Post by Alexandria Starrling on Mar 27, 2009 20:10:32 GMT -8
Species: Werewolf
Full Name: Alexandria Skyelr Starrling
Nickname(s): Alex, Skye
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Occupation: Clothing designer
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Not married and happy with it.
Appearance:
Style:
Alexandria designs most of her own clothes. Either that or she will go down to the thrift stores and buy things that she alters, mixes, and matches. She is usually in jeans or a short skirt with leggings. She has sort of this rock/alternative look going on which shows in her designs. She does dress up every now and again for certain things because when you are a fashion designer, there are things that expect attendance.
On her lazy days, she likes to stay in her pjs and has, on occasion, even run to the store in hem. She is big into converse and owns at least fifteen pairs. In fact, she has two pairs of converse high heels and one pair on converse pants which are shoes that are also pants. They lace all the way up. She only ever wears converse unless she absolutely has to wear regular high heels.
Likes: Bottled water, Turkey, Hair dye, Sleep, Lazy days, Picnics, Music, Concerts, Silk, White roses, Dogs, Horses
Dislikes: Curry, Chicken, Time limits, Deadlines, Secretaries, Family outings, Goodbyes, Yellow things, Cows
Ambition(s): She plans to become world famous and design clothes for movies. Before she dies, she wants to design the costumes for the whole cast for a movie. She also wants to open her own clothing shop in Dawson.
Fear(s): Swimming and just general water she could drown in. Fire, she is deathly afraid of fire for some reason.
Flaws: She is a huge procrastinator and a perfectionist. She is a
Personality:
She is fun and a little odd. She loves to be around people and is just a nice person to people she likes. She can be a total bitch to people she doesn’t like, but you have to do something really bad to get on her bitchy side because she generally gives everyone the benefit of the doubt. Once you do that really bad thing, you don’t get back on her good side easily. Alex is easily bribed with food. She loves to eat. She runs non-stop and so it always leaves her hungry. When she gets stressed, she exercises. She is really bad about deadlines and always leaves things until the very end of her time to do it. This means she ends up staying up really late the night before she is supposed to show her designs.
She goes out of her way to help her good friends. If they need something she is there. Money, a ride, or a place to stay, it doesn’t matter, she is there for them. She want to be romantic, but isn’t very good at it. She isn’t a very good girlfriend because of it. She likes being with a man, but all the calling each other and talking all lovey-dovey, does not please her. She tends to make guys mad because she never calls them and she is not big on talking on the phone so when they call, she is really distant. She also never lets them stay. Even when they are in a serious relationship, when they are done, they go home. They don’t get to sleep over. Even if they really… Really want to.
History:
Alexandria’s father, a human, and her mother, a werewolf, lived peacefully. Her mother had chosen to leave the pack when she married her father. This of course was frowned upon, seeing as she was the alpha’s daughter. Drama happened and so they moved from Nevada, where she had lived her whole life with the pack, to New York. There, they had Alexandria and two years later, her little brother, Damian. They moved from New York to Virginia, where children and 3 and 4, the twins Christopher and Aedon were born. They lived in Virginia from the time Alex was four until she was seven. She finished first grade before they moved again, this time to Florida.
When she was nine, her parents had another baby, Calista. They lived in Florida for five years before moving once again. They moved to Louisiana when Alex was twelve. When she was fourteen, the 6th and final baby was born, little Endre. She couldn’t take it anymore and was tired of all the children. She went to New Orleans and lived on the street for a year. She was quick to learn and was an excellent panhandler. She sang, danced, and did card tricks to live for a year. She was taken in when she was fifteen after she turned for the first time.
The first time she turned during the moon was right after her birthday, she got really sick and her body just decided it was time. The members of a local pack took her in because they didn’t want a wild adolescent werewolf roaming the streets alone. It seemed dangerous. From there, Alex went to school. She got a scholarship for a community college and finished up high school. When she was seventeen, she started to design clothes, a long time passion of hers, commercially. In a year, things happened really fast and now, two years later, she is pretty well known. She moved with the pack to Canada and is hoping to open her own clothing shop soon instead of just designing for different companies.
Other: She sings and is the first of six children.
RP Skill:
When Alexandria Anastasias went out to work, it was midnight. She had her sword safely in its sheath and secured to her waist. In addition, a dagger was hidden in her left boot. She was ready for anything. Being mostly werewolf, her night vision was excellent. Therefore, as she made her way from her temporary home, the Inn, to town, she had no problem. Only a few lights still burned, setting an eerie look about the town. As soon as her boots hit the old, worn cobblestones, she turned off into an alley. Alex picked her way through numerable alleys and past piles of rubbish until she made it to her destination. The old tavern was probably the most lit up place in the tired town. A smirk on her lips, she pushed open the door and walked it. The heavy drinkers sat and the bar and the ones who had not yet gotten there, lay passed out on the floor and benches. It was not difficult to spot the one who did not belong. He was sitting at the end of the bar, a long cap wrapped around his shoulders. He easily beat anyone in the room in height. His almost blood colored hair probably fell just below his shoulders when not tied back.
