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Essentials

Basics

▌full/birth name
▌nicknames, if any
▌race (should be human)
▌gender/sex
▌age
▌occupation
▌character alignment


Appearance

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▌insert hair color
▌insert height and weight
▌typical clothing, including uniforms and makeup


Skills

List and describe any skills your character has. Any magical abilities (ie: conversing with ghosts) go here as well.


Ambitions

Your character's greatest wish, goal, aspiration, whatever. List up to three.


Secrets

A secret or deep fear, list up to three.


Personality

Describe your character's personality here.


Biography

Describe some of your character's history here. You don't have to cover everything, a few significant events is fine.



Relationships

Family

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Friends

▌List your character's friends, if any


Crushes

▌List your character's romantic interests, if any


Enemies

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Quote

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Music

▌Character's theme song, link to Youtube if you can

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Basic Info
xxx▌Aleksandria Lee Hayes
xxx▌Aleks
xxx▌Human
xxx▌Cis Female
xxx▌Sneak Thief
xxx▌Wealth and endless adventure. Aleks wants gamble her luck for luxuries that is more than worth the cost of her life. She wants the extreme, the feeling of non stop adrenaline pumping throw her daily, the thrill of being so close to being caught, being jailed.
xxx▌Chaotic Nuetral

Prompt Response
xxx▌Aleks smirks, brushing her hair behind her ears and scanning the skies. She remembered when she was naive and young, when she was so gullible as to entrust her wishes with a random meteorite that's course coincidentally entered and exited the Earth's atmosphere. It was the same age she believed that stars were actual bright yellow spheres or that the sun and the moon were never present at the same time because they disliked each other. Aleks closed her eyes anyways, the smirk never fading from her lips as she thought of a wish. "I want adventure," was the only wish, the only request that came to mind. And when she opened her eyes, halfheartedly expecting some form of change - a ball of light, more meteors, maybe a genie chilling in the sky - but when there was nothing, she sighed quietly. Really, now. Why would a 'shooting star' grant wishes? And even if it did, why should it grant her's? So she shrugged her shoulders, stretched, and pushed away from her windowsill. She could be her own shooting star. She'll just make her own wish come true, ******** the flying meteor mistaken for a ball of hot gas.

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Small window open wide, dark green curtains drawn back and tied, sunlight pouring in without the hindrance of any clouds, pale green eyes stared into the blindingly blue sky absently. Lazily peering out the paint chipped, white window of her drab, ratty apartment, Aleks yawned quietly. Her entire torso hung out over the ledge, her short brown hair whipping along to every gust of wind. What a sight it must of been for some nosy passersbys - a small young woman stretched out over a windowsill on her stomach staring at the sky since sunset. Not that she would have noticed anyone stopping to stare, nor did anyone do, she was too preoccupied with her thoughts.

Aleks was a peculiar person. To some, at least. She was quiet, somber. Kept to herself as much as possible, she mentally cringed at the word "friendship" and even more so at "relationship". Not particularly because she disliked people - which she claims that she does - but more so because she's awkward, unfriendly, and entirely too stubborn. No one in there right mind would happily approach a woman whose personality, voice, and attire are scream "half-assed". And really, it was. She bought clothes maybe a few times a year, if even that, and they were usually big a baggy, always ill fitting. Her words dripped with sarcasm and her expression usually kept it's same placidity unless someone did something pretty stupid to cause her to laugh. Not that she could change it. Well, actually, she could, but she didn't want to.

Aleks' phone beeped from behind her, causing her to lazily slide from the sill. She shuffled off and away from the windowsill, closing shut the windows and pulling the dark curtains closed, blocking out the sunlight and darkening the room. She stepped towards her mattress, which lied on the floor a few feet from the window. She picked up her phone, which was sitting on her untouched pillow, and turned it off, before dropping it back down. There was some important heist today, Arbiter was informing them about it before. Aleks paid as much attention as she could muster. Which was very little, which also means she has no idea what's actually going on except for the fact that they're going to rob the ******** out of some bank in the financial district. Oh, fun. No, really.

