Post by ALEXIA ♥ SOLHEIM on Jan 25, 2013 22:17:21 GMT -6
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Name» Alexia Ave Solheim[/size]
Nicknames» Alexia actually prefers to be called ‘Lexie’. Her given name reminds her far too much of her parents for her taste.
Age» 23 years old
Birthday» March 7th, Pisces.
Gender» Female
Orientation» Heterosexual
Species» Born witch
Abilities» Generations of inbreeding within the Solheim family with the intention of creating powerful witches has certainly paid off in the case of Alexia. Born a prodigy in the arts of spellcraft, for a mortal witch, she’s extremely potent – to the extent that she has trouble reigning in her abilities, hence her enrollment at St. Gabriels.
Occupation« Student
Class Year« College freshmen (‘Homeschooled’ throughout adolescence. GPA of 4.0)
Political Views« Heavily against
Class Year« College freshmen (‘Homeschooled’ throughout adolescence. GPA of 4.0)
Political Views« Heavily against
Hair Color« Strawberry blonde, she dyes it red sometimes though.
Eye Color« Pale, minty green.
Height« 5’8
Trademarks« She has her ears pierced, and her nose pierced, but nothing other than that.
Playby« Evan Rachel Wood
Likes«
+Her family
+Her power
+Manipulating events
+Reading
+Coffee
+Cigarettes
+Musical theory
+Fine art
+Drowning her sorrows in hard liquor
Dislikes«
+Her family
+Holy Cross (She doesn’t mind regular Christianity however.)
+Arrogance
+Ignorance
+Bigotry
+Her mother in particular
+Being alone
+Being disregarded
+Being beaten at something
Strengths«
+Funny
+Powerful
+Cunning
+Perceptive
Weaknesses«
+Emotionally distant from others
+Easily depressed
+Mentally unstable
+‘Daddy’ issues
+Unhealthy relationship with her older brother
+Naïve when it comes to love
+Anger issues
+Unable to fully control the immense power within her
+Her family
+Her power
+Manipulating events
+Reading
+Coffee
+Cigarettes
+Musical theory
+Fine art
+Drowning her sorrows in hard liquor
Dislikes«
+Her family
+Holy Cross (She doesn’t mind regular Christianity however.)
+Arrogance
+Ignorance
+Bigotry
+Her mother in particular
+Being alone
+Being disregarded
+Being beaten at something
Strengths«
+Funny
+Powerful
+Cunning
+Perceptive
Weaknesses«
+Emotionally distant from others
+Easily depressed
+Mentally unstable
+‘Daddy’ issues
+Unhealthy relationship with her older brother
+Naïve when it comes to love
+Anger issues
+Unable to fully control the immense power within her
Mother» Vivian Solheim
Father» Vivian’s brother Gregory
Siblings» Alexia has 4 siblings: one younger sister, two younger brothers and one older brother.
Children» N/A
Other» N/A
Home» Her family has a large mansion out near the small town of Sleepy Hollow in New York, built in the Victorian era, it’s a wonder of stone, wood and antique furnishings. Several generations of her family still live there, from Great-great-grandparents down to her. That’s ‘home’ though the word has a different meaning for Lexie.
History»
The Solheim family was almost a world power once. Their lineage dates back over 1000 years to the Battle of Clontarf in Ireland, where the patriarch of the family: Aexjor Solheim won honors and nobility for himself and all his kin when he slew three vampires. But even then, witchcraft had wormed its way into the family. Aexjor was a man with needs, and when a seductive enchantress set her charms upon him, he was helpless to resist; and it was in this way that the Solheim’s legacy would be created and brought low at the same time.
The Viking and the sorceress had many children, each born with a fragment of the power the sorceress had which developed into their own magic as they reached adulthood. But this wasn’t enough for the sorceress, to simply seed her power into the world, she had to have more. She was a vain woman, and she had to know that she would change the world, and so; recklessly, she did. A ritual by secret light of the moon brought this about. She placed a spell over her family, so that the next generation would inherit a great deal of all the power of the last, creating a snowball effect that continued for centuries. In an effort to keep the bloodline pure, to keep the magic from being diluted by the blood of mundanes, she subtly encouraged her children towards incest, and it worked for the most part.
It became a Solheim tradition to wed the eldest daughter to the eldest brother, letting any younger siblings pick and choose who they became involved with. Magic was used at every pregnancy to prevent physical and the most serious of mental birth defects, though insanity has begun to slip through the cracks. Fast forward several centuries to 2021, and Alexia Solheim. Second child to Vivian and Gregory Solheim, and their eldest daughter, she inherited a great amount of magical power.
