PROMEISTER, alexandrie butler

PROMEISTER, alexandrie butler Oct 29, 2012 21:46:34 GMT -5

Post by ALEXANDRIE BUTLER on Oct 29, 2012 21:46:34 GMT -5

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★ D. O. B.: March 17

★ H E I G H T: 5 feet and 3 inches

★ W E I G H T: 162 lbs

★ A P P E A R A N C E: Lexa isn't exactly "skinny", but she often wears funky shoes, quirky hats, and has a rock star style about her. Her favorite article that she likes to wear is a simple jeweled rose necklace, which she received from her father. She never fails to have a pair of headphones somewhere on her. They are usually her favorite color red. She has several tattoos, though most are hidden by her clothing, but the ones most readily visible are the rose tattoos on her wrist and the Celtic symbol Five-fold on her right shoulder. She has a tattoo of a raven on the small of her back but she usually keeps it hidden from sight.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; font-family: Arial narrow; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase; background-color: 525252; border-bottom: 3px solid #f9f9f9;]★ PERSONALITY[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; padding: 10px; background-color: d5d5d5; font-family: arial; color: 313131; font-size: 11px;]★ G E N E R A L: Most people would think that Alexandrie's rock-star look and aura would make her mean and arrogant, but she is quite the opposite. Alexandrie is very humble, quiet, and pleasant. Around friends and select family, her real personality shows. She can be loud and more sociable around people she knows. Around others, she is usually more reserved and shy until she knows she can trust them and open up to them. She might not seem like a touchy person, but she wishes to have relationships with others even though she might not know how to. Upon meeting someone, she might be a bit judgmental and act accordingly. It is not often that she acts cold or indifferent upon meeting someone she does not like. She is very protective and willing to sacrifice herself for the safety of others. This is what happened with her ex-weapon, but she has no memory of him or the accident that nearly killed her. (9)

★ L I K E S & D I S L I K E S:

♥ cats
♥ roses
♥ water lilies
♥ loud music of her favorite genres
♥ coffee
♥ dancing
♥ singing
♥ books
♥ fires
♥ the color red
♥ night
♥ the woods
♥ sticky notes
♥ speaking french

✗ not being able to save someone
✗ being alone
✗ needles
✗ spiders
✗ the cold
✗ being misunderstood
✗ being ignored

★ H O B B I E S & H A B I T S:

⋆ singing
⋆ walking in the woods

⋆ tends to show a heavy French accent when angry
⋆ tends to carry around sticky notes to remember things
⋆ biting her nails when nervous
⋆ uncontrollable crying when hearing things relating to her ex-weapon, even though she doesn't remember him

★ S E C R E T S & F E A R S:

⋆ her guilty pleasure is French and Italian wines
⋆ she still sleeps with at least one light on

⋆ sleeping in the dark
⋆ forgetting someone else
⋆ losing someone important to her
⋆ being left behind

★ A M B I T I O N S:

⋆ to remember her ex-weapon and the "accident"
⋆ to make her father and uncle proud
⋆ to travel the world
⋆ to find her ex-weapon

Alexandrie was born on March 17, 1988 in Paris, France, where her mother died in childbirth. Being the only child of a very long line of meisters from her mother's side and only a select few on her father's side, her father tried to keep her away from the things that come with being a meister. From then, Alexandrie lived half the year with her father, and the other half with her Uncle John in Puno, Nevada

Her Uncle John was her mother's brother and Alexandrie (or Lexa, he called her often), was the center of his world. He was very protective and respected her father's wishes of keeping her away from her family's history of meisters. If only it were so easy. Alexandrie lived out in the desert with him, helping him with his ranch--namely the horses--and went to school in the city.

Her first experience of what her life was supposed to be was when she was walking home after archery practice at school. Uncle John's truck was in the shop, so Alexandrie had to take bus after bus to get home. Just before boarding the last bus home, she was distracted by a loud crash. Thinking an animal got hurt, she went to investigate. Walking down the alley and stopping half-way, she turned around to see only a woman behind her. Lexa noticed the way something was off about her. Before she could speak, the woman transformed into a hideous thing that she could never quite describe. Scared to death, Alexandrie did the only sensible thing she could do: scream.

Little did she know her uncle was on patrol with his weapon, Mia, who had heard the screams. They went running, not knowing it was his niece. By the time they got there, Lexa had been cornered. Left with no choice, they had to reveal themselves to Alexandrie in order to save her.

She watched the scene folding out in front of her. Everything seemed slowed as she watched her uncle and his friend fighting with the woman that had just tried to kill her--well, everything but the last bit of the battle, but she still heard everything. When the proverbial smoke had cleared, they returned to John's ranch, not a word spoken between them on the way there. Over a good four pots of coffee, John told his niece the truth: about her family, and the school they had attended for generations. She would be going there, to the Death Weapons and Meisters Academy. Certainly, she did not complain, being as excited as she was.

