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Xavier Howlett

"You're just another lost soul about to be mine again."

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a character in “Secrets Of Bear Point”, originally authored by Wolf's Bane109, as played by RolePlayGateway




Xavier Howlett

Inside The Fire | Disturbed
Hallucinations | Pvris
No Mercy | Pvris

"If you're going to make it hurt, show me no mercy."


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Xavier Josiah Andrew Howlett

N I C K N A M E (S)
Xavier | By Everyone
The Demon King | Olden Times Name
Josi | Was a childhood nickname used only by his mother

October 29th

Was turned when he was 34 | But is 434 years old in actuallity

The Vampire Lord | Main Antagonist


50% Scottish | 50% British | Minor accent

Edinburgh, Scotland



Xavier is certainly one for a sense of style or fancy clothing, as he is always one to be found dressed in suits of an array of color, usually leaning more towards darker colors like black, dark grays, maroons or dark blues. It doesn't matter the occasion or time, he will always be found dressed in the best way he knows how, since over the years times has changed as did styles of clothing, and Xavier has been one that learned how to adapt with change. When the occasion arises for a special ocassion he will choose to opt for what he considers his fancy set of suits, with small patterns or designs, with emblems of gold or silver colors. His hair is usually always slicked back or to the side if he is feeling more formal than laxed, and on the rare occasion, he will simply have his hair tousled until he is comfortable with how his hair looks, and he is usually seen with a pair of black sunglasses, whether wearing them or having them hanging from his shirt they are always by his side as he has a strong aversion to sunlight due to the color of his eyes as well as his genuine dislike for anything overbearingly bright.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'1", 165lbs

Xavier is almost a cliche. Tall, dark, mysterious, unrightfully handsome and charming, a chiseled jawline and sharply formed face, but yet something about his appearance is oddly charming and welcoming. At first glance, he comes across as the ideal family man, kind-looking face but with enough intimidation to not draw any unwanted attention, but Xavier has a dark side. Aside from his dark colored hair that is always slicked back or tousled, along with his dark, almost black colored eyes, unless seen in direct sunlight they appear to be a dark blood red color, his smile is something some can see of comfort, but for the majority it is seen as something to be feared for as he only ever truly smiles when something amuses him. But little do people know the true macabre reasoning behind such an innocent and contagious smile when the reality is seen through his charming facade, any and all looks from him cause a shiver to go down one's spine and almost feel cold as his true nature emerges one can see nothing but dead shark eyes looking back into their very soul..


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| Expensive and fancy things, as he is a collector of old and modern things all alike, his residence is filled with things he has collected over the hundreds of years he has existed as a way to not entirely forget history | Playing and using people to his own designs, as Xavier is a master manipulator he finds it all too easily to control someone else's mind | Driving human "cattle" to insanity, as watching any human slowly dip into insanity is one of the few things that still bring him even an ounce of pleasure in any shape or form | Watching the chaotic and often bloody spectacle resulting from the former, as it not only usually ends in a bloodbath, but the scene of a human's life going out infront of his and his Coven's eyes more often than not ends in a feast for them | The idea of his brother or some one of innocence ending his existence, as his current "life" is only a constant reminder of his pained existance |

| Himself and his Immortality, as some can see it as a blessing, Xavier has seen it as nothing else other than a curse and he wishes that one day his immortal and pained existence could come to a much-awaited end | Moral and self-righteous people, as his view on morals and anything of the like have long since gone dark and almost existent, as well as those kinds of people wear on his patience faster than any other people | Dirt and hard work, as long as he has been in existence, any form of physical exertion has caused him to grow tired, but not saying that he is lazy or above it. If he finds it important enough he'll use his own hands to get the job done, it's just that simple things bore him all too easily | Being bored and uninteresting "toys", as it's become hard for anything to hold his attention and amuse him long enough before he goes out to find another "toy" to entertain him | His birthday, as it was the day that his life was not only torn away from him, but was also the day he was betrayed by the love of his life |


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Xavier naturally has a healthy respect for a Lycan's ability to quite easily tear a vampire limb from limb, an acknowledgment of blood ties with his brother. Otherwise, most people escape his notice until he finds them to be interesting. He is a man wracked by the pain of a life that one can never learn to love. When human he had been a hardworking and loving man, that all changed after the love of his life brought an end to his very life. Since then, most emotions and morals have faded from his person...part of the "gift" he was so generously given. In the shell of the man, he once was is a hateful creature addicted to excess and vices of all forms. Despite having always been a people person, he's since become supremely manipulative.

