History/Story
History: As a child in Magnolia, Xavier was nothing special, and he was totally fine with that, but he wasn’t treated like a normal kid, his mother was once a great wizard of many aspirations, the greatest of which was to become a Wizard Saint. However when she became pregnant with her son, she gave up her dreams, because she knew that an absent mother wasn’t a mother at all, and she couldn’t continue to do jobs for guilds anymore, it would cost her the one thing that had value to her now, her family. After their wedding day, she went to a cliff overlooking the city of Magnolia and planted her metal wizard staff into the ground there. The sun reflected off of it perfectly and in the afternoon the shine is gave off could be seen from their home and throughout the city, and she knew that as long as she could see that beacon of hope, she could live the rest of her days in peace.
Of course, what kind of story would this be if everything was peaceful? Taking care of her family was his mother’s pride, and she told Xavier stories of the things she had done, and he couldn’t believe the things she told him because they seemed so farfetched to him as a child, but he loved every moment of it. However one day, a rough storm brewed, and everyone was advised to stay inside their homes for their safety. But as the afternoon approached, the time where her old staff would shine across the city, the family watched as it fell from the cliff at that very moment. Heartbroken, she rushed out into the storm to save it but, nobody had seen it after the fall. The following day, she fell dearly ill, the doctor suspected it was due to her carelessness in the storm. Over the following years, times were rough as Xavier’s father had to work extremely hard to keep his wife alive, and while bed-ridden she grew bitter, and irritable. The family that once beautifully stood together was slowly crumbling to pieces.
Everyday Xavier would leave the house early in the morning, to avoid his family, the good memories slowly fading to hatred. With hopes he could somehow fix the problems, make everything go back to normal, he searched through the forest day in and day out for the staff, but he could never scale the mountain, severely scared of heights. Even with no progress or success, this was still the most important part of his childhood, as he found solace in the forest, growing close relationships with the animals inhabiting the forest, and even venturing out into the sea a few days. Sometimes as he traveled out of town some animals would be there, expecting him. Not having many friends in the city, this was a viable substitute.
On another faithful night, storm clouds rolled in yet again, but he persisted with his daily routine, visiting the forest, his mother was suspected to be close to death, and currently in a coma, he noticed something shining in the mud as a drizzle began just beneath a rock of twice his size. With high hopes, he tried to move it, but he knew he couldn’t do it alone. But somehow with gritted teeth and eyes clenched tight, the rock moved, and opening his eyes he noticed a bear walking away from him casually returning to the forest. Digging in the mud, the long search had finally come to an end, his mother’s staff protected from the harsh elements was uncovered almost in perfect condition. His task was certain now, he had to return the staff to its proper place atop the cliffs. Begrudgingly, the child of man hoisted it over his shoulder as it was too heavy for him to carry properly, and dragged it up the mountain side. The animals seemed to part way for him to complete his task, watching and some seemed to salute or honor him in some manner; squirrels standing at attention, deer bowing their heads, and birds flying in a gentle arch above his head, and the rain was picking up, whirring with vehemence. It felt like hours, he was sore, and cut in several places, lugging the relic through bramble and branches to preserve time, but he finally made it to the top, his heart racing faster than he could think. With the little strength he had, he planted the staff firmly in the ground, and with his left hand, held tightly as he aligned it to its original position. He found himself standing there for a long time, catching his breath.
At their home, the nurse tended to his mother as the wind began to pick up fiercely, and she woke from her coma with a start, just in time to see her son standing with her staff in hand, his fate clear to her. A single tear streaked from her eye, as the nurse called her husband to come share her waking moments. As her husband arrived, they adored him together, but the moment was quite short lived.
Standing atop the cliff, a voice echoed in Xavier’s mind. “Young boy, you have chosen a bold path. Please have the courage to stay on it…” That was the last thing he remembered, as he was struck by lightning, a cloud looming over the cliffs, and the staff, the perfect lightning rod.
Waking a few days later he found his arm was scarred, and most of his body was bandaged from the burns, how he survived was a medical mystery. And as he raised his hand, electricity flickered from finger to finger, and just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. He was lucky to be alive, and they left him at his home. He left his room, which seemed devoid of his belongings, and descended the stairs. His father was waiting for him, his bags were packed.
His father was in a depressed state of anguish, he always knew that the magic in the family was too much for the bonds to bear, a poison on them. The night when they watched their son on the cliffs struck by lightning, his mother had a heart attack, and died. His soon took away the only thing he had, his family. Regardless of whose fault it was, if Xavier had never been on that cliff, his wife would still be alive, and that was the bottom line.
“I want you out. I don’t care where you go… or how you get there… You ruined this family.” His father sat there not looking at him to share these last few words. Xavier’s anger had welled up for years, and he finally just let it out.
“Good. You were a useless father, and if I never see you again it will be too soon!” He ran out the door, and left everything behind.
