| aim: xavier schrute |
[16 Feb 2009|12:39am] |
xavier ricardo angelini
 born april 11, 1987 at 11:58pm, older of the angelini twins by only 2 minutes. the boys were always questioned by their teachers and friends as to why their birthdays were on separate days yet the two were identical twins. it was always a case of telling them the time of night their birth began, and how xavier was too eager to get out, while enz wanted to sit back and chill a little while longer. to the boys, having separate birthdays made them feel like individuals, with identical faces - they each had their own day and there was no trying to show up one another. for many years the angelinis consisted of only four - xaviers father who was rarely around, you see, the boys father was a maternity doctor much like dr. huxtable on the cosby show. his pager and cell phone were glued to his body at all times, and on many occasions the family had to end picnics or their father had to leave them when they went on a family trip to the aquarium or such things. their mother on the other hand was the typical trophy-wife, the stay at home mom who went to book club religiously on a friday night, and then made sure they all went to temple dressed in their bests. she was the type of wife and mother who still lived in the 50's type of lifestyle, breakfast, lunch and dinner were always huge and delicious servings made with so much love, and all she ever asked in return was an empty plate and dishes washed so she could read one of her books.
when lorenzo and xavier were seven their mother and father decided they needed a move. atlantic city just wasn't the place they wanted their kids to grow up. so with that in mind the couple packed up and moved the family out to longport, new jersey. by this time though not only did he have an older brother but the family had doubled. along with xavier and his brother, they had a five year old little brother and a three year old sister as well. life didn't change much with the new additions to the family and new location, while lorenzo molded into the art of film and disney movies, xavier took guitar lessons and spent his time going through his parents old records - falling in love with the likes of adam ant, the beatles and queen. when it came to high school xavier succeeded mostly in english and all of the arts subjects, and if there was a subject consisting of useless facts he was sure he would get top marks in that. as a person xavier is classed as pretty chill he just takes life as it is and genuinely appreciates the little things. xavier wasn't exactly shy, he was the joker and the loud one, wanting to make people laugh which usually made himself laugh in turn. he wasn't the most attractive guy around, there was never a time where he had girls or guys flocking after him but slowly he grew into his looks - despite his big nose still sticking right out in the middle of his face, he had his jewish background to thank for that one. he and a few friends had a little "band" during those years, they'd perform at lunch times, at coffee houses and even at the pier. there was nothing more xavier enjoyed than playing, composing and writing music, although he never let anyone hear his songs before he had perfected them in the hopes that he wouldn't jinx himself. once graduating xavier enrolled at rowan university, currently in his second year of a four year bachelor of arts in music and loving every minute of it. from the age of 17-19 xavier worked at a local recording studio, his duties mostly included getting lunch and coffee for people and answering phones, but he had a few instances where he got to go one on one with a recording band and even sing a little backing vocals. watching a song go from a soft hum of a tune or a couple of words on paper to a completed song, perfect in every pitch and tune was the biggest high for xav, whether it was one of his own songs or someone elses he helped with, it was always that same rush. there was something about feeling every note and every word gushing through his veins that xavier knew this was what he was supposed to do with life. since turning twenty one, xavier has been bartending and djing at clubs in atlantic city, this allowing him to be his social self, never wanting to stand still and always having to do something. plus he always loved coming home to tell enz the nights stories, who he caught sleeping with who, who puked on his shoe, and rare times, who he hooked up with behind the dj booth - even if enz probably didn't care.
now that he's living in new york; xav spent some time interning at mtv while working as a rickshaw driver for tourists around central park. as a few months have gone past since moving to the city xav is now working a few days at mtv behind the scenes, a few other days at some clubs djing and bartending and busking in central park...just to get his music out there a little more. it helps that he loves chilling at cherry hill, the pond and strawberry fields playing music for people.
FACTS:
▪ residing in the carnegie area of new york city.
▪ along with his twin brother, xavier is peruvian, italian and spanish.
▪ xavier hates using capital letters, he just doesn't like the way they look and cannot be assed holding down shift when he types.
▪ although not being entirely athletic, xavier was on the basketball team in highschool because of his height and speed and is an avid nba fan, his favorite team being the cleveland cavs.
▪ xavier is bisexual for the most part although he has only had one short term boyfriend as opposed to his other. relationships with girls. he came out to his mother and father when he was sixteen and not exactly sure of himself, but knew when he was pressed against a back fence at a friends party and kissed by one of the token gay guys at school that he wouldn't mind doing it all over again.
▪ he can be a jerk when provoked, otherwise he'll get along with anyone.
▪ can't stand when people use the wrong terms for their/there/they're and so on.
▪ suffers from mild anxiety.
▪ cut up his hands while learning bar tricks and spent two weeks with his hands in bandages, leaving him to perfect the art of playing guitar very slowly with his toes - he is a master at flipping bottles and doing tricks now...the toe guitar thing didn't catch on all that well.
▪ never goes anywhere without his sk.
▪ xavier could be the most random person you will ever come across, he can talk your ear off about nothing, and sometimes even starts conversations about universal questioning or a random fact. for example, king tut had two penises.
▪ he tends to piss people off unintentionally because of his blunt approach and constant questioning.
▪ he is clincally obsessed with the office and not afraid to admit it, although he is only up to season three until he can afford to buy the rest of the seasons.
▪ xavier also enjoys parties, any type of social event where he can bring his guitar along and go crazy, he is a social drinker and smoker but has been trying to cut himself off cigarettes for a while now. when he's not playing his guitar or chilling with friends, he's bouncing around the living room playing guitar hero and mario kart, because you're never too old to play mario kart.
▪ the angelini's were never allowed pets growing up, this was probably because their parents were rarely around and it wasnt in their mothers nature to have a howling dog or a shedding cat. when xavier and enz got their apartment the owner restricted dogs from the building, any other animal was fine but not dogs. xav hassled the owner for 2 years straight and just recently he caved and allowed a "small" dog to be living in the apartment, so xavier went out and adopted a king charles cavalier cross a toy poodle on the 25th of january. he named her giselle (giz for short) after the character in enchanted. the fact that she was a cavalier was one of the main reasons xavier was drawn to her, after all, he was a huge cavs basketball fan.
▪ as well as his brother lorenzo (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) enz), xavier also has three other younger siblings. elyza (lyza), no name, and five year old alonzo who all have little quirks about them that make up the perfectly fucked up angelini dna.
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