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Haunted-Xander
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[2014-05-21 09:48:05 +0000 UTC]
"Is her own worst nightmare"
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# Statistics
Favourites: 33; Deviations: 52; Watchers: 737
Watching: 1073; Pageviews: 21101; Comments Made: 16517; Friends: 1073
# Interests
Tools of the Trade: Bow and Arrows; KnifeOther Interests: Archery
# About me
Name: Alexandria SpenceAge: 17
Height: 5'7"
Alex is considered to be very striking at first glance, though many people donβt get the chance to even say "Hi." to her. Her natural eye colour is blue, though sometimes she will use brown contacts as brown is one of her favourite eye colours. She is a self-taught fighter and will fight if the circumstance allows it. She always carries a blade in either her pocket or in her belt, depending the day or what she is wearing. She passes school easily, being a very intelligent girl but has no care in her future career or in what she wants to achieve.
She is very shy and although she comes across as aggressive, she has a heart which very few have ever seen. She cares very deeply and if she made friends, she would prove to be loyal to them. When at school, she sits alone and listens to music, closing her eyes from the world.
Some people have managed to break the marrier of her trust and they have earnt it. These people are ones whom she would give her life up for and whom show loyalty to her - the only aspect in life she asks for.
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This male nearly got shot the first time they met. He surprised her and his calm expression to her threats made her lower her bow and actually talk to the blonde male for once. This led to a friendship to quickly develop and she soon learned her was an angel as well. She trusts Jesse with her life and she knows that he is genuine with his friendship to her. He has always been there for her and she has absolute trust that he will never leave her side.
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This little guy really knows how to get on her nerves. The thick skulled kid surely knows when to pick a fight and finds it a hard time to stop. Buuut, this don't stop Alex loving him all the same.
Alex had a very close bond with her parents and she used to be able to talk to people freely. She was a popular girl and the attention she attracted was massive. Always polite and very caring, she made friends wherever she went. She worked on paintings and worked a lot with charcoal, always making new drawings from her imagination. Her parents requested she learn how to use a bow and arrow so she did just that. After entering competitions, she quickly found herself winning. Her father then gave her a special bow, equipped with matching hunting arrows and she finds this her most closest possession to her as well as her blade. Just after she turned 15, her parents were stabbed by people whom said they wanted important business information from. She watched in horror as after her parents denied innocently having it, were killed right in front of her. The attackers ran and it took Alex a few minutes before she could move to try and help her parents. It was too late for them when the ambulance came and Alex was later taken in for questioning.
A few relatives offered to take her in and she went with them. But she lost her light. Dying her hair black and just sitting alone for weeks at a time without speaking a word to anyone began to takes its toll on the relatives whom were looking after Alex. When they tried to ask her questions, she began becoming aggressive towards them and then at night, started a habit of walking the streets alone. She swore she would seek revenge one day, she would never trust another human again. Soon, she was kicked out and near her 17th birthday, she decided it was time to fend for herself. The only possessions she took with her are her bow, arrows and her knife.
She generally now lives within the borders of the street, though often she likes to go bunk with one of her mates for a night or two. She has learnt to survive night after night with using only the bare things she carries; her knife, bow and arrows.
# Comments
Comments: 7744
Happy Birthdayyyy! Have a wicked awesomeeeee day! Ο(ο½βΒ΄)Ο
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Happy Birthday!
oh sorry I mean
Β "Have an emo birthday" (In emotionless tone) Β
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((Thanks for reading the whole bio and sending a starter when watching me, you're the first to listen to that.))
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{Thats quite okay. I like to know the character beforehand and send a starter regarding it. C: I dislike it too when people are just like, 'thanks for the watch' it annoys me}
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((Right? I mean, just, I watched you for a reason, let's pay attention to that reason, yeah?))
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(( Idk if you're still active but I'm just gonna leave this starter [this is Denver's mun btw] ))
Raven had been wandering around town, of course under her guardian's supervision. As she walked around, she said nonsense. She accidentally bumped into Alex,"Oof!" She fell back, but stood up. She looked up, not sure about this person. She backed up near her guardian.
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(( These two almost look like they could easily be related, haha. ))
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{Oh my gosh, yes!! Wouldnt it be awesome if they were like... unknown bro and sis? If you catch my drift?}
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(( Oh my gosh yes. That'd be perfect. ))
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{Here, have a starter so the unknown siblings could meet}
Alex walked slowly, clutching her stomach in pain. She tried to wrap her coat around herself but her body wouldn't stop shuddering with cold. Her blue eyes walked along the streets and she searched for a place to curl up and die. It was dark and she shuddered violently again. Her hands were painted with a rich red of her wound and she tried taking another step. Why did she have to go down that unfamiliar street? It shamed her. Her bow and arrows were taken and she still help possession of the knife. In one last desperate need, she whispered softly, nearly choking, "Help..."
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(( The irony about this is, when I first made Denver as a normal character[not facecaimed], he always had a lost sister. The names and looks weren't the same to Alex, but it still is sort of ironic. ))
Denver had decided to take a small walk, and he spotted someone. Who was this? He walked over to where he saw her, and noticed Alex, injury and all. "Woa..What happened?!" He was always nice to people, and Alex wasn't going to be an exception. He gulped, not sure of what was entirely happening.