As Aleks went to her wardrobe, she peeled off her dark grey sweats and matching sweatshirt before opening the closet doors and pulling out a dark brown, pleather suitcase that contained her "costume". Her "costume" simply being some high end comfy s**t that was dark and flexible. As long as it was black and close to her body, she didn't give a damn what it was. And in this case, it was a super ******** tight cropped sweater, some tights, or whatever they're called, a ski mask, gloves, and a tight beanie to keep her hair down and away, all articles being, of course, black.

One by one, she pulled on her costume pieces. Pulling on her costume wasn't too hard, it was incredibly tight on her despite her thin frame, but once it was on, it was hard to get off (except the sweater. It's a sweater.) She had the beanie and skimask in her hands, deciding to get something to drink before putting it on. Aleks stretched her arms up and over her head, grasping for her back before jumping around and stretching her legs. If she was expected to participate in some big heist, she needed her muscles warmed up now instead of later. She usually left and warmed up when she got to her destination, while creating a plan in her head but today, she had to rely on Mockingbird and Arbiter. Not that she really minded, or anything. Really, she didn't.

Aleks sighed heavily.

After stretching, she kicked aside her shed clothing, put away the suitcase and closed the closet doors. By her mattress, on the ground, were her weapons. She left them on the wooden flooring after sharpening them a few hours ago. Pulling a belt around her waist, she attached her ice pick and switchblade. She swung her hips around, and adjusting them to make sure they didn't make any noise in case they hit her belt buckle. After she was cleared, she looked around her room one last time, to make sure she had everything. Clearing her throat, she stepped out of her room and pulled the door shut.

Heading into the living area of the apartment, she brewed herself a quick cup of black coffee in a foam cup and paced around the room, keeping her body warm. She was maybe a couple of minutes late. They could wait. Aleks downed her cup before crumpling the cup and tossing it into the trash bin and marching towards the door. Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she put on her ski mask and rolled on her beanie. She reached down in front of the door and pulled on her boots, lacing them up tightly and before rolling her ankles around and stomping. After assuring they were tight and not too stiff she straightened herself out. She, last minute, pulled a dark yellow sweatshirt off a wallhook besides the door and slid into it, pulling the hood over her beanie and pulling down her mask, so it was tucked under the hoodie. Thank the ******** heavens that sweatshirt was naturally puffy, and even with all the s**t that was going on underneath it, it wasn't that suspicious. She pulled it down over the switchblade but had to tuck the icepick into it.

It was going to be ******** sweltering.

Pulling open the front door, she stepped out into the blindingly bright lobby. She closed and locked her door and started down the hall and out the two entrance doors into Red Hook streets. She was well known in her neighborhood, so no one batted an eye at the short a** girl draped from head to toe in black. No, not well known, but she was seen often. And the petty criminals that lived around knew not to mess with her. Mostly because she usually never had any money on her, but partly because she gave off an aloof, mischievous air. She headed down the sidewalk, towards the bustling crowds of the working class, brushing shoulders with shitty thieves and rapists without a care in the world. She had nothing to worry about, she could defend herself.

As she could to the end of Red Hook, she needed to be more discreet in her walking. She couldn't just walk right into the financial district donning a ******** skimask and beanie. So she casually stepped into a brick alleyway wedged between a local fishery and a rundown barbershop. The alleyway was dark and rather long, so she was guaranteed an easy climb through the shadows without getting caught. The twists and turns of this specific alleyway was her favourite. All kinds of criminals lingered along the dark musky brick walls, awaiting some lost idiot.

A few more minutes of walking lead her right into the alley of the meeting point. Up ahead she could see the parents on the team and their talkative idiot. Upon closer inspection, she could see that Scox brought a ******** plate of cocoa. Aleks bit her lip to keep from snickering, he was probably having his a** handed to him. But the focus, for Aleks, was the plate of cocoa and whether or not she would be receiving any. She swaggered up to them, her attention entirely on the cocoa. She didn't need to give any kind of confirmation to Arbiter about anything, she thought. She never really did. As long as she was standing among them, which she was, he usually didn't b***h about it.




