Post by jimi on Jun 2, 2013 16:59:42 GMT -5
* - - Xavier Alexander Titus - - *
[/color] Xavier Alexander Titus
Name;;
Nickname(s) ;;[/color] X
Age ;;[/color] 18
Birthday;;[/color] February 4th, 1996
Gender ;;[/color] Male
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Species ;;[/color] Demi-God
Immortal Parent ;;[/color] Mars
Years at Camp ;;[/color] 8th
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Celebrity Claim ;;[/color] Taylor Lautner
Appearance ;;[/color] While not the tallest (roughly five feet and ten inches), Xavier remains imposing in physical stature. His abdominal muscles are as limitless as his strength, and his physique is something out of a Roman Guide to Being a Soldier – if such a text existed. His muscles are hard and defined, the product of years of endless training and drilling.
Fashion isn’t a part of a Mars child’s training, so Xavier never really pays much attention to his clothing. Function over form is definitely the idea here. So long as it doesn’t impede his fighting, and is remotely comfortable, Xavier will wear it. Thankfully, he’s never really had to dress up for any dates, and whenever major events happen, he can depend on his older brother Remus as an example because he’s pretty similar in thinking to him.
Xavier doesn’t think much about his looks, but he would be considered by most to be a handsome young man. While still growing and developing, he feels like he’s in an awkward in between stage. No longer completely clean shaven, he has some stubble on most days unless reminded to shave in the morning. His dark black hair is usually messy, but not long enough to get in his face and mess up his fighting. He’s got a slant in his eyes that makes him look skeptical, which isn’t far off base in the least.
Personality ;;[/color] Xavier is a soldier above all other things in life. It is a great honor for him to be a son of Mars, and he does not take well to his siblings who do not earn the privilege each day. He’s a tireless worker, and an incredible listener. He seeks out advice, and will never stop working to master his craft. While physically capable, his advantages lie in his ability to think as a warrior. He excels in war strategy on a large scale, and has devoted much of his young life to mastering the art of hand to hand combat. He is confident, but would never dare underestimate any opponent. He is the model for what any soldier should be, even to a fault. The only people he sees as equals in the battlefield are his siblings Remus and Charlie, whom he admires a great deal.
The downside of his personality is that he can often be fairly dense. He might miss out on making friends because of his focus on development and execution. He is also unaware of how people feel about him or are perceiving him. If asked about his emotions, he can explain them, but will never answer unabated. Since he is rarely emotional, it is hard for him to get close to many people. It’s not difficult for him to earn respect, but he rarely digs deep into a person, or helps anyone get a deeper understanding of him. The only person he’s ever really talked to at any length is Lilith, so she is the lone exception to this point. He also has a great deal of respect for his siblings from Mars, but does not give such benefit of the doubt to many others.
Powers ;;[/color] Xavier is competent with all weapons, like any Mars kid. However, there is a drastic improvement in ability when it comes to fighting with a sword and shield. He is a defensive specialist, and footwork is the key to his fighting prowess. He’s not fond of killing, but will do anything out of necessity to follow orders or defend himself. It’s hard to get past his shield, and most who do, meet his blade.
Family ;;[/color] Selene Titus - Mother (42) – Professor of Military History
History ;;[/color] Selene broke the mold of a long line of Military Service in her family. Since she was a little girl, she had one fantastic teacher after another, and wanted to dedicate her life to service in another form. While it broke her family’s heart, she pursued her own interests, and this bold decision is what lead to her to meeting the most amazing man she’d ever met.
While she lead students on a study abroad opportunity, Selene was enamored by a stunning tour guide they had at the Coliseum in Rome. Her students were all attentive, but sometimes Selene tuned the words out as she stared at the guide. It wasn’t like her to care so much about a man’s physical attraction level, but he was so knowledgeable. When she tuned back in, he was talking about Roman Military Formations and how the development of different weapons caused a wide sweeping change in the history of Western Civilization. There was no doubt that he was the man of her dreams. In a move unlike anything she’d ever do, she wrote down the address to her hotel, and he visited her later that day.
She wasn’t too surprised to learn that she was pregnant when she was back home in the United States. Her family was going to be so disappointed in her, so she kept it to herself and basically left everything behind for a fresh start for her and her baby from a foreign romance. While she wanted her baby to have a father, she was content with raising the child on her own on the other side of the country with no family and friends. It would always remind her that love was real and help her daydream about the night that would always be her best.
Xavier was born in the winter, though thankfully the temperatures in Southern California were never threatening to a young boy. It was a good thing, because he always wanted to play outside. Her nest egg of money was enough to buy her a nice piece of land near the Pacific Ocean. Xavier was so active, always playing with the many animals they rescued, albeit sometimes he was a little too physical when he played and hurt them now and again. His strength was obvious, and being the man of the house gave him the opportunity to gain strength with the enormous amount of chores he helped his mother with. He never dared complain to her, and though he would show frustration now and again, she took it as a sign of just being a boy, not anything out of the ordinary.
