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12/100 days of paul dierden.

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If you are still interested in rping...

I have xavier as a character on my discord rp server, every rp is private there and offers chances to plot etc. I might get casually active on this dash again because I love his aesthetic and face

I am most active on 

@brycecousland (canon is dragon age but has A LOT of verses :) )

you can just IM me there and ask me for my discord :) 

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pen moves over paper, making a slight scratching sound, even though a terminal is standing right beside him too. but somehow, in all the years on the surface, he had found a certain admiration or comfort in the way of writing. any decisions and orders felt more real and forced him to think them over more deeply.

the institute is white, pristine, always. xavier, on the other hand, was like always dressed in black so deep he nearly appeared like wrapped into a black hole. swallowing all light around him. of course, no cloth is that black, but his often cold aura added to the illusion.

slowly the synth looked up, saw the young man he instantly registered as humans and before he answered he closed his pen and put it down beside the document.

         ❝ put them down right here... ❞

he said and nodded towards his desk before his head tilts to again eye the other. only few were allowed close to him, and humans were rare, so he wondered how this one made it to gain that high of a rank under the errand boys.

          ❝ what is your name? ❞

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It always felt strange, working so closely with the Institute’s leadership. But someone had to do their more menial work for them. Over time, Par had grown used to acting as an Institute servant. Better that than resist the changing times, and be gunned down along with a dying race of raiders.

Only now had the novelty returned to his work. He’d been asked to carry a package to the Director himself. As he’d walked from Advanced Systems to his new destination, Par felt curious. He’d only seen the man in brief passing before now, and had never spoken to him.

Par stopped at the open threshold of the office, a respectful distance - he hoped. In his hands was a large box, taped shut with a blue seal that marked its origin.

“For you,” he paused, addressing the man across the room. “Director. Advanced Systems wanted me t’ bring you this. Looked like holotapes or somethin’.”

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wanna bring this trash boy back

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Dragon Age Verse

name: xavier age: 37 species: abomination/half-elf class: special

born a slave to a mother that didn’t want him. not a rare story in tevinter at all. too few elvish slaves were able to say no. && oh some days he had wished she would just have driven a blade into her stomach before he had been born.

the boy not wanted by his master, neither by his mother, so in the end used as an experiment by his father. oh, he wasn’t the only one. many children went through the same, && he is certainly not the only one that survived.

an easy experiment, really. what if a soul was still so young that a spirit could simply merge with it? a soul young && growing so it’d simply became part of them instead one part growing stronger than the other? && oh it worked. a pride demon forced upon the child back then, && instead of being taken over the boy disappeared, so did the spirit && a new something was born. powerful, stronger than humans but hopelessly lost. && why stop at one spirit or demon when more can be added? to test how long it’d take for one to break?

the first of them escaped, but most were loyal slaves. even though they were stronger, with wast knowledge from beyond && stronger in the body too. 

he was trained until scars littered his body, but it was easy to heal them again. he went through torture simply to test his strength... but what did some cut off fingers matter when healing magic plus faster healing made it easy to reattach them? was mercy or pity even a thing someone needed to have for a being like xavier && his siblings? 

&& when he grew up to a young man, with sharp blue eyes && features that nearly seemed like someone sculptured him to become one of the beautiful statues the daughter of his master would reach out her hands. demand her father to gift him to her, at least whenever he was not serving him in any other way. && so her father did. 

in the end, after many, many years he snapped. he craved freedom, he hated tevinter, every single one. && even though he had some magic ability, it was different from most mages && so he hated them too. 

he killed his mistress && finally fled. not the first to flee, most hiding. but hiding was not what he wanted. in his mind && heart was war (though, he was not sure if he even had one heart), && so he wants to share the war with the world.

he’ll join the inquisition, but it is not peace he wants.

[ In Character ] - [ Canon ] - [ Aesthetic ] - [ Relevant ] - [ Musing ]

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neverwithoutwar:

“Alright… I don’t think this target should be too difficult for you, but I guess you can be the judge of that when you find him. What do you need to know?” 

          ❝ you want me to hunt alone? thought you just wanted              help... either way I have free time and more caps are              never bad, right? ❞

a grin curves his lips, head tilting to the side before shrugging.

           ❝ everything you know. the more the better. ❞

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thickcrthanwatcr:

Emily would be lying if she says she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing as she heads over to the Third Rail late that night. She knows this is where Xavier hangs out and had begun a kind of unspoken meeting spot for the two. They had known each other only a few weeks, but had grown fond of their late nights together, just talking, drinking, whatever they felt like doing. It was…the first time in a long time she had actually enjoyed something. 