His greatest pleasure comes in the form of ending the life of another. However, lately, even that pleasure has begun to fade regardless of whether he's particularly cruel, clean or whatever. In its place, he's developed one last game- getting others to kill and act out for him. He views the spectacle in something resembling a power trip but crossed with the same manner one would use to watch a particularly interesting television show. In his eyes, life has long since lost its meaning and he hopes that his own existence will be destroyed before this game of his loses its luster. Deep down Xavier is simply a man filled with self-hatred and loathing, always on the verge of breaking and lashing out into a fit of rage. In simplest terms, he is just waiting until the day he meets someone that is truly worthy to end his otherwise meaningless life and can finally find the peace he has so longed after for..


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Over the years Xavier has forgotten who his mortal family consisted of, other than his damned brother that is only a lingering and constant reminder of his own mortality, who he hasn't talked to or seen in the past few hundred years. But what he would consider the closest thing to being a family is the ever-growing Coven he has formed over the past few hundred years. He has a small semblance of normality, and that is his relationship with Lilianna, who he had married what seemed like an eternity ago, what was once a loving and caring relationship, has now dwindled into an estranged relationship between the two. Albeit they both still do hold deep and genuine feelings for each other, Xavier's literal and metaphorical hold on her is what's keeping her from leaving him and the Coven, that and how he has threatened her on numerous occasions, that if she were to leave he would have her precious humans slaughtered in front of her very eyes.

Aside from Lilianna, his "family" is really only Luke and Nicholas, however, estranged they are in turn to him, he has given them full and utter liberty to a certain extent for how they may go out and what they do. He views them as if they were his own children in a rather macabre and dark way and he has his full trust in them, even if Nicholas is on a very short leash and he is having second thoughts on his trust with Nicholas, as well as questioning Luke's loyalty to his as his relationship has become somewhat scarce in the past few decades, feeling as though Luke is slowly slipping through his fingers and he is now keeping an eye on the two as he isn't sure if their loyalty is fully devoted to him as they say...



Much of Xavier's past has been left up for debate whether what is known is true or simply a myth, but what people do know for certain is that the rumors of what he has become are true. Of how once of a man of simple birth, a man that lived a simple and good life for others, someone that everyone could rely on for him to always be there for them, but then something happened as if a switch as flipped that would change his life and everyone else's that came into contact with the man.

Xavier was born ten minutes before his younger twin brother, Alexander, in 1585, in Edinburg, Scotland. Both of their parents were of lower-class citizens who lived a humble life in the center of the city, meaning while they were lower class citizens the boys were able to live a rather lavished and fortunate life. Things were good for the family as they were a tightly knit family, with two supportive parents the boys were fortunate enough to be able to live a life of being carefree as well as being hard-working men. For years the brothers were close, if anyone saw one of them, the other was not far behind the other. They were close, a little too close some would say as from an early age if one had gotten into trouble, the other would do whatever they could to make sure the other got out of it. But as years passed and things changed, so the two of them. Once a bond that was so close which others thought could never be broken began to come undone when the brothers were in their mid-thirties.

The brothers relationship had been slowly growing more and more distant as the years had passed, but things had taken a turn for the worst when Xavier had fallen in love with a woman of the name Victoria McDowell, who he was fully and completely infatuated with in every way. He was even described by his parents as being head over heels in love with her, seeming as though he had stronger feelings for her than she possibly could for him. It wasn't saying she hadn't loved him, she did, but it wasn't for the same reasons he had loved her. To him, she was perfect in every way, and he practically worshipped the ground she walked on. Whenever she needed anything, Xavier was there for her, more or less he wore his heart on his sleeve for this girl and he wasn't going to do anything to stop it.