“Whiskey, please.” She called innocently to the barkeep, taking the stool next to him. She felt his gaze on her and she knew it was only a matter of time before he was pulled into her trap. “Girl.” He hissed in a low voice that probably made girls melt into his arms. “Evening, sir.” She replied, turning her head to look up at him. His green eyes gave him away; they were too fluorescent to look human. “What brings you here so late, it is unsafe for a girl as young as you to be out.” Alex shook her head and took a sip of the drink the barkeep set in front of her. “I am fine, sir. I can hold my own.” She said innocently, causing his eyebrows to rise slightly. “I’m not so sure. Tell me your name.” He replied, his voice commanding. “Alexandria, sir, and yours?” He took a deep breath, expelling the air from his lungs and Alex tried not to gag, demons had bad breath. “Kiro. Let me escort you home,” He said, standing. He was just less than seven foot. She looked up at his and swallowed hard. She maybe had misjudged this one. too late to back out now. “Oh, no, sir. I will be fine. Do not worry; I would not want to impose on you.” “It would be my pleasure to escort a beautiful girl such as you.” He said grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He took her hand and led her from the tavern, barely giving her enough time to place the coins for her still almost full drink on the counter.
Outside the tavern, Kiro pulled Alexandria close to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders for more control. Right then, she thanked all the gods, every one she could think of, that her sword was on the other side. He led her down the street. “Sir, my home is the other way.” She squeaked trying to sound frightened. “Not anymore. You are mine, pet.” He said, a cruel laugh escaping him. She tried to pull from his grasp but it was to no avail, he only tightened his grip. “Please! Kiro, sir! I just want to go home.” She cried, struggling against this giant wall of muscle. Kiro stopped and lifted her chin up with his free hand. “Stop fighting before I lose my patience and kill you right here, your body will make a brilliant meal for the strays.” Alex shut up. She could not fight in the middle of the street; it was too dangerous. She had to wait until they got out of town. He was quick on his feet and she had to run to keep up with his strides. The darkness of the forest was almost welcome and she waited until they were a good distance from the town, in a small clearing, to take action. She kicked him in the shin to get away. Kiro got angry and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her violently. ” That was a mistake, little girl,” He snarled, slapping her hard across the face with enough force that if he had not been holding onto her, she would have fallen back.
“No, that was a mistake, idiot.” She snarled back, ripping herself from his hold and drawing her sword, “Did your mother not teach you not to hit a woman. Or better yet, to make sure you are not taking a demon slayer home with you to be your pet.” She spit out the last word as if it was something vile. She lunged forward with her sword, but he was too fast, she only managed the graze him on the arm, a minor blooding, but enough to piss him further. Then, she lunged again, this time catching him in the side, still minor but a stab wound hurt, not matter which way you looked at it. ”Bitch, you are going to die for that.” He yelled howling with pain. “I’ve heard that before demon-scum. You guys really need to come up with some new catch phrases.” Kiro looked at her with an expression that almost spit venom. “Who are you, Slayer?” “I told you, Alexandria. Did I forget the last bit? Anastasias? Damn. I have to get better at introductions.” She smirked. He snarled at her like a feral cat and flung himself at her. The sword flew from her hand. “Fuck,” She gasped as she hit the ground square on her back, the breath knocked from her lungs. ”What now, Slayer, what now?” he yelled, his hands finding her neck. “Watch and learn, dog breath.” She gasped, stabbing the Kiro in the chest.
She shoved the stunned demon off her and scrambled to find her sword, leaving the dagger. It was lying next to a tree on the other side of the clearing. Kiro had managed to get up and pull the dagger from his chest. He was now armed. Brilliant, just brilliant. Adrenaline had kicked in, as it usually did in these life or death situations and she ran at the demon, her blade stabbing through him and shoving him back into a tree. She yanked her sword out just as he howled again. Blood poured from the new wound more than the other two combined but that did not stop Kiro. He was strong, maybe too strong and he just kept on going. He lunged at her but missed, leaving only a cut about two inches long to the side of her right eye. He tried again though this time dragging the dagger from her shoulder to just past her elbow, slicing through both her shirtsleeve and the creamy white skin. She screamed. Her rage gave her a burst of energy and she shoved him back, sticking her foot out. He tripped and fell flat on his back. With one last try, Alex lifted her sword up and swung it down as hard as she could, beheading the demon. She had no strength left but somehow she managed to wipe the blood from her sword and return it to it’s sheath before crawling behind a bush and blacking out.
