Post by XAVIER LINDEN OLLIVANDER on Feb 25, 2014 13:37:59 GMT -5
xavier linden ollivander
CANON OR ORIGINAL: Canon
AGE: Fifteen (March 3rd)
FACE CLAIM: Cameron Monaghan
YEAR: Fifth
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION: N/A for Hogwarts students
BLOOD TYPE: Halfblood
WAND TYPE: 11 3/4'' - Dragon Heartstring - Coastal Redwood
PETS: N/A
ABILITIES: An Eighth Veela - This is something he just doesn't seem to notice. Most his life has seemed to be bad luck with small sparks of good. His mother has passed this down to him, and he just feels like it's a wasted slot. Maybe some day things will change for him -- Which it did. His being Veela can only explain his certain.... talents he's acquired since his start at Hogwarts. He's had them his whole life (Music) but he never seemed to notice them till Hogwarts.
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I never knew, I never knew that everything was falling through Xavier was born on March 3rd, just two years after his sisters. He was the youngest Ollivander boy. A family known for taking to the time to aid each new Witch or Wizard in obtaining a wand. More like aiding the wands they make in selecting a Witch or Wizard, am I right? 
Growing up for little Xavier wasn't exactly heaven on Earth, in fact it was far from it. He grew up clumsy and had a very decisive behavior that he would be keeping late into his twenties. He can't ever decide on anything. It wasn't like he couldn't make up his mind, it just takes him forever! We are talking like... thirty minutes to decide if he wants to wear his blue sweater or his red hoodie, and that is just an example.
He is always breaking things, being a pain to his sisters, and discovering new ways to injure himself. He is just a walking accident trailed by bad luck, but with a charismatic look and warm-hearted intentions. As for Metias, Xavier looked up to him. He was the big brother that Xavier saw as a role model. He made things lighter on him by providing protection from his sister's grasps from being irritated. Though, that wasn't always the case, he was there for Xavier when he needed him.
The one thing he had that made him feel anything other than a clumsy brat with red hair was his music. He is very musically inclined, and at a young age he picked up the Piano, Guitar, Harmonica, and Violin. He hasn't ever written music, but he loves to play and tends to find himself using that to ease his mind and calm his soul. He really finds peace and gracefulness through his music.
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue As he got older, he noticed a few things. His siblings seemed to be more and more graceful than he. Not only was he the spitting image of Metias, but his parents and other siblings would often say they could have been twins. Minus a foot or two in height and the childlike nature of Xavier's face, but that would prove meaningless as he got older and resembled his brother in so many ways.
He also knew he was quite different from his bold and outgoing brother. Xavier was more reserved, and wouldn't be finding himself running after the ladies, like Metias. He would be a heartbreaker, that's for sure. Though, he would be more adventurous and happy around other guys.
His letter came. He was so excited, but of course, he lost it and his parents had to go off of memory as to what to get him. Always losing things, breaking things, tripping over things, that one. But still, he finally made it to the train ride. He was too excited to actually care to meet and greet anyone, he said hi in passing but really kept to himself.
Of course, that all changed once his first year actually began. He met some really cool people, but no one ever stayed too long. His assortment into Ravenclaw, he felt like he was cheating the system. His was very clumsy, and many people wrote him off as an inspired and energetic dimwit. That just wasn't the case. In fact, he could look at an Arithmancy problem sheet and do it in his head in a matter of minutes. He could take a potions list once and never forget it.
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth He was finally coming into the Veela part of him. He didn't receive any kind of luck in terms of gracefulness, or friends. He received a very good set of mental skills though. Photographic and eidetic memory, genius level deductive reasoning, and a very charming look. That, of course, was hidden behind his trips and falls, breaking of vases and other things, and of course his constant disregard for his own life. Not that he's ever put himself in danger, but he is always cutting himself, bruising his legs, or something like that.