Once she arrived, she didn't have many problems with settling in. People had a hard time understanding her at times, though, due to her French accent, save for one person. This boy, Eric, would become Alexandrie's first friend. She found out that he was a weapon from Florida, and that honestly, he had a certain fondness for her accent. He also found out that she was related to John, who he'd met a few times before at the school.

How lucky they were to be paired up together! Their wavelengths were a perfect match. Thus was the start of a tale famous (and perhaps a bit sad).

They were quick to move to the top of their class, and almost just as quick to collect their ninety-nine souls. Their final soul would be coming from a fox witch, but to say that it was a hairy fight was an understatement. In the end, though, they got their witch's soul and a fair number of scratches and bruises. With a new position in the world came a new title: Apollo's Wrath. Why? Eric did turn into a bow, after all, and she was known for her interest in Greek mythology.

As they continued working together, they only continued to grow closer. Everyone urged them to become a couple, and some even tried over and over to get them to go on double dates. They always refused, though. It wasn't that they didn't have feelings for one another, but they didn't really want it in the public eye. Alexandrie and Eric did show some affections in private--nothing more than surreptitious kisses, a few movie nights and a bit of cuddling. Nobody found out, and they wanted it to stay that way.

But one fight would disrupt all of it, secret or no.

On one rainy and most ill-fortuned night, the duo were fighting one of the toughest kishin larva they'd ever faced. Both of their energies were draining fast, but the kishin's only seemed to replenish itself instantaneously. Just as Alexandrie was about to pull back the bow for another shot, she was suddenly thrown away from Eric, and he was knocked out cold. Through a hazy, blurred vision, she watched the kishin loom over to her partner. She felt defenseless, but she knew she wasn't. She could do something now; it wasn't like that time in the alley.

Aching all over, she got to her feet, and what felt like an eternity later, she was rushing over to help him, to protect him. She managed to keep it away for a moment, long enough to call out to her partner. Her shouting roused him to, but he could only manage to tell her to leave him. Of course, she ignored him, and she stood up. Away she went, the kishin following after her.

Now it was time for Eric to be the helpless observer.

She turned to face the kishin, and the last thing she could remember was this wave of blackness washing over her, and all of a sudden, she felt nothing. She didn't feel the jagged sword tearing through her body. She could only look off at Eric, faintly hearing him scream out his distress. Later, she didn't feel the doctors working on her, and she couldn't hear the slightest hint of the sobs her father let out. She lapsed into a coma, and not once did she ever feel Eric standing at her side.

Months passed before she finally came to. She stared at the faces that were looking on to her--her father, Uncle John, and...someone. She stared at the young stranger, blinking, and asked, "Who are you?" He looked hurt, and for the life of her, she couldn't figure out why.

"I'm...I'm just a fill-in for your doctor," he stammered, "I'll go get him." And he left.

They found that the attack and the resulting coma had left Alexandria with a certain amount of brain damage, as well as a case of selective amnesia. She could remember almost everything, but her former weapon was totally gone from her recollection. The doctors told her it would take time to fill in those blanks, but damn it all, she wanted it right away!

That was five months ago. After being released from the hospital, she felt lost and lonely. Her apartment was emptier than she remembered it being. Pictures were missing, she was sure of it. She could only find one of her and that stranger in the desert. From then on, she became somewhat obsessed, though still in a healthy manner. She'd sketch the man in the photo, the one that had been at her bed side, over and over again. There was some connection between them, and she could feel it in the very core of her being. After a month, she started searching for him. Four months later with no success, she's still looking. She has to be close to him by now, but whenever she feels she's found him, she hits a dead end. She has to find him. She has to remember who he was.

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★ S P E C I A L S O U L:

⋆ none

★ S P E C I A L A B I L I T I E S:

⋆ Apollon's Fléche; Soul Resonance with her partner. A sudden flash of golden light precedes her partner's brief transformation into a large silver bow with one arrow. Upon releasing the arrow, it splits into many arrows (anywhere from 20 to 50), that in turn relentlessly rip into the target. The pair rarely use this move due to its highly energy-consuming nature. It tends to take them a day or two to recharge after using it.
⋆ Thorny Torture; From Alexandrie's soul wavelength, she sprouts a vine with which she can entangle her foes while pricking them with the thorns that grow along them. Whoever is caught within its thorny embrace will feel the thorns digging into their skin, which can paralyze them long enough to allow her to escape (10 minutes, ~2 posts max)
⋆ Soul Locator; With only a brief meeting or memory of a person, she can close into a person's location by locking on to their soul wavelength. This ability extends only forty miles from where she is. However, she tends to avoid using this ability, as she prefers finding people through more traditional methods, which isn't helped by the instability of this move: its effects can range from knocking her out to temporarily disrupting her own soul's wavelength.

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[b]vocaloid[/b] - lily, [i]butler, alexandrie[/i]

★ N A M E: harley

★ C H A R A C T E R S: none
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Post by ALEXANDRIE BUTLER on Oct 29, 2012 21:46:34 GMT -5

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