AlexDeath
(#27760907)
Level 25 Banescale
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.43 m
Wingspan
7.12 m
Weight
540.64 kg
Genetics
Garnet
Ragged (Banescale)
Ragged (Banescale)
Obsidian
Tear (Banescale)
Tear (Banescale)
Obsidian
Fans (Banescale)
Fans (Banescale)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Banescale
Max Level
STR
111
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
82
INT
5
VIT
15
MND
5
Biography
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B I O G R A P H Y
Her heart pounded as she continued running, over fallen trees, around large rocks. A silver blade glistened red in the moonlight. She was no longer afraid, but instead, felt alive. Coming across a large dead oak tree in the middle of the forest she claimed it. Now she rains terror upon several cities. And as for her name, it is well known. Alexandra Cawtyl was a quiet girl living with her father since the age of 6 when her mother left her. She had always done good in school, she was practically apart of every club she could be. But, it wasn't because she was enthusiastic about school, she simply never wanted to go home. Her father became an alcoholic soon after her mother left. With becoming an alcoholic, he became physically and verbally abusive. He never had a good reason to beat her, but it greatly affected her anyway. She never wore anything other then grey skinny jeans, a old red t-shirt, converse with a black hoodie on top to hide the cuts and bruises. People at school often asked what happened when they saw a new bruise on her face or neck. Being as fearful as she was, she always had a excuse to what happened. This gave her an appearance of being purely accident prone. One night she had gotten home late and her father was passed out on the couch. Sighing in relief she made it to the back of the house where her room was. She was isolated from the rest of the house which she didn't mind. Her room was quiet and cold, a old mat laid on the floor acting as her bed with a single thin blanket to cover her. There was a single chain with a cuff near the corner of the room that her father installed. It was to keep her from running or if she tried fighting back. Sitting down she unpacked her bag and began to do her homework. While writing her essay she heard a familiar stumbling down the hall. Her father had woken up and was heading toward her room. She quickly moved away her papers so that nothing would happen to them and prayed that he would turn into his room instead of her own. Suddenly, all went quiet. Her door bursted open and her father stumbled into the room. He was in his late 30's and was rather big in size. A blood listed craze in his brown eyes. He was clearly as drunk as always as he neared Alexandra. But she could see something different. In his hand was a weapon. A silver kitchen knife. It became clear that his intentions where more than causing bruises. Something inside of her told her what she had to do and she trusted her instincts in order to save her life. With all of her strength she laid back and kicked him in the chest. The dazed drunk stumbled back dropping the knife which she had grabbed before he could realize what happened. Turning the knife on him as soon as he snapped out of his daze and backed him into the corner that held chain and cuff. Kicking him again she bought time to attach the chain to his wrist. Suddenly her fearful, panicked gaze shifted into murderous. She knelt down nearing her face to his own but remaining out of his reach. "Say Father, what is wrong? You seem to not understand. Here let me explain it." She grinned wickedly and brought the tip of the knife up to her eye. "You see Faher. I know what you want. It is this." Her vibrant blue eyes gleaned with danger. Before the man could say a thing she took the knife taking away her beautiful right eye letting him watch in horror. "Whats wrong Father? You seem horrified. Hey, why don't you tell me what Death is like?" With those words she turned the knife back on him and murdered him brutally. She took his heart leaving got whole and ran. When she reached the Dead Oak, she buried the heart and has continued killing. Unable to satisfy her need for revenge for all the pain caused to her. |
N O W
Some say that she is still out there to this day. Killing anyone in her way and stealing their hearts to add to her collection. Others say she's a myth, they were wrong. Now she's hiding in a new school, a new town, going by the name AD Wolf. Her hair was lightened to a light brown and her bangs hid her eye so that she wouldn't fit the description of her killer self. She's very quiet and seems perfectly normal. That is, unit nightfall. |
S E C R E T S
There is a dangerous creature in the wouods. It's teeth and claws are sharp and riddled with poisonous blood. It has large, very noticeable wounds that never heal. It 's most noticeable wound is the one on it's face. Flesh and muscle ripped from the skull on the left side of it's face. It's larger than any dire wolf and it's fur is black but shimmers red in the light. It is known as an Death Wolf. Alex is this very Death Wolf. Caused by her murderous outbreak she now transforms into this dangerous creature and kills in both forms. Stealing the hearts of her victims and storing them away throughout the forest and the Dead Oak. So beware when entering her forest. |
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