Face Claim: Vocaloid - Kagamine Len
History: As a child in Magnolia, Xavier was nothing special, and he was totally fine with that, but he wasn’t treated like a normal kid, his mother was once a great wizard of many aspirations, the greatest of which was to become a Wizard Saint. However when she became pregnant with her son, she gave up her dreams, because she knew that an absent mother wasn’t a mother at all, and she couldn’t continue to do jobs for guilds anymore, it would cost her the one thing that had value to her now, her family. After their wedding day, she went to a cliff overlooking the city of Magnolia and planted her metal wizard staff into the ground there. The sun reflected off of it perfectly and in the afternoon the shine is gave off could be seen from their home and throughout the city, and she knew that as long as she could see that beacon of hope, she could live the rest of her days in peace.
Of course, what kind of story would this be if everything was peaceful? Taking care of her family was his mother’s pride, and she told Xavier stories of the things she had done, and he couldn’t believe the things she told him because they seemed so farfetched to him as a child, but he loved every moment of it. However one day, a rough storm brewed, and everyone was advised to stay inside their homes for their safety. But as the afternoon approached, the time where her old staff would shine across the city, the family watched as it fell from the cliff at that very moment. Heartbroken, she rushed out into the storm to save it but, nobody had seen it after the fall. The following day, she fell dearly ill, the doctor suspected it was due to her carelessness in the storm. Over the following years, times were rough as Xavier’s father had to work extremely hard to keep his wife alive, and while bed-ridden she grew bitter, and irritable. The family that once beautifully stood together was slowly crumbling to pieces.
Everyday Xavier would leave the house early in the morning, to avoid his family, the good memories slowly fading to hatred. With hopes he could somehow fix the problems, make everything go back to normal, he searched through the forest day in and day out for the staff, but he could never scale the mountain, severely scared of heights. Even with no progress or success, this was still the most important part of his childhood, as he found solace in the forest, growing close relationships with the animals inhabiting the forest, and even venturing out into the sea a few days. Sometimes as he traveled out of town some animals would be there, expecting him. Not having many friends in the city, this was a viable substitute.
On another faithful night, storm clouds rolled in yet again, but he persisted with his daily routine, visiting the forest, his mother was suspected to be close to death, and currently in a coma, he noticed something shining in the mud as a drizzle began just beneath a rock of twice his size. With high hopes, he tried to move it, but he knew he couldn’t do it alone. But somehow with gritted teeth and eyes clenched tight, the rock moved, and opening his eyes he noticed a bear walking away from him casually returning to the forest. Digging in the mud, the long search had finally come to an end, his mother’s staff protected from the harsh elements was uncovered almost in perfect condition. His task was certain now, he had to return the staff to its proper place atop the cliffs. Begrudgingly, the child of man hoisted it over his shoulder as it was too heavy for him to carry properly, and dragged it up the mountain side. The animals seemed to part way for him to complete his task, watching and some seemed to salute or honor him in some manner; squirrels standing at attention, deer bowing their heads, and birds flying in a gentle arch above his head, and the rain was picking up, whirring with vehemence. It felt like hours, he was sore, and cut in several places, lugging the relic through bramble and branches to preserve time, but he finally made it to the top, his heart racing faster than he could think. With the little strength he had, he planted the staff firmly in the ground, and with his left hand, held tightly as he aligned it to its original position. He found himself standing there for a long time, catching his breath.
At their home, the nurse tended to his mother as the wind began to pick up fiercely, and she woke from her coma with a start, just in time to see her son standing with her staff in hand, his fate clear to her. A single tear streaked from her eye, as the nurse called her husband to come share her waking moments. As her husband arrived, they adored him together, but the moment was quite short lived.
Standing atop the cliff, a voice echoed in Xavier’s mind. “Young boy, you have chosen a bold path. Please have the courage to stay on it…” That was the last thing he remembered, as he was struck by lightning, a cloud looming over the cliffs, and the staff, the perfect lightning rod.
Waking a few days later he found his arm was scarred, and most of his body was bandaged from the burns, how he survived was a medical mystery. And as he raised his hand, electricity flickered from finger to finger, and just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone. He was lucky to be alive, and they left him at his home. He left his room, which seemed devoid of his belongings, and descended the stairs. His father was waiting for him, his bags were packed.
His father was in a depressed state of anguish, he always knew that the magic in the family was too much for the bonds to bear, a poison on them. The night when they watched their son on the cliffs struck by lightning, his mother had a heart attack, and died. His soon took away the only thing he had, his family. Regardless of whose fault it was, if Xavier had never been on that cliff, his wife would still be alive, and that was the bottom line.
“I want you out. I don’t care where you go… or how you get there… You ruined this family.” His father sat there not looking at him to share these last few words. Xavier’s anger had welled up for years, and he finally just let it out.
“Good. You were a useless father, and if I never see you again it will be too soon!” He ran out the door, and left everything behind.
Face Claim: Vocaloid - Kagamine Len