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? Nope.
Full Name: Alexandria Skyelr Starrling
Nickname(s): Alex, Skye
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Occupation: Clothing designer
Sexuality: Straight
Marital Status: Not married and happy with it.
Appearance:
Style:
Alexandria designs most of her own clothes. Either that or she will go down to the thrift stores and buy things that she alters, mixes, and matches. She is usually in jeans or a short skirt with leggings. She has sort of this rock/alternative look going on which shows in her designs. She does dress up every now and again for certain things because when you are a fashion designer, there are things that expect attendance.
On her lazy days, she likes to stay in her pjs and has, on occasion, even run to the store in hem. She is big into converse and owns at least fifteen pairs. In fact, she has two pairs of converse high heels and one pair on converse pants which are shoes that are also pants. They lace all the way up. She only ever wears converse unless she absolutely has to wear regular high heels.
Likes: Bottled water, Turkey, Hair dye, Sleep, Lazy days, Picnics, Music, Concerts, Silk, White roses, Dogs, Horses
Dislikes: Curry, Chicken, Time limits, Deadlines, Secretaries, Family outings, Goodbyes, Yellow things, Cows
Ambition(s): She plans to become world famous and design clothes for movies. Before she dies, she wants to design the costumes for the whole cast for a movie. She also wants to open her own clothing shop in Dawson.
Fear(s): Swimming and just general water she could drown in. Fire, she is deathly afraid of fire for some reason.
Flaws: She is a huge procrastinator and a perfectionist. She is a
Personality:
She is fun and a little odd. She loves to be around people and is just a nice person to people she likes. She can be a total bitch to people she doesn’t like, but you have to do something really bad to get on her bitchy side because she generally gives everyone the benefit of the doubt. Once you do that really bad thing, you don’t get back on her good side easily. Alex is easily bribed with food. She loves to eat. She runs non-stop and so it always leaves her hungry. When she gets stressed, she exercises. She is really bad about deadlines and always leaves things until the very end of her time to do it. This means she ends up staying up really late the night before she is supposed to show her designs.
She goes out of her way to help her good friends. If they need something she is there. Money, a ride, or a place to stay, it doesn’t matter, she is there for them. She want to be romantic, but isn’t very good at it. She isn’t a very good girlfriend because of it. She likes being with a man, but all the calling each other and talking all lovey-dovey, does not please her. She tends to make guys mad because she never calls them and she is not big on talking on the phone so when they call, she is really distant. She also never lets them stay. Even when they are in a serious relationship, when they are done, they go home. They don’t get to sleep over. Even if they really… Really want to.
History:
Alexandria’s father, a human, and her mother, a werewolf, lived peacefully. Her mother had chosen to leave the pack when she married her father. This of course was frowned upon, seeing as she was the alpha’s daughter. Drama happened and so they moved from Nevada, where she had lived her whole life with the pack, to New York. There, they had Alexandria and two years later, her little brother, Damian. They moved from New York to Virginia, where children and 3 and 4, the twins Christopher and Aedon were born. They lived in Virginia from the time Alex was four until she was seven. She finished first grade before they moved again, this time to Florida.
When she was nine, her parents had another baby, Calista. They lived in Florida for five years before moving once again. They moved to Louisiana when Alex was twelve. When she was fourteen, the 6th and final baby was born, little Endre. She couldn’t take it anymore and was tired of all the children. She went to New Orleans and lived on the street for a year. She was quick to learn and was an excellent panhandler. She sang, danced, and did card tricks to live for a year. She was taken in when she was fifteen after she turned for the first time.
The first time she turned during the moon was right after her birthday, she got really sick and her body just decided it was time. The members of a local pack took her in because they didn’t want a wild adolescent werewolf roaming the streets alone. It seemed dangerous. From there, Alex went to school. She got a scholarship for a community college and finished up high school. When she was seventeen, she started to design clothes, a long time passion of hers, commercially. In a year, things happened really fast and now, two years later, she is pretty well known. She moved with the pack to Canada and is hoping to open her own clothing shop soon instead of just designing for different companies.
Other: She sings and is the first of six children.
RP Skill:
When Alexandria Anastasias went out to work, it was midnight. She had her sword safely in its sheath and secured to her waist. In addition, a dagger was hidden in her left boot. She was ready for anything. Being mostly werewolf, her night vision was excellent. Therefore, as she made her way from her temporary home, the Inn, to town, she had no problem. Only a few lights still burned, setting an eerie look about the town. As soon as her boots hit the old, worn cobblestones, she turned off into an alley. Alex picked her way through numerable alleys and past piles of rubbish until she made it to her destination. The old tavern was probably the most lit up place in the tired town. A smirk on her lips, she pushed open the door and walked it. The heavy drinkers sat and the bar and the ones who had not yet gotten there, lay passed out on the floor and benches. It was not difficult to spot the one who did not belong. He was sitting at the end of the bar, a long cap wrapped around his shoulders. He easily beat anyone in the room in height. His almost blood colored hair probably fell just below his shoulders when not tied back.