That was until the year of 1619. Xavier had made up his mind for how he felt for the woman of his dreams and was going to purpose to her on his thirty-fourth birthday when his life would change forever. That evening Xavier had surprised her at her house with his heart on his sleeve, flowers, and a ring in his pocket. He waited patiently for her, but when she didn't come to see him he began to grow anxious and when he went to see what had happened he found her with someone else, talking about Xavier and how she had been using him this entire time for money and information. He was devastated and in the conflict that followed when he confronted them, he had been fatally wounded by none other than Victoria. The two made their escape when they realized what they had done, leaving Xaver to bleed out on the floor as his heart was broken and had been lied to and led on for years. It was then that he had met someone that had offered him a second chance, to not only be immortal but to get revenge on the people that had taken his life away from him.

Xavier accepted the offer and was forever changed into a vampire, leaving his human life behind him as he hunted down the two that had him killed to cover up their tracks. Once he finally did he killed the two with no mercy, almost relishing in the moment of bloodshed of humans, something he used to be. But the feeling of power and the rush it gave him was more than what he ever imagined, and as the years passed by he slowly gathered more and more members into his small Coven. He forgot about his life and his family, having small reunions with his brother every now and then, but those soon stopped as well as he left Edinburgh and moved far from his homeland, searching for more people all around the world, searching for more people to join him, which he slowly amassed a large member of vampires and even a few Lycans that thought his cause was just and noble. Time slowly ticked by and Xavier found himself falling for another woman, this time she was a vampire-like himself, not only that but she managed to soften his heart again, but by only so much. Their relationship has slowly started to feel like they've been walking on eggshells as of late, especially with his slowly growing cold tolerance of the people in Bear Point he is easily one step away from making the humans of this small town his next target, as he would make Lianna watch as her humans were slaughtered mercilessly infront of her very eyes, but for Xavier he is just hoping that someone will be able to finally put him down for good as he is starting to grow bored of his every day life...


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Married to Lilianna, even though it has become estranged and detached throughout the years..

Aside from standard vampiric abilities, Xavier has one that stands out in particular.
Hallucinations, or in other words, Hypnotic Suggestion: Xavier has the ability to influence peoples thoughts and emotions through his voice and to a willing participant he can even mess with matters such as their memories and senses. While he can't do something as blatant as order someone to kill someone else or conjure a hallucination in broad daylight. He is more than capable of convincing someone that killing someone they don't like or talk them into "seeing" what they wish or fear to see in a dark area are well within his capabilities.

| His skill in human persuasion and how easy it is to take over the mind of those weak enough, especially if they show weakness for another person | His ability to easily read someone's mind and thoughts, even without having to be able to read minds in the literal sense, Xavier is able to tell what someone is thinking simply by their body language and speech patterns, a skill he picked up for how many years he has been alive |

| His ability and fluidity with his speech and how easy it is for him to trick even the strongest of minded people with the swiftest ease and smallest words | His knowledge of the human condition and how easy it is to break the human mind, with or without special abilities | The fact that he can easily come across as innocent and kind, to simply flip a switch and show what kind of monster he truly is |

| The constant and nagging reminder of his own mortality that is always there at the back of his mind | The fear of Lilianna leaving him, as he is the one thing keeping him as grounded as he is | The fact that he truly doesn't want to live anymore, implying that he does indeed suffer from depression and has on the occasion in the past tried to end his life countless times, to no avail | How quick to anger and blood lust he is, always being one string away from marching out of his abode and slaughtering the humans that reside out of the four walls |


So begins...

