"X"

From Changeling Venue

"So can you tell me what exactly does freedom mean if I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be?" - Disturbed "Divide"

Seeming	Darkling Moonborn
Court	No Court
Freehold	None
Player	Kevin Hislop

1 Moonlight Man (Basics)
2 Nighttime Delusions (Description)
3 Past Nights(History)
4 Rivals, Roadkill, and Racing Partners
5 Inspirations
6 Road Music
7 Sore Losers and Adoring Public (Quotes)
8 Things heard on the street (Rumor)

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Moonlight Man (Basics)

Alias(es):X
Real Name:Xavier Arnet
Location: Eastern Phoenix
Age: 25
Seeming:Darkling
Kith:Moonborn
Court:None
Entitlement:
Virtue:Fortitude
Vice:Pride
Concept:Mysterious Street racer
Character Livejournal: http://neko-ic.livejournal.com

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Nighttime Delusions (Description)

Relevant Mechanics: Striking looks 2

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Mask

Age: early to mid 20s
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 150
Birthdate: 06/10/83
Nationality: Looks to be your All-American Guy!
Hair: Changes depending upon what color he has decided to dye it this week.
Eyes: Dark Dark brown, looking almost black. Though at times he wears contacts changing what they look like.
Complexion: looks like he always has a dark tan.
Build: Fairly slim, though obviously well in shape, looks like he works out a lot.

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Mein

Apparent Age/Actual Age: Hard to tell/25
Hair: Black, seeming to absorb light.
Eyes: Black as night, with a moon shape in them as the only none black part. Moon changes depending upon the moon in the sky that night.
Complexion: His skin is as black as a night sky on a starless night. On his forehead is a glowing symbol that looks like the moon. The symbol changes to match the current phase of the moon. When he smiles, his grin is particularly large, and seems to glow with the light of the moon.

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Clothing

Normal: X always wears a pair of jeans, either blue or black, and a t-shirt with his leather jacket over the t-shirt. On his hands he wears a pair of black biker's gloves most of the time, and he usually has his black and silver helmet either on his head or is holding it somewhere near him. He almost never puts the helmet down.

Hedgespun: The leather jacket he wears appears to be made out of dragon scales when looked at by anyone that can perceive such things.

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Past Nights(History)

Basic Timeline: Born in 1983, Stolen in 2001, returned a few days later in real time, though X does not talk about how long it was there.
Current Activities:Illegal and Legal street racing (more of the former than the later)
Merit Details: Resources 2, Stunt Driver
Keeper: Lady Luna

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Twilight (pre-Arcadia)

Xavier Arnet was raised in Scottsdale, AZ, the only child of Warren and Elizabeth Arnet. Warren was a wealthy man, having made his money investing in real estate through out the cities that made up the conglomorate that is Phoenix. Needless to say, Xavier grew up, never knowing what it was to not have most everything he wanted. His parents doted over the boy, continually giving him anything he wanted, making sure he went to the best private schools in the city from the time he went to kindergarten.

What they never told their son was that he was adopted. His mother had died from complications during child birth, and he was put up for adoption shortly there after. The Arnet's had been trying for a few years to have a child of their own, but were never successful. When they went to the orphanage, they were incredibly exited to adopt the baby boy, finally having a new heir for the Arnet fortune. They took the boy home, agreeing to raise him as if he were their own baby, and never telling him that he was adopted, hoping to avoid some of the complications that can come from that.

So it was that Xavier went through life. That was up until he was 18. At 16, Xavier began to rebel as most teenagers do at some point in time. He started to hang out with a crowd that his parents would not approve of, and doing things, just to see the reactions he would get from people. He was never truely taught the difference between right and wrong, having always seen that the money of his parents could get him out of most anything that happened.

That was until he was expelled from Brophy Prep School. He had 3 months till graduation, and looked like he was going to breeze through the rest of the way. He knew that none of the teachers were going to fail him, because his parents gave huge amounts of money to the school every year and the administration had not wanted to upset that. All he had to do was keep showing up and he was going to be done.

