<div style="text-align: left;"><strong>  Xavier White, 'Paladin'</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/KaiStormwind/RP/justin-timberlake-808095024_zps7a229425.jpg)</div>Tired. Yes. that was the right word. But you couldn't have seen it from Xavier White's face. No. While he was Paladin, he was supremely confident and assured of himself at all times. He was clad in his suit, but with the helmet off. It was a request from the producers. And well, Xavier didn't mind complying. To America, he was probably rather boring to watch, since he spent most of his spare time working on his suit or other gadgets. If not, then he was probably working out. Not much personality there. Xavier didn't know it, but his work out sessions were exactly why they told him to leave the helmet. Apparently female viewership increased when they caught him working out on camera. And he was more popular among male viewers than he would have expected, mostly in the teen and young adult ranges. So called 'experts' put it down to him frequently using his suit to blow stuff up. Lots of explosions with Paladin. Other say it's because males of those ages have fantasies of owning a suit like Paladin's, boiling it down to old Japanese animated shows like 'Gundam'. Xavier didn't know, or even care for that matter. He wasn't competing here for the fame.<br/><br/>As for the mansion, well, he lived in a bigger one with his parents, so this level of luxury was commonplace for him. That said, if joining the Olympians required him to stay in a tiny apartment, he would do so with no hesitation whatsoever. Everyone had their own reasons for wanting to make it to the final six, that much was obvious. But Xavier wondered how many had the drive to match his own to get there. The past few weeks? Nothing more exhausting in his life. But also nothing more exhilarating as he made the first cut, then the second, and now he was a part of the final twenty. Dd he know what was coming ahead? No, but he was stoked for it. Because whatever it was, it would be his route to the final six.<br/><br/>Xavier looked down at the names in blue, his eyes drawn to his alias. Paladin. He couldn't help himself as a wide grin briefly showed on his face. He turned his attention to the other names. He was on a first name basis with exactly none of them, but he had noticed a few of the more promising ones and taken note of their performances and their aliases. When the judges were introduced, Xavier looked on with great interest. These were the people who decided if he stayed or was booted off the show. His future lay in their hands. So he had a vested interest in knowing more about them. He'd already done his research before the tryouts, but there was a chance that he'd see something new. Were the clips cheesy? Yes. But were the judges impressive? Also yes. His own personal favourite was Recoil, simply because she was a Class B like himself. And she was a Paragon. Proof that it could be done. That you didn't need fancy natural born powers to be one.<br/><br/>Once Chad had disappeared, Xavier decided that following the man's words was probably the best course of action. There would be time to interact with his fellow contestants later. For now, it was best to get himself and his suit settled in first. He'd decided he wanted a room on the uppermost level, but was beaten to it by a young girl flying up there first. Xavier noted the winds swirling around her. Some form of air or wind control then. What was her name again...the Green Gale. Yeah, that was it. Ignoring the rest of the other contestants for the time being, Xavier marched straight into the mansion, having decided to look around for the biggest room and just take that one, since he effectively needed room for his suit and working equipment as well. his wheeled luggage following along automatically. Another nifty little invention of his. It even had a rudimentary form of AI to ensure that it followed him at all times and activate the alarm and stunning electrical current in case of theft. He heard 'The Todd's' loud mouthed and incredibly idiotic words from behind him and promptly ignored them. The sound of him getting beaten was pretty loud, and frankly, quite satisfying. But first, he wandered the mansion's bedrooms. He needed a room to dump the suit in. Couldn't possibly wear it all the time, could he?<br/>