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Xaverius Rusten

Somewhat hefty explorer who wants to make a name for himself in the lands and to help those in need.

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a character in “Nomad Clan”, as played by Matthewwace822

Description

"Surviving is good, prospering is better."

Sex: M
Age: 40

Physical Description: Scraggily medium length hair, heavy amount of stubble, rather large and imposing build with somewhat more fat than muscle making up his weight, rough complexion.
Clothing: Ragged shirt and pants with basic shoes, carries a set of goggles and a bandana to protect his mouth and eyes from sand, carries a medium sized backpack to carry items in.
Height: 6'1
Weight: 259.9lbs
Skin Colour: Light tan
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Blue

Occupation: Wanderer/Salvager
History/Bio: Born into a harsh world and leaving his family at 18 in order to see if he could make a difference in the world, he travels from town to town, looking for work and seeing how he can make the lands he ventures a bit more bearable for himself and the others around him. Most of his gear he salvaged and re-worked for use in surviving in the wastes, fashioning whatever he could find into what would prove useful. After an experience where he killed three people and let anothe die while heavily drunk, he chose to give up alcohol due to it's effects on him and his morals.
Home Town: N/A
Native Clan: Clanless
Population: N/A
Location: Qafar Desert
Description: N/A

Personality: Somewhat weary of those he first meets, but should they be friendly, he'll be friendly back, he has some basic engineering skills, that being he knows how to duct tape a saw blade to a lead pipe. He tries his best to be up-beat when he can and if given the option to do a good deed he will most often go for it.
Fears and Desires: Desires to make a name for himself in the lands and help those in need. His biggest fear is causing harm to innocents.

Equipment and Weapons: His basic equipment includes a medium sized back pack, a pair of goggles and bandana, for weapons he uses a lead pipe with a saw blade duct taped to the end.
Styles and Abilities: Xaverius has a robust knowledge on engineering, and can fashion a wide array of things from scrap he finds around the lands, in fights he can use his sturdy frame to not only take hits, but dish out some damage as well with his modified lead pipe.

So begins...

Xaverius Rusten's Story

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The metal panel of an old world machine was pulled away as a somewhat stocky figure peered inside, looking for anything either valuable or useful, their blue eyes covered by a pair of goggles scanning over the rusted components. The dug inside, pulling out a small piece of circuitry. "Hmmm... might be worth somethin'." Xaverius muttered, putting the small green part into his backpack. He left the machine open in case another scavenger were to come along so they could find anything he may have missed. He hauled himself to his feet, his age combined with his build didn't give him the easiest time when kneeling down to look for parts, but he managed. He wiped a bit of sand from his goggles and adjusted the green bandanna he used to protect his mouth. He then looked about, seeing where he should go next. He saw what looked like a town in the distance, with what little items he had found on his latest scavenge, he made his way to the village. On the way, he pulled out a flask he used to keep water, taking a small sip, he noted from the weight of the flask that he would have to refill it once he got into town.

Upon arriving at the village, he looked for the nearest trader to show off what he had found, upon finding one, he browsed their goods, eyeing a roll of duct tape. "Heyo, could I trade this here piece 'o tech for that there roll of adhesive?" Xaverius asked the trader, holding our the small circuit he found. "Hmmmm..." the trader studied the green card, making notes on the quality and the state of all the parts. "Sure thing." the trader said, offering the roll to Xaverius, who took the tape with a hearty "Thanks!". His main reason for his choice was for his weapon, a lead pipe with a saw blade taped to the end, since he tape holding the saw blade on kept wearing out, he had to find more tape to keep the blade on, though even without the saw blade his build made his weapon still something to watch out for. After stashing the tape, he wandered into a nearby bar, where he pulled up a chair by the bartender and looked about, he'd probably stay here for about a week until moving on, unless things changed.

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Character Portrait: Mirova Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten

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Smacow's and traders and travellers and tourists moved through the streets chaotically, weapons dangling off half of them - it was Qafar after all. Mirova fit in, her beige, dusty-cloak covering her head to toe, thick gloves and boots bunching out at the ends, and a gold-glittered veil coming down over the opening of the hood. Coins and materials from different clan's were being traded at the entrance to each stall Mirova passed, each trying to barter an equal value of goods in return. As she continued down the main-road the tents and stands got grander, stages and shows and fire-bursting out of machines on display as salesmen and women pitched the audience grandly.

