitchy about.
He tends to enjoy the more creative subjects such as Art and music, and plays the flute. He equally enjoys time with a good book though. Generally quite easy to get on with he does get rapidly overwhelmed in very noisy environments, and he hates people touching him - especially his back which he gets twitchy about.
strengths & weaknesses, Can be patient, caring. Can't filter background noise out easily, very easy to distract, quick temper.
likes & dislikes, Playing Flute, Reading a book, time to himself. Dislikes anyone touching him, especially his back, those who would pick on another for little or no reason, Too much noise, not being allowed to doodle in lesson. Dislikes singing
dreams & fears, Dreams of becoming a full male, of being a successful flautist. Fears dying unloved and alone, fears anyone finding out he's not really a male.
THE PAST MAKES YOU !
history, Born into a middle class family Xavier Guillory was originally born Xavia Guillimer. However upon coming out to his family about gender he was as good as disowned. It was they who sent him here to get him 'out of their hair' insisting on using a different last name as well as his chosen first name. That is however jumping the gun a bit, what else has shaped Xaviers life besides that most critically changing moment.
On the 15th of March 1997, at 10 minutes past 5 in the morning and during an unusual rainstorm Xavier, then known as Xavia, was born into the world. It wasn't normal weather in Paris however it happened and regardless Xavier was born healthy. Growing up however things always seemed different. He always scorned the fine dresses, dolls? Oh you can be there heads were torn off.
His school grades also suffered, partly due to his seeming inability to focus. When he spoke up to his parents, at the age of 13, about his desires to grow up as a male, to be a Mr Guillmer they reacted with horror, more as they started to doubt that they could just keep dismissing this as a childish fantasy.
So instead they had him enrolled into The Opera House Private School, with strict instructions that he wasn't to ever return home. While they still pay him some money, it is more a payment to stay away from them, with the understanding that it will be severed the moment he leaves the school, or at eighteen without he gives up on his 'folly' and 'crazy dreams'.
However at the Opera House Private School he has seemingly thrived, while he still keeps himself to himself, and has a vicious temper - developed joining in rough housing with the boys at state schools - he has seemingly found a niche he's certainly comfortable with. To be a flautist, trying his best to disappear into the music that he guides into life from notes on the page to delicate soaring melodies using the flute as the body to bring the music to life.
On the 15th of March 1997, at 10 minutes past 5 in the morning and during an unusual rainstorm Xavier, then known as Xavia, was born into the world. It wasn't normal weather in Paris however it happened and regardless Xavier was born healthy. Growing up however things always seemed different. He always scorned the fine dresses, dolls? Oh you can be there heads were torn off.
His school grades also suffered, partly due to his seeming inability to focus. When he spoke up to his parents, at the age of 13, about his desires to grow up as a male, to be a Mr Guillmer they reacted with horror, more as they started to doubt that they could just keep dismissing this as a childish fantasy.
So instead they had him enrolled into The Opera House Private School, with strict instructions that he wasn't to ever return home. While they still pay him some money, it is more a payment to stay away from them, with the understanding that it will be severed the moment he leaves the school, or at eighteen without he gives up on his 'folly' and 'crazy dreams'.
However at the Opera House Private School he has seemingly thrived, while he still keeps himself to himself, and has a vicious temper - developed joining in rough housing with the boys at state schools - he has seemingly found a niche he's certainly comfortable with. To be a flautist, trying his best to disappear into the music that he guides into life from notes on the page to delicate soaring melodies using the flute as the body to bring the music to life.
family, Mother: Maria Guillmer
Father: Alexander Guillmer
Siblings: 1x Younger brother: Martin Guillmer (13 years old)
1x Older Sister: Raechel Guillmer (18 years old, Pianist, also at The Opera House Private School, pb (Suggested): Astrid-Berges Frisbey)
Father: Alexander Guillmer
Siblings: 1x Younger brother: Martin Guillmer (13 years old)
1x Older Sister: Raechel Guillmer (18 years old, Pianist, also at The Opera House Private School, pb (Suggested): Astrid-Berges Frisbey)
SHOW US WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF !
rp sample,
Xaviers fingers were tapping in time with the beat of the piece he was listening to, over-ear customized headphones were firmly fixated to his head, his eyes closed. Currently he was lost in the feel of the music, his body moving a bit as his fingers shifted to holding an invisible flute, opening his eyes as he hunted through the sheet music stash he’d dragged with him along with his flute to the common room area. There it was.
Quickly, almost feverishly, he searched through the book – it was only thin – until he found the piece he was looking for. The top corners of the pages were dog eared, bent over from how he set up so he could turn a page without a fumble. His close cropped brown hair – left slightly longer on the sides – was a tousled mess and his brown eyes were focused as he pushed the headphones off his ears, turning the volume to full so he could hear the music clearly, for he’d already worked out this piece needed a piano accompaniment. Something he was lacking.
The iPod in question – a black rather well battered model – was pulled out of a pocket in his jeans and he was quick to set his flute up, leaving it on the table as he found a music stand adjusting it to his height and placing the iPod on it, the headphones temporarily hung over the top of the stand as he moved to retrieve flute and sheet music. As he settled the music on the stand, the flute rested carefully on the piano’s closed lid, he also picked the headphones up, slipping them round his neck and flicking the tracks back to the one he wanted picking the flute up and bringing it to the playing position, the body resting into the grove under his lower lip, adjusting until he was comfortable with how it was positioned.
Once that was done he hit play on the iPod using his right hand, as that was one that wasn’t always needed allowing him to make self adjustments to how he practised if need be. It was clear the point when he was truly lost in the music again his body swaying as the notes soared high into the still air of the common room, or swooped down low, the mood changing from rapid like a babbling brook racing over stones to calm like the sea gently caressing the beach, or a gentle whisper of wind over open plains. His whole body moved with the music, his eyes closing. The sheet music was never truly needed – it had been a piece he played often.
Quickly, almost feverishly, he searched through the book – it was only thin – until he found the piece he was looking for. The top corners of the pages were dog eared, bent over from how he set up so he could turn a page without a fumble. His close cropped brown hair – left slightly longer on the sides – was a tousled mess and his brown eyes were focused as he pushed the headphones off his ears, turning the volume to full so he could hear the music clearly, for he’d already worked out this piece needed a piano accompaniment. Something he was lacking.
The iPod in question – a black rather well battered model – was pulled out of a pocket in his jeans and he was quick to set his flute up, leaving it on the table as he found a music stand adjusting it to his height and placing the iPod on it, the headphones temporarily hung over the top of the stand as he moved to retrieve flute and sheet music. As he settled the music on the stand, the flute rested carefully on the piano’s closed lid, he also picked the headphones up, slipping them round his neck and flicking the tracks back to the one he wanted picking the flute up and bringing it to the playing position, the body resting into the grove under his lower lip, adjusting until he was comfortable with how it was positioned.
Once that was done he hit play on the iPod using his right hand, as that was one that wasn’t always needed allowing him to make self adjustments to how he practised if need be. It was clear the point when he was truly lost in the music again his body swaying as the notes soared high into the still air of the common room, or swooped down low, the mood changing from rapid like a babbling brook racing over stones to calm like the sea gently caressing the beach, or a gentle whisper of wind over open plains. His whole body moved with the music, his eyes closing. The sheet music was never truly needed – it had been a piece he played often.
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