Xavier Howlett's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jordan Ley'co Character Portrait: Xavier Howlett Character Portrait: Sarah Ley'co Character Portrait: Madison Pines Character Portrait: Guinevere Addington Character Portrait: Matthew Montgomery Character Portrait: Lyra Howlett Character Portrait: Tommy Liles Character Portrait: Emma Pines Character Portrait: Tobias Maduch Character Portrait: Alexander Howlett Character Portrait: Lianna Howlett Character Portrait: Nicholas Anders Character Portrait: Luke Sayer Character Portrait: Logan Pines
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Arc One: Awakening

March 27th: Three days before gradutation

All was quiet and peacefull. Too peaceful even, in the small port town known as Bear Point. The animals were communing with each other with small chirps, howls, yips, and barks as nature took its course. Everything was as normal as anyone would otherwise think, except for what had happened during the night unknown to all the people that lived there.

In a small, gray two-story house. Three figures were going about their daily lives behind the closed door of the house. An older man sat in one of the chairs at the table. One of the others was somewhere around the house, doing who knows what as he pleased, meanwhile there was one more who was occupying the living quarters with the older man. The older man casually flipped through the newspaper of what would be the quintessential definition of "normal" in the Bear Point area. Like most places it had a rather elegantly done colonial design and was rather distant from most neighbors given the low populace. He was currently sitting at the breakfast table, looking very much like the image of the model husband himself. He was a tall, strong-built man, with short, raven black hair, and just as equally dark maroon eyes. His jaw was finely and perfectly chiseled, his skin smooth and fair, making him in many people's opinion, the epitome of handsome.

"Nearly a dozen disappearances within the past month...such a tragic affair, they must find the people responsible for this, don't you agree?" he asked with a deep, yet calming voice.

The man finally discarded the newspaper, revealing his eyes which were currently blood-red in shade-the sclera which was normally white for most people was black in appearance. This wasn't due to contacts but it was simply a byproduct of him using his vampiric powers. The question was addressed to the only remaining occupants of the house aside from himself, mainly one of his comrades and the woman who would most likely be having a normal breakfast at this time without their timely intervention.

"Granted I believe as of now they are three short courtesy of our own little artist here." Xavier winked at the blushing woman in question.

The woman couldn't exactly be considered ugly or attractive, but she clearly had a battered look about her. In particular, the vacant look in her eyes due to his influence was her predominant feature. The night before, he'd rather selfishly convinced the woman into murdering her husband. In an effort to build the young woman's dreams of being an artist, he had her practice by 'sculpting' with the bodies of her two children. In his honest opinion, she had artistic talent, but she simply had no originality...and had just lost her 'new toy' feel to him all too soon, which was rather disappointing as he only just started to have fun with her.

"Nicholas...feel free to have your fun...I have certainly had mine, and greatly appreciate you indulging in my new game." The vampire's eyes reverted to their human appearance as he ceased using his ability, blinking a few times as his eyes slowly returned to their normal blood red color.

He understood the younger vampire's murderous inclination and often enjoyed indulging in it. Nicholas was by far one of the most talented killers he'd encountered in the past century and Xavier enjoyed watching a man at work. However, this time around he was more intent upon his next move than fully observing what would come next. Nicholas was on the more smaller frame, tall but not as strong looking in appearance. He had more of boyish features, regardless of his actual age. His hair was dark brown, just barely a few inches in length as he prefered to keep it short. His skin was also fair and flawless, aside from a scar over his right eyes, which were too a dark maroon color.

Nicholas himself was at that moment in the morning eating toast, with a light spreading of butter and strawberry jam. Yes he was fully aware that he was playing into the stereotype, but frankly he did not care and was half-way through eating the pastry treat when his master, Xavier, placed down the newspaper he was reading and asked a question that Nicholas only really caught the end of, as he was busy attempting to catch a loose glob of jam from the opposite end of the toast with his tongue.

"-Do you not agree?"

Nicholas paused with the jam on the end of his tongue and still partly attached to the toast before replying. "Well-" He began, before swallowing his mouthful of food and starting his sentence again. "Well, I know for a fact that at least one of those disappearances was me...Maybe two." He looked slightly sheepish as if it were some great crime, which frankly amongst Vampires, it wasn't. Again he fazed out, back into the world of simple food when he heard Xavier speak up again.

