Xhavian Navarre
Jan 3, 2023 12:45:25 GMT -5
Post by Xhavian Navarre on Jan 3, 2023 12:45:25 GMT -5
Xhavian Navarre
Reborn of Starlight
Gender: Male (he/him)
Age: 64
Race: Dark Elf
Nationality: Frost Gale - The Pale City
Religion: Worshipper of Ziev
Appearance: The first thing that is always noticed about Xhavian is the way that he glows with ethereal beauty. Hair alight with a shimmer akin to the auroras that burn brightly within the sky over the northernmost parts of the Frost Gale, his eyes holding the chaotic swirl of the cosmos contained in every galaxy beyond both perception and knowledge of those who have not heard the whispers of its teachings, and with stars that create constellations upon the tips of his ears, his face, his chest, and his arms that cannot be found on any starchart and belong solely to him, Xhavian seems to be the embodiment of the unknown past distant clouds and the endless darkness of night. Almost impossibly so, for there are scars upon his body that are not from any injury he sustained, but are instead from the starlight and moonlight that courses through his veins, the energy and power that is both his and beyond him kept but not contained as it opens up in illuminated fissures that paint themselves across his skin.
Personality: Being one filled with light, Xhavian is a gentle soul that sees the best in people and seeks always to help. Yet because of his strangeness in appearance, he is also understanding when others treat him as different or other, knowing that it is not their fault they might avoid him for his strangeness. For those who show him kindness, though, he gives kindness in return, and for those who are cruel, he still responds with compassion. There is no anger housed within him. There is no hatred or malice. He watches and sees, and he tries with all that he is to spread light in all the ways that he can... but when it comes to events that seem long within the making, he will refrain from interfering. Instead, he will merely observe. As he was taught.
History: Xhavian's life ended before it ever began, his heart stopping before he drew his first breath, before he cried, before his mother had a chance to hold him in her arms, her wail a piercing sound that came at the end of a hard labor that did not see him brought into the world to live it. With tears in her eyes, with the desperation only a mother could know, a non-believer with only a limited skill in healing magic prayed to all the gods she knew, begging for strength, begging for aid, promising herself and her child to them all that Xhavian might live, that he might open his eyes and cry as a child should in the aftermath of her many hours of pain following all the months she had carried him with hope and love for his future.
She heard nothing from Solaria, though her magic was his. There was silence from Lunala, despite her pleas as a mother to a mother. Ginma did not answer, life withheld. Salina's grace did not wash over her and her child. The wingbeats of Avasha did not carry her son's soul through the heavens back to her. And as Xhavian's mother felt her will to live, her will to draw breath past those that were stolen from her baby, there was not so much a voice as there was a feeling, an opening as it were within her mind, within the very space around her as the last of her prayers turned to Ziev... and she was able to see the threads that bound her to life just as they bound her son to death.
It was with this awakening that Xhavian's mother was able to shape the forces around them and channel them into him. Taking nothing for herself of this gift, she poured every bit of power granted into her son, the opening, the shift, the gap between their world and what lay beyond it no longer around her but within him.
As the light of her magic, of the magic granted, dispersed, disappearing into the lifeless body of her child, Xhavian's mother felt drained and powerless. But instead of being enshrouded in darkness, the only light present that of the candles in her room, there was a faint glow. And with a gasp upon her lips, she saw her son draw breath, felt warmth come to his form, and saw the cosmos within his opening eyes. A blessing. Life.
protect him at all cost. (can’t use discord anymore so making use of this here)