Through the darkness of her hood Mirova's eyes lit up as an engine on a pedestal blasted out electrical bolts across a wooden stage, the seller laughing as the audience gasped. Stolen Wetlander technology, the trader boasted. Very advanced.

"Alright," Mirova murmured, glancing down at the market map she had in hand. The Dol clan was good at organizing these things, very orderly this chaos. "My tent should be-" Mirova turned a corner to reveal an alleyway, poisonous rats feasting on what may at one stage have been a corpse. Rocks and rubble polluted the path, and darkness consumed the alleyway ground toward her decorated, red and gold nomad's tent at the end.

"Oh sweet, I love being in a murder alley," Mirova commented as she made her way down the dark alley to set up her tent. Not the best spot in the village to attract customers, but it didn't matter. At the end of the day, once people had spent their money and were looking for a bit of hope, that's when they visited a Nomad's tent.

"Naima name still good for something," Mirova muttered as she entered the silk entrance-way, readying to setup.

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"One drink please," A voice said from down the bar of Jake. A long-faced man with thinning, grey hairs glanced over at the cowboy-samurai and the woman on his lap before turning nervously to the barkeep.

"It's your favourite: beer," The barkeeper muttered, sliding the musky mug toward the man. He glanced a small Taqa crystal on the counter, the barkeeper glancing down at the item before nodding. It was a fair trade.

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"Bartender, one beer and a refill on my flask please." Xaverius told the bartender, placing his flask on the counter. While he waited for his drink, he looked around at the other patrons, giving his stubble a small rub. "So, how's everyone doin'?" He asked, not sure if any of them would respond, but trying to start some sort of civil conversation would be pleasant.

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The winds howled at the walls of his tent, sand sweeping over endlessly. Thessir's day was restless as he struggled to sleep through the constant noise. Life was hard and he was used to hard but losing sleep never made life any easier. Such was the cost of knowledge worth seeking however. There was little choice in comfort when he desired to find evidence with which to find the builders of old.

Struggling to his feet as he knew he wasn't going to get any decent sleep while the sand continued to blow he opened up his watch to check the time. The time read four, at least several marks before the greater mark of five which was when the sun would touch down on the horizon. He growled, bothered by the fact that he would have to trudge out in this awful light for some hours before the darkness would set. He closed his watch and put it away as he got dressed.


Clad in his full garb he packed away his things and opened the front flap of the tent only for sand to start pouring in. He shouted profanities in his native tongue which to the uninformed outsider would probably sound like a series of growls, hisses and clicks. Stepping outside after a long days rest only to find his tent was halfway to being buried in the sweeping sands was not a pleasant way to begin an evening. With the wind at his back he took down his tent and unearthed it from the sand while making an effort to not leave sand inside the tent. He didn't want to have to carry more weight in sand given he already had enough things he had to haul by backpack.

With everything secured to his back he marched on forward, his boots sinking into the sand a little with each step forward. He took care to make sure he was covered from the sun as the heat beat down on him. While his clothes were comfortable it was still so warm it was nearly intolerable. Worse yet for him was the sunlight itself. He couldn't leave a single scrap of skin left uncovered or it would blister from sunburns in a mere matter of minutes. Everything was just so bright right then too. Even with a hat he needed to shield his eyes from the light reflected off the long fields of sand.


His extended walk into the morning had paid off however as now despite his lack of rest he was close to the city of Dol-Duna. It was within he was sure he could find respite from the wages of the desert. Through the gate he entered the town and filtered into the crowds of people, most of them being travelers in their own right whether they be merchants, journeymen or otherwise. The people were of little concern for him right now though. His eyes looked past the curios and food items, searching for an establishment with a roof he could put between him and the accursed sun.

He never really had much trust for crowds but what really put him off were the beasts. Creatures of many sorts walked shoulder to shoulder with people all around. He never had any sort of fondness for animals, especially those which walked the surface. Given how life was like in the Downder most animals were either eaten or trying to eat him. Even though his people kept animals for things like milk and silk they were nothing like the creatures of the outer lands. He never much cared for animals and the added strangeness of these beasts only soured their appeal to him even more.


