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28 August 2006 @ 12:10 am
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sisyphean on September 9th, 2006 10:04 pm (UTC)
Xander III

While Xander continued to work in Midgar he met a woman. As the story goes, they fell in love, and ended up getting married when they found out that she was expecting. He hadn't ever really considered himself the marrying type, but it was important to her and even if the thought of being a father scared him to death at 25, he was willing to give it a shot. More, he was damn sure he would be better than his own.

They might not have had much, but they were doing all right until Shinra crushed the company Xander worked for. With a three year-old daughter, a wife, and an alcoholic mother to support, Xander knew he had to do something quickly to get the money rolling again. He spent some time as a bartender, but that hardly paid for the various expenses he had to cover, so the rest of the time he worked as a fighter-for-hire. It was dangerous and his wife didn't like it, but no one could argue that he made enough for them to live on comfortably.

He had barely turned thirty-two when his wife was killed in a car accident on the way to pick up their daughter from day care. He was devastated; his foundation had been yanked out from under him and the one person who had ever cared enough to see him as a decent human being was dead. He didn't have long to grieve, however; he had a little girl who needed to be picked up, funeral arrangements to be made, and a life to live.

It's been six months and he doesn't miss her any less. Perhaps because he hasn't ever really given himself time to grieve, he's not going to heal. Either way, the most important thing to him right now is his daughter, and seeing that she pulls through the best she can. Though it's not the sort of job he would normally have taken, when he was approached to join the Turks, he readily accepted.

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-Skills: Xander can't boast of many skills. He's quick on his feet, sly of hand, and seems to have that inborn male knowledge of automobiles and carpentry projects. Aside from that, he's learning things as he goes, especially those that have to do with raising a child. A girl at that.
-Occupation [if any]: Member of Turk Team 2
-Weapon(s)[if any]: Company issued firearms as well as a unique knowledge of all sorts of weapons. He tends to prefer explosives and guns to anything else, however.


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Third person writing sample: ((This is taken from another rp. >>))

When he rounded the final corner toward his destination, he exhaled explosively. She'd decided to wait at the entrance this time, which was directly against Xander's wishes, but right now, he didn't really care. It was enough that Livvy was going to be able to spend the night with her grandmother and not at the club.

Their eyes met, and his mother-in-law smiled thinly. She held out her arms even as Olivia began to arch away from Xander and toward her. Hurt, but not wanting to admit it, Xander shifted the weight of his daughter and transferred her securely to Rebecca.

"Thanks, Becky." Dragging a hand through his disheveled hair, he watched as his daughter hugged her grandmother around the neck. "Sorry I'm late. Godd--" at Olivia's curious gaze, he amended his sentence. "Gosh darned car died again."

Rebecca simply nodded. "Don't worry about it, Alexander. We'll have fun tonight, and you can pick her up in the morning, just like always."

It annoyed him that she called him Alexander, but it was one of the things that his late wife had told him he would just need to get used to. Rebecca wasn't the kind of woman who went out of her way to please other people, and for the sake of everyone's happiness, it was best to simply bow under to the little things.