Post by wolf on Nov 29, 2007 16:15:55 GMT -5
Name: Alexis Baine
Sex:female
Age:24
Appearance:light brown hair with caramel highlights up in a French braid, sea green eyes, tall and thin with a black leather dress with studded belts around the shoulders, neck, waist and bottom of the dress. light mocha skin.
Weapons: flash grenades, blessed gun with silencer, several concealed daggers, demon sealing spells, tranquilizer gun
Items:cross, holy water, jar, flashlight, stake, silver, torch and lighter, log book, and a serrated black claw necklace that can sense paranormal activity
Home Base: investigator's house
History: Alexis(nickname Alex) was born into a long line of paranormal investigators. Since the Salem Witch Trials and before, her dad's side of the family had been slaying dragons and sealing ghosts. Her mom, on the other hand, was a perfectly normal civilian. The father, not wanting any secrets, told her of his lineage. She shrugged it off as a pastime or joke and they got on with their lives.
When Alex was seven, her dad told her about the family heritage. She couldn't wait to try it out, and begged her mom to let her. She thought that if Alex realized for herself that ghosts and such were not real, then she would move on to more normal little girl things. Her father took her out in the middle of the night to search empty houses for spirits. Alex spotted a spider web drifting in the breeze right above a staircase and tried to grab it, thinking it was a ghost. The next thing she knew, she was at home in her bed with a broken leg.
Her mother, her eyes bloodshot from crying and worry, insisted that the subject be permanently closed, and that they would never speak of anything paranormal again. Alex tried to hold on to the fantasy, but as she got older her parents convinced her it was just as fake as Santa or the Easter Bunny.
She went into middle school as a normal girl. She liked gossip, and the latest bands, but as she blended in more and more to her life, she realized how blind everyone around her seemed to be. Teachers put predictable questions on the tests, students barely thought enough to keep themselves alive and talking, even her friends didn't understand how life really worked. She became popular because of her natural intelligence and athletic abilities, but she still didn't find anything challenging. or worth actually doing.
One day, she was walking home, when she saw her father going into an abandoned house. She followed, curiously as he carefully climbed to the roof. When he got there, he ducked behind some fallen boxes. There, on the roof, was an alien. He armed a flash grenade and went in as soon as it had detonated. She looked on at the following struggle between the two with awe. Her dad had knocked the alien to the ground, and was aiming a tranquilizer at it, when a spaceship rose and hovered menacingly. It armed some sort of beam, and pointed it at her father. She raced out to get him, tears streaming from her eyes, and the last thing she saw of him was his sad face, looking at her, telling her it would be all right.
She woke up and realized it was dark. She inched forward, trying to remember what happened, when she felt the burned ground where her father once was and remembered everything. She started to cry, and search blindly in the dark for some trace of him. Then, her hand hit something jagged and sharp and she winced back. It had left a long, bloody rip in her palm She carefully picked it up and it glinted even though there was no light.. It was the long, curved claw of some animal. She hugged it to her chest. Her father always used to carry it around.
When the cops finally got around to trying to find her father, they did a horrible job.
After a day or so, they just forgot that he existed and labeled him an unsolved case in a little folder. She was furious. She still couldn't understand why her father was there that night, that was, until she found his loggings of all the monsters he had slain. She then remembered what he had told her, all those years ago. How she was from a long line of upholders of the peace and justice. How she was to put every harmful creature to a spotlight and show the world how to defend themselves against it.
From that day on, she trained and learned all she could about her father's ancient art. She became a prodigy in fighting skills and combat techniques. She graduated from one of the finest schools in the country, and to this day, she seeks out any and all humans, or any other life form that is harmful in any way to the whole of human kind.
Introduction: Alex raced as fast as she could after it. The black mass swerved around a corner and disappeared.
She knew better. She stopped, pretending to wonder where it was. A flash of light came from where she had just come from, but she ignored it and swirled around just in time to catch the thing on the shoulder with her gun. Because it was blessed, it would repel evil. It shrieked, slammed against the wall, and fell down. It was a banshee. She put a sealing spell on it, whispered the activating word, and the thing whithered and wailed until it was just a little wisp. She grabbed a jar and put it inside. Then, she marked a note in her book. This was the easiest one yet....