Mood - Thoughtful, bored
Thoughts - I could go for pizza.
State - Healthy
Action - Standing around her most bestest friends.


O.O.C : This is a little long because I rambled, but I promise the rest of the post will be a fraction of the size.

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Aleksandria Lee Hayes
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Essentials

Basics

▌Aleksandria Lee Hayes
▌Aleks
▌Human
▌(Cis) Female
▌Twenty
▌Sneak Thief (For hire)
▌Chaotic Nuetral


Appearance

▌Pale green
▌Coal Black
▌160cm | 52kg
▌Aleks is usually clad in large sweaters or sweatshirts when its cooler out, or t-shirts when it's warm. She wears a pair of (often well worn) straight-legged jeans, and a pair of boots or sandals, dark sneakers if she's walking far. Aleks doesn't wear make up, unless she was attending a formal event or wearing her costume, since she is too lazy to have to "paint" it on then scrub it off. If she is wearing her costume, she uses heavy dark liner and dark lipstick, simply because she won't be recognized. Her costume is very tight black sailor crop sweater with shoulder and elbow padding beneath, and thick black leggings with knee padding make up the main piece of the costume. Tight leather gloves, a neck to nose black ski mask, a black beanie (that she usually clips to her hair), and a set of laced leather boots with tracks for easy grip when climbing or running. The "costume" is mostly used when she performing her job


Skills

Aleks has enhanced sight and hearing. She can see perfectly in the dark and for farther distances. This also means she is more sensitive to bright lights than a normal human being. Her peripherals are also a tad clearer. She can also hear higher and lower frequencies, and can easily distinguish and relay whispers and muffled speaking from across a max of 30 feet in any direction, 35 if the sound/speaking is facing and/or in the direction of her ears. Even without her powers, Aleks is very flexible, very agile, and very coordinated. Because of her profession as a thief-for-hire, she has to keep her physique in top shape. She lacks some muscular strength, but just about makes up for in endurance and speed. Her light weight and sure grip makes it easier, and quicker, to carry herself across ceilings and walls using a small climbing pick, and a small, black switch blade when needed. She takes pride in her silence, both in movement and speech. She's quick-witted, strategic, and can easily weave lies.


Ambitions

A nice home, and endless adventure. Aleks wants gamble her luck for luxuries that is more than worth the cost of her life. She wants the extreme, the feeling of non stop adrenaline pumping throw her daily, the thrill of being so close to being caught, being jailed. And when she's done for the day, she wants to be able to come home to a place that is inviting to her only.


Secrets

Cannot keep eye contact with someone for more than a few seconds, for no particular reason. And, ironically, considering her profession, is terrified of falling. She often finds herself in smaller spaces, or higher up from the ground. It is possibly because she dislikes having to run into people. Or it's just comfortable.


Personality

Aleks is a stoic, introverted woman underneath a serene and extremely reserved exterior, often finding her cynical personality to restrict her in making new friends. Not that she would be able to keep them anyways - she's odd and tends not to speak often if given the chance. When she does speak, however, her words ooze sarcasm and sneer - coming off as a cold-hearted and incredibly rude woman, or disinterest making her seem either boring or constantly bored. She doesn't get angry often, a thief must have patience. Aleks has an otherwise nonchalant attitude with what she assumes is a lack of a sense of justice, and prefers little company - claiming to hate people, when really, she just never has the nerve to strike conversation with the intention of making an acquaintance.


Biography

Growing up in a small, run down neighborhood in Melbourne, Australia, Aleks more than appreciated stability and wealth. Her parents and sister both worked full-time to support a struggling family of four, worked their asses off to bring just enough food to their stomachs and clothes to their backs. And at eight, the family had moved to New York, USA, striving along with other lower and middle class Americans. Aleks decided that it should also her responsibility to help with the funds. While was too young for a job, unlike her older sister, she found that there were various other means of getting money. She settled on adding cash to her father's wallet straight from someone else's. Kids her age and up were stealing money and selling drugs at every corner on the streets. It was risky, but a hell of a lot easier than sitting around on the ground and begging strangers for money. So she watched the streets for years, swindling money out of old women and wealthy families that pitied a young, poor foreigner. And at age 13, she straight up stole money for the first time.

