ZENOPHON, Xavian Darias
Feb 15, 2010 14:17:18 GMT -5
Post by zenophage on Feb 15, 2010 14:17:18 GMT -5
xavian darias zenophon.
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/ i want to voice this out loud
full name. Xavian Darias Zenophon
stage name.Zen, Kevin, and Harvey
nicknames.Zen, XD, Xav.
age & dob. He is 28, born on February twenty first, in the year of 1982
gender.Male
sexual orientation. Bisexual
career. He's an everything (film/tv) actor. Now he does films, aside from his weekly tapings.
hometown. New York
/ it's therapeutic somehow
height. 7'0"
eyes. Piercing blue.
hair. Slicked back black curls.
build.Muscular
distinguishing features. He has a dark spot on his neck, which he doesn't understand.
play-by. Daniel Craig
/ so i'm moving to new york
loves.
Girls
Guys
Fights
Good Food
Freedom
Serving.
Strength.
hates.
Stupidity
Naivete
Immaturity
Weakness
captivity.
quirks.
He will often chew on a pen when nervous.
Xavian will sometimes stammer when talking to a big-shot.(only producers/directors apply)
He will sometimes sneak off set to breath freely.
aspirations.
Xavian hopes to be an extremely well known actor.
He wants to be married by age thirty five.
He also wants to learn how to be a bartender.
secrets.
Xavian was forced into his first show by his parents.
He had wanted to go into music, but was never any good.
personality evaltuated.
So. You want to know about Xavian's personality, huh? Allright, I'll tell you. Xavian has always been a strange boy. What does strange mean for him? Well, we certainly ask alot of questions, don't we? Anyway, back to the point. As a child, he would sit in his room, for hours upon hours. His parents would hear speaking coming from his room, but would never enter. He was actually holding conversations with fictional characters, and having them talk to one another. Maybe it was his constant movement, or maybe it was his lack of friends, caused by this constant movement, but this, well this was his show-biz side showing up. As soon as he left his room however, he became a totally different person.
Xavian is one of the biggest party animals you will ever meet. He almost never passes up an opportunity to party. That is, unless he's speaking with a director, producer, or techie. Darias's true passion is music, however, and as such he likes to hang out with the sound technicians or other "grunts" when not taping. He is sometimes looked down upon for this, but he loves it. He's a huge family man, and will go back to NY whenever he can to be with his mom and dad. He does hope to start a family of his own some day.
/ i've got issues with my sleep
father.Dexter P. Zenophon. 59. He runs a small traveling circus in the area around Sweden
mother. Maria K. Zenophon. 67. She manages the Circus, and the concession stands.
siblings. No Siblings
pets. A bengal cat named Stormuel (Stormy for short) who follows him everywhere.
other family. No other family.
history evaluated.
From birth, Xavian had been eccentric. His childhood was full of swift changes from quiet to explosions of expression. As he grew, he began to spend alot of time in his room, alone. No one knew why, or wanted to interrupt, so he was left to his own devices. He would often wait in his room while the caravan moved, and would make up stories and rhythms, forming the early basis for his career.
As he aged, and became a teenager, he started playing bass, just for fun. He tried to keep it secret, as music and acting were frowned upon in his family. His schooling was all done at home. However, as he was traveling his entire life, he became very worldly and wise. Xavian's learning was hindered by his father, who deemed it unnecessary for a career in the circus. His thirst for knowledge thrived as he visited other places.
Xavian learned many different cultural norms, as well as styles of martial arts. He was recognised as a good actor when traveling in Ireland, and decided to start performing in small time theaters. His father found out about this, and being an overbearing jacka*s, he gave Xavian a choice. Would he stop playing bass, or be disowned? Xavian chose the latter. The circus left in the middle of the night, leaving him behind.
After this, he decided to move back to Sweden, where he met someone who sponsored him to go to school in America. He completed high school at the top of his class, and went on to a prestigious university. College was a ball for Xavian, having gone to Yale's school for drama. He graduated at the top of his class, and was in every single production done on Yale's campus. His role as lead in three of the Dramat's plays catapulted him into the big leagues
Xavian's early career was a mess. He was shunted from set to set, as an extra, being forced to uproot, just as he was getting comfortable with the people he knew. However, this was a boon to him. He became familiar with many techniques of camera-use, directing, and some of the newer sound design equipment. Xavian had been an extra on the set of The Insider. One of the higher ups had seen him, and thought that he would be at least worth considering for a role. He was typecast as the lawyer in Seven Hills, a drama about a man who loses his home, then moves to Rome.
/ christmas came early for me
alias.Carter Bradworth
years of rp experience..5
other characters. None yet. Look out for Carter and Bradley Bradworth in the future.
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roleplay sample.
Carter stood, his long black hair falling like a curtain of silk. He glared at the door, searching for any sign of ambush, and slowly opened it. The interior was wonderful, large couches, microwaves, Coffee Machines,Oh, wonderful wonderful coffee. Carter looked at the actual decor. It was all black and white, but in perfect proportions, almost as if another Equini had built it.
His heart raced, the room was perfectly symmetrical. Carter walked towards the wall, seeing the mirrors reflecting his image, and the image of something, or someone behind him. He stopped, turned, and watched for any sign of movement. Carter realized that it was simply his shadow, and continued towards the door. It was his first day, and he wanted to know whether or not they had his assignments ready. Carter's nose wrinkled, and he touched the scar on the side of his face, feeling its bumps and smoothness. He scowled, and reached forwards, waiting. Carter pulled his hand back at the last second, and pulled out the little knife he kept hidden in his back pocket, palming it, then opening the door. The swiveling chair sat, imposingly, turned around.
Carter's mind flickered to the new Dream Theater song, 'Sacrificed Sons' as he feared for the end of his life, and the lineage of the Equini. The room was pitch black, the dark mahogany desk forboding. He saw a statuette of the World Trade Center on the desk, and thought about how it was like his people. 'DAMMIT CARTER! SNAP OUT OF IT! He might be able to read minds' Carter thought to himself, and waited for the chair to turn, for the "Chief of Medicine" here at this god-forsaken place to turn around, to look at him, and to have him thrown back into a cell as a patient. Would that happen? No one knew, not unless... not unless, he told.
Oh, wonderful wonderful coffee. Carter looked at the actual decor. It was all black and white, but in perfect proportions, almost as if another Equini had built it.
