Autarkis. Drag king and bass player. A Rose with more thorns than petals. Enthusiast of horrors both known and unknown to kine. A bisexual menace, by reputation. In a relationship (but open, so please kindly conduct yourself with decorum). Collector of rare vinyls. She/they - he, only when on stage.
To whom my heart is pledged: @vvervvain ❤️ ((Vampire: The Masquerade RP blog, follows back from @moon-chanter, banner by https://vgen.co/cuiikoo))
This is a VTM RP blog for my OC, Xavier; I'll get all this info better organized in a carrd at some point.
Standard rules: 18+ (I am in my 30's and don't want to play dolls with kids); no purity politics, this is world of darkness, nobody is a saint here; please keep IC and OOC separate - just because characters may be romantically involved doesn't mean the writers will be
Follows back from @moon-chanter
This character's partner, also written by me, is at @vvervvain and the same rules apply to her.
Multifandom friendly, but non-WoD/CofD-compatible character interactions will be treated as speculative/non-canon.
nsfw tagged as both nsfw and nsfc (not safe for cain)
This blog is run as though it is the character running the blog. Narrative posts will be tagged as such.
Name: Xavier
Clan: Toreador
Generation: 9
Birthday: October 13, 1752, Embraced 1776 (24 years old at time of embrace); 272 years old currently.
Sire: Lady Mircalla d'Aubigny
Nature/Demeanor: Chivalrous, Bon-Vivant
Sect: Autarkis
Humanity: Has ebbed and flowed through the centuries, currently sits around 7.
Pronouns: She/they
Sex: It's complicated
Gender: Whatever makes the joke land. (Demi-woman)
Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 5'11''
MBTI: INTJ
Temperament: Melancholic
Likes: Fancy cigars and cigarillos, fancy coffee (even if it has to come back up), horses, horse dressage, travel, music, performing, being the center of attention in a room (as long as they're intending for it)
Dislikes: Being touched without permission, being the little spoon
Hobbies: HEMA (Historical European Martial Arts), poetry, rhythm games, horses (although horses don't like them anymore), equestrian dressage (although they can't participate anymore), tai chi, getting into pointless arguments on the internet, debating on whether modern performance art like drag is real art (it is), being a coffee snob, amateur handiness.
Backstory:
Xavier - a name they chose long after discarding their birth name, now lost to time save for a few people - was born in 1752, the destitute child of French peasants. She sang her siblings to sleep and buried most of them before reaching adolescence. Life was bleak. But the one she ended up with was worse.
Her voice caught the ear of Lady Mircalla d'Aubigny when she was still a girl. Her parents, desperate and starving, sold her without protest. From there began the long nightmare: caged, paraded, objectified, a songbird on display at Toreador salons, complimented as much for her looks as for her voice. Even now that nickname clings to her, and she still loathes being looked at.
Mircalla waited for her to mature before the Embrace, which was as traumatic as the years leading up to it. While she gave Xavier an education, she offered no freedom - keeping her leashed, feeding her scraps, and using her as currency, trading her to other vampires in exchange for boons and favours. Those nights still haunt her.
When the Revolution came, Xavier ran. Starving and in rags, she disappeared into the chaos and never looked back. She clawed her way through the centuries using sex and seduction to survive, dissociating from her trauma, never seeking out her sire again.
In the 20th century, they found power and purpose in drag bars and underground music scenes - goth, punk, metal - where she reclaimed the spotlight on her own terms. Onstage, she sings again, but now it's his voice, through her drag king persona, soaking in attention without being reduced to flesh. It is a freedom she never thought she'd taste.
But something's changed. She's stopped sleeping around for boons and favours and hasn't taken a steady lover in some years. She's grown cold, distant, even from her clan. Camarilla harpies whisper about it constantly.
Has something - or someone - finally touched the heart of the songbird?
i drew my oc xavier (clan toreador; they/she) as their drag king persona (he/him). did you know they do all their own vocals? they're quite proud of that. he can best be described as a sort of horror vaudeville show.