Mincing his way through the crowd he scurried through the door of what appeared to be a tavern. Out of the sun he gave a sigh of relief, his eyes still hurting from the exposure. Awkwardly he made his way over to the bar before settling down on a stool.

"Care for a drink?" The bartender greeted him as he would most other patrons. "Just a glass of water." Thessir answered back, not even looking up from the bar when he addressed the man. He was already fishing about his many pockets as the bartender poured him a cup of water. As the cup was set before him he took out a small taqa crystal and placed it on the bar. Naturally the bartender took it as payment for the water. After all, water wasn't free, not out in the desert.


Thessir's eyes scanned the room as he drained his cup. There were a couple other patrons, most notably a person dressed for travel who seemed to be living it up. He tried to pay the others little mind as he produced a strange crystal roughly the size of a chicken's egg. It was a deep dark blue color, similar to a sapphire only darker. From another pocket he held up to his eye what appeared to be some strange form of jeweler's loupe. It was of a construction well foreign to surface-dwelling clans since he made it himself.

"So, how's everyone doin'?" The other man in the hat asked, seeming to be addressing them in general. Now Thessir wasn't very familiar with social conventions when it came to outlanders which was basically everyone at this point for him. He wasn't sure if the question was supposed to be answered or if it was simply rhetorical. He also couldn't really decipher just what it was he was asking. Just to be safe he decided to answer. After all, it wasn't like he was going to out himself as anymore of a foreigner than he already appeared to be.


"I am doing it very well. I do good work." He replied to the vocal man's query. In talking his accent was quite thick making his already flawed understanding of terms sound even further out of place. The origin of his accent however could not be placed.

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"Heh, nice to hear, I just got back from doin' some scavenging, found some sweet piece of old tech I traded in for some more adhesive." Xaverius replied, he had a somewhat gruff voice as he spoke. He then proceeded to take his drink and take a swig. "Ahh, nothin' beats a good ol' beer, ey?" He chuckled, setting his beer back down on the counter.

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Xaverius took another hearty swig from his beer, adjusting his position on his seat slightly. "So... what do ya do for a livin?" He asked. "I'm a scavenger of sorts mahself, I've been interested in all that old world tech out there, last week I found a small rectangle thing that people used to talk to one another, only managed to find that out before the batteries died, still managed to trade off the components for some food, was a pretty nice deal." He gave his beer another swig, letting out a small burp followed by an "Excuse me."

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Xaverius then heard what was going on outside. "Eh? What's goin' on out 'ere?" As Xaverius thought, a sudden sharp pain shot through his left leg, upon looking down he saw one of the salamands, biting down on his calf. "Oi! That meat ain't for eatin'!" He exclaimed, shaking the critter off and watching it run off. A tad confused by the incident, he spotted a group of people who seemed to be dealing with the other salamands. He limped over to the group, "Ey, you lot havin' a bit 'o a pest problem?" He asked, trying not to think about his injury.

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"You're bleeding..." Bohdana noticed a man hobbling toward them while her uncle dealt with damage control, she stepped toward Xaverius, "I have medical supplies. You need some?"

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"Eh.. this? One 'o those little red buggers bit me. Thanks for your kindness, and yeah, a bandage should do just fine." He replied, using his bandana to wipe his leg.

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Bohdana searched through her pack and found a newly purchased bandage, holding it out to him with reserved kindness--as if it were her duty to do so, "I think the Salamands are all gone. They got me too, not as bad as you though..." she glanced out toward the mess of the bazaar, "Too bad about the festival."

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Uncle Andle finished his mug of beer as Uluru was suddenly downed violently - a targeted hit.

"Well, damage done at least those responsible are put away," Andle sighed, watching with a smile as Boh helped a traveller out. "Regardless welcome to Dol-Duna," He said, turning to the rest of the group present as the crowds of bazaar began to pass by again, the scene with the salamands finished and done. "I don't know if you've ever been but... there's a lot to do. If you need any crystals I'm your man, Iconic Andle... just don't buy into any new gimmicks," Andle paused, as though remember a dark part of his past. "...And don't go to any Nomad tents, from what I heard the Naima clan is in town... they can be... dangerous."

