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Xavier Emilio Vargas Morales, est 1980 in New York, U.S. Just a kooky journalist. [disclaimer: i am in no way affiliated with oscar, this is just a non-profit roleplay account and contents within this page are purely fictional.]

[xavivarg-blog]

unnervinglyminerva·:

The cup of beer felt wrong wresting in her hand as if it didn’t quite belong there. Her heartbeat thudded in-time with the beat of the song playing, not unlike a metronome. For a few, brief moments, she actually felt a small flicker of happiness; but it was gone as soon as it had appeared, whisked away by the ever-growing rowdy crowd around her. As her eyes flickered around the club, trying to find the exit amidst the throng of people. It had been a mistake to think she was ready for such ruckus. But she had missed the commotion she had grown used to from her time in the army. After a few unsteady moments, her feet began to move, launching her towards the exit, and thus into the nearest person. “Shit, sorry,” Minerva eked out, an uncomfortable chill rushing through her shirt from her spilled beer. @edtstarter·

It was far from Xavier’s favourite place in town -- he hated most of the bars and clubs here, actually. That day his opinion wasn’t changed, he simply had to suck it up and go there nonetheless as he had a really important interview with one of his sources. They told him it was safer and more ‘private’ here, and Xavier knew it was bullshit -- how could it be more private here, in this utterly berserk place? 

He was here anyway, and, despite his resentment, talking to a man he had only seen once before. The conversation was quick --- Xavier was a professional and he knew what questions to ask to get the information he needed as quickly as possible. And so, after fifteen minutes, he finished drinking a can of lemonade and was completely ready to leave. No matter how much he loved his job, situations like this -- even though for some people they would seem like not that big of a deal -- were making him question his life choices. 

However, as he finally reached the exit, Xavier felt someone bumping into him. Hard. And then, only then, he felt cold liquid running down his arm and onto his phone. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, shook his palm that was holding the phone and finally looked at the culprit. Instantly, he felt a slight rush of guilt -- the girl’s shirt was completely wet and she didn’t seem well. “Fuck, are you okay? Here, it’s not much, but it should help at least a little,” he always had his father’s handkerchief in a pocket for good luck. He had never used it, or at least he hadn’t used it before he handed it for Minerva. “Are you feeling okay? Do you need any help?” 

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grace-ko‌:

“It’s good. I mean you could be a little less…prolific but the facts are solid and the way you lay them out is gorgeous.” Grace removed their glasses as they set Xavier’s new article down on the table between them before offering a soft smile. “I love reading your writing, have I said that lately?” Grace’s friendship with Xavier had spanned over several years but they had never been more grateful for him than in the month and a half following their divorce. They had felt for him deeply when he got divorced and having his support and understanding, not to mention someone to bitch to, was extremely appreciated. “You know what that deserves? Some cake. I didn’t bake it but Red Velvet is just the best so,” they pushed themselves up from the table and went over to the kitchen to grab them plates and forks. “When’s the article due?” @xavivarg​

“Prolific? Grace, you’re making it sound like it’s a bad thing. But thank you very much nonetheless,” smiling, the man lightly nodded his head -- as if he was trying to verify his words -- and took a small sip of hot tea that was given to him by Grace. “Actually... No, I can’t really remember when was the last time you said that to me. You need to step up your game,” Xavier laughed and placed the cup back on the table. “But in all seriousness... thank you. Again. You know your opinion is very important to me. And it doesn’t matter if we’re talking about my writing, life choices or if I’m simply debating on what I should have for dinner,” and it was the truth. Even though he hadn’t seen them in quite a while, Xavier knew he could come back to Grace whenever he wanted. They simply had that kind of bond  -- they were brutally honest with each other and yet, no matter what happened, would stick by each other’s side. And that’s exactly the one that will last a lifetime.

“Cake? Yes please,” nodding, Xavier quickly stood up and followed Grace to the kitchen just so he could help them. As soon as they came back, the man put a slice of the dessert for both of them and sat back at same spot of the couch. “The deadline is next week, actually. You know how much of a workaholic I am and how much I love leaving myself some time for editing,” Vargas shrugged and finally took a bite of the cake. “But enough about me. How are you? What are you working on right now?” 

[xavivarg-blog]

Well, hello again! I’m Danielle and let me introduce you my bby Xavier! You can find some basic information about him under the cut. 

XAVIER VARGAS || 39 || JOURNALIST

tw: mentions of death and alcoholism 

So his full name is actually Xavier Emilio Vargas Morales (first name + second name + father’s first surname + mother’s first surname), but he’s known simply as Xavier Vargas. He believes it’s just easier to remember.

His mother was Cuban and his father was from Peru. However, they both moved to the US when they were very young, so Xavier was born in New York. He lived there for most of his life, actually. 

Both of his parents were well-educated and worked in the medical field, so they never had money-related problems. However, Xavier rarely saw his parents because they were working a lot. He loved them, obviously, but it messed him up a little bit: since he doesn’t want anyone to deal with that kind of loneliness, it became one of the reasons why he doesn’t have children even though he’d want to.

He spent most of his childhood reading various books about spies, and it became one of his dreams to become either a spy or a detective. Obviously, that didn’t work out so he decided to study journalism. His parents weren’t excited about that but he was determined to prove them wrong.

He had alcohol problems when he was in his 20s. The man managed to stop himself from losing control and destroying his life, though. And after that, he even got a job in the New York Times and is still freelancing for them. But he’s also writing for the local newspaper of Edens Town. 

And also, Xavier moved to Edens town only 6 years ago because his ex-wife got a job here. 

Almost as soon as he moved to Edens, Xavier’s parents died in a plane crash on their way to Spain. He was devastated and nearly got back to his bad alcohol habits. Managed to get back on track again. 

Anyway, it wasn’t the last trouble that he had encountered. So, his relationship with his wife was... interesting. They always loved each other, but they were having lots of fights. After one of those fights, she simply left him. And they got divorced. Xavier is still kinda blaming himself from not stopping her.

Aaand now he’s simply doing his best: writing various investigative and news articles, trying to enjoy life in a small town and just... move forward lol. 

Wanted connections:

Childhood friends

Best friend(s)

Neighbours

Exes

Foes

Someone in real trouble who he could use for one of his investigations

Ex wife (gimme that drama)

Basically, anything works for me. Just hit me up if you want to plot!!!!

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