Xander Faust

♥ Character Name: Xander Faust

♥ Age: 18

♥ Gender/Pronouns: Male/He

♥ Species: Human

♥ Occupation: Barista at a Human/Hybrid owned Cafe

♥ Faceclaim(optional): Sho Minazuki (Persona 4 Arena Ultimax)

♥ Do you play any other characters on this site? If so, who?: Nope





HATE: Xander hides behind a cool and calculated demeanor a new form of human power. Where human magic is often formed from the culminationof a colored soul's affinity, Xander's has manifested a power that is completely reversed from his Red Soul. He could harness any damage done to him to bolster his physical output in short bursts. This power could be manifested into objects that Xander is holding, or with enough accumulated, he could send it out of his body in concentrated bursts of black energy much like that of a shock wave.

Random-jitsu: Xander is the definition of a whirling dervish. His fighting stance and style is something absolutely bazaar that would cause even a fabled veteran in battle to tilt their head in confusion. Xander carries on his person at all times duel combat knives, which does appear to keep him at close quarters at first, but as his HATE is enveloped into the knives they form two swords of black energy that deal magic damage. After much, much, practice he has smoothly learned how to switch from the two styles to fit his battle preference to the point of harming his own self if things are getting way to close and personal for his taste.

A bit more in the tank: Even though Xander is still human his complete disregard to his own body has offered to him after extended self and outside abuse a bit of a tolerance, and maybe even a preference to pain. Though even he has limits where some normal humans might relent and retreat it just gives Xander that much more drive to push forward and strike. An absolute must given his abilities.



HATE requires LOVE: Well as you could guess Xander can't really tap into his unique abilities unless he has sustained physical or in some cases severe emotional damage. Either way this will tally up in due time. Xander is a bit of a loose cannon as it is so once under the influence of his HATE he becomes even a bit more erratic than he already is. Slowly becoming more fatigued physically and mentally as battles progress.

Never Give Up: Xander would sooner die than lose, so if he was to find himself in a match against a superior opponent it would be to their discretion to let him live or die. He would recklessly attack until his body just gives up under the stress and collapses.

Out of the Red, Into the Black: Xander really doesn't care about himself in the long run. So much so that his basic attitude is not that of Determination that is often thought of with a Red Soul, but it's polar opposite, Apathy. Very few things move him other than his own motives and to hell with anything or anyone else. It's often hard to acquire allies or friends when one is so emotionally compromised.





Reverse Red Soul: As I said above Xander has taken a lot of emotional stress in his life and has grown quite apathetic in result. His only motivation right now is to find others like him with a reversed Soul and teach them how to use HATE. Once he could do that perhaps other plans could develop, but for now he is alone and uninterested. It would take some sort of miracle for someone to be able to break into this guy's head and find the root of his suffering.

Xander has perfected the art of "Faking It" and could walk around for the most part unnoticed unless he really wants to be. At his job where he is forced to interact with others he has adopted a Burgerpants style of smiling until it hurts and just going along with it. Needless to say his resentment of others has only increased with how long he's had to lie about everything in his life. It's gotten to the point where even he is unsure sometimes where the truth is when he is out in public and putting on his show.

For the most part Xander is absolutely unaffiliated when it comes to the whole Humans, monsters, anti-monster humans, thing. He focuses mostly on humans because that's what he is, but if a monster or anti-monster human could help him in his own cause he will gravitate towards them to see if they are worth his time. His circle is a solid ball of ice that no one really permeates into. He has interests in Science, only because it could help him in discovering more about HATE. He has kept up to speed about Alphys and the human scientists and their continued research of Determination. Where human/monster politics isn't of his interest, where there is conflict there is often despair. Then where there is despair he might be able to find more reversed souls like himself. So he is actually rather versed in those aspects of recent events. Peace time, however, is of little consequence or merit to him.

Deep inside this sad little ball of ice is a desire to belong. The reason he needs to find more Reverse Souls is so he could heal himself and others like him. So far however his efforts have been fruitless and with each passing day he becomes more and more distant to everyone.



Xander's childhood wasn't all bad. At least not as he would lead you to believe. Things only started getting bad when his older sibling up and disappeared one night and never returned. He only caught bits and pieces of some rumor going around about some mountain. His parents did not take any of the situation well and immediately fell into despair. Their love for their first child completely consumed them and overtook their love for their second-born. After days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, and then to years the Faust's expended every dollar they had in finding their daughter... completely neglecting and abandoning their son. How could he blame them though? It wasn't their fault he was so unneeded. Everyday he hoped beyond hope that his sister would return one day and heal their parents back to the way they were. So they could be whole again... so they could love him again. Day after day he would pray for some sort of miracle... but nobody came.

After a while even his parent's love for each other started to fade away and the two split up. His father and mother divorced and his father then disappeared from their lives. His mother turned to the quick fix. Drugs and alcohol filled the void of her heart and offered no room for Xander when he needed her the most. He too thought of running away as his sister did, but... then who would take care of mother? He grew to resent his mother, but never could bring himself to leave her. Even in nights when she cradled a bottle much like he wished it was him he made a promise never to leave her... but in time something else left Xander as he felt his soul fade to gray and then turn to black. He simply became the woman's caretaker and nothing else... he simply became a machine built to keep up the house and nothing else. Eventually he lost all of his determination... and had apathy... and nothing else.





Xander took the sleeve of small cups and put them on the counter next to the steamed milk machine. Soon he'd have to deal with filling them and writing stupid things on them so some sophomoric hipster could take a selfie with it.

"How did humanity even get this far?" The guy mumbled to himself. It was even worse since it was the morning rush and he had to deal with the PTA moms and their anti-monster drivel. Sometimes it wasn't worth the effort to smile, but he did for his job's sake.

"Xander, I am going to need you to clean up the restrooms before open. Last time, night shift slacked off and the regulars made a stink about them."

Xander let out a small sigh. "Sure thing..." Xander stopped what he was doing and grabbed the mop bucket and cleaning gear. He headed for the bathroom and began to clean up, nightshift's dirty work. "Useless..."

As he finished up in the stalls something felt off. He felt some sort of force that rivaled that of his own. As he poked his head out of the restroom an older girl with a striped shirt left with about seven different coffees. It was quite impressive she was able to hold all of them without any toppling over. He moved to his boss. "Who was that?"

The guy looked up from his coffee. "Oh, her? Just one of the regulars... she just comes in here every once and a while and gets a whole slew of coffees and a couple golden flower teas... why? You interested?"

Xander shrugged. "Just because I may find her interesting doesn't mean I am particularly interested." Xander faced the door and waited for his first random encounter of the day. Maybe he'd find a bit more of this mystery girl in due time.