Post by Alexis Ann Sattler on Jan 11, 2011 17:09:00 GMT -6
Name: Alexis Ann Sattler
Gender: female
Age: 18
Tribe: Night
Element: Shadows
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: green
Picture:
Personality: Alexis is a quiet person. She doesn’t talk much, but she’s a great listener. She’ll let you tell her any of your problems and you don’t have to worry about her telling everyone. She is amazing at keeping secrets, others and her own. She likes to use her shadows to hide herself from the world. She is a very reclusive person, and she has very few friends.
Likes: Alexis likes music, jazz in particular. She likes the dark, the shadows, anything to do with night and alone. She loves to be alone, and she tends to hide from the world around her. She loves animals, cats and birds the most. She feels she knows why the wolf cries, she feels she can sympathize with their pain. She believes that no one can really understand the wolf’s cries unless they have felt pain just as great as theirs.
Dislikes: Alexis hates the day, she can’t hide in it. She hates noisy places and people who won’t leave her to herself. She hates people who are overly cheerful around her, and people who don’t consider her own feelings before doing something. She hates people who think they are better than everyone else. Sometimes, she feels as if she just hates people in general.
History: Alexis started out a good life. Born to a small family in Greece, she had everything she could have wanted. She had a loving family, no siblings, a great bunch of friends, and the best home in the world. She had the most beautiful scenes out her window, and she knew she led a blessed life.
Then the bad things started to happen. When she was 9, her mother was told she had stage 4 cancer and only had 6 months to live. On the exact day that her mother died, her father was in a fatal car accident. He was care-flighted to the hospital, but he died the very next day. Suddenly, Alexis found herself with no where to go, and only at the age of 10.
She was brought to an orphanage by the coast and treated fairly well, but Alexis still wasn’t happy. She missed her parents, her friends. She missed her home, her town, her ocean. She wanted it all back, but she knew she would never see her small coast line, her smiling parents, her laughing friends, ever again. That part of her life was gone, ripped from her small hands by the cruel hands of fate.
Alexis grew depressed. She would not leave her room, had to be forced to eat. She gave up on life, not wanting to live after every thing had been taken from her. Several times, suicidal thoughts had crossed her mind. No one will miss me. They won’t even know I’m gone. No one will care, no one will cry. I am not worth anything to any one any more. I could kill myself right here and they would move on as if I had never been.
Alexis slowly lost her group on humanity, and she became nothing more than an empty shell of what was once a person. Then one night, about three years after her depression began, she heard the howl of the wolf. The cry rose high, and ever pleading call for help, for an end to the sadness that engulfed it’s life. Another voice joined, a sorrowful lament, the very embodiment of all things sorrow.
The howls from the wolves brought Alexis a little out of her depression. She saw that sitting there all day and night would do her no good at all, and neither would dying. Suddenly, Alexis saw something out of the corner of her eye, in the very corner of the room. Past all the sleeping kids, the shadows were moving, coming towards her, wrapping themselves around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. They wrapped lovingly around her, showing her that some one out there cared, even if they were just shadows. She felt a sudden urge to go outside, to get away from all of this.
So Alexis left the orphanage behind her and set out in her journey. The shadows guided her every step of the way. She quickly learned to control the shadows, letting them help her, and her to help them. The journey lasted for months, but soon, she was in a strange forest.
Alexis had no idea where they were, but the shadows reassured her that she was going the right way, so she continued to walk. Soon she heard a voice in the night.
Alexis...I can help you, Alexis... I can make everything better...I can make all the depression leave, Alexis...I can make it all better...All you have to do is accept me, Alexis...Let me take over, let me make it all go away...Then we can be happy together, Alexis...Then everything will be better...
The voice was quiet, insistent. A small, raspy whisper in the night. Alexis looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice. She couldn’t see anything. Her shadows reassured her that all was fine, but a small part of their feelings, a small portion in the back, had an uneasy feeling, as if he thought something was wrong.
The voice continued talking, saying her could make everything better if she would just accept him. Then a new voice appeared, this one with an owner. The owner stood at the edge of Alexis’ view, shrouded in a black cloak, her voice just as whispery as the first, but stronger, more comforting.
“Do not listen to him, Alexis. He is a demon, trying to take over your body so he can spread his evil across the world! He is just trying to use you, Alexis. If you let him take over, than you will be no more. He will have pushed your spirit away, taking your place. He will take your body, and no one will ever know what had happened to you!” said the new comer.
The demon became visible, inches before Alexis. He looked back at the woman and fled, leaving no trace of his presence behind. The woman just nodded and left. At the shadows urging, Alexis followed.
The next few weeks were a blur for Alexis. She found out about the tribes, about the war, about the other elementals. She was situated in the camp, and shown around. Now, she is 18. She spends every bit of her free time away from the world, hiding by herself. She has few friends, and she prefers it that way. She has no way to know what her future holds for her, but she rest assures in knowledge that the past, is nothing but that. The past.
