Xavier Reynolds

## Appearance

During Danganronpa: Cold Horizon:

Xavier is pale-skinned. He is a fairly average height and weight for a boy his age. He has spikey white hair. His left eye is yellow, and his right eye is red. He wears a large read coat and baggy black trousers. He also wears a pair of black gloves, and a red shoes.

During Danganronpa: Blackened Hourglass:

Nathan now has messy black hair, which he keeps down rather than up in spikes. His left eye is now a dark blue, and his right eye is covered with a white eyepatch. His attire is now far more plain, opting for a black t-shirt and a blue hoodie.

## Personality

During Danganronpa: Cold Horizon:

Xavier is a calm cool and collected individual, he usually doesn't say a word if needed. He usually sticks to himself and observes the situation before doing another thing.

During Danganronpa: Blackened Hourglass:

Nathan is an interesting specimen to say the least. Normally his entire personality is just calm, sometimes while at the job he used to be called Mr. Cool Breeze. But- alas we aren't talking about the job we are talking about the killing game. He will most likely start in a panic, feint and just hide for a while. But- he will return slowly, the flashbacks hurt.

*Written by Breakfast*

## Story

### Backstory

Xavier Reynolds, the ultimate medium. The person is rather interesting to say the least, the way they dress, the way they talk, hell, even the way they smile is a mystery. Let's find out why.

Xavier Reynolds was born on an october night, the birth expected to be a couple days later gave a shock to everyone including his mother. He was born in Berlin, Germany. The hospital rushed and pulled out the child as quickly as he sped out! Xavier was born with 2 birth defects, which later on he insisted it added to his personality. He was born with white albino hair, and a red and yellow eye. Luckily it didn't affect his vision so they counted it as a bonus and moved on through the years.

Xavier as a child was quiet, rather peaceful and didn’t really talk too much. Hell his first words were when he was 3 years old! Xavier would grow up to have spikier hair, like his father Nathan Reynolds. Then he would take after the nose and face of his mother. Angie Honeystone. He grew fast, and was taught with the tippity top of education due to their parents exceedingly growing company in steel manufacturing. The company was a little too good…

Xavier was around 5 when his sister moved back in, why didn’t we include this earlier on in the story? There was no point. Her name was Annabelle Motzel Reynolds, giving a taste of her mother's name. She came back after her dormitory school ended, which lasted till the 8th year, making her 14 years of age. 9 years before Xavier was born.

They decided to give a rejoice since Xavier could finally meet her sister. It was a party, a masquerade party. And the party was to die for!

19:32pm, October 12th.

Masks were worn, wine was distributed and the party had just begun to commence. The party was mainly set up in the main hall of a mansion on the hill, commonly called as the ‘Nightly Sun’ of the neighborhood.

About halfway through the dance, when nearly, actually, all of the guests showed up the feast had begun to commence. Of course being the man of the house, the owner of the steel industry, and the inviter of the feast his father stood up from his chair and tapped a spoon against his sleek and reflective glass. Xavier would be sitting to the set to the left of him, next to the front of the table.

A booming voice was heard, Nathan had begun to speak. ‘Through trial and error, falls and rises. We are all here gathered today to recognize the truth…’ And the speech would continue. Xavier not being that interested looked around impatiently wanting to eat, that's when he noticed a reflection off of the clean glass cup. A figure hidden in the crowd… then it all went silent, and started up again fast!

Crimson flew across the table as iron soared through the sky, the gunpowder whips echoing in the filled space. Bodies dropped, faster than imagined and Xavier… well… Xavier froze. He felt like he could help, but alas he was like a deer in headlights. A shiny new round of iron flew towards him, he closed his eyes… and it all went dark.

Then, a grunt and a shout was heard. He opened his squinted hiding eyes to see his sister running crimson down her, as she fell back on him. The shock, the sound, the adrenaline. It knocked him out cold, and that was probably the reason why he survived that night.

5 years later.

Xavier found a home, a quick manager of the steel industry took him under his wing. Xavier still was in a mental shock, but he tried and tried to not let it get the better of him. So- he wanted to reach out, to grasp something, to feel the warm embrace and smile of his loved ones again. So he began to try to contact the dead.

Weeks would go by, experiments flew through his mind as this nearing 11 year old contacted, and spoke, flexed and wrote, tried his damn hardest to tell his pop and mom goodbye. It- wasn’t for nothing. He would be doing a seance, inviting his untrusting foster family over to try it with him. He sat in the middle, relaxed his muscles and like a far past in his life, it all went silent.... Until a voice, heavily german exited his mouth. It was his father, tears flooded his eyes but he couldn't say hi back. He just- wanted to say hi.

Dollar bills grew into his new foster father's eyes, an advantage over him is all he could see. So a kick in the ass and a plane to Britain caused Xaviers future to soar more than he wanted. He didn’t want to be known, he didn't want to be known for his troubling past. He wanted to make other people happy as hard as he could. So he tried, and tried and did and did! Years flew by, he would work around the clock fixing problems as he could.

Becoming.... The ultimate medium.

As the past dies, the cold horizon of the future appears.

*Written by Breakfast*

### Continued Backstory

After the events of the game rumors spread about him, and the police got him tangled up in their vines not letting him leave until he answered what the hell happened. So, he took a deep breath and began. He would only explain his experience once, one passage of text, one quote, one time. ‘It was brutal, hell on earth. Me and my classmates got dragged aboard a boat, well… more so kidnapped onto a boat. We were forced to murder eachother and go in these trials to solve who killed who and when. If we didn’t everyone except the guilty would die, so we had to solve it! Trial and Trial flew by as companionships and friendships crumbled. You know how it feels to wake up in the morning to realize the only person you loved in years died before you? Yeah. Didn't think so. Anyways this person Clara was a part of a terrorist group called ultimate knowledge. They created time travel or some shit. That's all you need to know’ and with that police trackings were attempted to find Xavier but none worked.

Xavier hated himself and was flown into a depression. He didn't want to be Xavier Reynolds, he wanted to be someone new. So- he became someone new.

Through make ups and barber shops, court of law and more he became Nathan Motzel Huntstone. A remembrance of his fallen family, and a new name to claim his life as. For his destroyed eye became a blue glass eye. He put in blue contacts to blend both eyes together. His hair style was changed, his clothing style flopped. Xavier Reynolds never existed, it was Nathan M. Hunstone.

After that he studied in a famous and decently known bartending school to make it up in the world. He worked at clubs in the starry night sky which is where he met his wife Gloria Judy Braamkolk. She was his night sky, a love ever since his only love crashed and died infront of him. Her eyes cut like the emerald green they were, her hair shined and teeth glowed. A feeling hit Nathan, something he was long searching for. So- he took it.

Nathan decided the best way to ask her to be his is by a nice bartending session, so after a few drinks and laughs Nathan proposed the idea and they were hooked. Days to a year went by, in total 5 years since the incident aboard the cruise. They were married and had a kid to call their own. The child's name was brought up as Luther Daniel Hunstone. He was so happy, finally at peace.

*Written by Breakfast*