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"Yeah... hopfully they can keep the show rollin'." He took the bandage from her and wrapped it around his wound, tucking the end in so it wouldn't fall out. "Thank you, I'm Xaverius Rusten, wanderer and scavanger." He held out his hand to shake with Bohdana.

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"Bohdana Yātrī," Boh took his hand with a stiff shake, nodding her head to Andle, "That there's me uncle. If you need any Taqa's he's your man to trade with. Are you a nomad as well, then? Only I noticed you called yourself a wanderer..."

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"Yup. Never could get into the whole clan thing, kinda seemed limiting on where I could go. I left my parents when I was 18, and now I'm here at 40, makin' my name where I can." He said, trying to rub the blood off his bandana with his sleeve.

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Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Dustin vel Iz'Raphel Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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Uluru brushed himself off, glancing over at Dustin. "Thanks for that," he noted wryly. "Might not want to hold onto that for too long...they tend to heat up," he pointed out as the salamand began to shake intensely.

He then turned to Andle, scratching the back of his head. "Dangerous? Why's that. Was hoping to visit some of the Nomad huts myself..."

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Andle stared at Uluru, a glint in his eyes. "You have anything sacred? Any... beliefs?"

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"Oh wow, that's cool!" Bohdana grinned, "We don't meet so many clanless these days. You travel on your own then? Must be hard. It's only me 'n my uncle but we have friends in all corners of the Sea, so that's something."

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"Some, yes," Uluru responded vaguely. "What does that matter?"

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Andle nodded and smiled. "The Nomads will change them." There was something sinister in his words.

He glanced over the group and nodded. "Well, glad to be of help," He gave a slight wave before stepping over to his niece.

"Uncle Andle himself," Uncle Andle introduced to the man. "Boh, who's your friend?"

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"It can get pretty tough, but I manage. Guess I should be thankfull that my body retains fat so well, don't really need to worry about starvation, and gives me some slight protection, didn't seem too effective on that salamand though." He chuckled. "And I'm Xaverius Rusten, pleasure to meet you!"

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Bohdana grinned at Xaverius, about to reply before her uncle joined them from behind her. Boh looked over her shoulder at Andle, "He's a clanless, like us!" she turned back to Rusten, "From where did you travel to get here? Did you come across the sandsnake eastern migration by any chance? We got word from the north that it came early this year so we did a detour, came up from the south. Took us a few days later to arrive, but we got here in time."

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"I came in from the east, did a bit of scavenging then headed into town. Traded a gizmo I found for a roll 'o tape. Had a drink at the bar, got bit by a salamand, and now I'm here." He responded.

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Thessir could hear the man talking to him. He could also hear the sounds of general commotion outside. His mind was not with those events at that time. He was enthralled with his work, examining the crystal for flaws. He was also looking at the shape, determining just how exactly the gem should be cut and fit. While useless now the gem held great potential. This was no mere taqa crystal.

Alas it seemed the general chaos outside was not going to let up. Sidling a strap of his bag off one of his shoulders he swung it over and set his tools along with the gem inside. With those packed away he downed what water was left and rose from his seat. He ventured over to the doorway, close enough to see but not close enough to be too exposed to the light.


From what he could see what commotion there had been was resolved. There were many eccentric figured talking including the one he had sort of spoken with at the bar. He listened in on what was being said, following the talking at he stood safely tucked away in the tolerable shade of the indoors. He gave a sigh, annoyed with the sun's habit of taking it's time going down.

"I shouldn't be awake." He spoke mostly to himself in a low mumble. His dark, tired eyes peered into the scene ahead. At this point he was just killing time until the sun left. The night was the real time for him. A time to search for some leads towards the ancient cities he's heard about in his time among the outlanders.

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Character Portrait: Jake "Honō no ko" Character Portrait: Uluru Character Portrait: Bohdana Yātrī Character Portrait: Whisper Character Portrait: Sören Ahlgren Character Portrait: Tetra Malgore Character Portrait: Musa Grazing Bull Character Portrait: Xaverius Rusten Character Portrait: Aisha 'Ai' Abdul'la Character Portrait: Thessir Character Portrait: Avari Character Portrait: Ka'Wa Jekund

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As soon as Sören laid eyes on the small woman he knew she was a religious person. Her clothing, combined simply with the air about her, and the way she spoke to him, made him think of the mystics of his own clan. In the spring they would remove their heavy fur and hide coats and cloaks in favor of lighter clothing, in brighter colors. They would build a great pyre, sacrifice a stag, and dance around, singing and chanting about the gods who sleep all around. Once the pyre died down they would retrieve the antlers of the stag and they would be broken down, and the best piece would be used to craft the handle for the blade which would be used for the next sacrifice.

