MORIARTY, Xavier

[Xavier Moriarty]

XAVIER*FAISAL*MORIARTY

Name: Xavier Faisal Moriarty
Age: Appears to be somewhere in his late twenties/early thirties, whereas his vampire age is 171.
Species: Vampire
Group: Rogue
Occupation: Owner of the Désire de Sang Nightclub
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual
Face Claim: Scott Weiland

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6'0''
Body Build: Athletic
Distinguishing Marks: Covering both of his upper arms are tattoo sleeves, and unlike most tattoos, they're not completely meaningless, spur of the moment things that people make them out to be - the dragon sleeve on his right arm symbolizes power.
Clothing: Xavier is rarely seen dressed in anything classy like a full-on suit considering he had to dress properly all the time in the 1800's. He'll usually only wear the suit jacket over a t-shirt and that's as close as it gets. When he's not wearing that, he wears either a plaid or flannel button-up shirt and comfortable jeans.

Likes:

• That new car smell
  
• The smell of leather
  
• Patchouli incense
  
• Satiating a blood lust
  
• Card games when he's doing the cheating and winning money to boot
  
• Margaritas on the rocks, no salt
  
• Tequila
  
• Hotels
  
• Flannel
  
• Getting mail
  
• Witty people like himself
  
• Reading while sitting by a nice, warm fire
  
• Formal attire with a zing
  
• Old cars
  
• Plays, although he would never step foot into a theater anymore

Dislikes:

• Wicker
  
• Self-imposed guilt
  
• Being pushed around by those younger than him, whether it be in human or vampire years
  
• People who say 'no offense' because they usually do mean to offend
  
• Hunters
  
• Pushovers
  
• Being forgotten
  
• Traitors
  
• Arriving somewhere late
  
• Politics
  
• Killing
  
• Hard to understand songs
  
• Packing
  
• Quiche
  
• Dishes
  
• Procrastination
  
• Quitters

Goals:

• Find his sire, if he's still alive
  
• Become famous
  
• Tour

Fears:

• Making a stupid mistake that could cost him his life
  
• Being chased down by a hunter
  
• Losing the club or having a group of hunters find out about it

Overall Personality: Xavier bears other species no ill-will as he has had no serious quarrels with them in the past due to the fact that he mostly keeps to his own; he's found it easier to go through life (death?) that way since it keeps him out of trouble. He gets along with most vampires - unless they're the sadistic/masochistic, I-have-a-superiority-complex type, like some are. As he is a bartender and club owner, he's extremely social, and so he'll still talk to them and won't voice his dislike about it - when he's at work. He gets more tips if he acts tactful and agrees with most of what they say. If he acted like himself and was open about his beliefs during his time as a bartender, it's likely that he wouldn't get many tips, if any. Without pay, there would be nothing to fuel his... slight gambling problem that he's recently discovered.

Make no mistake that just because he tries to appeal to people means that he's a weak-willed sheep. Xavier is independent and follows his own rules, though he himself has a tendency to contradict them. In fact, it happens often without him really noticing it until later. Though he may seem like a terrible friend at times, he won't tell friends' secrets to anyone, no matter what. His hatred for traitors most likely comes from witnessing Lincoln's assassination, who didn't deserve his grisly ending after everything he had done. Also, because of having witnessed it, he has never set foot inside a theater or watched a play since.

An interesting little quirk that Xavier has acquired over the years is that whenever he meets a woman he likes, he uses one of those potentially cheesy pickup lines that may or may not work and they may have the tendency to be a little inappropriate, albeit not too inappropriate. He is a bit of a gentleman after all, even if it may not seem so at times. A little belief of his is that the way into a woman's heart pants is through flattery, though the relationships he forms with those women don't last very long, which they're not supposed to. Depending on how much he's had to drink, a few of those pickup lines may come out in French.

Getting back to the subject of his addictions, Xavier has a very addictive personality when it comes to gambling and alcohol. He has lost vast amounts of money in both things, though now it's mostly because of the former rather than the latter. His job as a bartender and owner fuels his alcohol addiction since he gets to drink much of what's behind the bar for free, and as for the gambling part, he does that in his free time when he isn't working. He enjoys mostly table games such as poker, roulette, baccarat, blackjack, and red dog. It's easier to cheat when playing card games and he has yet to get caught. It also helps to have superhuman speed.

Certain people Xavier will get along with just fine, but others he'll avoid or absolutely hate. Not much can phase him, but there are a few things that can, like asking about his sire, mentioning Lincoln's death or something along those lines. He may forgive easily, but that doesn't mean that he's likely to forget.

Relatives: Deceased.

Overall History: Xavier Faisal Moriarty was born on November 17, 1836 in Washington, D.C., one year after his parents got married on a whim and young lust. His father had manipulated his mother into marrying him only after he had made her think that he was a sweet, harmless person. Once they were married, however, his seemingly harmless disposition changed into that of an abusive husband with a drinking problem. Xavier's morals stem from what he saw when he was younger and luckily, his mother soon left his father, taking him with her.