School was closed for the summer, and Aleks was a few running errands in the neighborhood. Upon entering a local, run-down convenience shop, she'd realized she was running too low on funds to afford anything on the shopping list. Looking over to the check-out counter, she saw that the register was wide open and unattended, the cashier having turned around rummaging for whatever. Aleks, without even thinking about it, reached around the counter and pulling a few bucks and pocketing them immediately. She wasn't caught, the cashier didn't suspect a thing. She walked home with heavier pockets, a triumphant attitude, and a new hobby.

When she graduated high school, Aleks had stolen enough money (and jewelry and clothing) to comfortably leave the house in the hands of her chubbier, oblivious parents. Her older sister had already moved out long before then, studying her a** off in a college a few states over. Aleks was an expert pick-pocket, a stoic swindler, and was just barely getting the hang of robbing stores in the dead of night. She decided to screw college and buy an apartment in Aldenburg.

Before becoming the cat burglar, or sneak thief, for hire that she was today, Aleks trained herself to become accustomed to climbing, flexing, stretching, or squeezing into odd positions or spaces, and running. Successful burglaries and heists required agile and fast movement, as well as quick thinking and physically narrow escaping. She kept in shape by using a local (and rather run down) gym, along with nightly runs. She keeps her break-ins to a minimum - usually once every 2-3 months. She prefers to steal money (sometimes food when she's lazy), instead of jewelry or clothing - unless, of course, she is hired. She has yet to be caught, though has come very close a handful of times.



Relationships

Family

▌Aleks parents live back in Melbourne, Australia. Her mother was very, very outgoing, chatty, and overall charismatic. Her father was more serious and calm, the yin to her yang. Aleks finds it interesting, and unrealistic, that they were an actual couple. Her parents do not know of her occupation - mainly because they lost contact months after they moved back to Australia. Alek's sister, Katrina, is in college and also keeps minimum contact.


Friends

▌None that are worth mentioning.


Crushes

▌None as of yet.


Enemies

▌None as of yet.



Trivia

Likes

▌Solitude.
▌Heights.
▌Sleeping.


Dislikes

▌Large bodies of waters. Or pools.
▌Chatty, obnoxious people.
▌Sunny weather.


Quote

▌"I could do that. Depends if you've got the money."


Music

▌Fake Tales of San Francisco - Arctic Monkeys

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Small window open wide, dark grey blinds drawn back and held high, and dim, cloudy sunlight pouring into the old room as pale green eyes stared into the grey sky absently. Lazily peering out the paint chipped, white-framed window of her drab, ratty apartment, Aleks yawned quietly and stretched her arms. Her entire torso hung out over the ledge, her short jet black hair hair whipping along to every muggy gust of wind. It was a hot day, warm enough for her to leave off her sweaters in favour of old, worn in t-shirts. Low thunder rippled across the sky, calming Aleks nerves. She loved these kind of days. The bleary mornings, soft rumbling thunder, the humid hot air that filled her room from outside. It was so comfortable and warm, it gave her a false sense of security.

Aleks was a peculiar person. To some, at least. She was quiet, somber. Kept to herself as much as possible, she mentally cringed at the word "friendship" and even more so at "relationship". Not particularly because she disliked people - which she claims that she does - but more so because she's awkward, unfriendly, and entirely too stubborn. No one in there right mind would happily approach a woman whose personality, voice, and attire screamed "half-assed". And really, it was. She bought clothes maybe a few times a year, if even that, and they were usually big a baggy, always ill fitting. Her words dripped with sarcasm, and her expression usually kept it's same placidity unless someone did something pretty stupid to cause her to laugh or smirk. Not that she could change it. Well, actually, she could, but she didn't want to. Maybe that was what made her come off as a half-assed woman. The fact that she didn't want to change.