"Nicholas, feel free to have your fun." That was all the signal he needed really and already had a plan in motion.

He calmly placed the half-eaten piece of toast onto the plate and stood up, pushing his chair in and casually strolling around the table to the now blinking and confused artist, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and when she looked up at his young and caring face, he gave her a large and manic grin, long fangs clearly visible. In one smooth motion his hand twisted her out of her chair and onto the dining table, making sure to miss the remains of his breakfast, his hand flashed for a moment and in his hand was one his daggers, which he plunged into the poor woman's sternum, swiftly removing it again in one sharp motion, releasing a crescent of blood into the air, the scent of which he breathed in deeply with a small moan of pleasure escaping his lips. He then grew tired of the simple thought of simply reducing the woman to little more than shreds and with one hand lifted her onto her feet, before throwing her at one of the walls, rather high up as well, and then grabbing the largest candlesticks that was on the table, which he threw like a javelin at the woman, impaling her onto the wall, all of which happened in a matter of seconds, and left the poor woman to slowly bleed to death as the light slowly faded from her eyes.

Nicholas himself picked up a wine glass and strolled under the woman, catching the droplets of blood in the cup before stepping back. "Perhaps not my most refined work. But it has a certain, se setir a lui, what do you think, My Master?" His accent had all but faded from his voice, other than when he actually spoke, and like any German, he couldn't resist drinking a fine 'wine' and being complimented on his handiwork.

Xavier couldn't help the phantom of a smile that formed on his face when Nicholas asked his question. The indirect joke that they weren't the ones entirely responsible (well actually they were) for the recent human casualties also dawned on him at this point.

"A lovely kinetic aesthetic, the shift between efficient, to vicious, brutal, and then to class was seamlessly executed...Shame any further viewers will not understand that. However, in exchange, they get left with the intrigue of how the spectacle came to be." he spoke as he stroked his clean-shaven face for a moment as he mused over the spectacle once more.

After a moment of pause, he then spoke up again. "But yes, tis not your best work." he said rather simply

Having given his opinion on the matter, Xavier rose from his seat. The human cattle were getting up and about which made their sticking around this long slightly more likely for someone to actually see something. He didn't exactly care whether or not they were spotted if fact it'd just make the game more interesting. But that didn't mean he was willing to take risks without caution or care...centuries of life demands a certain level of paranoia.

"Pray tell Nicholas, shall we return home and sleep like the dead, or is now a good time to prowl about?" He was adept at social encounters, however, at times such as this, he had no issue allowing someone else's judgment.

He listened to Xavier's words, this was generally along the lines of praise that Nicholas had been expecting, of course, he took pride in his rather morbid art-work but then again he did go through slightly more effort than any canvas painter or would-be writer, as he wasn't as much of a fan of art as one of the other Coven members. He sat on the edge of the table to enjoy the dripping and still alive, albeit unconscious, artwork he had set up, he considered taking it down but then it would lose its...The edge he felt. He felt behind him, tapping on the table a few times until he finally managed to find the plate of the pastries, well what was left of them at any rate, and tucked back into them, taking sips of blood after every bite or so.

It took him a moment that there was dawn sunlight coming through a crack in the curtains, he eyed it suspiciously, it was not often that it would be a very sunny day but it seemed the normal man or woman or... Vampire on the street had lucked out today. He was drawn out of his daydreaming about sunlight and why he was running out of jam on pastry by Xavier asking him another question, 'He must be in a good mood today' he thought to himself.

He looked up from the last of his breakfast, both red and brown, then over to Xavier, then over to the window, then back to his food then finally back to his master. His first answer was a shrug and a wordless murmur that basically translated to 'I don't know' He finished the last of his food, placed the glass back down then spun around on his heels so that he could take in the whole room before making a more calculated decision. "Personally. I would like to go on the prowl, as my lust for blood has risen and I feel that something should be done about it. Maybe we could descend upon the local clinic or even the docks? Those always tend to get in good with the media around here." He nodded to the newspaper that Xavier had been previously reading.