“Whiskey, please.” She called innocently to the barkeep, taking the stool next to him. She felt his gaze on her and she knew it was only a matter of time before he was pulled into her trap. “Girl.” He hissed in a low voice that probably made girls melt into his arms. “Evening, sir.” She replied, turning her head to look up at him. His green eyes gave him away; they were too fluorescent to look human. “What brings you here so late, it is unsafe for a girl as young as you to be out.” Alex shook her head and took a sip of the drink the barkeep set in front of her. “I am fine, sir. I can hold my own.” She said innocently, causing his eyebrows to rise slightly. “I’m not so sure. Tell me your name.” He replied, his voice commanding. “Alexandria, sir, and yours?” He took a deep breath, expelling the air from his lungs and Alex tried not to gag, demons had bad breath. “Kiro. Let me escort you home,” He said, standing. He was just less than seven foot. She looked up at his and swallowed hard. She maybe had misjudged this one. too late to back out now. “Oh, no, sir. I will be fine. Do not worry; I would not want to impose on you.” “It would be my pleasure to escort a beautiful girl such as you.” He said grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. He took her hand and led her from the tavern, barely giving her enough time to place the coins for her still almost full drink on the counter.
Outside the tavern, Kiro pulled Alexandria close to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders for more control. Right then, she thanked all the gods, every one she could think of, that her sword was on the other side. He led her down the street. “Sir, my home is the other way.” She squeaked trying to sound frightened. “Not anymore. You are mine, pet.” He said, a cruel laugh escaping him. She tried to pull from his grasp but it was to no avail, he only tightened his grip. “Please! Kiro, sir! I just want to go home.” She cried, struggling against this giant wall of muscle. Kiro stopped and lifted her chin up with his free hand. “Stop fighting before I lose my patience and kill you right here, your body will make a brilliant meal for the strays.” Alex shut up. She could not fight in the middle of the street; it was too dangerous. She had to wait until they got out of town. He was quick on his feet and she had to run to keep up with his strides. The darkness of the forest was almost welcome and she waited until they were a good distance from the town, in a small clearing, to take action. She kicked him in the shin to get away. Kiro got angry and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her violently. ” That was a mistake, little girl,” He snarled, slapping her hard across the face with enough force that if he had not been holding onto her, she would have fallen back.
“No, that was a mistake, idiot.” She snarled back, ripping herself from his hold and drawing her sword, “Did your mother not teach you not to hit a woman. Or better yet, to make sure you are not taking a demon slayer home with you to be your pet.” She spit out the last word as if it was something vile. She lunged forward with her sword, but he was too fast, she only managed the graze him on the arm, a minor blooding, but enough to piss him further. Then, she lunged again, this time catching him in the side, still minor but a stab wound hurt, not matter which way you looked at it. ”Bitch, you are going to die for that.” He yelled howling with pain. “I’ve heard that before demon-scum. You guys really need to come up with some new catch phrases.” Kiro looked at her with an expression that almost spit venom. “Who are you, Slayer?” “I told you, Alexandria. Did I forget the last bit? Anastasias? Damn. I have to get better at introductions.” She smirked. He snarled at her like a feral cat and flung himself at her. The sword flew from her hand. “Fuck,” She gasped as she hit the ground square on her back, the breath knocked from her lungs. ”What now, Slayer, what now?” he yelled, his hands finding her neck. “Watch and learn, dog breath.” She gasped, stabbing the Kiro in the chest.
She shoved the stunned demon off her and scrambled to find her sword, leaving the dagger. It was lying next to a tree on the other side of the clearing. Kiro had managed to get up and pull the dagger from his chest. He was now armed. Brilliant, just brilliant. Adrenaline had kicked in, as it usually did in these life or death situations and she ran at the demon, her blade stabbing through him and shoving him back into a tree. She yanked her sword out just as he howled again. Blood poured from the new wound more than the other two combined but that did not stop Kiro. He was strong, maybe too strong and he just kept on going. He lunged at her but missed, leaving only a cut about two inches long to the side of her right eye. He tried again though this time dragging the dagger from her shoulder to just past her elbow, slicing through both her shirtsleeve and the creamy white skin. She screamed. Her rage gave her a burst of energy and she shoved him back, sticking her foot out. He tripped and fell flat on his back. With one last try, Alex lifted her sword up and swung it down as hard as she could, beheading the demon. She had no strength left but somehow she managed to wipe the blood from her sword and return it to it’s sheath before crawling behind a bush and blacking out.
Do you play any other characters here? If yes then who? Nope.
