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Joined: Jan 2009 Gender: Female  Posts: 0 Location: Bored out of my mind Karma: 0 |  | Alexia Skarn « Thread Started on Jan 10, 2009, 6:23pm » | |
Name: Alexia Skarn Alias: Lexi Age: looks 19, is actually about 141 years old. Gender: Female Appearance: Lexi seems like a normal, average being. She doesn't seen special, at a distance. If you get close, you'd notice that her platinum blond hair actually seems to shift colors rapidly. Her eyes, her eyes never stay one color for long. Always changing from crimson to chocolate brown. Her skin isn't just ivory, it actually seems to have an ethereal glow to it. If she smiles, some would notice her canine teeth sharped to points, and that no matter how much she files them down, her nails always resemble claws. Other than that, she usually wears a cloak. If she were to take off the article of clothing, her large, leathery, grey wings could be seen. For a demon, she tries to hide hear features more than most would expect. Bio: When she was only about 80 years old, Lexi's family fled human prejudice. They came upon a 'clan' of other demons, whom accepted them rather quickly. But, after only 3 years, her mother died suddenly from a strange sickness. Lexi's father raised her as best as he could, but she never seemed to want to do as he wanted her to, she never wanted to become a fighter for their family, like he wished. Instead, she went on the path of a quick-learning healer. The fast-growing village of demons she lived in would always need a doctor, but they seemed to have enough fighters. Besides, the life of a medicine being seemed to suit the demon. But, a few days before she was going to leave to go out on her own, her father was murdered before her very eyes. So, instead of being the timid little girl she normally was, Lexi learned to defend herself before she left to find her father's murderer. After she avenged her parents, seeing as how her mother was poisoned by the same group with a grudge, she wandered around for a few years on her own, learning that it was better to hide your features than to beg for trouble. Race: Pure demon Class: Healing Magician. Sub-Class: Fighter...? Job: N/A Origin: Cylita Element: Hopefully Earth. Level: 1 EXP: 00/50
(Set your stats according to what's given on the Races and Classes thread. There's no numbers needed, I just need the ranges you have and I'll calculate your stats from there. Please keep in mind that your stats cannot be altered once you rank your stats. A NOTE: Class trumps Race. Fix accordingly.)
Attack: normal attack Defense: lower than average HP: normal Special: um...normal
Magical Attack: N/A Magical Defense: N/A Magical Special: N/A Magic Power: Higher than average
Spells: Heal I, Heal II, Protect
Items: Glaive Light cotton shirt with drawstrings at the top. (White, brown strings) Light-weight cloak (Dark green) Light-weight trousers (forest green) light, breathable leather boots, knee-high (dirty black)
Gold: 500
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Writing sample: Footsteps silently dashed across the rooftops of a secluded village, the sky above darkening in the rabily fleeing light. Crimson eyes stared ahead of the young woman as she lept from the roof she was perched on to land on a balcony below her. A lock of color-shifting hair fell from under her hood as clouds began to gather in the sky. The window before her was unlocked, luckily, so the girl pushed through, quietly running through the room. Below her, a door opened, and heavy footsteps were heard. Lexi growled under her breath as she hid. The door to the room opened, allowing a large, dangerous-looking man through. His mutilated featured turned nightmarish by the firelight of a few candles in the room. The human male sat down on a nearby bed and removed his cloak. Soon enough, he began unloading several items, short daggers, a wire-like object, and a bag of gold-stolen no doubt. Standing, the man ran a hand through his long, untamed, dirty, brown hair. His shirt had a few splotches of blood on it, indicating he was either in a fight, or had used his skills to make another kill. Rage boiled in Lexi as she stepped forward while he was turned. Her nails lengthened, and her teeth gnashed together. "Late night kill?" She smiled when his whole body stiffed over the sound of her sultry, low voice. He turned his green eyes to her, then stumbled back when he recognized she wasn't of his species. Firelight played over her features as she slowly made her way forward, her hand brushing his weapons on the bed. "Let me guess...you don't remember me." He still stared at her, terror deep in his eyes, obviously attempting to be hidden. "No." She grasped one of his daggers and lept on him, her face contorting in fury. "You murdered my mother, poisoned her. Then, a few years later, killed my father right before my eyes!" He grinned as he received this knowledge. "Now I remember you. You're the timid little girl who hid in the corner. What are you going to do, kill me?" He laughed. Lexi pressed the blade closer to his throat. "I'm not the same."
-Skips the gruesome parts in fear of little eyes-
The girl left his room, her skin pale, her body cold, blood covering her black cloak and grey clothing. She walked into a shop, bought another outfit, and quickly burned the evidence of her kill.
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