Of course, his intelligence would be friendless, and the only people he could really talk to were his siblings in Ravenclaw. Metais and Xarrah. They were his only friends while at school, but at home he did talk to Xochilt. He and her had an odd relationship. He irritated her more than anyone else, and she of course was just mean back. But they did love each other.
Let's rearrange - I wish you were a stranger I could disengage As he moved into his second year, things were just being put off, and Xavier didn't know what to do. His siblings weren't around much, and Metias was on the way to graduation. His relationship with his sisters was anything to be proud of. Sure, they looked out for him, but he was becoming a loner pretty fast. On vacations from school, he would spend them in his room or at the Wand shop with his six string.
And suddenly I become a part of your past - I'm becoming the part that don't last He began to fade from family and House events. He started losing interest in his not so challenging courses at Hogwarts. He carried out his second year with ease, just trying not to get left behind. Though he started not to care. Things were just too simple and he didn't really have anyone to lean on. He could try, but his sisters were dealing with their soon to be adults phase, and Metias was finishing out his seventh year. At the end of the year, the siblings returned home, just as normal, but Xavier wasn't his chipper self.
His instruments remained boxed, his life became nothing but a mere hello that was continually obtaining dust. He woke, showered, and lived his days wishing he was just a few years older. Even one could deem it enough for him to be closer to his sisters. But he was just off. Different from everyone else, would one year really help anything? This was all partly because of how people treated him. Once they knew he was a klutz, people seemed to ignore him. Once they knew how intelligent he really was, people wanted to use him. Things just got out of hand, and he was this shell of what used to be Xavier Linden Ollivander.
He didn't notice if anyone had noticed, because he was just too far into his own thoughts and how he would eventually deal with what was going on.
I'm losing you and it's effortless For the better part of that summer, after second year, Xavier was a loner. Tragedy struck. Xavier went from being Stuck in Neutral, to being an overworked, never breaking, speed freak. He didn't know how he would ever forgive himself for being so ignorant of everyone. His brother was dead. Was there really anything worse?
He life was torn apart by one fatal error. A fatal mistake that put Xavier's mind into a fearful place. His mind began reaching out to thoughts of self harm, and deeper thoughts of how fragile life really was. Anyone could die at any second, and he needed this out of his head. He couldn't shake it. He went into his third year but couldn't find himself anywhere.
His skills weren't as fluent, and his head was always in constant headache. The thoughts of being there without his brother was something he knew he'd have to get used to, but he never imagined the need to get used to not seeing him anymore, at all...
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around The next year wasn't any better. He fought with himself, he fought with losing his mind, and he fought with his sisters. They didn't know the horrors of kids who didn't like you after Metias died. He didn't have friends, he had spiteful jerk classmates. One even mocked him, saying that the world was better off with Met dead.
This was when he REALLY lost it. He pulled his wand and attacked the Snickering Slytherin. He didn't stop. The boy didn't even have a chance to REACH for his wand. He was rushed off to the Hospital Wing, and Xavier was rushed to the Headmaster's office. He was in tears. He felt awful, and he never had this kind of feeling. He felt like he could kill this kid, and those thoughts scared him. Only months prior, he was in a dark place, dark enough to want to end things. These feelings lashed out on another person.
It didn't matter if the other kid deserved it or not, Xavier's mind had become a dark place that he didn't enjoy being in. His parents decided he needed something more. Therapeutic.
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down - I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves The summer before his fifth year, he was finally regaining focus. Those skills of his, even though unpracticed, had been coming back to him. He was slowly returning to Xavier. The Xavier that didn't have friends, but wasn't scared to reach out to his sisters. He was gaining a strong maturity, as well as a physical strength he hadn't ever before.
His reprimand toward the same year Slytherin was to write a formal apology. However, his parents decided to take him to that Slytherin to offer and in person apology. Of course, the Slytherin felt he had no need to apologize, thus started a life long Frenemyship. Though, Xavier would soon find out that this Slytherin was gay and liked Xavier.