Perhaps what also made her peculiar was that she was professional thief. Not one of those thieves you see on TV, adorned in black and white stripes that hold massive heists at well-known banks, nor is she the type of thief that wears a tight a** leather suit with high heels and over flowing sex appeal. She is simply a thief with a name not said often, but known, in the criminal streets of Aldenburg. A thief who is so lazy that she usually doesn't steal unless she is paid to. Or left money at home. Aleks smirked. It's funny that such a small, laidback woman stole valuables or documents or valuable documents for a living. And how she's yet to be caught is above her. A quiet roar of thunder intercepted her thoughts, if only for a few seconds. Then she began to think about food.

Aleks' phone beeped from behind her, finally bringing her attention away from her daily inward rambling, and causing her to lazily slide from the sill. She shuffled off and away from the windowsill, closing shut the windows and pulling the blinds down, blocking out the dreary sunlight and darkening the room. She stepped towards her mattress, which lied right on the floor, dressed with thin grey covers, even more pillows and a large black doona, a few feet from the window. She picked up her phone, which was sitting on her untouched pillow, and turned it off, before dropping it back down. Her phone suggested it was noon. Usually, that was the time Aleks awoke from a sporadic sleep. Today, however, it seems like she couldn't get any sleep at all. The dark bags under her eyes were going to be more evident than usual.

As Aleks went to her wardrobe in the corner of the room, she peeled off her dark grey sweats and blue, thin shirt before opening the closet doors and pulling out a dark t-shirt and a pair of worn blue jeans. She really needed to start wearing things that weren't worn to hell. She rummaged around in her limited closet, but came up with nothing. Well, she tried. Tried very hard. Aleks sighed heavily, closed the closet doors, and looked around her room before heading out the door. She pulled the door closed. In the living area of the apartment, she went straight for the cupboards for food. Well ********] There wasn't anything appealing, of course. Another reason for her to leave the house. She could go grocery shopping and pick up some breakfast along the way. Aleks closed the cupboards and went to the entrance of her apartment, feeling much more awake than when she left the room - despite never having slept in the first place.

Pulling open the front door, she stepped out into the blindingly bright lobby. She closed and locked her door and started down the hall and out the two entrance doors into East Aldenburg's residential area. She was rather well known in her neighborhood, so no one batted an eye at the small girl that only left the house a few times a week and returned late into the day. Not well known as in every knows and greets her everyday, but she was seen often and marked as some odd hermit-in-remission. And the petty criminals that lived around knew well not to mess with her. Partly because she usually never had much money or valuables on her, but mostly because she would always catch them. Among other solo criminals or large corrupt corporations, Aleks had a face that everyone recognized but never remembered, and also a face that you don't want to see half covered with a mask. It was a nice reputation.

So she casually stepped into a brick alleyway wedged between a local fishery run by a hearty and hairy man, and a rundown barbershop filled with snarky, sweet-hearted customers that mingled with it's dynamic owners, which led straight into the busiest belt of East Aldenburg. She headed down the sidewalk, towards the bustling crowds of the working class, brushing shoulders with shitty thieves and depressed business men as she made her way through the commuter belt and to a bus stop that would take her over High River and to the heart of West Aldenburg. Aleks plopped down into a seat in the surprisingly vacant bus with little grace. East Aldenburg was the rundown impoverished part of Aldenburg, while the West was more wealthy. Now, with Aleks' line of business and pay, she should and could be living in West A. However, she can't just live in the same area where she fishes. Living away from the hustle and bustle of construction, and in the neighborhood of likely criminals and poor yet cheerful families, Aleks couldn't help but choose the latter. It could be because she grew up the same and was used to the scene. She could never steal in East A, whether its because of the people or perhaps the fruitless grabs, she pretended she didn't know.

Her stop came quickly, and Aleks was up and out of her seat before the bus fulling halted. West A was busier than East A, of course, everyone spending their either menially-earned surplus on random s**t or their hard-earned cash on the basics in the shopping district, or heading to/from work in the financial district. Aleks went straight for the malls, which was bound to be crowded at noon, and looked around for something to eat. She walked along the marble flooring, passing all kinds of shops and stands. Something with bread. Anything with bread.





