Post by alexiafallon on Jul 1, 2012 17:10:42 GMT 1
Playby: (Gemma Arterton)
Name: Alexia Fallon
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Species: Homo Superior Superior
Physical Description: Alexia's skin almost glows with the warmth of the sun, her deep dark locks of chestnut are streaked with highlights of Auburn only lightened from the rays of the sun. Her eyes are bewitching and soulful some say that it appears, she carries an old soul within her. At first, glance she is a timeless beauty her features are soft angelic with full plump, and kissable lips tinted a deep natural pink. She stands 5'7" 125 lbs. Her body build is athletic and very tone from all the training and working out, she has done to keep herself in shape and aware of the dangers that are ever present in her life.
Attitude: Alexia is very vocal if she thinks you're being stupid expect to be told that. She's been taught to hold back is to end up dead. It's just how she was raised. Though it's not saying she won't follow orders cause she will definitely but if she thinks your going to get her killed and everyone else killed she will tell you. It's gotten her in trouble more times than she cares to remember. She fidgets if it's dark or shadowy. The constant flick of the lighter she carries is a nervous tick. It lets people know when she's uncomfortable, or thinking. Which she's always doing one thing or the other it's like a curse. From her evaluating situations to her simply trying to decide how best to kill you if you ever are turned. You can guarantee she has some scenario worked out in her head and just how many steps she will need to take to carry it out. She loves being out on patrols or helping if she is idle too long she becomes rather tense.
Abilities: Most of her abilities are like all other Homo superior superior's. She is faster than most humans, her speed affecting not only her movement, but her ability to learn as well. She catches on faster than others but excels in the use of a crossbow/archery. A keen shot to most of her targets she rarely misses unless forced to miss. She prefers the use of her bow and arrows over the loud bangs of weapons but is not opposed to using them when needed. Unbending habit of honing her talents and skills by training or fighting constantly.
Weaknesses include most human weaknesses, as well as she's afraid of water. If she can't see the bottom of it she will not go in or near it. Plenty of reasons for that just ask she will tell you. She suffers from Lygophobia, which is fear of the dark or shadows. She can't stand not being able to see and is often found with a refillable zippo lighter which she flicks open and closed repeatedly at night. Most of the time it's empty and simply something that keeps her calm. Searching occasionally for oils or fluid to replenish its ability to light. She also has a voracious appetite and hypoglycemia.
History: "Perfect knowledge is hallowed ground. It caresses and cradles you with the barbed wire of truth. It grazes and tears at your flesh as though it really mattered. As if there were anything you could have done to stop it from penetrating you so completely.
Revenge in the hands of your enemies is a loaded gun. You can beg for mercy, wave the white flag of surrender but the only true elixir for the vitriol they bestow is a measure of hatred dispensed of your own. Never lie down for the enemy. Never Hand them the knife with which to slaughter you."
These phrases are written upon a crinkled piece of paper resting within the hidden pockets of her coat. Sometimes she can be seen rereading them. Especially when she's not flicking or clicking that lighter. It is the only other item she has left of her mother and father. The two that raised her to be the fighter she is, and it's something she has lived by since their loss.
Alexia was born to Riviell and Lou Fallon. She was lucky and almost wasn't born when her mother ate some tainted fruit out in the wastes and almost died. She was saved only by the kindness of their group's healer. Her mother, however, didn't make it. Treated like a tomboy by her father from the time she could walk and help care for herself her father trained her in the art of combat and self-defense. He as well schooled her in the art of archery teaching her how to kill the shambling dead as quietly as she could so as not to get herself surrounded or hurt. For a while, they were a wandering band of misfits who kept moving never truly able to call a place home.
While they traveled across the wastes the band was constantly raided by others. They moved slowly over the lands stopping only long enough in one place or another to restock their supplies, barter, trade and to move again. When she was the age of seven Alexia, and her father's band of travelers came upon another band. The two clashed the deaths were many, and the undead came having scented the fresh blood and loud sounds upon the air. Alexia watched her father defend the others and fall as a meal beneath the hands of many dead before she was snatched up on horse back and carted away by Tiberius and Lydia Dixon. Lydia was the woman who had cared for her after her mother's death her husband was another guardian of their band of travelers. They were her only solace in a world of death being all she knew. Lydia took on Cato as well. A young man and friend of Alexia's through childhood. The two were raised to be fighters and scavengers for their small band of people.
