Name: Alexia Bloodthorn
Eyes: Silver
Hair: White
Birthday: November 12
Age: 19
Species: Unknown
Height: 5'4
Parents: Birth parents are dead, Adoptive Father is a Crime Boss
Siblings: None that's known.
Powers: Unknown
Pets: A demon wolf
Scene: It was a cold, moonless November night, Alexia walked through the city of New Orleans with her school bag over one shoulder. She knew that she was late and her father would be upset, but she decided she would deal with that later. She felt as if someone was following her, keeping a steady pace, she tried to convince herself that it was nothing. After 5 minutes of nothing she became lost in thought. 'I don't want to go home. Father hates when I'm late and I don't want to deal with him.... All well there's nothing I can really do.' Alexia continues to cut through alleys and is nearly home when she hears something behind her.
She turns and is faced with an empty darkness. Her heart starts pounding, her full chest heaving in her black tank-top. Alexia grips her bag tight and takes off in a full out sprint. She hears pounding footsteps chasing her, she tries to outrun whatever is behind her, but she knows it's no use. Just as her house comes into view, a force unknown to her knocks her to the ground. Her head slams into the curb and she begins to drift in and out of consciousness. The last image that she sees, before passing out, is a dark shadowy figure standing over her.
Eyes: Silver
Hair: White
Birthday: November 12
Age: 19
Species: Unknown
Height: 5'4
Parents: Birth parents are dead, Adoptive Father is a Crime Boss
Siblings: None that's known.
Powers: Unknown
Pets: A demon wolf
Scene: It was a cold, moonless November night, Alexia walked through the city of New Orleans with her school bag over one shoulder. She knew that she was late and her father would be upset, but she decided she would deal with that later. She felt as if someone was following her, keeping a steady pace, she tried to convince herself that it was nothing. After 5 minutes of nothing she became lost in thought. 'I don't want to go home. Father hates when I'm late and I don't want to deal with him.... All well there's nothing I can really do.' Alexia continues to cut through alleys and is nearly home when she hears something behind her.
She turns and is faced with an empty darkness. Her heart starts pounding, her full chest heaving in her black tank-top. Alexia grips her bag tight and takes off in a full out sprint. She hears pounding footsteps chasing her, she tries to outrun whatever is behind her, but she knows it's no use. Just as her house comes into view, a force unknown to her knocks her to the ground. Her head slams into the curb and she begins to drift in and out of consciousness. The last image that she sees, before passing out, is a dark shadowy figure standing over her.