0.0" people posted... YAY!!!!
AlexStarsion
Member
He-Who-Knows-Magic
Or-So-He-Thinks
STATUS:
In the span of years and ages... time moves forward. Tick, by tick. Stay safe and well!
4 mos ago
- Last Seen: 4 mos ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 265 (0.07 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- AlexStarsion 10 yrs ago
Status
Recent Statuses
4 mos ago
Current
In the span of years and ages... time moves forward. Tick, by tick. Stay safe and well!
1
like
1 yr ago
Re-reading some of the old RPs I was a part of, and enjoying it.
4
likes
1 yr ago
HOLY CRAP I REMEBERED MY PASSWORD!!! WHAT UP EVERYONE!?
8
likes
6 yrs ago
So I'm back and still lurking on everything!!
1
like
6 yrs ago
Just here to re-read old RPs and laugh about the good times! :D
3
likes
Bio
I'm so lost... It's been ages since I've been on a site like this... So I like to join any kind of RP. From Fantasy to Reality... I haven't fully gone through the site but once I do I will gladly post things i'm doing or want to even start on this Bio here. Heh Bio... poison... Anywho!!! Alexander Starsion at your service.
Most Recent Posts
Lex nodded along with Charlie, it made sense for them all to go together and gain more supplies then sending out only a handful of the small group and coming back to nothing but un-dead bodies and the stench of death. It made Lex shiver, just thinking of how most cities had the tange of copper in the air, old musty copper from all the dried blood. It wasn't a pleasant thought at all, he'd have to ask Lara about smelling salts again, speaking of the Medic of the Group.
"Lara," he spoke softly, almost out of the corner of his mouth. "Anything left to help keep panic attacks down?" He hated asking. He was twenty-seven years old, and not even the youngest of the group ask for something like that. His thoughts ran away from him again and he really did not want to go into a panic and get left out of gather supplies.
More loudly to the group he stated as calmly as he could, "Hopefully, we'll find better food supplies, haven't cooked anything in a while. Don't need those skills going down, even if it isn't with fresh produce."
Speaking of food, he still hadn't eaten and he wasn't sure about the rest of the group, "Speaking of food... has anyone even eaten yet? Or should we just snack and come back and eat then?" Lex wasn't a leader, he wasn't a follower either, but he'd leave the decision making to the others. If he really didn't agree. He'd leave... Die horribly probably if he left, but rather keep what was left of his honor that wasn't shredded by what he had to do to his parents.
His eyes shifted around, taking everyone in. This was going to be an interesting debate if they were going to eat before hand. Even afterwards.
"Lara," he spoke softly, almost out of the corner of his mouth. "Anything left to help keep panic attacks down?" He hated asking. He was twenty-seven years old, and not even the youngest of the group ask for something like that. His thoughts ran away from him again and he really did not want to go into a panic and get left out of gather supplies.
More loudly to the group he stated as calmly as he could, "Hopefully, we'll find better food supplies, haven't cooked anything in a while. Don't need those skills going down, even if it isn't with fresh produce."
Speaking of food, he still hadn't eaten and he wasn't sure about the rest of the group, "Speaking of food... has anyone even eaten yet? Or should we just snack and come back and eat then?" Lex wasn't a leader, he wasn't a follower either, but he'd leave the decision making to the others. If he really didn't agree. He'd leave... Die horribly probably if he left, but rather keep what was left of his honor that wasn't shredded by what he had to do to his parents.
His eyes shifted around, taking everyone in. This was going to be an interesting debate if they were going to eat before hand. Even afterwards.
@ViolentViolet
Scary boss! *cowers*
I feel a little unloved but I haven't been that active myself yet... I'm getting there... I'll have apost up in a bit working on it now as I post this.
{EDIT}
Okay posted, and since Lex can cook... BOSS! @ViolentViolet What are the Inventory Supplies we have at the moment...