But there was a problem.
Alexia’s power is tied to her emotions. She has to conjure up her powers to use them to their full extent, but if she loses control of herself, things can happen. This is all exacerbated by the fact that Alexia has been diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder and Anger management issues.
While not typically dangerous in most people, these two problems are diagnosed, treated and those who live with them go on with their lives. That doesn’t work with Alexia. Her shifting moods have a dark effect with her power, and she’s done horrible things to people simply because she was having a ‘bad’ day. From causing ‘accidents’ to happen, to causing expectant mothers to have sudden miscarriages, to – at one point – setting a man on fire, Alexia lives a great amount of guilt and repentance over the things she’s done.
Extremely intelligent, with nearly perfect grades, Alexia has been enrolled in St. Gabriels. Her family is well-aware of what St. Gabriels is, and who runs it, which is why they want their most ‘prized’ witch there. But Alexia didn’t come alone. All of her siblings, all powerful spellcasters in their own right were enrolled along with her, and Alexia’s brutal love/hate relationship with her older brother has only gotten worse now that they’re out of their parents watchful eye.
Alexia wants to be able to fall in love with who she wants, whoever that may be.
But her family has other plans. Her child after all, would be quite the prize for the power-hungry aristocracy that are the Solheim’s.
RP Sample»
[THIS IS FROM A SITE CALLED OVERWHELMING HOSTILITY. IT’S A SKYRIM BASED RP, SO IF YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING, THAT’S WHY. THIS IS MOSTLY JUST A SAMPLE OF MY WRITING STYLE. ALSO, YES, MY POSTS ARE PRETTIER THAN THIS COPY/PASTE. XDXDXDXD]
100 years…
It was nothing and yet everything as the figure walked through the ankle deep snow, feet as bare as the day she was brought forth into the world. She no longer felt the cold, she no longer felt the sting of death, of frost, of the old night.
The guards hardly noticed the woman, beyond the fact that she wore no cloak and no boots or shoes. In truth, Lamae wore very little. A diaphanous gown, knee length, torn and black as night, wispy and whipping about her in the blizzard quickly moving into town. She had always been unassuming, easy to underestimate. Whip-thin, with androgynous, semi-beautiful features, pale of skin and paler of hair with eyes like rubies glittering in the light of the stars.
100 years…
Ten decades of her unnaturally long life taken from her by the curse of that fool Harkon. Unable to defeat her, unable to bring about her end, he cursed her to sleep as long as he walked amongst the living.
If you can’t destroy the threat, lock it up and throw away the key. Her lips curled into a hateful grimace, and the rage poured undiluted through her veins. She was the First, she was the one that mattered, not him and his two whores. They had subverted her authority, gone to Molag Bal and asked for the change.
They became Pure and it was defilement to her dogma.
She should’ve killed him; she should torn the spine and skull from his body and raped what meat was left behind. But what could she do when he had used an Elder Scroll as the basis for his curse?
Her hatred was red and hot. He had made her miss the arrival of Alduin, and she was positive he had exited the spell those Mortal Champions threw him into. She could smell his stench on the air, and hear the echoes of his Voice on the winds her screams had created.
The end was nigh, and this reassurance calmed her.
Coming to stop at the first building within the small town, the words “Windpeak Inn” were scrawled on the inn’s sign and a dark smile came to her lips. She could get her bearings; figure out where she was, everything she needed.
She pushed her way inside, and all amounts of conversation stopped. Men stared at her, confusion as to why such a thin woman wasn’t bundled up in a cloak written on their faces. Her feet were wet with melting snow, but she didn’t slip as she moved towards the innkeeper, fists clenched as the smell of hot, rich blood assaulted her. An ecstasy unknown to all but those few of her children who had starved the way she had awaited her, if only she would reach out, sink her teeth it and take it.
A shock of energy flared at Lamae as she passed by a elven woman, but she spared the girl only a disdainful glance, smelling the same stench Bal had left on her battered body all those years ago. It was an odor Lamae would never forget.
Foolish, little thing. Her suffering will be endless…
The man behind the bar grunted his welcome to her, his features betraying no emotion to her out of the ordinary appearance. He mentioned something about getting her a drink, but Lamae heard nothing beyond the beat of his heart.
