Post by majormalice on May 19, 2009 14:59:07 GMT -5
D: i guess i'll capitalize my crap for alex.
Full Name: Alexavia Cunnings.
Nickname: Alex.
Age: Twenty three years, two months, three days. :3
Gender: Female.
Height: Five"eight.
Description: She has a somewhat slim build, due to excessive yoga during times when she gets bored. She's of paler skin, hardly any freckles, aside a few on her nose. Eyes are a darker brown, having a few tinted greens around the pupil, which blend in with pervious stated color. Hair is black, usually straightened and kept neat, longest strands barely reaching the base of her neck. Bangs, when allowed to hang in the face, go to the chin. They're usually parted off to the sides. She's got small feet, put is usually wearing pretty large boots.
Outfit: A tattered white tank top, ripped and cut short to hang before the belly button. Pants, now shorts, are black with faded grey mixed underneith. They were also ripped, and tattered strands of fabric hang from the knees. Shoes are more so exaggerated combat boots, reaching nearly all the way to the knees and with a thick platform on the bottom, which just adds to her already decent height. She has a fanny pack, grey, hanging off of her right hip.
Equipment: A hunting knife, more so a collectors item, which is about six inches long. She also has a gun, which she stripped from a victim that had tried to attack her. A simple handgun, along with ten bullets. Which Alex is not happy about in the least. Alex is also equipped with a few bandaids, some gause bandages, a tube of Neosporin ( like it would actually help! ), and some mild pain killers. Of course, the gause will only be used in extreme need. Thus why the cut she got from trying to climb out of her busted window was only given some Neosporin and part of her tanktop, along with some tissues. 8D
History: She grew up with her parents, like any other normal kid would. But, then again, she wasn't exactly normal. Alex started drawing when she was five. She started learning how to wear a mask when she was seven. She grew up an only child, nestled in books and papers, hidden from most of the world from her always busy parents. Upon entering highschool, she took a more fine tuned interest in the arts. Graduated, and then became an Art Major. Before the invasion, she had been living in a well furbished apartment that she had claimed for three years. Though even in that time, her sence of direction and yern to go outside remained quite low, so she has trouble remembering where the police station is. Yeah. Sucks to be her. :/ She usually stays in her art studio, one of the further back rooms in her apartment. She ended up staying in the kitchen/living/dining room when the invasion started. Cabinets and dressers and tables are stacted along the walls, and included in the mix are large and rather blank canvas pieces. Alex would never put an actual piece of art in front of a cracked window, thanks. A failed escape out of the window and onto the fire escape has left her standing at the island in her kitchen, rather annoyed and bored.
What kind of zombie they would most likely be: Hmn... That's a hard one. I don't really know. Alex has an odd personality. She's been wearing what she calls a 'mask' for a good, er... at least fifteen years now. She's not very expressionate, and doesn't really show much emotion... And, according to what I have found on the internets, Witches startle and cry and stuff... :/ But I think that would be yer best bet, yeah.
Other: Ah, yes, the Mask. :3 Alex doesn't enjoy people. She doesn't like them. So she has made a mask where she can fool practically anyone and everyone about her true feelings toward them. Yeah. That smile she gave you at the cash register was fake. The small twitch of a scowl, the barely heard growl of hate and annoyance, yeah, that was reality. Of course, this 'mask' rarely slips and falls. Even in the current state of panic, Alex isn't really reacting the way most people would be. She's eating cereal without milk, drawing on her kitchen counter, blinking absently while she stares out the one unblocked window, which leads to the fire escape. Though there are ways to penetrate her. All she needs is people who aren't afraid of her thoughts and her mask. Who don't take the small flicker of a smile as real. Who know that when she growls, all you have to do is growl back. Yep. x3
Man, that was really long and rambley. I don't even know what I'm doing and oh my gosh I just forgot about not capitalizing my crap. Dx
[/center]Full Name: Alexavia Cunnings.
