[NOBODY] Xander

Appearance

Xander is tall with a lean build. He has black hair, parted on the side. One of the sides is shaved, and the rest is a little bit long. He's pale, and has strange eyes. The irises are red, however, what should be the whites of his eyes are completely black.

He had black tattoos on various parts of his body. Most noticeable is the writing on his neck, the sleeves on his arms and the ones on his hands. He has multiple piercings in his ears, and on his face. He also has most of his eyebrows shaved off.

Personality

Xander has a stoic and cold demeanor. He has a one track mind, and is completely merciless. He's not one to go easy on anyone, in fact he'll go all out just to do it. Causing more havoc than necessary just to show off.

He has a strange habit of watching people. You could says he rather fond of stalking people out of curiosity. Analysing their emotions, and attempts to mimic them when he has the chance. Constantly lurking around like that on his free time has led to a slight obsession with food. He mostly only goes for candy, but he'll eat just about anything if it looks good enough.

He can be sarcastic at times, and he tends to threaten to eat people he strongly dislikes. Whether it be cannibalism or not. He's never been seen eating anything humanoid. However he's never confirmed or denied ever doing so.

History

Drena was a strong willed individual. Him and his older sister, Acara, were raised by their paternal grandmother in Traverse Town. His mother had died giving birth to him, and his father soon after in an “accident.” His grandmother never really discussed her son's death with her grandchildren. Drena followed in his sister's footsteps and didn't try to get the information out of the old woman.

He was a stubborn child, as well as loud and obnoxious. He was a bit of a daredevil and wouldn't think twice if another kid dared him to eat a bug. Acara was only two years older than him, and spent most of her time making sure her brother didn't get himself into too much trouble. At one point she had to stop Drena from shaving the neighbor's dog bald.

As he reached his teenage years, Drena started to show interest in the darkness. He was curious about it more or less. So he spent some of his free time researching what little things he could get his hands on. The rest of his free he spent causing trouble in his neighborhood with his little group of friends. They were pretty much your typical group of rebellious teenagers. They thought they were hot shit, and often acted that way.

There was a lot of things that Drena hid from his grandmother. His interest in Heartless was one, and his behavior was another. She was getting older, and really didn't need the stress. Acara was also trying her best to keep her grandmother out of that loop. She didn't agree with anything her little brother was doing, but there wasn't much she could do. He wouldn't listen to her, no matter how hard she tried to stop him. The only person that could possibly talk some sense into the teen was his grandmother.
But Acara didn't want her to get too worked up.

Once he reached his twenties his interest in Heartless turned more into an obsession. Everything about them interested him. So when he eventually moved out he started to devote more of his time to his obsession. There really wasn't much he could do research wise. But whatever he could get his hands on was good enough. For the time being.

Acara had devoted her time to taking care of their now ailing grandmother. The old lady didn't have much longer. And Acara was horribly blunt about all of it. Drena avoided the both of them as much as he could because of her.He devoted himself almost entirely to his “work”. He didn't know how to handle the thought of losing someone so close to him. He couldn't remember his parents, so he had never really mourned for them. It was terrifying. And the last thing he wanted was to be constantly reminded of the inevitable.

In the evenings, once Acara had turned in for the night, Drena would sneak through the house to check on his grandmother. She was always awake when he'd go in there. She was too scared to sleep at night. Scared of dying. Drena would sit at her bedside and listen to her talk about it. This normally led to conversations about really anything. Eventually he started to tell her about what he'd been spending his time doing. What he'd learned so far. She wasn't upset about it, in fact, his grandmother seemed to be used to talking about this subject.

“Just like your father.” Those were the last words Drena's grandmother had said to him. He didn't think much about them until the morning after. He came in to check on her the morning after to discover the inevitable had happened. He wasn't positive what to do, surely she was just sleeping right? Right?!

The night after the funeral was a hard one. Drena spent it wandering the streets, trying to come to terms with everything. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, or what was around him. He was overwhelmed with everything and was moving around on autopilot. He walked too quickly around a corner and ended up tripping over his own feet and falling flat on his face. It was enough to snap him back into reality, and as he pulled himself up onto his knees he saw it. At first he thought it was a dog. But dogs don't stand like that. Dogs don't look like that. Actually it was kind of adorable. With its glowing yellow eyes, and it's little antenna looking things. It was oddly familiar too. Like a picture he saw in a book once.

He froze, and just stared at it. Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that. His last moments were filled with a mixture of fear and fascination.

When Xander woke up, the only thing on his mind was a coffin. He didn't know why, nor did he know who was in the coffin. But it didn't matter. What mattered was finding out where he was, and who the strange cloaked person looking down at him was.

His first thought was to punch said mysterious cloaked person. Not out of fear, or anger. but because he wanted to knock their hood back to see their face. He fought that thought however, and listened to what the person was saying. He didn't give joining the organization a second thought. He had nothing better to do anyways. He didn't care to find out about his past self. It was irrelevant now. He was Xander.
Now if only he could stop thinking about that random coffin.

OOC Name: Xemmy

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