Xerxes Windsor

Clan Malkav
Vintage Saga
Keeper of the First Tradition of Centropolis

Description


~Handsome in a boyish and even geeky fashion, Xerxes still has a compelling and commanding aura about him. Perhaps it is the imperious tilt of his chin or the dangerous flash of his royal blue eyes. Xerxes carries himself well, even in semi-casual attire that he seems to prefer. He likes to wear chinos and collared Polo shirts, but anything comfortable yet stylish will do. The colors always match and the garments are always well-ironed. Suede shoes embark on his long path with a brisk step. Occasionally, he sports a pair of colored shades (he likes blue, to match his eyes!). Xerxes keeps his black hair styled short but fashionable, and he often seems a bit distracted in its maintenance. A trimmed beard and mustache accompany his thin, pale features. Xerxes does not smile often, but when he does everyone knows it was well-earned. Indeed, it seems that any praise from this man should be treated like manna from heaven. This is Xerxes Windsor, after all!~

OOC: Appearance 3

"You want your philosopher-king? You shall have him!"

History


Youth

It was never easy being rich for Xerxes Windsor. Xerxes was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, circa 1969 -- a good year. Xerxes grew up in upper crust society of San Diego. He had all the benefits of wealthy parents: an attentive nanny, no nagging mummy and daddy (because they were never home), and a brilliant home tutor. Xerxes grew up with the full knowledge that he was special. In some ways, it sucked that he never had to work for what he had… Actually, no. That didn't suck at all. All Xerxes ever cared about was the ends. The means was just a lot of unentertaining work.

And after his tutor-acquired diploma, Xerxes went onto college. He might have considered schooling a chore were he not so naturally brilliant that it wasn't work at all. Some of it was actually quite interesting. Xerxes was a learned young man and he enjoyed his studies. So it was no shock that he went to Stanford, there to study philosophy, as well as law and political science. Yep, triple major -- no problem. However, as sharp as Xerxes may have been, he was too stuck-up even for Ivy League students. He lacked many friends, save for a sycophantic whipping boy Xerxes kicked around on a daily basis.

Change

But life changed for Xerxes eventually. Actually, it just ended. One night, a man named Ubiquity Train came to pay Xerxes a visit. They got to chatting on campus about academics, and Xerxes found himself actually impressed by Ubiquity's broad knowledge. Ubiquity's field of research was computer science, where he wanted to channel philosophy into a functional format for users everywhere. As ambiguous as this ambition seemed to Xerxes, he was a touch interested. Ubiquity took Xerxes aside, and promptly knocked him silly with a roll of quarters. When he woke up, he wasn't alive anymore. He was Kindred. Ubiquity Embraced the young man in the prime of life. Oh, joy! Forever young!

Obviously, Xerxes could and did adapt quickly to the Change. His sire brought him aside, and suddenly Xerxes realized Ubiquity was a woman. Or wait…he was a man. Finally, Xerxes gave up trying to guess his sire's gender. The illusions were driving him completely insane. Then Ubiquity let Xerxes in on a little secret: gender was irrelevant because Ubiquity was something more than Kindred or kine. He/she/it was becoming a god. And he/she/it wanted Xerxes' help to form the philosophy of it all. So over the next few nights, during which Xerxes formally resigned from Stanford, he created worldviews for Ubiquity to proclaim in his/her/its rise to godhood. And he gladly paid over a large chunk of his personal trust funds to cover the financial costs of this initiative.

Soon they were ready to move into the final stage of Ubiquity's project. Hooked up to an online computer, Ubiquity jabbed a node into his/her/its skull, and was soon plugged into the computer…physically. Xerxes punched a few keys for his sire, and then watched Ubiquity smile peacefully as…something happened. He's not sure what. The monitor didn't reveal anything happening. He leaned closer…and suddenly Ubiquity's eyes flared open, the irises electrified. Apparently, the experiment was working! And in a strange, electronic tone, his sire spoke: "Diablerize me, boy. Drain me to the bone." And all too glad to help his sire's project, Xerxes agreed. He sucked Ubiquity dry, consuming its heartsblood.

And his sire's blood coursed through his body and charged him with its power. Xerxes felt like he was on caffeine high of all-time records. He trembled in fear as insight fell on his lap. Xerxes suddenly knew what his destiny was to be, had to be. He opened his eyes to see a flickering image of Ubiquity's grinning face on the monitor screen. Then his sire was gone forever from his eyes, the body lying quite still in the chair. With a matching grin, Xerxes rose to his feet and looked to the ceiling and beyond. His path was clear:

I will take over the world…and rule it as emperor of all things, dead or alive!

Grass Roots

As insane as he knew his quest had to sound to others, he began the very next night. Xerxes knew he had to approach this task carefully. Others would hate him for his ambitions, especially the Princes that Ubiquity mentioned. So he went to the Anarchs with a smile and a plan. And they rejected him. They cast him out and hunted him, driving him from California and their so-called Free-States altogether. Short-sighted bastards.

So Xerxes fled cross-country in nothing but his luxury sedan, a ghouled immigrant as his general servant: chauffeur mostly. One day his servants would count in legions. But for now, Fernando Cruz would do. Xerxes decided to avoid major cities while he formed his plan of conquest. He knew he had to begin with low-level, local networking. From there he could expand outwards. But he had to pick a good starting point… A city of some sort. Not too big, not too small. And the highway deposited the Malkavian in Centropolis, Missouri, in 2004. Hey! This would do…

Significant Other


Xerxes met Gin Zhu back in 2004. The Malkavian wasn't smitten at all, but in fact intrigued by the Asian Caitiff with a wallflower attitude. In a display of amazing imperial mercy, Xerxes swept the unfortunate straggler off the streets and into his haven. He promised protection and a nice roof over her head. Gin promised not to kick him in the nuts every time he went off on one of his weird, pathological megalomaniac episodes. Their relationship was casual, and while a partial Bond was established, Xerxes was careful not to be enslaved to Gin until he knew her better (or felt like he could control her better, perhaps). Besides, he didn't want any interruptions to his ambitions. Perhaps he should discover how Gin could help his goals.

Gin

Weakness
The New Prince


Xerxes wants to be Prince. No, not of Centropolis. He wants to be the ruling emperor of all undead society, lord-king over all subjects Kindred and kine. Of course he's a nutjob, and everyone knows it. Malkavian blood and all. So no one takes him seriously. That's their mistake. His mistake is thinking he actually has a chance either way.

Likelihood of Corruption


High.

Xerxes will do whatever it takes to fulfill his delusional goals. Unfortunately, that means he'd be willing to take some bad advice (as sound as it may seem to him at the time...). He'd never purposely become an Infernalist -- that's service to some other power, and he intends to "rule them all". But there are many other ways to go bad as Kindred.

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