[center][hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=8A2BE2]Alexandra Andonova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/l49JNq9NWeec0Pf1u/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=8A2BE2]How terrible it is to love something that death can touch.

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8IAh21lCTY][color=8A2BE2]- [I]"Sweet Regret" by Roby Fayer ft. Noa Danay[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=8A2BE2]Location:[/color][/b] Room 208 (Bedroom)
[b][color=8A2BE2]Skills:[/color][/b] None at this time
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	It was strange to Alexandra to see side by side such lifelike imagery of both sets of her parents. She could only imagine what it would have been like if they had met each other in person. She was sure that they would have hit it off, if not just for their shared love of her, [I]their daughter[/I]. She could not say that she loved one set of parents more than the other. They both forever held a special place in her heart, the parents who had raised her and the parents who had remade her. With that in mind, she felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, for what she had lost and for what they had lost. 

	Her hand fell from the framed photograph back down to her side. She closed her eyes as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She had to stay strong. She had to. This time she didn't have anyone to pick up the pieces of herself if she fell apart. Or did she? Maybe she did. These [i]Em-en-dators[/i] had brought her back to life and had given her a home to call her own. Perhaps they had the compassion in their hearts to care for a broken orphaned girl from the Russian Imperial Circus of the late 1700's. Perhaps. But it was probably best not to count on it. This time she needed to be her own savior.

	She took a deep shuttering breath before opening her eyes again to look at the pictures of her loved ones again. [color=8A2BE2]"I vill stay strong. For you. I owe you that and much more,"[/color] she vowed. She wiped the tears from her cheeks before turning away. Her gaze took in the rest of the quaint little room. A small smile came to her features when her gaze landed on a poster hanging on the wall. It was from the Russian Imperial Circus. It included the whole gang. [color=8A2BE2]"Мои братья от другой матери,"[/color] she exclaimed in Russian, her smile growing. She then moved on to explore the nooks and cranies of her new room before eventually deciding to venture outside. What adventures lied ahead? Only time would tell.

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[color=8A2BE2]Мои братья от другой матери.[/color] = My brothers from another mother.
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