Name: Xavier Andrei Magnota
Nationality: Norwegian.
Family: George Magnota (father - deceased), Lucille Diaz/Magnota (mother - deceased), Amelia Diaz (aunt).
Although his name was Xavier Andrei Magnota (the surname inherited from his father), he decided to completely leave those roots behind and changed his name to include the surname Diaz. Despite the painful legacy of his mother's side of the family, he chose to adopt it in honor of his aunt, who has been the light of his life since he was a kid and he believed there would be nothing left for him but suffering.
He can still produce faint sounds, such as little noises of acknowledgment or thought, as well as soft groans or sobs, but his ability to form words was completely lost.
Because of this, he devoted himself to learning sign language and communicates mainly through writing or by using sign language.
Xavier is openly affectionate attentive, and gentle (outside the bedroom), always considerate even after losing the ability to express his love verbally.
His mother, who was only twenty-four at the time, had never wanted children, and as a result, she developed a visceral hatred for the child she had given birth to. This led to constant insults, recurring psychological abuse, and even physical violence, including beatings and cigarette burns. His father was no better; he found a strange sense of amusement in abusing his own son, whom he regarded as nothing more than a nuisance.
Both of his parents were smokers and drug addicts, and their addiction gradually drove them into financial hardship, as they squandered their money on their habits.
Because of this, Xavier grew accustomed to a miserable life filled with deprivation. More often than not, he had to resign himself to going to bed hungry, all while enduring his parents' physical and psychological abuse. The violence eventually became so severe that he suffered fractures in his arms and legs, as well as minor damage to his ears, which somewhat impaired his hearing.
Needless to say, this had a profound impact on Xavier. By the age of eight, he was already suffering from severe depression and frequently experiencing suicidal thoughts.
Fortunately, his mother's sister, Amelia, refused to stand idly by. After a lengthy and costly legal battle, she managed to obtain custody of him. Social services, who had turned a blind eye to the situation until then, finally intervened and placed him in his aunt's care.
His parents were sentenced to prison. There, the constant harassment from other inmates, the addiction of drugs, and the sole desperation of being locked away eventually drove them both to .
At eight years old, Xavier came under the custody of his aunt, who worked as a housekeeper at various hotels. Thanks to this, she was able to provide him with a better education than the miserable school in the run-down neighborhood where his parents had sent him before. He easily completed elementary school at twelve and began secondary school at thirteen.
His aunt helped heal the wounds that that damned upbringing had left behind, both physical and mental. Of course, the scars could not simply be erased, and the trauma would live in his mind forever, but thanks to the love and understanding of someone who saw him as a human being, he was able to understand that his parents' hatred had never been his fault. Those irresponsible people, failures in life, had taken their frustrations out on an innocent child.
During the following years, Xavier devoted himself to putting himself back together. Although he still carried the aftermath of his trauma, he managed to develop an optimistic personality while remaining aware of the evils of the world, along with a sense of self-worth and a charisma that made him captivating without needing to put in much effort.
When he finished secondary school at eighteen, he was unable to attend university because his aunt, although in a better position than his parents, was still incapable of providing such large sums of money. So, he decided that he would find a job and, through hard work and experience, climb as high as he could.
And so he did. By the age of twenty, he was already capable of supporting himself. He moved out of his aunt's house, although he made sure to live relatively close by, and began a life as a somewhat unqualified but functional adult.
Created Sep 22
Updated Sep 22
Published Sep 22