That’s why she can’t help but smile at his greeting, returning the nod before heading over to the bar to grab herself a drink. Then she takes his invitation for the spot next to him. “Hey, you,” she greets him, settling down onto the dirty sofa. “Long time, no see. How have you been?”

shoulders raise && fall again at her inquiry in one smooth shrug.

          ❝ same old, same old. ❞

he just says. of course, bounty hunting was a rather busy and even exciting job. but everything got old, even hunting dangerous criminals. 

          ❝ so, considering I’m still alive, I’m doing well. ❞

a smirk tugs on his lips before he takes another sip from his glass. a hunter who wasn’t in a top form rarely survived. in his old or new position.

          ❝ how are you faring? ❞  

eyes on her, they often are. simply to figure out if the woman knew what she was. she acted human... but even those that knew did to hide the truth.

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xv did not fully understand what it was that rory found so exciting about that. a big... funeral party? but the way his lit up and lips curved into a smile made it impossible for the courser to stay immune to it.

          ❝ heard of it but never.... I don’t know about it in detail.              what is it that makes it the best thing ever? ❞

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          ❝ Xavier, have you never heard of Halloween before? It’s the best thing ever! It’s .. well I guess it’s a lot of things these days, but really… it’s a celebration of the dead! ❞

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Maroon 5 - Animals

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This blog will RP with characters of all Genders

I will never ignore your attempts to RP based upon your Muses gender

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reblog if you’re 25+ and still roleplay; or if you believe older muns have a place in the rpc and shouldn’t be told to give it up when they turn 30. 

i received this anon & i just want to make a point. 

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mydearestfaraday:

With a nudge of his chin to Chase, Farady instructs her to leave, but not before having to raise his hand when she opens her mouth to object; a flash of the pistol in his back pocket reassures them both that he’ll be alright. Finally alone in the lab he finds his attention back on Xavier as the update begins and renders him defenseless to the program digging through his synthetic brain. Faraday knows it is not the most comfortable process, the only mercy given is a sleep-like mode, but even then it’s weakly akin to being put asleep for a surgery but waking up, or even having an out of body experience, halfway through it.

The Courser seems to have fallen victim to it, making the scientist wonder if this is not the first time since Chase was asked to leave and XV had given him a warning. It all points to a solid answer, but Faraday does not try to contemplate on the matter, preferring to walk over to the console as the other synth is lost in spasms and most likely other imaginings. Memories most likely, or maybe hopped up delusions caused by the coding digging numbers into the lines of booleans. It would be rude to listen in, yet it’s hard not to hear as the words echo around his mind; the update is at 99% and then loudly flashes it’s completion.

It’s silent in the room for Faraday s XV comes to, and he expects no less when all the taught hardness of a Courser covers hi entire being. He doesn’t directly responds to the direction shot his way, and he places both hands on his hips, pushing his lab coat away. Well this proved one things.

       ❝ We’re lacking in spare bedding currently, but you can take mine up in the telescope room if you like.               I’m usually up late so it’s no problem, really. ❞

appreciation for the other’s silence about what had happened stayed as unspoken. xv wished to have it erased, the past as much as the moments when he was vulnerable in the present. black them out like information on a top secret document. the fact that someone had been able to see what was under the ink felt like bugs crawling up && down his spine. he hated it... but it could have been worse. questions could have been asked. but no, the other helped, closing the file without another word.

          ❝ I appreciate the offer, but I do not sleep... ❞

he didn’t need to && never saw a reason for trying. to lay in bed for some hours && do nothing when he did not need it was simply a waste of time. he did not know what relaxing or resting truly meant. the updates were the only time he was forced into a dream-like state... && they were horrible. so why chose the nightmare’s surprise willingly?

          ❝ the institute...  I don’t want to see it destroyed... it’s the              only place I ever considered beautiful in this world. ❞

he starts, after all he had promised the other synth to tell him his hopes for the future.

          ❝ but... a change of leadership would be good...  for the              whole world... ❞

&& lips curve into a smirk, blue eyes moving from his now healing, still bloodstained fingers, to the synth again.

          ❝ we live longer, we learn faster, we see bigger pictures...               it’d make sense for us to take over... with that science,              without the human's shortsightedness, brought by a              short life, we could rebuild the world. better than it ever              was. ❞

there is determination in his gaze, and he takes off the headband to get up from his seat.

         ❝ && that is what would get me taken apart and deleted if               I were still with them. ❞

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part of me wants to move this blog, just so I can redo tags and go all out on extra tagging rps so I have an easier way looking through them

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