(they're probably singing a glam metal cover of this)
the best part of drag is that you can have your fangs out & everyone assumes it's just part of the costume! no masquerade breach here! :D
please ignore that i forgot to draw a strap for the bass and just assume they turned it into one of their belts.
Happy Pride! Don't let anyone dull your colours!
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That is a discourse that has repeated throughout history.
I am certain you do have one, personally.
Keep yourself busy with mundane tasks. Take your time to think, and take refuge in your safe place for now. Please let me know if there is anything I may do to aid you.
It is a common situation for the young among us. Once you shed your mortal identity for a mask, however, you will find navigation much simpler. That being said, many are hesitant to do so.
Should you require a new identity, I know some people in New York.
You are in a situation that even the most experienced of Kindred do not have true knowledge of. The Duskborn are a fairly recent development, at least insofar as official records tell. You are doing the best you can with the information and resources you have at the moment.
A balance between the life you had and the requiem you now inhabit is something many young Kindred attempt, however, you are not alone in that. My own blood childe attempts the same, and I will not hold him back, for he must fall and learn before he can stand. The difference between you and he, however, is that his failings are my own to answer for and correct. You have none such insurance...
It is perhaps possible your own mentor is doing the same - albeit I have... opinions on her methods.
Only you can decide your identity. Perhaps the only way you'll be able to make a choice is through loss or distance.
Regardless, it is my opinion that you are very resilient. You will find the answer given time. Until then I will dispense what wisdom and aid I can from this distance.
That is a discourse that has repeated throughout history.
I am certain you do have one, personally.
Keep yourself busy with mundane tasks. Take your time to think, and take refuge in your safe place for now. Please let me know if there is anything I may do to aid you.
It is a common situation for the young among us. Once you shed your mortal identity for a mask, however, you will find navigation much simpler. That being said, many are hesitant to do so.
Should you require a new identity, I know some people in New York.
You are in a situation that even the most experienced of Kindred do not have true knowledge of. The Duskborn are a fairly recent development, at least insofar as official records tell. You are doing the best you can with the information and resources you have at the moment.
A balance between the life you had and the requiem you now inhabit is something many young Kindred attempt, however, you are not alone in that. My own blood childe attempts the same, and I will not hold him back, for he must fall and learn before he can stand. The difference between you and he, however, is that his failings are my own to answer for and correct. You have none such insurance...
It is perhaps possible your own mentor is doing the same - albeit I have... opinions on her methods.
Only you can decide your identity. Perhaps the only way you'll be able to make a choice is through loss or distance.
Regardless, it is my opinion that you are very resilient. You will find the answer given time. Until then I will dispense what wisdom and aid I can from this distance.
It is a common situation for the young among us. Once you shed your mortal identity for a mask, however, you will find navigation much simpler. That being said, many are hesitant to do so.
Should you require a new identity, I know some people in New York.
You are in a situation that even the most experienced of Kindred do not have true knowledge of. The Duskborn are a fairly recent development, at least insofar as official records tell. You are doing the best you can with the information and resources you have at the moment.
A balance between the life you had and the requiem you now inhabit is something many young Kindred attempt, however, you are not alone in that. My own blood childe attempts the same, and I will not hold him back, for he must fall and learn before he can stand. The difference between you and he, however, is that his failings are my own to answer for and correct. You have none such insurance...
It is perhaps possible your own mentor is doing the same - albeit I have... opinions on her methods.
Only you can decide your identity. Perhaps the only way you'll be able to make a choice is through loss or distance.
Regardless, it is my opinion that you are very resilient. You will find the answer given time. Until then I will dispense what wisdom and aid I can from this distance.
It is a common situation for the young among us. Once you shed your mortal identity for a mask, however, you will find navigation much simpler. That being said, many are hesitant to do so.
Should you require a new identity, I know some people in New York.
If you had asked me months ago I would have said that they would be a bad fit. That he would be a bad influence upon my childe. But my mind has changed. Seeing the boy not only consult me for my blessing but also admit that he wants to be better for him...
I hope that they can eke out some measure of happiness in their requiem together.
Wanna be super clear about my stance here, any and ALL trans people are safe on my blog—period. Reblog if you’re a safe space for queer and trans people! ❤️