Sören could almost smell the smoke of the pyre and had to shake his head a bit to clear his mind. Lowering his head a bit he listened to the young woman before him. When she claimed that he was a man of great virtue, he blushed slightly, but thankfully his cloak would hide this from anyone looking his way. It wouldn't do for people to see such a large figure displaying such emotions. Or so he had been raised to believe.

"I do not know if he is here this year, but I know of a metalsmith. He holds a stall near my own space, across the center of the village." As Sören says this, he turns to look in that direction, frowning when he finds that a crowd has formed there. Being so tall he is able to see over most of the heads, and catches a few glimpses of those small red creatures being dispatched in one form or another. The people have gathered around to watch, and within the clearing, which seems to already be dispersing, Sören can see several out of place figures. "It seems those tiny red creatures caused more of a disturbance than I thought them capable of." Turning back to face the woman he says, "In any case, I can lead you to where the metalsmith was last year. Perhaps he can help you."

Before Sören can say anything more, Duneyrr nudges him in the small of the back, beneath the back he carries, making sure to hit his body rather than the spear slung across his back. When Sören turns to look at the white stag, Duneyrr tilts his head, then opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.

"Very well, we shall hurry along then." Turning back to the woman Sören explains, "Duneyrr is thirsty and would like a drink of water soon. If you would, please follow me."

With that the northman begins to lead his stag towards the gathering of people, hoping that they will be kind enough to part for him and his wagon. It is too big a craft to travel down any of the smaller side streets, and with Duneyrr thirsty he would like to move along without further incident.

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Uncle Andle smiled at Rusten and gave a nod. "Well I've gotta go back to business - summer bazaar don't last forever." He glanced over at Boh. "And you young lady have more errands to run... while everyone's enjoyin' the festival we still got salvage to run, crystals to trade - hopin' to make our travels safer with a magnet rifle or something of the like."

Suddenly a massive smash was heard, screaming accompanying it. Past the centre row of stalls on the other side of the main-street a man in scraggily black clothing was breaking wares, yelling as a trio of guards surrounded him. "Of course, more trouble - always seems to happen when you bring the clans together," Andle sighed as they watched the scene through the stalls.

The man, brown-haired, bloodied, and very sandy, backed away from the approaching guards. "Don't come here!" He yelled, grabbing a vase off a stand and pelting it at the guard's feet. "I will PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE, alright? Don't come here! I swear, I will, this is PROLOGUE: RAGE." The traveller had crazy green eyes, and his voice was deep and rumbling - though not at all collected. "Leave me alone!"

"We recognize your uniform, that insignia on your boots," One of the three guards said. "Wetlander."

The brown-haired man responded by grabbing an apple and throwing it in the guard's face before attempting to run through the stalls "I'm looking for the Naima Nomads! I'M LOOKING FOR THE NOMAD CLA-" A trader was quick to respond to his yelling, punching him in the nose. The Wetlander let out a scream as suddenly a guard's chain flung forward and wrapped itself around his neck, yanking him back onto the ground. The guards began to pull the chain back, dragging the man through the sandy streets toward them as the crowds watched.

"Wetlander?" Andle frowned. The clans did not know much about the Wetlands - other than they had a lot of water, and the Qafar didn't. That alone was reason to hate them.

"It's alright, citizens," One of the three Dol-Duna guards said, wiping the dirt off on his bone-armour and raising his hands to the crowd. "This Wetlander is of no threat. Dol-Duna is safe!"

The crowd surrounding the scene spoke among themselves, many booing and calling out. "Ow, I HATE YOU!" The man screamed, the guards pulling him up and shackling his hands. Some members the crowd began to throw rotten fruit at his form.

Andle rose an eyebrow. "Don't be going near that crowd, Boh," He muttered wearily. "I have a bad feeling."