Around his seventh year of age, his mother got a visit. Xavier was out tending to the yard when Mars showed up to their front door. His mother knew who he was instantly and flung the door open, forgetting the fact that he hadn’t been around for years and years, and how could she blame him anyways? She told him about Xavier, and he shocked her by revealing his identity to her. He explained everything about the Romans and that she would have to give Xavier up in three years.
Dismayed by this, Selene changed a bit, trying to protect Xavier and spend every moment with him. He didn’t mind much, but he noticed that he was being taught more and more about Rome and its history. Eventually, his mother explained everything to him, and before he knew it he was meeting Lupa and training. His whole life flipped upside down in what felt like an instant.
After arriving at camp, he got on well with the regiment since responsibility was no stranger to him. The war made a big impact on his life since he was right in the thick of things, fighting against his former training partners that switched sides. He saw familiar faces drop from his sword or the enemy’s, but he kept on fighting. He would never fail to execute an order, and in one of the most trying experiences of his life, he chose orders over the only person he was starting to care about as much as any of his siblings. In his peripheral, he saw Lilith fall hurt, but he was ordered to give cover to his brother Remus. He decided to follow orders, and thankfully, Lilith was taken care of, and he didn’t lose his brother or her on that somber day.
Since then, he was been trying to find a way to tell her how he felt that day, but he was never one to share his feelings or emotions without being asked first. He was new to the romance idea having only ever lived with his mother, so he tried his best to ignore it. He could not have lived with himself if she would have died out there while he chose his orders. Still, the fact that everything worked out in its own way led him to believe that following orders had its merits. Still, if he had to make the decision over again, he wasn’t so sure he could be so obedient twice over.
Site Alias ;;[/color] Jimi or “The Greatest of All Time” <- jk
Reading;;[/color] I’ve read them all! Love Rick Riordan
Roleplaying Experience ;;[/color] 6 years
Sample RP ;;[/color]
(From the old PJ site, JT and Nike)
It was almost funny to imagine the Nike that JT met the first day he arrived at Camp Half Blood. She was already beautiful certainly, but her entire aura was shifting being around him. Every little subtle move she made just had a different feel to it. She went from Nike the friendly huggable goddess to (albeit still very friendly and huggable) sexy and charming Nike. She went from doodling on her arm to drawing an invisible line on the edge of his jean pocket. Subtleties were not going unnoticed by JT, that much he was sure of.
Seeing her just as shy as he was in moments really did a lot to calm his nerves. Most of the time any anxiety he felt was about being afraid that she wouldn’t want him the way that he wanted her. Every time she put her hands on him, let her eyes meet his, couldn’t stop her voice from faltering in confidence, or even failing to prevent her cheeks from flushing did well to give him more and more confidence that she wanted him just as bad.
Finally heading up the stairs he was wondering if she wanted him just as bad right now. He highly doubted it though. She didn’t have access to the view he did marching up the stairs. Of course JT let her know just how much he appreciated her perfect body with his words, but his eyes were doing all the talking now. He was just glad that her women’s jeans weren’t as obstructing as men’s wear. Her hips, her thighs, her incredible butt, all of it moved in harmony with each step.
Quickly his eyes shot up to her face as she shot a look down at him, catching him in the act. With anyone else, JT may have been embarrassed, but that sexy little smirk told him he had no reason to be. He didn’t know if she was more satisfied with catching him in the act, or the act itself. “More than you know,” he said with a quick wink. Even more quickly he hopped up to the step she was on hugging her from behind. “This is the first time I’ve ever regretted not having more steps to climb,” he told her whispering in her left ear.
While he spoke his body was pressed against hers. For all he cared, they could stay just like this forever. Her sweet inner thighs in his hands, her pretty cheek inches from his lips, and her round butt in his standing lap, all of it was enough to make JT wish the staircase were his new apartment. Ultimately he knew he’d have to come back to reality and he moved just one of his hands off of her thighs and gently tapped the back of leg. “Sorry for holding you up, I guess we’ll have to get there sometime, I’ll behave myself the rest of the way,” he told her though there wasn’t much assuredness in his voice.
As he let her continue up the stairs it took a lot of willpower to first peel himself off of her and then keep his distance. It was driving him crazy like a starving child staring at a plate of food through a glass window he couldn’t break. Not that she was food to him, but that same sense of desire was there. Being apart from her was worse than a lot of things and apart for the moment was merely inches away. It was probably going to be official soon if it wasn’t already; he was losing his mind over her.
Apparently she realized his anxiousness to get in the door, but he didn’t mind too much. If his voice didn’t give it away, surely the rest of his actions did. “You tell me how patient you’d be you got to take a beautiful goddess home… and you were me!” he quickly added knowing that Nike had the tendency to avoid his questions by finding a loophole. He didn’t really ask the question for it to be answered, but didn’t mind if she did. Her answer wouldn’t make him any more or less patient as it was.