Gender: female
Age: 18
Tribe: Night
Element: Shadows
Hair Color: brown
Eye Color: green
Picture:
Personality: Alexis is a quiet person. She doesn’t talk much, but she’s a great listener. She’ll let you tell her any of your problems and you don’t have to worry about her telling everyone. She is amazing at keeping secrets, others and her own. She likes to use her shadows to hide herself from the world. She is a very reclusive person, and she has very few friends.
Likes: Alexis likes music, jazz in particular. She likes the dark, the shadows, anything to do with night and alone. She loves to be alone, and she tends to hide from the world around her. She loves animals, cats and birds the most. She feels she knows why the wolf cries, she feels she can sympathize with their pain. She believes that no one can really understand the wolf’s cries unless they have felt pain just as great as theirs.
Dislikes: Alexis hates the day, she can’t hide in it. She hates noisy places and people who won’t leave her to herself. She hates people who are overly cheerful around her, and people who don’t consider her own feelings before doing something. She hates people who think they are better than everyone else. Sometimes, she feels as if she just hates people in general.
History: Alexis started out a good life. Born to a small family in Greece, she had everything she could have wanted. She had a loving family, no siblings, a great bunch of friends, and the best home in the world. She had the most beautiful scenes out her window, and she knew she led a blessed life.
Then the bad things started to happen. When she was 9, her mother was told she had stage 4 cancer and only had 6 months to live. On the exact day that her mother died, her father was in a fatal car accident. He was care-flighted to the hospital, but he died the very next day. Suddenly, Alexis found herself with no where to go, and only at the age of 10.
She was brought to an orphanage by the coast and treated fairly well, but Alexis still wasn’t happy. She missed her parents, her friends. She missed her home, her town, her ocean. She wanted it all back, but she knew she would never see her small coast line, her smiling parents, her laughing friends, ever again. That part of her life was gone, ripped from her small hands by the cruel hands of fate.
Alexis grew depressed. She would not leave her room, had to be forced to eat. She gave up on life, not wanting to live after every thing had been taken from her. Several times, suicidal thoughts had crossed her mind. No one will miss me. They won’t even know I’m gone. No one will care, no one will cry. I am not worth anything to any one any more. I could kill myself right here and they would move on as if I had never been.
Alexis slowly lost her group on humanity, and she became nothing more than an empty shell of what was once a person. Then one night, about three years after her depression began, she heard the howl of the wolf. The cry rose high, and ever pleading call for help, for an end to the sadness that engulfed it’s life. Another voice joined, a sorrowful lament, the very embodiment of all things sorrow.
The howls from the wolves brought Alexis a little out of her depression. She saw that sitting there all day and night would do her no good at all, and neither would dying. Suddenly, Alexis saw something out of the corner of her eye, in the very corner of the room. Past all the sleeping kids, the shadows were moving, coming towards her, wrapping themselves around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. They wrapped lovingly around her, showing her that some one out there cared, even if they were just shadows. She felt a sudden urge to go outside, to get away from all of this.
So Alexis left the orphanage behind her and set out in her journey. The shadows guided her every step of the way. She quickly learned to control the shadows, letting them help her, and her to help them. The journey lasted for months, but soon, she was in a strange forest.
Alexis had no idea where they were, but the shadows reassured her that she was going the right way, so she continued to walk. Soon she heard a voice in the night.
Alexis...I can help you, Alexis... I can make everything better...I can make all the depression leave, Alexis...I can make it all better...All you have to do is accept me, Alexis...Let me take over, let me make it all go away...Then we can be happy together, Alexis...Then everything will be better...
The voice was quiet, insistent. A small, raspy whisper in the night. Alexis looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice. She couldn’t see anything. Her shadows reassured her that all was fine, but a small part of their feelings, a small portion in the back, had an uneasy feeling, as if he thought something was wrong.
The voice continued talking, saying her could make everything better if she would just accept him. Then a new voice appeared, this one with an owner. The owner stood at the edge of Alexis’ view, shrouded in a black cloak, her voice just as whispery as the first, but stronger, more comforting.
“Do not listen to him, Alexis. He is a demon, trying to take over your body so he can spread his evil across the world! He is just trying to use you, Alexis. If you let him take over, than you will be no more. He will have pushed your spirit away, taking your place. He will take your body, and no one will ever know what had happened to you!” said the new comer.
The demon became visible, inches before Alexis. He looked back at the woman and fled, leaving no trace of his presence behind. The woman just nodded and left. At the shadows urging, Alexis followed.
The next few weeks were a blur for Alexis. She found out about the tribes, about the war, about the other elementals. She was situated in the camp, and shown around. Now, she is 18. She spends every bit of her free time away from the world, hiding by herself. She has few friends, and she prefers it that way. She has no way to know what her future holds for her, but she rest assures in knowledge that the past, is nothing but that. The past.
