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Expanded Backgrounds
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History
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Prelude
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You know what?
If your father taught high school theater, and your mother works
as a set-and-costume-designer for a local theater, you’re going to spend
one hell of a lot of time around people who are discussing props,
make-up, and whether that piece of furniture could be better used upstage
or backstage center. It was no
small wonder that Alexia turned into a theater-rat at an early age, and
kept going at it; especially since she had her parents backing and
support in the matter a great deal of the time.
While theater didn’t completely consume her life
(soccer, books on Roman and Greek mythology, and trips to the malls
helped fill in the time spaces that weren’t consumed with memorizing
lines or rehearsals) it certainly did take up a large chunk of it, and it
was no small wonder that since she spent so much time there, the majority
of her friends were in the theater as well, or other endeavors connected
to it.
While Elementary and Junior High were a breeze, the
pace kicked up to an almost ridiculous level in high school; to the point
that even her parents called her a busy-body. Around that time Alexia tackled anything she could get her
paws on be it theater, the news paper, the girls track and field team,
and lord knows how many other things – or how she managed to keep up with
it all. Things were eventually
dropped as time went on (she found she had absolutely no tolerance for
sprinting for no apparent reason, and that she couldn’t really tell the
difference between a Van Goh and a Dali anyway – the art students found
this hilarious) though she still kept tabs on a great deal of things, and
did take up tutoring other students in foreign languages.
Well, her rampant activity wasn’t for nothing. Amidst
all the extracurricular, she still kept her grades up well – more through
strength of will that she WOULD study for that bio exam so help her… -
than any natural genius on her own part, so she found herself
well-qualified for loans, but no scholarships were ever forthcoming. So on a loan, a prayer, and a lot of part-time
jobs, Alexia set off for collage.
Collage was… interesting. Not so jam-packed with activities as her high-school years
had been, but the ones she was in took more time. That and there was clubbing… and
having to live with her roommate, Chelsea. Chelsea was an art student, who – like Alexia – was an only
child and not used to sharing the same space. Naturally, things got ugly. Chelsea would leave her art supplies out, Alexia usually
left her clothes lying about. Bad
idea. Paint, charcoal, or pastels
usually ended up on clothes, which resulted in resounding fights between
the two. One occasion resulted in
a cat-fight of legendary proportions, that spilled into the hallway with
the other students about chanting “fight fight fight!”
It was rather strange how after that incident they
became good friends, but as such the universe works… of course, that’s
not to say they still didn’t get into fights, but for the most part they
got along better, and they stopped trying to gouge the others eyes out.
I bothered to mention that because after collage,
they’re still living together in a rented apartment, which pretty much
brings us up to what’s going on now.
Alexia has since graduated from University of the Arts with honors
in theater, and a minor in dance, and lives with Chelsea in their
itty-bitty apartment while working at Starbucks, and an art-supply store.
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Imbuing
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Most people, when going grocery shopping, generally
have the idea of getting food to stuff their stomachs with at a later
date instead of coming into contact with supernatural forces. Alexia was like most people in that
regard, except she really did come into contact with something
‘out there.’
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Aisle 5
THEY CONTROL
YOUR WORLD.
FREE IT.
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Aisle 5
BELIEVE YOUR EYES.
FOLLOW YOUR HEART.
BUT USE YOUR HEAD.
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And with the funny blinking isle sign, the world
ceased to be a happy fun place with booze, good parties, and
karaoke. Instead, it became a
place where moderately hot men who looked wrong to her somehow were being
chased by Men In Black who more or less confirmed every stereotype of
people terrified of secret government agencies. To make an odd story short, another woman down the isle (Maya) beaned one of the
Mib’s in the face with a block of cheese, Quinn (the ‘wrong’ looking man)
drew funny designs on the ground with his own blood causing one of them
to start hacking up blood. Maya
distracted the otherwise unoccupied Mib (“Just who do you think you
are?”) and Alexia grabbed the gun of the dieing Mib. Maya continued to hound and berate the
second Mib, which broke whatever trace it was it and it tossed Maya into
a shelf. Alexia kept the gun
trained on the remaining Mib, urging Quinn to flee the area. Alexia and Quinn are both shot, when a
bullet fired by the Mib passed through her upper left chest and into
Quinn’s arm. Alexia fired back –
showing ridiculously good aim for someone who has never held a gun before
– and killed it. Quinn hauls ass,
and Maya picks up the gun off the dead Mib. An obese collage student (Ian) who had been standing in the
background with an albino went to ask Alexia if she was alright. Alexia gets half-dragged out of Fresh
Fields between Maya and Ian. Maya
waves the gun from the dead Mib to clear the way, and for the second time
in two days, Ian finds himself in the middle of a chaotic mess caused by
people waving guns around in public places.