Sex:female
Age:24
Appearance:light brown hair with caramel highlights up in a French braid, sea green eyes, tall and thin with a black leather dress with studded belts around the shoulders, neck, waist and bottom of the dress. light mocha skin.
Weapons: flash grenades, blessed gun with silencer, several concealed daggers, demon sealing spells, tranquilizer gun
Items:cross, holy water, jar, flashlight, stake, silver, torch and lighter, log book, and a serrated black claw necklace that can sense paranormal activity
Home Base: investigator's house
History: Alexis(nickname Alex) was born into a long line of paranormal investigators. Since the Salem Witch Trials and before, her dad's side of the family had been slaying dragons and sealing ghosts. Her mom, on the other hand, was a perfectly normal civilian. The father, not wanting any secrets, told her of his lineage. She shrugged it off as a pastime or joke and they got on with their lives.
When Alex was seven, her dad told her about the family heritage. She couldn't wait to try it out, and begged her mom to let her. She thought that if Alex realized for herself that ghosts and such were not real, then she would move on to more normal little girl things. Her father took her out in the middle of the night to search empty houses for spirits. Alex spotted a spider web drifting in the breeze right above a staircase and tried to grab it, thinking it was a ghost. The next thing she knew, she was at home in her bed with a broken leg.
Her mother, her eyes bloodshot from crying and worry, insisted that the subject be permanently closed, and that they would never speak of anything paranormal again. Alex tried to hold on to the fantasy, but as she got older her parents convinced her it was just as fake as Santa or the Easter Bunny.
She went into middle school as a normal girl. She liked gossip, and the latest bands, but as she blended in more and more to her life, she realized how blind everyone around her seemed to be. Teachers put predictable questions on the tests, students barely thought enough to keep themselves alive and talking, even her friends didn't understand how life really worked. She became popular because of her natural intelligence and athletic abilities, but she still didn't find anything challenging. or worth actually doing.
One day, she was walking home, when she saw her father going into an abandoned house. She followed, curiously as he carefully climbed to the roof. When he got there, he ducked behind some fallen boxes. There, on the roof, was an alien. He armed a flash grenade and went in as soon as it had detonated. She looked on at the following struggle between the two with awe. Her dad had knocked the alien to the ground, and was aiming a tranquilizer at it, when a spaceship rose and hovered menacingly. It armed some sort of beam, and pointed it at her father. She raced out to get him, tears streaming from her eyes, and the last thing she saw of him was his sad face, looking at her, telling her it would be all right.
She woke up and realized it was dark. She inched forward, trying to remember what happened, when she felt the burned ground where her father once was and remembered everything. She started to cry, and search blindly in the dark for some trace of him. Then, her hand hit something jagged and sharp and she winced back. It had left a long, bloody rip in her palm She carefully picked it up and it glinted even though there was no light.. It was the long, curved claw of some animal. She hugged it to her chest. Her father always used to carry it around.
When the cops finally got around to trying to find her father, they did a horrible job.
After a day or so, they just forgot that he existed and labeled him an unsolved case in a little folder. She was furious. She still couldn't understand why her father was there that night, that was, until she found his loggings of all the monsters he had slain. She then remembered what he had told her, all those years ago. How she was from a long line of upholders of the peace and justice. How she was to put every harmful creature to a spotlight and show the world how to defend themselves against it.
From that day on, she trained and learned all she could about her father's ancient art. She became a prodigy in fighting skills and combat techniques. She graduated from one of the finest schools in the country, and to this day, she seeks out any and all humans, or any other life form that is harmful in any way to the whole of human kind.
Introduction: Alex raced as fast as she could after it. The black mass swerved around a corner and disappeared.
She knew better. She stopped, pretending to wonder where it was. A flash of light came from where she had just come from, but she ignored it and swirled around just in time to catch the thing on the shoulder with her gun. Because it was blessed, it would repel evil. It shrieked, slammed against the wall, and fell down. It was a banshee. She put a sealing spell on it, whispered the activating word, and the thing whithered and wailed until it was just a little wisp. She grabbed a jar and put it inside. Then, she marked a note in her book. This was the easiest one yet....