Other than that, he lived somewhat of a charmed life. When he was twenty-two, he married Elizabeth Sventon, and not too long after, Emily was born. About six years later, she got a brother: Desmond Moriarty. Xavier was the complete opposite of his father's true self and treated his family with the utmost respect and love anyone could give.

Curiosity was Xavier's downfall in the Spring of 1865, when he was just thirty-one. He had come across the very private meeting of Lincoln's nine would-be assassins and eavesdropped throughout their conversation, appalled at what he was hearing. When he tried to leave to go tell someone, anyone, he knocked something over, thus resulting in getting himself caught. As he had soon come to found out, one of the nine people that was there was a vampire and after an hour of begging for them to let him leave under the condition that he wouldn't tell anyone about their plan, they relented; however, said vampire found him a few days later, the day that Lincoln was assassinated. As punishment for eavesdropping a few days prior, the vampire made him go with him to the theater to watch as John Wilkes Booth shot the President. Not too long after, he was turned.

Ashamed, Xavier left the very next night without telling a soul. Of course, being the family man that he was, he felt terrible immediately after for not telling them; they must have been thinking that he had been mugged and murdered, even though they couldn't find the body. It's likely that he has human descendants, but he's too guilt ridden to check.

Surviving long enough on his own to make it into the 1900s was quite a feat, considering his Sire wasn't there to tutor him, so he had to find things out by himself. It wasn't easy and some things he still has no clue about, like mates. He took any job he could, and tried to live as normally as possible without indulging in the extreme blood lust he continually found himself in. Sure, he could have done without a house or anything else that humans had, but for the longest time, he made an attempt to deny what he was. Over the years, he began to accept it.

Acclimating to the changes the world brought was easier than he thought it would be. He lived to read the depressing headlines telling about the sinking of the Titanic, lived to see Amelia Earhart take off in a plane and become the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic ocean, and lived through the Red Scare that occurred after World War 1, which he thought was quite silly and unnecessary. Humans always seemed to have something to worry about.

Although he never got a draft notice during World War I, when World War II began, Xavier received a little 'invitation' from the Government saying that he was to report to a commanding officer for duty in the 3rd Infantry. Seeing as how he couldn't go out during the day, much less kill someone, he had to decline their 'party invitation' and fled to Montreal. During his time there, he learned French, since the locals knew very little English then, but he mostly learned it to communicate with Lucienne, a twenty-something-year-old woman he met and had grown attached to, which was a big mistake. After getting deep into a relationship with her, she soon began to ask too many questions and grew suspicious of him because she never saw him outside during the daytime. It didn't help that people were going missing, and some were being found dead, drained of blood. He had escaped to avoid killing people in the war, but here he was, killing the townspeople. Because of the suspicions surrounding him, he had to leave, and fled yet again to another town. That was the only time he ever got into a relationship with any human.

After the war ended, he moved back to the United States, to Las Vegas no less, where he met a few fellow vampires years later. There, he opened the Désire de Sang Nightclub, and it quickly rose to popularity amongst the vampire community, though humans do sometimes tend to wander in. His ruthless killing streaks have declined so much over the years that he now only drinks from Blood Dolls, deciding not to kill any humans unless he has no other choice.

OOC Name: Rachael
Age: 16
Years RPing: I dunno. Five or six years.
Example:

Xavier's night at work wasn't going so well, and Liz's absence wasn't making it any better. Never had she been late anywhere when it had something to do with him, unless she was upset with h8im, and as far as he knew, she wasn't. A fight between the two hadn't ensued before he left for work, so what could possibly be keeping her from showing up on time? And why did she have to be late tonight, of all nights? Most of his staff had called in for various reasons, so he was already stressed out enough as it was without this happening. With a frustrated growl, he walked out of the club and stood outside for a few minutes, expecting her to walk up to him any minute. When she didn't, he returned inside, shaking his head. This was the first notion he got that something was terribly, terribly wrong, and he was going to try his hardest to find out what was going on.

Pushing past people inside the club, he traveled to the back to his office, and as soon as he closed the door, he pulled out his phone and dialed her cell phone number. After a few rings, he got her answering machine, to which he only frowned and hung up the phone, not bothering to leave a message. Thinking for a moment, he called the home phone, and after urging the nanny to give the phone to Cadence, he began to ask her if she knew anything about where her mother went. It turned out that she knew a bit, but not enough. The little girl told him that she left earlier than she normally did, and that she heard her talking on the phone about some wedding things to some woman named Scarlet. Oddly enough, the woman sounded familiar, but he couldn't place where he had heard about her from. Thanking her for the information and telling her bye, he put the phone back in his pocket and stood there for a minute in silence, and that was when he received the thought from her, when the feeling of fear overcame him, and he started to breathe heavily and rapidly. Making a mad dash for the door, he opened it and ran out in a panic.

