<div class="floatright">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g9/2C00L4SCH00L/male-model.jpg)</div><strong>Player : </strong>TheRomanticPerv<br/><strong>Name : </strong>Xavier Diaz<br/><strong>Age : </strong>25<br/><strong>Gender : </strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Occupation(s) : </strong>Person Driver/Mechanic<br/><br/><strong>Background : </strong>New York. For many years, Xavier knew nothing else. Only the streets of Spanish Harlem and the diverse cultures of its people. He would learn to love it, fear it, and, most of all, respect it. Values put onto the Puerto Rican kid by his father and the rigorous summers he spent working for his auto-body shop.<br/><br/>Cars would become Xavier's life; his savior from the gangs and drugs his other friends found themselves involved in. Sure, he missed out on a few parties here and there, but it all seemed trivial when he was the first of all of his friends to own a car, a used 2000 Honda Civic. Not a glamorous piece of machinery, but it got him to point A from pont B. And in those times, he realized whatever it would be that he would do, it would involve cars.<br/><br/>Time passed, and Xavier had upgraded from car to car. In college, he had a 2007 Infiniti G37, and the Latin, being the constant thrill seeker that he was, would constantly find himself racing others. Reckless, yes, but making a little money on the side didn't hurt. Well, not until he dropped out of college. His father was furious, and wouldn't take him back home, despite the pleas of his mother. The only option left for Xavier was to get back to his roots. Though, not in his hometown.<br/><br/>California would be where Xavier would set up a new life. He worked as a mechanic for a shop nearby his home in L.A. while working for a driving company after hours. The mechanic job would pay for most of his bills, but, goodness... the shit he would see on his driving job made it easily more enjoyable. This was when Xavier decided to go into business for himself as a personal driver, and in 4 short years, he owned his own driving company with other drivers under him, keeping his own driving services for the more exclusive clientele.<br/><br/>And that's when Xavier got a call from a familiar male client of his, asking to drive his wife and her friends around in New York as long as they needed. The pay was promising, but he had known the man well and might have done the job as a personal favor. Regardless, the native New Yorker found himself on a plane back to his home state, thinking about the job that awaited him once he landed. As many times as he had driven the husband, the times he had driven him with his wife were few. She seemed like a good woman, one who equally matched her husband's charm, but other than that, she was a mystery. All Xavier had hoped was that her and her friends would be uncomplicated passengers in the back of whichever car he drove them in. If things when smoothly, he might have his own time to visit his family back in the old neighborhood.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Preferences : </strong>Nothing gets Xavier off more than a challenge. The same goes for the women in his life. Still, sometimes even shallow girls had a way of peaking his interest, most likely due to the nice, round bump poking from the backside of their dresses. Though, he'd tell them it was just their eyes. Either way, there was fun to be had. Especially, when Xavier's dominant nature took over and the female he was in bed with was equally adventurous. In truth, that was all he really wanted... Also, it wouldn't hurt if she was blonde.