Nickname: Alex.
Age: Twenty three years, two months, three days. :3
Gender: Female.
Height: Five"eight.
Description: She has a somewhat slim build, due to excessive yoga during times when she gets bored. She's of paler skin, hardly any freckles, aside a few on her nose. Eyes are a darker brown, having a few tinted greens around the pupil, which blend in with pervious stated color. Hair is black, usually straightened and kept neat, longest strands barely reaching the base of her neck. Bangs, when allowed to hang in the face, go to the chin. They're usually parted off to the sides. She's got small feet, put is usually wearing pretty large boots.
Outfit: A tattered white tank top, ripped and cut short to hang before the belly button. Pants, now shorts, are black with faded grey mixed underneith. They were also ripped, and tattered strands of fabric hang from the knees. Shoes are more so exaggerated combat boots, reaching nearly all the way to the knees and with a thick platform on the bottom, which just adds to her already decent height. She has a fanny pack, grey, hanging off of her right hip.
Equipment: A hunting knife, more so a collectors item, which is about six inches long. She also has a gun, which she stripped from a victim that had tried to attack her. A simple handgun, along with ten bullets. Which Alex is not happy about in the least. Alex is also equipped with a few bandaids, some gause bandages, a tube of Neosporin ( like it would actually help! ), and some mild pain killers. Of course, the gause will only be used in extreme need. Thus why the cut she got from trying to climb out of her busted window was only given some Neosporin and part of her tanktop, along with some tissues. 8D
History: She grew up with her parents, like any other normal kid would. But, then again, she wasn't exactly normal. Alex started drawing when she was five. She started learning how to wear a mask when she was seven. She grew up an only child, nestled in books and papers, hidden from most of the world from her always busy parents. Upon entering highschool, she took a more fine tuned interest in the arts. Graduated, and then became an Art Major. Before the invasion, she had been living in a well furbished apartment that she had claimed for three years. Though even in that time, her sence of direction and yern to go outside remained quite low, so she has trouble remembering where the police station is. Yeah. Sucks to be her. :/ She usually stays in her art studio, one of the further back rooms in her apartment. She ended up staying in the kitchen/living/dining room when the invasion started. Cabinets and dressers and tables are stacted along the walls, and included in the mix are large and rather blank canvas pieces. Alex would never put an actual piece of art in front of a cracked window, thanks. A failed escape out of the window and onto the fire escape has left her standing at the island in her kitchen, rather annoyed and bored.
What kind of zombie they would most likely be: Hmn... That's a hard one. I don't really know. Alex has an odd personality. She's been wearing what she calls a 'mask' for a good, er... at least fifteen years now. She's not very expressionate, and doesn't really show much emotion... And, according to what I have found on the internets, Witches startle and cry and stuff... :/ But I think that would be yer best bet, yeah.
Other: Ah, yes, the Mask. :3 Alex doesn't enjoy people. She doesn't like them. So she has made a mask where she can fool practically anyone and everyone about her true feelings toward them. Yeah. That smile she gave you at the cash register was fake. The small twitch of a scowl, the barely heard growl of hate and annoyance, yeah, that was reality. Of course, this 'mask' rarely slips and falls. Even in the current state of panic, Alex isn't really reacting the way most people would be. She's eating cereal without milk, drawing on her kitchen counter, blinking absently while she stares out the one unblocked window, which leads to the fire escape. Though there are ways to penetrate her. All she needs is people who aren't afraid of her thoughts and her mask. Who don't take the small flicker of a smile as real. Who know that when she growls, all you have to do is growl back. Yep. x3
Man, that was really long and rambley. I don't even know what I'm doing and oh my gosh I just forgot about not capitalizing my crap. Dx
yay, approved! and yes. :3 i draw a lot in my spare time. and during class. and when i'm supposed to be doing homework. and when my parents want me to wash dishes. uh-huh. xDD