Scary boss! *cowers*
I feel a little unloved but I haven't been that active myself yet... I'm getting there... I'll have apost up in a bit working on it now as I post this.
{EDIT}
Okay posted, and since Lex can cook... BOSS! @ViolentViolet What are the Inventory Supplies we have at the moment...
Zander's eyes focused better in the darkened room, the only light from a candle flickering in the still air. The door stirring up just enough of the stench coming from Geoffrey's mother. He held back a retch, and forced himself to take a good look at her. Poison, or some form of it. Drank from the well that he had placed seals upon to keep others from drawing from it. She was the worst off then those with minor hives and it worried Zander to his core.
Oh he could attempt to purge the slime from her skin, but it would reveal his darkest secret and even his own pride would never allow that. Clearing his throat gently, "I've arrived. You seem to be feeling better if you've lit the candle by your side." Zander smiled fondly at his patient. She was strong willed and refused to adhere to all of his rules. She was still young and full of spunk, Zander remembered her telling him. Now, what can I get a wee thing like you to eat?
If he had any relatives, part of him wished she was one. He hurt, to see her like this, and it hurt that he only started healing the townspeople when he heard no stirring from the Church. If he had acted sooner...
"Not even listening to me..." Olga coughed out. "Lost in that wee head o' yours." Zander blushed scarlet and would berate himself later for forgetting to be attentive to his patient. "You younger pups, always off in lands beyond our own. Heroics and venture's I bet. Shoo, off you go, leave me to rest, you'll only wear yourself thin."
Zander frowned, "I haven't even start--"
"I hear the Mayor sent a runner for you," her eyes pierced into Zander's. Leaving him naked before her in a way only his father ever accomplished. "Said you was to head straight there when you came to see me."
Zander's eyes widened. It would be less then two days for his stay. This, he was not looking forward to at all. Bowing on how way out he stopped and called back, "I could purge it from you... Before I go. I will!"
Olga just laughed a wheeze, and shut her eyes. She knew when the Nine called to their children. Geoffrey would handle the Inn just fine, if she was gone. Zander was a good boy, troubled but good.
---
Zander headed back down the stairs, Geoffrey was pacing a look of dread on his face. Zander lay a hand on the Muran's shoulder, kissed his cheek and headed out the Inn door way.
To the Mayor's, Zander thought at Geoffrey, even if he could not hear his inner speech. Back here to Purge. Then to head away from this town.
The walk there was uneventful, but seeing the imposing black door, with it's golden knocker and stone porchway had Zander sweating. This was too much like going home, this was too much like being caught as a young boy with wet blankets stuffed under the bed. This, was pure dread and he still hadn't reached his hand up to knock with the golden knocker on the imposing black door with it's stone porchway.
Oh he could attempt to purge the slime from her skin, but it would reveal his darkest secret and even his own pride would never allow that. Clearing his throat gently, "I've arrived. You seem to be feeling better if you've lit the candle by your side." Zander smiled fondly at his patient. She was strong willed and refused to adhere to all of his rules. She was still young and full of spunk, Zander remembered her telling him. Now, what can I get a wee thing like you to eat?
If he had any relatives, part of him wished she was one. He hurt, to see her like this, and it hurt that he only started healing the townspeople when he heard no stirring from the Church. If he had acted sooner...
"Not even listening to me..." Olga coughed out. "Lost in that wee head o' yours." Zander blushed scarlet and would berate himself later for forgetting to be attentive to his patient. "You younger pups, always off in lands beyond our own. Heroics and venture's I bet. Shoo, off you go, leave me to rest, you'll only wear yourself thin."
Zander frowned, "I haven't even start--"
"I hear the Mayor sent a runner for you," her eyes pierced into Zander's. Leaving him naked before her in a way only his father ever accomplished. "Said you was to head straight there when you came to see me."
Zander's eyes widened. It would be less then two days for his stay. This, he was not looking forward to at all. Bowing on how way out he stopped and called back, "I could purge it from you... Before I go. I will!"