He pulled up to the school on the morning of March 3, driving the new Ducati 996 bike that he had bought when he got his driver's license. He parked it in one of the spots for motorcycles, then picked up his helmet, and started to head into the school. As he was walking, one of the guys that he had gotten to school with for as long as he could remember, one that he never truely liked, came up to him, and started yelling at him about the happenings the day before.

The other boy had walked in to one of places that Xavier tended to hang out, just in time to catch Xavier kissing the other guy's girlfriend. The girlfriend had been mortified at getting caught like that, but not Xavier. He just kind of smirked, and made a snide comment about how she had just wanted a real man as he turned to walk out of the place. A few of the guys stopped the other guy from going after Xavier, but they weren't around the next morning when the confrontation happened.

The guy continued to yell at Xavier for a while, with the rich kid just staring at him, keeping a fairly blank stare. After a moment of giving no reaction while listening to threats of violence against him, Xavier started to laugh loudly. The guy was taken back by this, and said, "What the hell you find so funny?" A moment later, Xavier responded with, "The memory of you on the ground bleeding..." The guy smirked and said, "What are you talking about? I've never been on the ground bleeding."

As the guy finished the last word, Xavier swung the helmet around, cracking him square in the side of his head, dropping him to the ground, his head split open from the force of the swing, and the guy out like a light. Xavier just kind of smirked down at him, and said, "Well, now you have." As he said that, the cop that worked at the school came up, grabbing X and threw the handcuffs on him. The cop threw him into the patrol car and took him to the local station, the smirk never leaving the boy's face.

Xavier was booked for assault for his attack on the boy, and thrown into a holding cell. His parents showed up a few hours later, bailing out their son. They were not happy with what had happened and made sure that Xavier knew about it the whole trip home. Not that it bothered him. He felt the guy got what he deserved, and no one was going to change his mind about that.

His parents tried to confine him to his room that night. Tried being the optimal word as he climbed out the window after grabbing the spare helmet that he had. He made his way to the school, going to retrieve his bike. When he got there, he found that the bike had been trashed. It had been knocked over, stomped on, and looked like some went at it with a crowbar. Xavier's temperature started to rise as he looked at what was left of his bike, and he cursed the boy and hs friends, swearing that he would do anything to get back at them. As he said this, a voice in the darkness nearby said, "I can help you with that..."

Xavier quickly turned to look at where it came from. In the darkness he saw a guy standing there, leaning up against the wall, cigarette between his lips, puffing away. "And why would you do that?" Xavier said as he started to walk towards the darkness. "Because I know what the anger that you have feels like, and I know how much it needs to be satisified." As he said that, the man took a puff off his cigarette. Xavier continued to watch, saying, "And what do I have to do for your help?" A large grin moved across the guys face and he said, "All you have to do is come with me, and you will have the power to get the revenge you so desperately want."

X thought about it for a moment, then nodded his head, "Alright then, lead the way." The grinned stay on the man's face the whole time as he put out his cigarette on the wall, then turned, starting to walk down one of the hallways of the school, heading towards the other parking lot.

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Midnight (kidnapping and durance)

They walked into one of the buildings, heading down the hallway to the other parking lot. The man opened the second set of doors that would normally lead out to where the other cars where parked, and let Xavier walk through first. As they walked, the man continued to talk to Xavier, keeping him distracted as the rich kid walked through the door, not noticing right away that he didn't walk out to the parking lot, but something completely strange to him. Plants with thorns reached out to grab at him, and he swore he saw strange things moving around just being the plants.

He turned to look at the man, but as he did, he was picked up, the guy much stronger than he appeared. The smile was gone off the face, and as Xavier began to kick at him, the man just shook his head, practically snarling, "Stop it. You agreed to this for your revenge." Xavier continued to struggle, trying to fight out of the grip that held him.

The man slammed him into the thorns, and he could feel the things gripping and pulling something away from him, even as they cut him up. He brought his feet up, trying to push away from the thorns, but this just caused them to cut into thouse. The man then moved, slamming him into another set of the thorns, move of him being cut and pulled away. The more that he got hit, the more his will to fight faded. After a few more times being slammed into the hedge, Xavier blacked out, the pain the only thing left.

