Post by Alex on Nov 25, 2007 1:17:53 GMT -5
GENERAL
Birth Name: Alexia Manchego
Nick Name: Alex
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Club Owner; Head Bartender
Birthplace: Brasilia, Brazil
Current Location: London, England
Family Relations: None
Weapon: A 6” silver dagger with the word “serenity” engraved in gold in an ancient language on the onyx handle. It is kept hidden horizontally in the buckle of her black leather belt.
Other Items Owned: None
BACKGROUND
Personality: Between never knowing her father and her mother’s death, Alex has become dangerously secluded. A dark aura encompasses her; however, being the owner of one of London’s finest clubs, she has the ability to be quite sociable.
Detailed History: Growing up, Alex had only her mother. Her parents had divorced soon after she was born because of an abusive relationship. Numerous times she had tried to find her father, but they all ended in failed attempts. She finally gave up, and soon became content with life. Living an easy childhood, she grew up with many close friends and an incredibly strong relationship with her mother. She was her best friend to say the least. Then, that painstaking day came and Alex’s life changed forever.
On February 5th, Alex’s mom was diagnosed with a failing liver. It was an auto-immune disease, where her body was literally attacking the liver, thinking it was foreign. Three weeks were spent by her side in the hospital, but in the end enough was enough. Alex’s mother had nearly slipped into a coma, and Alex was forced to pull the plug. She’d never forget that miserable day.
By the time her mother had passed away, she was 16 and was forced to make it on her own. Luckily, she gained quite a fortune from her mom’s estate, and was able to survive for the next few years until she received an acceptable education.
When she was 19, she not only got accepted into Brazil’s finest college, but she also was awarded a full-ride scholarship. She majored in business and when she had graduated with her master’s, she moved to England. She now runs one of London’s most popular clubs, but still leads a life of solitude…wishing one day she might meet that someone special to fill the emptiness that consumes her heart.
Fears: She will end up alone for the rest of her life.
Strengths: Skilled with a blade, well-educated about the business world.
Weaknesses: Her past.
Likes: Rare chances to be spontaneous, dancing, and has a passion for music, though she cannot sing or play an instrument.
Dislikes: Abusive people, frauds.
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Alex’s face is nearly flawless to the eyes of a man. Her skin is clear and naturally tan, perfectly complimenting her crisp green apple eyes and dark, rich brown hair.
Clothing: She is usually seen wearing a black tank top that comes short, allowing the diamond that dangles from her belly button to sparkle. The belt that conceals her weapon keeps her black leather pants at her hips, and the black boots top off the outfit. Around her neck, a black leather choker allows for a sexy, yet sinister look.
Build: Her body is that of an athlete. She has a toned stomach that men can’t resist and curves most women would kill for.
Marks/Scars: For the most part, her skin is flawless; however, there is one scar that is kept hidden. On the back of her neck, there is a small thin scar from where she had once been attacked.
Role play Sample:
Twilight had come and gone and the shadows of midnight crept upon Rome. Silence fell over the city: a rarity in this known land of chaos. Silky dew was forming on the grass of the sinister yet beautiful courtyard. Lightning lit the horizon, but neither thunder nor rain was present. In the soft flashes, clouds were visible. Serenity seemed to finally come to the city, if only for one night.
A satin black and red gown was draped over the body of a young woman wandering the streets. The cloth seemed to cling to her supple skin allowing her curves to be perfectly displayed. Not a sound could be heard as her feet traipsed the roads; however, the hood of her cloak was drew up in fear of being seen. Soft, curly brown hair reflected in the moonlight, resting upon her shoulders. Crisp green apple eyes peered out from under the silken hood. In silver on the back of her cloak, the letter, “A” was stitched in the utmost care. Within moments, she had reached her destination: the courtyard.
The silence of the night was never broken. Her impenetrable hazel eyes scanned the horizon and caught glimpse of what little magnificence it had to offer. The soft hues of blue stretched as far as she could see, and it brought a small smile to her crimson lips.
“It’s beautiful…” She whispered into the night, her breath visible in the cold.