Could he forgive him? Could Xavier forget his words without an apology and let his feelings show? (Ryan Daniel Janssen-Final Slytherin-5th year).
And everyone knows I'm in - Over my head He was reaching a point of happiness again... He was playing music, dancing, singing, and being the best him he could possibly be, considering.
He hoped he and his sisters could return their family to normal. Whatever that meant.
---Certain Topics That weren't written---
Favorite Classes - Arithmancy, Potions, DADA, Charms, and Ancient Runes.
Least Favorite Classes - COMC, Herbology.
Clarification--- he is gay.
Aspiration --- Music.
Growing up for little Xavier wasn't exactly heaven on Earth, in fact it was far from it. He grew up clumsy and had a very decisive behavior that he would be keeping late into his twenties. He can't ever decide on anything. It wasn't like he couldn't make up his mind, it just takes him forever! We are talking like... thirty minutes to decide if he wants to wear his blue sweater or his red hoodie, and that is just an example.
He is always breaking things, being a pain to his sisters, and discovering new ways to injure himself. He is just a walking accident trailed by bad luck, but with a charismatic look and warm-hearted intentions. As for Metias, Xavier looked up to him. He was the big brother that Xavier saw as a role model. He made things lighter on him by providing protection from his sister's grasps from being irritated. Though, that wasn't always the case, he was there for Xavier when he needed him.
The one thing he had that made him feel anything other than a clumsy brat with red hair was his music. He is very musically inclined, and at a young age he picked up the Piano, Guitar, Harmonica, and Violin. He hasn't ever written music, but he loves to play and tends to find himself using that to ease his mind and calm his soul. He really finds peace and gracefulness through his music.
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue As he got older, he noticed a few things. His siblings seemed to be more and more graceful than he. Not only was he the spitting image of Metias, but his parents and other siblings would often say they could have been twins. Minus a foot or two in height and the childlike nature of Xavier's face, but that would prove meaningless as he got older and resembled his brother in so many ways.
He also knew he was quite different from his bold and outgoing brother. Xavier was more reserved, and wouldn't be finding himself running after the ladies, like Metias. He would be a heartbreaker, that's for sure. Though, he would be more adventurous and happy around other guys.
His letter came. He was so excited, but of course, he lost it and his parents had to go off of memory as to what to get him. Always losing things, breaking things, tripping over things, that one. But still, he finally made it to the train ride. He was too excited to actually care to meet and greet anyone, he said hi in passing but really kept to himself.
Of course, that all changed once his first year actually began. He met some really cool people, but no one ever stayed too long. His assortment into Ravenclaw, he felt like he was cheating the system. His was very clumsy, and many people wrote him off as an inspired and energetic dimwit. That just wasn't the case. In fact, he could look at an Arithmancy problem sheet and do it in his head in a matter of minutes. He could take a potions list once and never forget it.
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth He was finally coming into the Veela part of him. He didn't receive any kind of luck in terms of gracefulness, or friends. He received a very good set of mental skills though. Photographic and eidetic memory, genius level deductive reasoning, and a very charming look. That, of course, was hidden behind his trips and falls, breaking of vases and other things, and of course his constant disregard for his own life. Not that he's ever put himself in danger, but he is always cutting himself, bruising his legs, or something like that.
Of course, his intelligence would be friendless, and the only people he could really talk to were his siblings in Ravenclaw. Metais and Xarrah. They were his only friends while at school, but at home he did talk to Xochilt. He and her had an odd relationship. He irritated her more than anyone else, and she of course was just mean back. But they did love each other.
Let's rearrange - I wish you were a stranger I could disengage As he moved into his second year, things were just being put off, and Xavier didn't know what to do. His siblings weren't around much, and Metias was on the way to graduation. His relationship with his sisters was anything to be proud of. Sure, they looked out for him, but he was becoming a loner pretty fast. On vacations from school, he would spend them in his room or at the Wand shop with his six string.