Finally, the group made its way to the safety of another group the two banded together forming an alliance. For a while, all was peaceful among them, and they flourished. Lydia raised Alexia as their own Cato was kept around for social company to Alexia the two grew close. They trained with each other they traveled together, and the two had come to be something of young sweethearts as they had gotten older.
The last time she saw the Dixons they had led a raid out into the wastes for supplies. The only ones to come back were the walking dead. Fleeing their encampment that was now over run with zombies Cato and Alexia lost each other in the chaos that ensued. It was then she began to make her way to Haven. The one place she had heard tales of being safe and where they could make something of a living in these barren wastes. She aches for the loss of all her loved ones. She hopes to find Cato in some way if he is still alive. Only time will tell what will become of her.
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome
Species Code Word: Skinny caramel macchiato to go
Clarification Code Word: firefly
Citizens Laws and Vampire Laws Code Words: Vampires do not attack innocent humans.
Rp Sample: It was a dark deserted area. The cool wind drifted over the sandy dunes. The gentle breeze was betraying from the days previous heat. Long dark brown locks with traces of crimson were tucked beneath the old gatsby style cap that she kept of her adopted mothers. Her dark eyes scanned the horizon of the hills before her. It had been months since she had seen Cato or anyone else from her small band of family and friends she had grown up with. The sound is what warned her first as she heard the growling groan and the shuffling feet of the undead. Knocking an arrow against her bow's body, she pulled the cord slightly then shifted. Moving to prepare a better advantage. As well as give herself space to get away if there were too many, and she was unable to take them down. Alexia knew her limits and when there was to many she opted for the more sneaky tactic of avoidance. To say she wasn't scared was or would have been a lie. Every day, especially on her own now was nothing more than fear which only motivated her to survive.
Peeking over the dune, she spotted four undead shuffling about, The half eaten remains of whatever, or better yet whoever were scattered about, the glisten of blood on the sand glowed dark in the moons bright light. She knew, in the distance, there was a safe place ... Haven as it was called but the undead was between her and the shortest route. Frowning she checked her supply of ammo. The bullets were running low. She had yet the chance to barter for more or have time to settle in a place she could restock herself by milling more. A frown crossed her lips as she sighed lightly. Shifting to her bow, grabbing an arrow, she knocked it against the metal and took aim. The first would be easy it was when the others heard the fall, she would have to time this just right and keep her cool.
Careful aim the dark glint of her brow eyes glowed in the moons full glow. Pulling back she exhaled just as she released the arrow flying straight and true sinking deep into the eye socket and brain of her target. Dropping the undead to the ground. The others turned and began groaning and stumbling in her direction. She took aim for another and let loose not giving herself time to think about it. That one fell too. She took aim for the third and fell it as well but when she reached back she heard the low groan. A fifth and snuck up behind her then. She turned quickly extracting her knife. She hated the close combat, but it was a must. With a well-placed sweep of the legs, she took this one down driving her knife through it's eye and turning with a twist until she felt the pop of the decaying flesh and give of the brain. Cringing she shifted up just in time with the knock of another arrow and took down the last. Releasing a breath as she stood she carefully cleaned off her knife placing it back within the holster on her leg. Then moved forward to collect her arrows. Pulling them from the dead making sure they were all dead for good first she re-sheathed her arrows and headed on towards Haven.
She prayed that it wasn't the myth some of the others thought it was she wanted to meet others that resisted the vampire's safe havens and rule. As well, she just hoped to find or meet some of the others from her little band and prayed that she wasn't the only survivor. Glancing up to the moon, she felt that knot form in her throat, she missed Cato, she prayed he wasn't dead, but she had started to accept the fact that he very well might be. Giving a tug to the fingerless gloves she wore to help protect from cuts or scrapes. She double checked herself as she moved on careful to avoid any other things that might hold up her progress.
She was exhausted and tired, but she didn't stop until she reached Haven and had gotten within the walls of safety.
