info; permissions;

[lordofrats]

BASIC INFO NAME: Xander Riverwatcher CANON: Original AGE: 42 GENDER: Male SPECIES: Human FIRST GLANCE HEIGHT: 6'1" BUILD: lanky HAIR: greying black EYES: deep brown DRESS: reference SCENT: juniper, sage, fresh linen VOICE: deep, with a hint of a rasp at times DEMEANOR: calm, measured, haunted PERMISSIONS BACKTAGGING: ✔ 4TH-WALLING: ✘ THREADJACKING: ✔ MIND-READING: ✔ FIGHTING: ✔ ROMANCE: ✔ INJURY: ✔ KILLING: ✔

Among ravens and gravestones Thirsty for your blood and wine PERSONALITY Xander Riverwatcher is a man who greets the world with a practiced smile, but the warmth behind it flickers more than it once did. Once unshakably optimistic, the plague and the battle with the Lord of Rats left him not only physically marked, but also mentally scarred. He is still gregarious, still quick to offer help, but his humor carries a sharper bite, and his nights are long and restless. Hallucinations of chittering rats and the faces of companions he could not save sometimes creep into his waking hours, forcing him to steady himself until they fade. He clings to his faith in the Father of Light as a bulwark, though he no longer believes every wound can be mended. There is steel beneath his genial demeanor now, and when he sets his jaw, it’s the look of a man who has stared into something vile and intends to stare it down again. HISTORY Xander Riverwatcher is one of the world's rarest treasures: a trained physician in a world where true medical expertise is nearly unheard of. Born into the respected Riverwatcher family and raised with Imperial discipline, Xander's devout faith in the Father of Light has always been tempered by his refusal to ignore suffering regardless of one's social status. What was meant to be a brief holiday at a lively festival became the turning point of his life. When an ancient plague — spread by swarming vermin and born from the will of the Lord of Rats, an archdemon that resurfaces every few centuries — swept through the crowds, Xander found himself treating the dying while the healthy fled. Stricken by the disease himself and later mauled in an attack that left one lung useless, he performed a desperate, improvised surgery on his own body to survive. He not only lived, but unraveled the demon’s work, developing the cure that saved the city. He carries the scars of that fight: a permanent limp, a cane at his side, and a voice that sometimes catches when his breath runs short. Yet these reminders of his ordeal have only deepened his resolve. His meticulous records, tireless research, and firsthand experience have made him the leading authority on demonology — a field he never intended to enter, but now cannot leave. The Lord of Rats, once a distant legend, now knows him by name and hates the sight of him.

EFFICIO