Role: Normal Citizen
Name: Xavia “Xav” Lucidite
Age { 21 – 26 } : 21
Occupation: Xav earns her daily food money by working as a disc jockey for a semi-hipster club somewhere in the down town. She had always had this certain passion for music, and had longed to share her “music-taste-of-a-god” to the people of the blithering world. But there is a deeper reason behind her want to work in the most obscure place in the area. Something unvisited, someplace safe. Xavia is currently being hunted for a reason she herself cannot decipher, something that involved theft of a vial for the R-ts. Partially amnesiac and mildly schizoid, she really couldn’t process if she was the one at fault. She had read news articles, seen the tv reports. Her real name plastered all over the place. She had to change appearances. She had to escape. But her schizoid persona could already bring her to her guilty plea.
Appearance :http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls08tpPY4I1qfcyo3o1_500.png
Xav has been blest to possess skin in the color of burnt snow: milky and smooth and ethereally white. Her platinum—white-gold hair is cropped short to a cute boyish bob, and is mostly kept under floppy berets—mostly red or white—or her beloved White and Red Dr. Dre Solo Beats which she christened as Bloody–just for the kicks, and for the dj-ing. Her chinky-almond eyes are in the lightest chrome, her long eyelashes curled to their epitome, her eyelids shaded in the most peculiar hues—green, orange, sometimes even in rainbows (she’s an artist, don’t blame her). Her nose is perfectly straight, and her pouty lips are mostly kept nude or in glossy peach.
Her everyday outfits consist of anything that loosely fits her—loose sweatshirts, loose croptops—and ultra-tight skinny jeans that accentuate the thinness of her legs. If not, she wears shorts which are always almost drowned under the layers of fabric she chooses as her top. The colors rarely clash for her wardrobe is mostly filled with red-and-white ensembles. Her jeans and her shorts are dark rinse, nothing to worry about. And her shoes should always be in the brightest red. Any other color and she threatens to walk barefoot. She has all kinds of shoes in that hue, name it, she got it in bloody red. Accessories are kept to a minimal, only keeping her white Ice watch wrapped around her right wrist and a silver charm bracelet in the other.
Personality: Xavia could be described as eclectic, probably the effect of the supposed henious crime she had done in her past life. Not like she could remember anything–everything after the supposed theft that she had done has always been a complete blur. All she knew was she had to run, and she had to hide. She changed her real name (Arianna Marie Sevenlocke) and lived under her pseudonym for the past few years.
She could also be described as schizoid, a girl filled with inner contradictions she herself cannot fix. She, at most times, could be seen as the quirky naive lady, happily mixing her tunes on the turn table or maybe taking a light stroll at the park. At some, her schizo kicks in and sends her into a semi catatonic state, where she is moving, but her eyes are fixated in a single place, never disturbed by anything, muttering the phrase “it wasn’t me” over-and-over again. But that rarely happens, especially as she had been relatively safe in the confines of the down town.
Innocent, quirky, contradicting and a tad spacey–that’s your Xavia.
Extra: She likes strawberry ice cream with cashew, and is semi-heliophobic (sun).
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