Post by Alexandra Kempe on May 2, 2008 13:25:56 GMT -5
Name: Alexandra Kempe
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Standing (good, evil, or neutral): That really just depends on the situation. One would see her as evil because of what she’s done in her short life, but also as good because of. . . Feh, let’s just go with neutral.
Species: Human - Elemental
Personality: Alex is a pretty nice person at first glance. If she wanted to, she could charm her way into a top security prison and make everyone a diabetic from her sweetness. Okay, that’s an exaggeration but you get the picture. She has a dark history behind her and this other side of her personality is usually triggered by folks who are rude to her, insulting or just plain annoying. Her murder filled history is shocking and unusual, especially since she started so young. She is a genius, in every sense of the word, so it’s not too surprising that she didn’t get caught until she actually full out told the police, in graphic detail, about her adventures as a teenage serial killer.
General Appearance: (I don’t know if I’m allowed to put a photo here, but if I’m not, please just tell me and I’ll do it.)
History:
Alex‘s birth was normal enough. She was born on December 25, 1991, on Christmas morning. She had been a healthy little baby, weighing in at five pounds, seven ounces. She had no defects except for a birthmark on the center of her back in the curious shape of a mini skull. As she grew up, she met her uncle, who shall remained unnamed, the bastard, and soon grew to like him. Even though she was so young, barely four at the time that they‘d met, something about him made her want to stab him with her crayon. Don‘t ask.
The day came where the deed happened, one that turned her life around forever. Her uncle, closer than close to the family, had been visiting for the weekend of Christmas. During the night, while everyone else was asleep, he snuck into young Alexandra‘s room. She hadn‘t thought anything of it at the time, how it was wrong for him to be touching her like that. She didn‘t know any better. It was when he actually penetrated her that she realized what was going on. At that young age, she was smart. A genius already. She screamed but unfortunately, her parents didn‘t wake up. Her uncle had drugged them with their nightly wine, slipping in tasteless, odorless drugs into the rich liquid. Her uncle got away from the crime without punishment. She lost control the next morning. Her brain switched into a, you might call it, alternate personality. This other Alex killed her uncle. It was a hard deed to do, but she accomplished it with little trouble. It was getting rid of the body which troubled her and so she had to drag it into the bathroom and dump it into the tub. She wasn‘t stupid. She knew that it would have to be a clean kill, one that left no traces. The tub caught all the blood that came from his body as she cut him apart limb from limb. She quickly disposed of the remaining pieces of gore by means of the kitchen garbage disposal. It wasn‘t too hard. No one suspected anything.
As more time passed, she encountered several others in her childhood who were rude and cruel to her. She had developed quickly as a child, into teenage hood. By then, she had already done a great amount of unsolved murders, killing and cleaning up the scene perfectly, leaving not even a single DNA cell behind. She always wore gloves to leave no fingerprints, a hairnet to leave no hair behind, etc. She was too careless one night, having just finished off a conceited school prep. She had cut up the girls body, drained it of blood and chained the corpse to the underbelly of an 18-wheeler, which was, she knew, on it‘s way to Texas that morning, a mere two hours from then. They had found the body, burnt and torn apart from the chains and the heat from the truck and investigated. Since she had known the girl personally, she was the first to be singled out.
In her bathroom, they had found a pair of pliers, a bottle of bleach and a school ruler that she had used in the murder of the girl. They also found a library card which belonged to her uncle, stained with blood. She made a run for it. Somehow, she‘d gotten away, slipping into the woods behind her house and darting through the trees. Only 16 years old and she had already murdered, quite brutally, seventeen people.
How she ended up where she is now remains a mystery.
Sample RP:
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Standing (good, evil, or neutral): That really just depends on the situation. One would see her as evil because of what she’s done in her short life, but also as good because of. . . Feh, let’s just go with neutral.
Species: Human - Elemental
Personality: Alex is a pretty nice person at first glance. If she wanted to, she could charm her way into a top security prison and make everyone a diabetic from her sweetness. Okay, that’s an exaggeration but you get the picture. She has a dark history behind her and this other side of her personality is usually triggered by folks who are rude to her, insulting or just plain annoying. Her murder filled history is shocking and unusual, especially since she started so young. She is a genius, in every sense of the word, so it’s not too surprising that she didn’t get caught until she actually full out told the police, in graphic detail, about her adventures as a teenage serial killer.
General Appearance: (I don’t know if I’m allowed to put a photo here, but if I’m not, please just tell me and I’ll do it.)
History:
Alex‘s birth was normal enough. She was born on December 25, 1991, on Christmas morning. She had been a healthy little baby, weighing in at five pounds, seven ounces. She had no defects except for a birthmark on the center of her back in the curious shape of a mini skull. As she grew up, she met her uncle, who shall remained unnamed, the bastard, and soon grew to like him. Even though she was so young, barely four at the time that they‘d met, something about him made her want to stab him with her crayon. Don‘t ask.