The century of imprisonment had ravished her, and it was only now that Lamae realized that she could taste dust in the back of her throat. Swallowing, her close-lipped smile felt an unnatural expression on her features. “Where…where am I?” Lamae’s voice was a quiet whisper. It had always been a quiet whisper and it would always be a quiet whisper. Barely audible, her Voice held a power most couldn’t imagine, and so she spoke only in the quietest, lowest tones.
Most thought it strange; or frightening even, given her often strange appearance and empty eyes.
“Ma’am, you’ll be in Dawnstar at the moment. Are ya’ lost? Where are ya’ coming from?”
Her smile felt flat and her eyes grew as hard as ice and just as cold: “North.”
“There ain’t nothin’ North, ma’am. There’s the Sea o’ Ghosts.” The man laid his hands palm down on the bar and gave her a hard stare. She could tell he was trying to decipher whether or not she was having a go at him. A light, airy chuckle bubbled out from between her thin, colorless lips. She had heard of Dawnstar before, though back then it had only been a dock with an inn. But now, she understood. Everything grows with age, She thought to herself, nodding at no one in particular. Skyrim was her land, she had survived in this harsh wasteland of ice and snow for eons, and she knew every lake, river, stream, rock, tree and mountain.
Dawnstar. Lamae knew exactly where she was now, and some of her disorientation faded.
“And, I’m sorry, but could you tell me what’s been happening in Skyrim?”
The man slapped one hand down on the table, apparently fed up with her ‘jokes’. “Now everyone in all the fuckin’ land knows about the War. Even you, ma’am from wherever in blazes you’re from where they don’t be catchin’ a chill.”
A war? Amongst the mortals?
Lamae couldn’t have asked for a better climate than this in which to return to the circles of the world.
“Now? Ya’ look like you could use a meal, ya’ hungry?”
Her eyes flashed bright red and she locked gazes with the man, her fangs distending from between her lips. “Starving…” Her voice was breathless, and there was less than a second of silence before she was on him. The man shrieked, high-pitched and womanly as her fangs sank into the meat of the man’s throat. She was a messy feeder, always had been, and it showed as she ripped his neck wide open.
Bits of skin were caught in between her teeth and hot blood spurted from the grisly wound out onto her, soaking her face and chest. Screams and cries sounded from the crowd behind her. She could hear tables flip and chairs being knocked over in everyone’s rush to escape the brutality of it all.
The man still clung to life, his hands scratching viciously at her face, pulling at her hair, but Lamae was like a plague, unable to be stopped by such base means. She clung to him, savagely swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the thing she had missed so, so dearly.
Pulling back, she cast the corpse to the ground and fell upon once more, but the heart had only two or three beats left and then the blood stopped flowing. She needed more, and Lamae was never one to waste.
Her fingers parted the skin and flesh of his chest easily, and with a gentle tug of her deathless strength, she opened him up. The sound of crunching bones and squelching organs filled the air along with the noxious smell of everything within a person that wasn’t supposed to be out of one. Her hands delved into the entrails and intestines, she lifted those out, eager to get to the blood-filled organs.
She gripped the liver, and bite deeply into it. The liver filtered the blood after all, and Lamae was correct in her assumption that it was still filled to the brim. The blood and viscera was cooling, urging her to drink faster. She loved it when it was warm.
Tossing the liver aside, she pulled the heart from the chest cavity. Engorged with the elixir of life, she squeezed every last drop into her mouth, the way a child would squeeze out the juice of an orange. Her hands were covered and she ran them along her, laughing with her haunting voice, nearing hysterical ecstasy.
She knew the guards would come soon, that the people would scream and yell and howl for salvation. Just more bodies…more feasts.
100 years, and tormented will I be no longer…
Alias«Luke
Time Zone«Pacific (I know, I’m on the ass-end of the time zones.)
Contact« PM, or my Skype. (Gothikaviktoria, just tell me where you’re from.)
How long have you been rping?« 10+ years in D&D, but only about 6 years in Online RP.
Anything Else« I CAN’T WAIT TO WRITE WITH YOU FOLKS.
Other Characters« Not at the moment.
The Secret Code«
Time Zone«Pacific (I know, I’m on the ass-end of the time zones.)
Contact« PM, or my Skype. (Gothikaviktoria, just tell me where you’re from.)
How long have you been rping?« 10+ years in D&D, but only about 6 years in Online RP.
Anything Else« I CAN’T WAIT TO WRITE WITH YOU FOLKS.
Other Characters« Not at the moment.
The Secret Code«