Birth Name: Alexia Manchego
Nick Name: Alex
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Club Owner; Head Bartender
Birthplace: Brasilia, Brazil
Current Location: London, England
Family Relations: None
Weapon: A 6” silver dagger with the word “serenity” engraved in gold in an ancient language on the onyx handle. It is kept hidden horizontally in the buckle of her black leather belt.
Other Items Owned: None
BACKGROUND
Personality: Between never knowing her father and her mother’s death, Alex has become dangerously secluded. A dark aura encompasses her; however, being the owner of one of London’s finest clubs, she has the ability to be quite sociable.
Detailed History: Growing up, Alex had only her mother. Her parents had divorced soon after she was born because of an abusive relationship. Numerous times she had tried to find her father, but they all ended in failed attempts. She finally gave up, and soon became content with life. Living an easy childhood, she grew up with many close friends and an incredibly strong relationship with her mother. She was her best friend to say the least. Then, that painstaking day came and Alex’s life changed forever.
On February 5th, Alex’s mom was diagnosed with a failing liver. It was an auto-immune disease, where her body was literally attacking the liver, thinking it was foreign. Three weeks were spent by her side in the hospital, but in the end enough was enough. Alex’s mother had nearly slipped into a coma, and Alex was forced to pull the plug. She’d never forget that miserable day.
By the time her mother had passed away, she was 16 and was forced to make it on her own. Luckily, she gained quite a fortune from her mom’s estate, and was able to survive for the next few years until she received an acceptable education.
When she was 19, she not only got accepted into Brazil’s finest college, but she also was awarded a full-ride scholarship. She majored in business and when she had graduated with her master’s, she moved to England. She now runs one of London’s most popular clubs, but still leads a life of solitude…wishing one day she might meet that someone special to fill the emptiness that consumes her heart.
Fears: She will end up alone for the rest of her life.
Strengths: Skilled with a blade, well-educated about the business world.
Weaknesses: Her past.
Likes: Rare chances to be spontaneous, dancing, and has a passion for music, though she cannot sing or play an instrument.
Dislikes: Abusive people, frauds.
APPEARANCE
Facial Appearance: Alex’s face is nearly flawless to the eyes of a man. Her skin is clear and naturally tan, perfectly complimenting her crisp green apple eyes and dark, rich brown hair.
Clothing: She is usually seen wearing a black tank top that comes short, allowing the diamond that dangles from her belly button to sparkle. The belt that conceals her weapon keeps her black leather pants at her hips, and the black boots top off the outfit. Around her neck, a black leather choker allows for a sexy, yet sinister look.
Build: Her body is that of an athlete. She has a toned stomach that men can’t resist and curves most women would kill for.
Marks/Scars: For the most part, her skin is flawless; however, there is one scar that is kept hidden. On the back of her neck, there is a small thin scar from where she had once been attacked.
Role play Sample:
Twilight had come and gone and the shadows of midnight crept upon Rome. Silence fell over the city: a rarity in this known land of chaos. Silky dew was forming on the grass of the sinister yet beautiful courtyard. Lightning lit the horizon, but neither thunder nor rain was present. In the soft flashes, clouds were visible. Serenity seemed to finally come to the city, if only for one night.
A satin black and red gown was draped over the body of a young woman wandering the streets. The cloth seemed to cling to her supple skin allowing her curves to be perfectly displayed. Not a sound could be heard as her feet traipsed the roads; however, the hood of her cloak was drew up in fear of being seen. Soft, curly brown hair reflected in the moonlight, resting upon her shoulders. Crisp green apple eyes peered out from under the silken hood. In silver on the back of her cloak, the letter, “A” was stitched in the utmost care. Within moments, she had reached her destination: the courtyard.
The silence of the night was never broken. Her impenetrable hazel eyes scanned the horizon and caught glimpse of what little magnificence it had to offer. The soft hues of blue stretched as far as she could see, and it brought a small smile to her crimson lips.
“It’s beautiful…” She whispered into the night, her breath visible in the cold.