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{Hehe, and you know what else? Your character never knew his real parents. Alex's died a few years ago!}
Her azure eyes flickered up, holding her stomach and trying to smile slightly, but she couldn't. "K...Knife.." she whispered out, her body trembling
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(( This is very strange. xD ...If I remember the original character design right, THE SISTER I ORIGINALLY HAD FOR DENVER WAS 5'7 TOO! ))
"Dude..We need to get you to a hospital or something.." He was worried, and it was obvious in his voice.
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{*laughs hysterically* There you go, I made your lost sister <33 Without knowledge XD}
She stood up, back against the wall. "I..I hate h..hospitals..."
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(( Oh wow this is too perfect xD ))
Denver sighed,"Well..you do need to get help...And I don't know how to help in situations like you're in.."
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{I know!!! I am so glad they will find out.!! Whats he gonna say though when she says she lives on the streets though XD}
She shivered. "I..I c.can teach y..you.." she whispered softly, her eyes moving to the ground. Could she? She knew what to do but she didn't know if she would be.. awake
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(( Yeah, true. xD He'll probably invite her to stay with him ))
"A-Are you sure?" Denver wasn't the steadiest person ever, nor did he like having to attempt to do things like this.
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{And she will be like..." umm..." XD}
"Y.Yeah.... just d..don't take me to t..the hospital.." she begged. It was one of her pet fears.
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(( Haha xD ))
"I'll try to help as best I can, but I know I ain't really the best ever with stuff like this..." He sounded unsure, but he had made up his mind to respect what she wanted.
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She looked at him, his vision beginning to blur. "A..Alright...Y.You need alcohol... warm water... Cl..oth..."
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(( *her, you mean. ))
He nodded, listening to what she was saying. He knew he had to be quick but he needed to know what to do, of course.
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{Yes XD}
"N..needle and some sort of t..thread.... wash the w..wound first.. aply a..alcohol, then stitch it up a..and apply alcohol again..."
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He listened, nodding. He was also thinking of how he was going to be able to do this. The only good place he knew was his own house, but he knew that Alex wouldn't be able to walk there. He gulped, trying to figure out things in his mind.
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"D..Dont pour the alcohol on... I will m..murder you if you do... use a clean cloth or sponge.."
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"I won't. Um..Do you think you can make it if we go over to my house, which is not even a block away, or do you need help to even get there..? Here's not the best place to do this.."
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She placed a hand on the wall, levering herself off of it, one hand to her stomach. "I..I will try" she whispered
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Denver nodded, going to her side,"Lean on me if you need help."
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She placed a hand on his shoulder, her body shuddering with the effort
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Denver gently helped her to his house, it wasn't all that big, but it wasn't small either.
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She fought to keep consciousness, her eyes closing every now and then, briefly before she forced them open again. She really wasn't going to keep around too much longer
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Denver knew he had to act fast. He helped lay Alex on the couch, and he got the things he needed. He gulped, hoping he'd be able to help her in time.
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Her eyes were on him, though they were dazed and unfocused. She kept a hand to her wound. Both her singlet and jacket were covered in blood now, though, she could wash that later. She almost laughed to herself. She was dying and she was thinking on washing clothes? She was insane! He knife hung in her belt, though her arrows and bow were gone.
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He came back with the stuff he needed to help her. Rose, Denver's dog, was curious, but Denver had put up something to keep her out of the room as he did this. He gulped, knowing what he likely had to do.
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"J..Just do it.." she whispered out to him. She wouldn't feel it long anyway. Either the pain or the loss of blood would cause her to slip out anyway
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Denver nodded, starting on cleaning up Alex's wound.
(( Can we timeskip? Not too long, maybe after Denver finished cleaning her wound? I'm not really all that good with this kind of rp scene))
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{Of course~}
Alex was out, had been since he had finished applying the alcohol to her wound for the first time. It burnt terribly. So now, all she was was unconscious.
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Denver was aware of the fact she was going to be out for a while, he didn't blame her, or more rather her body, for not being able to handle how much that would have hurt. He was making sure she was still alive every now and then, just to make sure.
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She awoke, some time later. Her stomach ached terribly, but it was better. Her eyes had to adjust to the light, and she let slip a soft groan, her head pounding madly
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Denver had walked into the room just as she woke up, having just fed Rose. He smiled a bit, knowing she was awake. "Hey," he spoke.
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She closed her eyes, still adjusting. "Hey~" she said softly, her voice softer than normal
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Denver smiled, walking over to her,"How're you feeling? Besides hurt, because I'm pretty sure that's one of the things."
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She nodded lightly. "Not as bad as it was. Means you did well." she said softly. "I have a pounding headache.."
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He nodded,"That's good." He then sighed,"IS there anything you want to help it, or do you just wanna try to let it pass?"
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"Thankfully, you cannot do more.." she said quietly
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He nodded,"Alright."
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Her eyes gazed upon him. "You look.... familiar.."
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