Xavier awoke in a black room. At first he thought that he was in his room with the lights out and that he had been having a terrible nightmare, but then he felt his body, and felt the cuts and tears of his skin, feeling the dried blood, and knew tat it was all real. He began to feel around him, trying to figure out where he was, but he could feel nothing. He knew he was standing on something, but when he reached down, he swore there was nothing there. He began to scream for help, screaming for anyone to come get him, but it was after a moment that he noticed that his voice did not carry, that it seemed to get eaten by the inky blackness all around him.

Once he stopped screaming, he started hearing the voices. At first they sounded only like the chittering of spiders and rodents that lived in the dark, but after a few he started to hear recognizable voices. They were saying, "Be quiet...why do you disturb our darkness. Why do you wake her?" He started to talk back, saying, "What do you mean? Where am I? Why am I here? How do I get out of here?" Then he felt something run along his cheek, then up to his forehead. As it touched his forehead, he felt a cold burning sensation, as if whatever it was was reaching into his head. He began to scream again, but much like the last time, the voice did not carry.

While he screamed, the hand moved away from his forehead, and to his mouth, covering it. As it happened, he felt like he was suffocating, The "hand" touched inside his mouth, and he could feel it pushing in, as if it were trying to push into his throat, but pulled out after a moment. Then a sound, a woman's voice that seemed to drift from everywhere around him at once said, "Your here because you are mine, You are the light for my pets, and will stay that way forever...Now...glow..." and he felt a breeze run over him, and the cool burning sensation came back, this time to both his forehead, and in his mouth. He looked down, and realized that he could finally see what was originally talking to him.

Below him, a distance down, many body's moved. Some of them looked like rats or spiders, but with human parts, and others looked like things from nightmares, things that no one ever really needed to see. He turned his head to look away, and flying below him were other things, strange amalgimations of humans and bats. He reached down, trying to feel how he was able to stand above them, unable to see any type of floor, and once more, he felt nothing below him. It was at this time that he realized, even with the light, he could not see his own arm. He could feel that it was there, but when he reached down, there was nothing there but inky darkness.

He feel down on his rear, curling up a bit, terrified of what was going on, and he began to cry, tears falling down, falling onto the "people" below him. He couldn't understand this world, his thought continuing to drift back to his parents, and back to his motorcycle, wishing that he had just taken it to get it fixed instead of trying to get revenge.

Things continued on like this for quite a while. He could not tell how long he was held in his "prison in the sky" as there was no sun to judge the time on, his light being the only type that ever truely illuminated the room. He started to figure out the time that passed between when he most illuminated the area and when he least did so, but that was the closest thing he had to a sensing of time. As his cycles would go through, his memories of his past life began to fade out except for one set of memories. He continued to hold onto the memory of his bike, remembering the feel as he raced through the city. He remembered leaving cars in the dust, and using alleyways and other things to avoid the cops when he throught they were after him.

One day, there was a break from the darkness. It was on the night of a "full moon", the day time when X glowed the brightest. The "Pets" had rallied together, and had begun gnawing and clawing at the darkness all around them. After working themselves into a frenzy, one of them managed to cause a tear, pulling at it, it pulled open, revealing the hedge to them. During the whole thing, X would use his light to direct the movements of the beasts, as the darkness did not fully exist where his light touched, which is why she only kept one like him. As the hole was torn open, light entered the room, breaking the darkness that was below the moon born, and he felt himself fall, the light breaking the "floor" of his prison cell.

He hid back into the darkness, working his way through until he found himself at the tear in the wall of blackness. He moved through it, eyes almost closing from the light as he started to run, thinking about how he would race his bike through the streets, in his mind just pretending that he was doing that as he ran through the hedge, determined to make it out, no matter how much he didn't like the light. He ran for as long as he could, finally finding his way out, back into the streets of Phoenix...

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Just Before Dawn (Return and after)

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Rivals, Roadkill, and Racing Partners

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Rivals (Associates)

Hart - She needs something, somewhere, 5 minutes ago, and I get it there.
Tristan Rasa - Strangest Darkling I've met. Wears white, likes the sun...strange strange guy...

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