The day came where the deed happened, one that turned her life around forever. Her uncle, closer than close to the family, had been visiting for the weekend of Christmas. During the night, while everyone else was asleep, he snuck into young Alexandra‘s room. She hadn‘t thought anything of it at the time, how it was wrong for him to be touching her like that. She didn‘t know any better. It was when he actually penetrated her that she realized what was going on. At that young age, she was smart. A genius already. She screamed but unfortunately, her parents didn‘t wake up. Her uncle had drugged them with their nightly wine, slipping in tasteless, odorless drugs into the rich liquid. Her uncle got away from the crime without punishment. She lost control the next morning. Her brain switched into a, you might call it, alternate personality. This other Alex killed her uncle. It was a hard deed to do, but she accomplished it with little trouble. It was getting rid of the body which troubled her and so she had to drag it into the bathroom and dump it into the tub. She wasn‘t stupid. She knew that it would have to be a clean kill, one that left no traces. The tub caught all the blood that came from his body as she cut him apart limb from limb. She quickly disposed of the remaining pieces of gore by means of the kitchen garbage disposal. It wasn‘t too hard. No one suspected anything.
As more time passed, she encountered several others in her childhood who were rude and cruel to her. She had developed quickly as a child, into teenage hood. By then, she had already done a great amount of unsolved murders, killing and cleaning up the scene perfectly, leaving not even a single DNA cell behind. She always wore gloves to leave no fingerprints, a hairnet to leave no hair behind, etc. She was too careless one night, having just finished off a conceited school prep. She had cut up the girls body, drained it of blood and chained the corpse to the underbelly of an 18-wheeler, which was, she knew, on it‘s way to Texas that morning, a mere two hours from then. They had found the body, burnt and torn apart from the chains and the heat from the truck and investigated. Since she had known the girl personally, she was the first to be singled out.
In her bathroom, they had found a pair of pliers, a bottle of bleach and a school ruler that she had used in the murder of the girl. They also found a library card which belonged to her uncle, stained with blood. She made a run for it. Somehow, she‘d gotten away, slipping into the woods behind her house and darting through the trees. Only 16 years old and she had already murdered, quite brutally, seventeen people.
How she ended up where she is now remains a mystery.
Sample RP:
Growling to herself in frustration as the target went out of range, Liliha Cullen’s deep ruby eyes narrowed as a small plume of smoke came from the ground not too far away. She needed control. Discipline. Training. And doing this wasn’t helping. With each passing second, she could feel her body heat up in the training room, a definite sign that Terry was growing angry at Liliha for not being able to harness the power that she had.
Liliha, you’re weak! Control the fire as it appears! Liliha growled low in her throat. This would be so much easier if she had a partner. Seething, her hands clenched tightly and a large spark jumped in front of her. Letting out a long, deep sigh, she decided to try something easier. How about just lighting candles without a lighter? That may work. She could hear Terry laughing, the sound loud and obnoxious in her ears. She’d never learn how to control Terry’s power if she couldn’t get Terry in check. She was downgrading her! Laughing at her attempts and making her angry at both her and the fire.
Turning swiftly on her heels, Liliha ignored the taunting laughter deep in her cerebellum and shook her head. She was getting too old for this. If she didn’t learn how to control herself soon, she wouldn’t be able to at all.
“You know, not everyone is as good at controlling fire as you are, Terry. I’ve known about you guys for a decade at least. This is the first time you even try to help me control the flames.” Liliha sighed, cracking her knuckles and rotating her neck to release the pent up tension.
Yeah, well, not everyone is as perfect as I am. Liliha almost fell at the words.
“WHAT!?” She demanded loudly, spinning around and glaring at empty space. Heat bubbling up inside of her gut, she let out a sudden shriek and threw her hands forward in a moment of rage and disbelief. White hot fire hurled from her palms, heating up the air rapidly like a lightning bolt and causing a clap of thunder to echo through the room, shaking the area from the sheer force of the sound waves. Breathing heavily, Liliha slid down to her knees, slamming her fists down with such force that she could have sworn that the ground had cracked beneath her fists. Lifting her hands in surprise at her outburst, she could hear a slow clapping and looked around for the source. She was hearing things. She had to get out of here.
Liliha, you’re weak! Control the fire as it appears! Liliha growled low in her throat. This would be so much easier if she had a partner. Seething, her hands clenched tightly and a large spark jumped in front of her. Letting out a long, deep sigh, she decided to try something easier. How about just lighting candles without a lighter? That may work. She could hear Terry laughing, the sound loud and obnoxious in her ears. She’d never learn how to control Terry’s power if she couldn’t get Terry in check. She was downgrading her! Laughing at her attempts and making her angry at both her and the fire.
Turning swiftly on her heels, Liliha ignored the taunting laughter deep in her cerebellum and shook her head. She was getting too old for this. If she didn’t learn how to control herself soon, she wouldn’t be able to at all.
“You know, not everyone is as good at controlling fire as you are, Terry. I’ve known about you guys for a decade at least. This is the first time you even try to help me control the flames.” Liliha sighed, cracking her knuckles and rotating her neck to release the pent up tension.
Yeah, well, not everyone is as perfect as I am. Liliha almost fell at the words.
“WHAT!?” She demanded loudly, spinning around and glaring at empty space. Heat bubbling up inside of her gut, she let out a sudden shriek and threw her hands forward in a moment of rage and disbelief. White hot fire hurled from her palms, heating up the air rapidly like a lightning bolt and causing a clap of thunder to echo through the room, shaking the area from the sheer force of the sound waves. Breathing heavily, Liliha slid down to her knees, slamming her fists down with such force that she could have sworn that the ground had cracked beneath her fists. Lifting her hands in surprise at her outburst, she could hear a slow clapping and looked around for the source. She was hearing things. She had to get out of here.
