C'est pas vrai, Darryl.
Caster, hein? C'était décevant. Pourtant, elle se sentait forte. Il devrait avoir confiance dans ce sentiment.
Darryl a grondé.
"Au cas où vous n'auriez pas remarqué, j'ai été kidnappé et traîné ici par ce connard de prêtre. Il a l'air du genre... » Darryl murmura, retenant tout autre commentaire sur les garçons de l'autel ou les fourgonnettes non marquées. "De toute façon, ma connaissance de la situation est de zilch. Mais j'admets que l'occasion m'excite. Maintenant que je sais que c'est la guerre du Graal, je démange pour commencer. J'ai l'impression d'être sur le point de sauter de ma peau ici. Pour ce qui est des détails...
Il a essayé la clairvoyance dont elle avait parlé. Gardons ça pour plus tard. En ce moment, nous allons entendre ce que la folie a à dire. Je n'aime pas vraiment être coincé dans une pièce à l'étroit avec un tas d'autres Maîtres et Serviteurs, mais ce gars sait quelque chose qu'on ne sait pas, et je n'aime pas ça. Il y a une raison pour qu'il nous amène tous ici, et si je connais des types comme lui, il va nous le dire. J'ai une épée d'Azoth, quelques codes mystiques, et un sac de runes suspendu à ma ceinture. On peut les utiliser pour le distraire, lui et les autres Maîtres une fois qu'il a fini de monologiser.
Il a regardé Caster pour la première fois. Vous avez un moyen de nous sortir d'ici, n'est-ce pas?
Name: Darryl Xavier
Gender: Male
Character Type: Master of Caster
Languages: The Queen's English, goddammit (also Gaelic for reasons)
Affiliation: Clocktower
Height/Weight: 180cm/75kg
Place of Origin: Wales
Personality: A serious yet kind-hearted young man who does everything in his power to help others. Headstrong and sarcastic yet considerate when he needs to be, he gives off the air of a cynic, or a knight in rusty armor. Once he sets his mind to something he will pursue it with almost suicidal abandon simply because that is his principle, and although it's his policy to not stick his nose in other people's business, he will never ignore someone in trouble, even if he can only help in the tiniest of ways (don't expect him to remain quiet about it though; next to reading, griping seems to be his favorite pastime). He enjoys classical English literature, skeetshooting, boxing, and watching the History channel (or he did before it became all about conspiracy theories and aliens).
Bio: Born an otherwise normal magus, Darryl's primary distinguishing feature isn't his bloodline, magecraft, or some sort of special ability tied into a dark and tragic past. Darryl has just, since the day he was born, wanted to be a hero. There was no real reason for it, no catalyst. To Darryl, the idea of heroes who had the overwhelming strength and personality to change the world for the better and make a serious impact on things was intoxicating. These were people who could make a difference, a real difference, who could be saviors and role models to people everywhere. He admired them. Worshipped them, even. He immersed himself in the adventures of heroes both real, fictional, and mythological, determined to one day meet such a hero. But as Darryl grew older and learned more about the world, it didn't take him long to come to the conclusion that true heroes didn't exist. They were a figment of people's imaginations, easy answers made up by people like him who just wanted a better world that would forever remain a fantasy like all of his favorite heroes. This realization frustrated Darryl, and he decided he'd take it on himself to be a hero to other people if no one else would, even if he didn't want to. But his initial attempts were just about as successful as his attempts to find a real hero in the first place. Real life didn't have easy answers or justice like children's stories and folktales, and his failure to live up to his ideal only fed deeper into itself until Darryl simply helped people because he felt like he had to, turning the innocent child who'd looked up from his story books dreaming of heroes and knights in shining armor into a weathered cynic who wants desperately to be a hero but is too world-weary to believe such a thing even exists. Yet even though he complains and decries heroism and chivalry as stupid and outdated, he still pursues his dream endlessly, working harder every day to become an Enforcer for the Clocktower, the closest thing he can recognize as a hero in his world.
Bloodline: Xavier, a dying family of Gaelic origins that has resided in the United Kingdom for centuries. Having reached the peak of their power long ago, the family's numbers have dwindled to the point that they have one main nuclear family consisting of Darryl, his father, and his mother, and a few branch families of a similar homely size, having at most two or three siblings, usually only one of which is a magus. Long gone is the family manor (although the Xaviers still live comfortably), and the name which was once respected has faded into the worn printed pages of the history books. No one in the family seems to mind this decline however, and Darryl was taught by his father to appreciate the things one does have, so he rarely lets the state of his family and his bloodline worry him like other magi.
Magic Type: Runic
Blood Type: AB