"Either way, My Lord. I desire blood. And I think Luke does as well." Here in a quick fit of anger passed over him, and he booted the edge of the table, sending it crashing over to one side, plate and glass flying through the air to come to a rather sudden stop and looked at the newspaper, "When am I going to be able to get a good deal of slaughter around this damned empty town?!" he questioned angrily, but not loud enough to cause any unwanted attention.

He paused for a moment and breathed deeply which calmed himself rather well. "Of course it is your decision in the end. But that is just my opinion." he said rather coldly as he took a moment to calm himself down.

Xavier couldn't help but flash a smile at the honest reply from his associate. He'd seen wholesale slaughter before, and he'd be lying if he denied any fascination. However, there was one thought that came to them from when such an impulse reared its ugly head. "A poor Lord I would be for killing all the cattle in my territory. Perhaps a visit towards another holding this decade, not my cattle, not my subjects, not my problem." He answered much in the manner one would remark about the weather.

The fact that he'd only be able to gain by weakening one of his peers only made the thought more appealing-even if he no longer wished to continue the macabre dance of his kind.

"Tempting though it is to stop by a clinic, I do believe these days some paperwork is required." His lips curled at the idea of having to conform to such a lowly measure. After all, vampirically speaking he was essentially royalty. In Nova Scotia, there was no doubt that he was the eldest vampire, and on the North American continent, he knew of less than a dozen vampires that could claim four centuries of life. To say the least, it annoyed him to have to follow rules created by his 'cattle'

"Prowl if you like, short of a breach of the Six Traditions. I shall seek Torpor until this evening." Xavier finally recognized his use of older vampiric terms.

Torpor for one referring to his kinds deathlike imitation of sleep, it wasn't necessary but it conserved energy and allowed fantasy and memory to blend into something between a dream and a nightmare. As for the Six Traditions, those were once the ironclad laws of the vampire race concerning: Secrecy, Absolution of Dominion, the Right to Sire, Managing Progeny, Hospitality, and Destroying Fellow Vampires. With that Xavier lazily waltzed towards the door, but stopped to make one announcement.

"Actually, short of the Fifth (Hospitality) feel free to manage any potential complaints as my proxy. Any vagabond that dares to enter my realm without presenting themselves unto me, I shall punish them personally. Should you get the urge, I'll allow you two more of my herd. Two, and two alone, Nicholas. One for each of you. Lest I remind you..." he said, with a rather deep and almost guttural tone, far more so than usual.

Nicholas would have, if he was not restrained by his loyalty to his lord, would have more likely than not already have torn off, attempting to coat the streets of Bear Point in blood, literally painting the town red. As it was, Xavier's words of restraint managed to actually have some effect on the sadistic Vampire. Even though the mention of only one slaughter in a decade gave him no small sense of disappointment, he missed the 40's, he could get away with large amounts of murder then and hardly anybody gave it a second thought... For a few years at least.

He was aware that he was being given a small amount of freedom on his leash here. He gave a theatrical bow as his master walked out of the room, and gave it one last look over, 'perhaps simple murder shall have to substitute for slaughter, it would seem that I shall have to make due with the drippings then' Nicholas thought to himself and sighed with mock depression before himself exiting the building, and taking in a draught of crisp morning air. He wouldn't indulge his lust for bloodshed just yet, he was aware that he was given only a small lease to fill his gut for killing, so he would reserve them for any...Interlopers that were meddling in his lord's affairs. After all, until the evening he was acting not just as his right hand but now fully in his stead. There were some benefits to being the Vampire lords confidante.

As time had passed after Nicholas, and Xavier had abandoned the recent murder victims house, leaving Luke to do whatever it is that he wished, time had passed for the rest of the people in Bear Point. It was around noon on a Friday morning by now, as life in Bear Point had sprung to life, albeit not very many people spent their days in the small port town. And if they did, it was the locals as many people went out of town half the time, leaving it rather empty aside from the few that didn't exactly hate this reclused town tucked away on the coast of Canada.