The only regret he had now was that he didn’t grab her and lose himself in a collage of kisses and de-clothing, but it was for the better. She already thought he was impatient so it was good he composed himself at least once this evening. He watched her look around the apartment, and she didn’t seem disappointed or anything, so that was good. He didn’t think she would be though; it was a typical bachelor’s apartment, clean and semi stylish, nothing uncommon. “Well if you want the tour, let’s start with the kitchen so we can put these groceries up.”
He led the way over to the kitchen, which was one of his favorite places. “Well there’s not much to say about a kitchen that is different from any other kitchen. The only thing is that my refrigerator is nearly always empty because I like to cook with fresh ingredients.” As he spoke he was putting up her ice cream in the freezer before putting his entire bag in the refrigerator to keep it fresh for when he returned to cook. The jell-o he just left sitting on his black marble countertops. “Come on, let’s go see the rest of the place,” he said taking her hand and leading her back to the living room.
“You’ve seen the living room; it’s somewhere I’m rarely at. I don’t watch much movies or television though that TV does have a DVD player built in on the side,”he explained as he continued walking her back into the hallway. It was a short stint until it broke into a ‘T’ shape. He stopped right in the middle of the ‘T’ shaped hallway and turned around to face her. He wanted so badly to pin her up against a wall and deliver a meteor shower of kisses from his lips’ sky.
He knew he had to make up for his slight hesitation there while he contemplated stopping the tour here and just letting the walls house their passion. Collecting his breath he finally told her, “Over there to your left is the bathroom like I said, but it’s nothing major. Shower, toilet, sink, pretty standard I guess you could say.” Not too bad, he thought to himself. He was giving a fairly accurate tour considering his head was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere it shouldn’t be, but he couldn’t help that right now.
He turned and slowly walked backwards to her right, gently pulling at her shirt to get her to follow. Not that she wouldn’t follow him anyways considering he was the tour guide, but he just had to have his hands on her in some form or fashion. He reached back behind himself with his right hand and turned his door knob opening the door to his room. Still he pulled her and ultimately stopped walking backwards, pulling her fully into his body and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
While he embraced her, he extended his left leg, balancing himself on the other and pushed the door with his foot to close it behind her. His eyes never left hers so he mostly missed the room he’d become familiar with anyways. He paid no mind to the cream colored walls, the queen sized bed that donned a deep red comforter that had just one trace of gold on it. The bottom of the cover on either side had the letters ‘JT’ stitched in. His pillows were the inverse of this, gold with red ‘JT’ stitched in, all six of them on the bed. This was a housewarming gift from his father, well at least because his child support paid for it.
Looking into her deep purple eyes, his converted to match hers without him being aware of it. The control he usually possessed over his own arousal was slipping like water down a slide. His chest puffed out for a moment onto hers as he bent down to grab her from the back of her legs and lift her off the ground effortlessly. It seemed it was becoming a common trend for these two, but he didn’t care, he needed her on the bed, now.
He spun and faced his bed, walking over to it before gently setting her down on it.“We’ll cook in the kitchen later, right now the chef in me can’t hold back the urge to cook in here,” he said slowly climbing on top of her. He lifted her under her arms, moving her back even further onto his spacious bed. His eyes hadn’t turned away from purple yet as he finally got to let his urges flow freely instead of caging them while they sung inside of him like a birdie that just wanted to be freed.
With his legs on either side of her he stood up on his knees unbuttoning his shirt that was constricting him in ways that he hated right now. Finally liberated from it he only had on a white muscle shirt to cover his otherwise freed body. He went back down to her, giving her a gentle kiss on her neck right under her ear before picking his head up a little to whisper, “It’s about time I get to explore this wonderland that is your body, no more waiting in lines.” He finished his metaphorical sentence with a gentle nibble at her ear lobe.
He slowly rubbed his hands over her shoulders, gently putting his fingers between her smooth skin and the white extended cardigan. As he slid his hands back he slowly pulled it off of her a little. He wasn’t going to be able to get it off completely seeing as she was lying on her back with the rest of the cardigan under her. He picked his head up to survey her body, beautiful under her beige camisole that was form fitting on her tight body. He knew she hated his compliments verbally, but he also figured that his physical compliments weren’t any easier to take.
He knew he was being unfair admiring her body so he turned his attention to those pretty eyes that got him in this trouble in the first place. Her lips sat there like two pink oases amidst the Sahara that were his from being deprived of hers for two long. Before he could relieve his lips of their pursuit of hers he bent down to give her a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose and then one on each of her rosy cheeks.
Still he wasn’t done; he placed a kiss on the tip of her chin and floated his lips barely over hers, close enough for her lips to feel his breath on them. He passed them instead and kissed her forehead. This time there was no floating; his lips dragged gently along her nose and then landed themselves where they wanted to be all along, on top of hers. Funny, his lips were feeling exactly like the rest of him, just wanted to be on her. With his lips on hers he mumbled out a very quiet,“Finally.”
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