And suddenly I become a part of your past - I'm becoming the part that don't last He began to fade from family and House events. He started losing interest in his not so challenging courses at Hogwarts. He carried out his second year with ease, just trying not to get left behind. Though he started not to care. Things were just too simple and he didn't really have anyone to lean on. He could try, but his sisters were dealing with their soon to be adults phase, and Metias was finishing out his seventh year. At the end of the year, the siblings returned home, just as normal, but Xavier wasn't his chipper self.
His instruments remained boxed, his life became nothing but a mere hello that was continually obtaining dust. He woke, showered, and lived his days wishing he was just a few years older. Even one could deem it enough for him to be closer to his sisters. But he was just off. Different from everyone else, would one year really help anything? This was all partly because of how people treated him. Once they knew he was a klutz, people seemed to ignore him. Once they knew how intelligent he really was, people wanted to use him. Things just got out of hand, and he was this shell of what used to be Xavier Linden Ollivander.
He didn't notice if anyone had noticed, because he was just too far into his own thoughts and how he would eventually deal with what was going on.
I'm losing you and it's effortless For the better part of that summer, after second year, Xavier was a loner. Tragedy struck. Xavier went from being Stuck in Neutral, to being an overworked, never breaking, speed freak. He didn't know how he would ever forgive himself for being so ignorant of everyone. His brother was dead. Was there really anything worse?
He life was torn apart by one fatal error. A fatal mistake that put Xavier's mind into a fearful place. His mind began reaching out to thoughts of self harm, and deeper thoughts of how fragile life really was. Anyone could die at any second, and he needed this out of his head. He couldn't shake it. He went into his third year but couldn't find himself anywhere.
His skills weren't as fluent, and his head was always in constant headache. The thoughts of being there without his brother was something he knew he'd have to get used to, but he never imagined the need to get used to not seeing him anymore, at all...
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around The next year wasn't any better. He fought with himself, he fought with losing his mind, and he fought with his sisters. They didn't know the horrors of kids who didn't like you after Metias died. He didn't have friends, he had spiteful jerk classmates. One even mocked him, saying that the world was better off with Met dead.
This was when he REALLY lost it. He pulled his wand and attacked the Snickering Slytherin. He didn't stop. The boy didn't even have a chance to REACH for his wand. He was rushed off to the Hospital Wing, and Xavier was rushed to the Headmaster's office. He was in tears. He felt awful, and he never had this kind of feeling. He felt like he could kill this kid, and those thoughts scared him. Only months prior, he was in a dark place, dark enough to want to end things. These feelings lashed out on another person.
It didn't matter if the other kid deserved it or not, Xavier's mind had become a dark place that he didn't enjoy being in. His parents decided he needed something more. Therapeutic.
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down - I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves The summer before his fifth year, he was finally regaining focus. Those skills of his, even though unpracticed, had been coming back to him. He was slowly returning to Xavier. The Xavier that didn't have friends, but wasn't scared to reach out to his sisters. He was gaining a strong maturity, as well as a physical strength he hadn't ever before.
His reprimand toward the same year Slytherin was to write a formal apology. However, his parents decided to take him to that Slytherin to offer and in person apology. Of course, the Slytherin felt he had no need to apologize, thus started a life long Frenemyship. Though, Xavier would soon find out that this Slytherin was gay and liked Xavier.
Could he forgive him? Could Xavier forget his words without an apology and let his feelings show? (Ryan Daniel Janssen-Final Slytherin-5th year).
And everyone knows I'm in - Over my head He was reaching a point of happiness again... He was playing music, dancing, singing, and being the best him he could possibly be, considering.
He hoped he and his sisters could return their family to normal. Whatever that meant.
---Certain Topics That weren't written---
Favorite Classes - Arithmancy, Potions, DADA, Charms, and Ancient Runes.
Least Favorite Classes - COMC, Herbology.
Clarification--- he is gay.
Aspiration --- Music.
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