(aron piper, cismale, he/him) smoking a joint alone on top of church bell tower, hating the sound of your voice, sitting on the edge of his bed while a friend leans on the doorframe, waiting for him to come out; — ☾ welcome to the salvatore school, XAVIER MEYER. i hope you’re ready for a memorable school year with the WEREWOLF faction. at only 19/19, it’s easy to be BROODING and PASSIVE, but i hear you can be ASTUTE and LEVEL-HEADED. (marcel, 23, gmt + 8, he/him)
tw: drug use, death mention
Xavier is an only child but he was born into a huge extended family. His father had four other siblings while his mother had eight other siblings. It would take him many pairs of hands to count all of his cousins using fingers.
The irony was that it made him all the more lonely. Everyone else had siblings they went home with after family reunions. Xavier had his parents who loved him but with their busy lives, they barely have the time for him.
His family were devout Catholics. But they rarely practiced as a family due to their demanding occupations. Still, his parents claimed that they had faith and they believed that Xavier shared it with them although he would personally say that he was an agnostic.
For most of his life, Xavier went to Catholic boarding schools. It was more convenient, his parents said. They could afford it anyway.
There he learned about the saints and the scripture. He went to mass with his classmates during Sundays. Xavier went through the motions but his heart was never in it.
It was a slippery slope, how he started using drugs. A certain bad influence made his way into his radar. He was bored, lonely, and rich. He was the perfect candidate.
One day, both Xavier and a friend got a hold of harder drugs that were still ‘experimental’. Xavier ended up chickening out and giving his friend his share. His friend ingested both, causing them to overdose.
After that incident, Xavier was always angry. He would always get into trouble. He was lucky that his parents didn’t think that he was possessed like what happened to some of the students with religious parents. They just simply thought that their boy lost his way.
When he was recruited, Xavier begged them not to tell his parents the truth. He will gladly go and convince his parents to let him, they’d be willing to send him away anyway. He just needed help convincing.
Now, Xavier is a frequent customer of the campus dealer. He will smoke a joint with you but that doesn’t immediately mean that your friends.
During parties in the woods, Xavier could always be found with a drink in his hands, sitting alone on the highest place that he could find.
Xavier is more of a loner, which is hard for him since he’s part of a pack now. If there were Omega werewolves, he’d be one.
NOW: Xavier woke up shirtless on his own bed, not remembering anything from last year. To him, he’s only been in the Salvatore School for six months. He didn’t particularly know what the missing year means and like everybody else, mementos around his room, barely painted the picture of the missing year. Unlike the others, he didn’t have any social media accounts to look through. He didn’t have a bunch of text messages either. Although one or two did intrigue him. But he’s keeping those secret for now.
