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Nickname/Alias: "Wasteland"
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Clans: None that have been identified, simply a nobody
Classification: Elusive Eight
Date of Birth: Early Autumn
Orientation: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
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Physical Build: An extremely toned woman, Alexius has defined abs and strong legs. She has obviously been training for years.
Weight: 5'7
Height: 138lbs
Hair Color: Dark brown to the point of appearing black with strips of white
Eye Color/Distinctions: Emerald green
Scars/piercings/markings: Alexius' left arm has been engulfed by flames, singing her flesh from her arm to the side of her face. Her right arm has been irreparably damaged as well.
Habits: When perturbed, the woman will begin running her finger between the glove and her bandage when outside of her armor; when in her armor, she will run her finger at the hem of her scarf
Personality: Alexius is the type of woman that has such an infectious laugh, it'd be hard not to chime in. She can carry an entire conversation with just her own words and not be any the less determined if another doesn't want to entertain. Motherly beyond recognition, Alexius coddles new members while also having them learn from her, making sure they know how to protect themselves but by giving them the nurturing environment they need. She is the epitome of a good soldier, keeping an eye out while she trains recruits to be the best they could possibly be, and never asking questions to the contrary. She has no opinion on Shifters or Runics, they are people that may go against the EE's commands or that will follow in line like a good civilian. She is a tool, one that does not question, and that is how it should be.
Sentinel... on the other hand is a loose cannon. The voice that inside of Alexius' head, Sentinel has no regard for chain of command, nor does she care for following orders when they do not suit her. Her lips are not pursed shut like the woman's, and she doesn't care about being motherly in the least. She is direct, gets the job done, but does nothing that is not already in her moral code. While that code is quite loose, Runics and Shifters that are just trying to survive that happen to step out of line are not high on her priority list. She would rather use her host's skills and talk to them, make them feel at home, and possibly get a drink. Sentinel's nose is turned up at orders that she knows should not be followed, and while Alexius' position in the Elusive Eight has remained, it is in question how much longer it will last with Sentinel taking shotgun.
Biography: Alexius was raised like most any other human that grew up in the yellow zone: always hungry, and always afraid. She lived in Arus, at the very outskirt of civilization before the red zone, surrounded by the forest. She thought herself safe there, thought she would be looked after when in the center of agriculture. Her family did not live in the center colony, but much closer to the forest, and the threat that lurked there. Alexius was only a few years old when she learned what it meant to grow her own food, fetch water from the many streams, and to cook. She loved it, if she were being honest. An honest day's living, a civilization, though flawed, that she could go to when her family needed to barter. It was a quiet life. A nice life.
The girl did not understand what it meant to live near to the forest until the ensuing attack on the colony. These were quite common, but not in the amount that came that day. Dozens of wolves made their way from the forest,
their stinking flesh washing over the colony in a wave. Unbelievable panic set in, the colony having not paid the academy or the Elusive Eight to protect them for some time due to the inactivity. The forest had not stirred in months, the threat had passed. But it did not. They were there, lurking, waiting. The forest had eyes, many eyes, and they had all been trained on the colony.
When they overran the colony, when Alexius witnessed what happened when someone was mauled to death, she was split in two. Calling herself Sentinel, it was she who took over in that moment. When Alexius came to, she was miles away from her colony, alive but not well. The excruciating pain gripped her heart like a vice, her eyes seeing mangled charred flesh. She collapsed into the snow, unwilling to move any further. If she were to die in that moment, Alexius thought she wouldn't mind one bit.
Until she had to. Awakening from her slumber, the girl looked about her with miserable awe. She was in a house, a legitimate house, with carpet and running water and a smiling man. Saved, she thought. Was this truly being saved? She would question while the man indoctrinated her into the Eight. She obeyed as her other questioned, volunteering more than most to go into the red zones. Her resolve was set, and she no longer questioned. There was nothing else but to fight, to kill. Wolves were the enemy, and she would be the one to obliterate their stench from the earth. This was her duty, and she would not question.
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Likes:
- Rain
- Fellow soldiers
- Sentinel
- Food
- Snow
Dislikes:
- Shifters
- Sentinel
- The forest
Fears:
- Fire
- Werewolf packs in the forest
Misc. Info: Not many people know what she looks like without her armor. Close allies wonder how she could be so different: looking intimidating inside of her suit, yet kind outside of it.
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