Mood -Thoughtful, hungry
Thoughts - It's very loud.
State - Healthy
Action - Walking around in the mall; looking for food.

O.O.C : Oh my god I finally posted. Hello everyone, this is Aleks, she's really ******** stupid, please torment her.

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Lemopi

Character's Name
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Essentials

Basics

▌Aleksandria Westfield
▌Aleks
▌Human
▌Female
▌21
▌occupation
▌chaotic nuetral


Appearance

▌green
▌insert hair color
▌insert height and weight
▌typical clothing, including uniforms and makeup


Skills

List and describe any skills your character has. Any magical abilities (ie: conversing with ghosts) go here as well.


Ambitions

Your character's greatest wish, goal, aspiration, whatever. List up to three.


Secrets

A secret or deep fear, list up to three.


Personality

Describe your character's personality here.


Biography

Describe some of your character's history here. You don't have to cover everything, a few significant events is fine.



Relationships

Family

▌List your character's family members and describe their relationship, if any


Friends

▌List your character's friends, if any


Crushes

▌List your character's romantic interests, if any


Enemies

▌List your character's enemies, if any



Trivia

Likes

▌info
▌info
▌info


Dislikes

▌info
▌info
▌info


Quote

▌Character quote


Music

▌Character's theme song, link to Youtube if you can

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✦ Aleks , Westfield

✦ Eighteen

✦ Faun

✦ Faun are a half human-half goat. From the waist down - starting a few inches bellow the navel - are a pair of black Capra legs, a short tail, and cloven feet. Atop this is a mostly human body with the exception of two short black and curled horns protruding her skull, pointier ears, and a thicker head of hair. Aleks abilities include being able to understand and communicate with mammals that aren't human, transform into a more human version of herself, and better sense of vision and smell which help when she is traveling at night.

✦ Aleks grew up in a large tight-knit family which was pretty uncommon for faun, and was the youngest of ten rambunctious faun children. Because of all the chaos that is ten kids and two parents, she was often overlooked and accidentally ignored. She never minded this, really, but it did give her time and space to explore the forest alone freely which made her more reserved. At age fifteen, faun are usually expected to leave their homes and live independently and she did reluctantly, instantly missing her eight siblings. Aleks has an otherwise nonchalant and serene, if not a little cynical attitude, and prefers little company - claiming to hate people, when really, she just never has the nerve to strike conversation with the intention of making friends.

✦ Aleks was nine years old. She was sporting that childlike gummy smile, bouncing up and down on the gravel and wailing her arms around to get her parents attention. Her brothers messily lined up beside her just as energetic, if not more so, and shoving each other around. Below them was a moderately steep grassy hill that led straight into a winding river.

Her father raised his dark arms, holding a twig one of the boys entrusted to him, before thrusting them down and shouting, "Go!"

A stampede of cheers erupted, ten pairs of hooves kicking up dirt and gravel and grass as they sprinted down the hill with all their might. Aleks was the smallest but lead the army of idiots down the hill. A few tripped and tumbled past her, others gave up on running and started rolling or resorted to just walking down the hill. The front few and Aleks were determined, each ready to win, running as fast as their little awkward legs would take them like their life depended on it. Beads of sweat poured down her face and arms as she sprinted as fast as she could, her smile never having left her face.

Her eldest brother, Tyler with the light brown fur and white horns, broke onto the river first, throwing his fists into the air and shouting in victory. Followed by the rollers and tumblers, and then the walkers. Aleks was in fourth, one place up from last week (she was really only in fifth last week because she got hit by a fly in her eye. Really.) and was too busy celebrating with everyone else to notice one of her siblings tumbling straight into the river and landing on her neck, before sinking straight to the bottom.

That night when only nine miserable returned home, a thick cloud of melancholy enveloped the family that would follow them for years.



[ and we'll still have the summer after all ]