First, he asked his employees if they knew anyone named Scarlet, and he had no luck until it got down to asking the very last worker, someone who happened to be bartending that night. The bartender shook his head, not knowing where she was, but he pointed out a man sitting in the corner that he was sure knew. Scowling, Xavier made his way over to him and demanded to know where this Scarlet was located, but the man just looked up at him and chuckled. The feeling of fear was growing in the pit of his stomach, and with a flash of anger in his eyes, he grabbed him by his collar, lifting him up out of his seat and throwing him onto a nearby table, causing it to break cleanly in two. Grabbing him again, he yelled at him to tell her where she was, and this time he was successful in getting it out of him. It wasn't the only thing he was told, though. He was told about how she lured vampires to her home to get their blood and killed them, and now he realized why she sounded familiar. Recently, vampires that frequented the club had been talking about her, and he caught bits and pieces of their conversations as he walked around. "If I get there and find out you gave me the wrong address, I'm coming back for you," he threatened, motioning over a few some his staff, he told them to keep an eye on the guy and to keep him from going anywhere, then he headed for the door, but stopped and turned around. By then, everyone in the club was watching. Glaring, mostly at the workers that had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene between him and the man unfold, he spoke, his voice raising with each word. "What are you waiting for?! Get back to work!" And, his sense of urgency growing, he left.

Driving was difficult to do since Xavier could barely calm himself down. It was possible that while she was on her way to Scarlet's she had been harmed in some way, but he knew this woman was up to no good. And woman or not, he was going to kill her. Of course Elizabeth could defend herself, but for whatever reason, she needed his help. Speeding around cars, his grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point where his knuckles were turning white. Getting his thoughts together so they weren't all over the place, he sent a comforting thought to her, telling her he was on his way and should be there very soon. Hopefully by the time he got there, it wouldn't be too late.

When he arrived at the red tinted building, he got out of the car, and, taking a deep, calming breath and trying to hide his worried expression, he approached the door. Knocking on it, he waited for someone to answer, and as he did, he sent another warm thought to Liz, trying to keep both of them calm. If he didn't calm down for her, she would start to panic and vice versa. When the raven-haired woman opened the door, he clenched his fist, prepared to strike her. The urge to rip her limb from limb was almost overpowering, but he held off his attack, knowing he was going to get to do it soon when the time was right. Giving her a smile, he asked, "Is my fiancée, Elizabeth, here? She was supposed to be at work a little bit ago, but she never showed. I was wondering if you two were still planning or if she had left already?" Trying to be sweet to her while knowing that Liz was trapped somewhere in there was hard to do, in fact, it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do.

"She left a few minutes ago. I'm sorry to have made her late for work," Scarlet said with an apologetic smile and began to quickly close the door.

Xavier's disposition changed in the blink of an eye. Putting his foot in the door, he shoved it open, walked inside, and slammed it behind him with his foot. "You're either going to take me to her right now or I will kill you and find her without your help," he told her through his teeth, moving closer to her. In a blur of movement, Scarlet picked up what looked to be a pocket knife from a nearby table and lashed out at him with it. He moved away quickly, but not before getting his chest nicked by the blade. Though the cut was shallow, it hurt as though it went down to the bone, and he felt a burning sensation take over. Taking a closer look at the blade when she tried cutting him again, he found that it was silver. The handle must have been some form of iron, or else she wouldn't have been wielding it. As she went for his throat, he ducked and ran to an open door that seemed to lead down to the basement. Giving the knife one last dodge, he bolted down the stairs, and stopped only when he reached the last step. By now, his mind was racing like a bi-polar's would after skipping a dose. Looking over at a metal tray, he noticed a scalpel and grabbed it. As soon as she came down the stairs, he turned around and tried to cut at her stomach, but missed by a few inches. Already prepared for her next attack, he moved away from it with ease, and faked a cut to her arm, distacting her so he could make a deep cut across her throat, stopping her in her tracks. The blood gushed at first, and he put an arm up to keep it off his face, and then it began to slow down, creeping over the front of her shirt. As she began to fall to her knees, he dropped the scalpel and picked up the knife she had dropped, then grabbed her by her hair. Eyes narrowed, he grabbed her by her hair, keeping her from falling forward, and stabbed her in the heart, twisting the blade as much as possible before he let her fall to the ground, the blade still in her chest. When she fell, the knife dug deeper in, and he turned around, taking in the the room for the first time.

It was a dimly lit room, but Xavier could clearly make out a figure sitting in a chair, and he instantly knew who it was. Rushing over to her, he unfastened the bindings on her wrists and feet and put his hands on either side of her face, kneeling down to look at her. "Liz. Liz, come on, we need to leave." They needed to leave as fast as they could. He had made the mistake of not checking to see if anyone else was in the house, but just so long as he had her in his sights, he didn't care. Taking another quick look around, he noticed medical bags hanging from a pole, one of them half full. Jaw tightening, he ripped out the IVs and picked her up, knowing she wouldn't be able to walk well after losing that much blood. Stepping over Scarlet's body, he noticed the large pool of blood around it and couldn't help but chuckle. At least now she was giving her name, if that even was her real name, meaning. As he passed her body, he suddenly wanted to gut her. Who knows how many other vampires she killed using her sick method, and thinking about the woman drinking her blood angered him, and it took sheer force of will not to stop and cut her from her throat down to her stomach. First, he had to get Liz out of there and make sure she was going to be all right.

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