The trio head outside to Ian’s car, and Quinn – who
was about to escape on bike, asks to join them. Since no one really objects, he gets into the back with
Maya, and then does some strange mumbo-jumbo to keep an incoming Mib
Black Van of Doom from noticing their departure. They park in an deserted street, where
there is some talking, and Ian has a freaky encounter when – while trying
to staunch Alexia’s blood with some paper towels, his hand acts like a
magnet and sticks itself to her wound.
After some surprised yelps and shouting, Alexia reveals that she’s
actually a little better now, and the group again drives off to an empty
parking garage Quinn directs them too.
Maya and Ian go off to find some new clothes for
Alexia and Quinn – who have some witty conversation – before going to
Alexia’s apartment. More hashing
of the supernatural is had, and Quinn takes a shower before going to join
up with some friends of his for a trip to a safe-house, and a mandate
that he’d be visiting Alexia again later. Eventually, Ian gets a call from Alex, saying they need his
help, and Alexia and Maya wind up tagging along…
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Accomplishments
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Since then, Alexia has had something resembling a trance then a
seizure during which she revealed Tony's teenage daughter Danny was in
some sort of danger. Then she had the unique joy of tramping to
Evolution to look for said teenage daughter, and pulling the fire alarm
when things got (1) too violent and (2) it seemed that the place had
literally caught on fire somehow to get her fellow hunters, as well as
the innocent inside out of there.
Then there was a weird dream involving flying and
what-not. She found it to be rather neat, actually.
After that particularly interesting debacle, she was
found by Quinn during her morning shift at work, and they headed out for
lunch wherein there was hashing of the order of the world, and vaguely
disguised flirting.
Later on the same day, she got to sit and watch the
wedding tape provided by Vic (who she was actually rather annoyed with,
and wouldn't have objected too strenuously to Dom punching), she
had a brief flash-vision involving the wedding ring which primarily
involved a lot of corpses and not much else. Soon thereafter,
Johnathyn popped by, threats and deals were made, while Alexia hid
herself in a security room upstairs with Maya most of the ordeal.
Tony managed to strike a deal involving getting to see Reasoner, and a
good deal of money exchanged computerized bank accounts.
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Appearance
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Age:
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25
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Age
Imbued:
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25
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Hair:
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Dark red, wavy/crimped, mid-back
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Eyes:
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Dark brown
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Nationality:
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Irish (?)
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Height:
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5'8
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Weight:
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135 lbs
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Build:
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Curvy,
"leggy"
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Gender:
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Female
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Other
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Parents Names: Alice and Michael Evanson
Roomie: Chelsea Fellowes - art student, works in an
art museum and, of all things, McDonalds. On the shortish side with dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and
rather overweight – but with breasts you could hide a midget army under. Blunt and rather blustery, she’s
neatly Alexia’s opposite in every particular except in matters revolving
around keeping their apartment clean.
Her conversations with Alexia are usually something like: “Bitch.”
“Slut.” “Ho.” “Same thing.” “Whatever.”
Chelsea likes to answer the phone with the phrase, “Sluts and
whores, how may I help you?” Chel’s
parents didn’t find it amusing, but she continues to do it anyway. She takes time to get used to.
Jobs: Starbucks on 4th and South Street,
and Pearl on South Street
Friday Night Haunt: McGillin's old ale house,
13th and Drury
Hunter-Net Handle: Red_Gel404
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