Olga just laughed a wheeze, and shut her eyes. She knew when the Nine called to their children. Geoffrey would handle the Inn just fine, if she was gone. Zander was a good boy, troubled but good.
---
Zander headed back down the stairs, Geoffrey was pacing a look of dread on his face. Zander lay a hand on the Muran's shoulder, kissed his cheek and headed out the Inn door way.
To the Mayor's, Zander thought at Geoffrey, even if he could not hear his inner speech. Back here to Purge. Then to head away from this town.
The walk there was uneventful, but seeing the imposing black door, with it's golden knocker and stone porchway had Zander sweating. This was too much like going home, this was too much like being caught as a young boy with wet blankets stuffed under the bed. This, was pure dread and he still hadn't reached his hand up to knock with the golden knocker on the imposing black door with it's stone porchway.
Sleeping on top of the RV had not been one of Alexander's best moves. His shoulder ached, causing him to shut his eyes tight and bite down on his lower lip to keep from moaning. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, even if the strain on his arm was killer from climbing up there. Even after all this time, it bothered him. The memories, the images, the restless nights that plagued him in this new world he found himself in. It was harder and if he was honest with himself, it was worrisome.
Sighing and shifting to sit up, a low sigh escaped his dry cracked lips, a drink and some food if there was any left to cook would do them all some good. He wasn't even sure if they had the supplies left to even make something for everyone to eat, or if it was going to be dried granola bars all round. He was a food snob, but for the past year, he kept his head down and his lack of food stuff to cook with to a bare minimum. Looking around the encampment, and stretching to get the kinks out of his back, Alexander trudged forward his face blank.
He must have missed them talking about something important, Lara was reading her binder again. Probably making a mental list of everything they needed. He was going to say if they were doing a supply run, maybe to grab food items, but instead stood off to the side. Someone would bring it up and he could interject on wanting to actually cook something again to raise everyone's spirits.
Even thinking that he knew, they wouldn't find much in fresh produce. The canned goods, even with a handful of spices he managed to grab, did little to change the texture and taste. Plus, he could recall reading something about canned food being less nutritious then a home cooked meal.
Yup, Alexander thought to himself. Hunger is going to set in and that, is never a good combination with our situation. Ever.
"Mornin'," Alexander called to the group. He walked on towards Lara, peaking over her shoulder to see what page she was on. He would never admit it, but it amused him when her nose was stuck in there. Reminded him of his little sister when she was caught in a good book or stuck with homework. Looking away from said lady, Alexander called over his shoulder, "So what's the plan for today? We moving forward again soon or staying still?"
Sighing and shifting to sit up, a low sigh escaped his dry cracked lips, a drink and some food if there was any left to cook would do them all some good. He wasn't even sure if they had the supplies left to even make something for everyone to eat, or if it was going to be dried granola bars all round. He was a food snob, but for the past year, he kept his head down and his lack of food stuff to cook with to a bare minimum. Looking around the encampment, and stretching to get the kinks out of his back, Alexander trudged forward his face blank.
He must have missed them talking about something important, Lara was reading her binder again. Probably making a mental list of everything they needed. He was going to say if they were doing a supply run, maybe to grab food items, but instead stood off to the side. Someone would bring it up and he could interject on wanting to actually cook something again to raise everyone's spirits.
Even thinking that he knew, they wouldn't find much in fresh produce. The canned goods, even with a handful of spices he managed to grab, did little to change the texture and taste. Plus, he could recall reading something about canned food being less nutritious then a home cooked meal.
Yup, Alexander thought to himself. Hunger is going to set in and that, is never a good combination with our situation. Ever.
"Mornin'," Alexander called to the group. He walked on towards Lara, peaking over her shoulder to see what page she was on. He would never admit it, but it amused him when her nose was stuck in there. Reminded him of his little sister when she was caught in a good book or stuck with homework. Looking away from said lady, Alexander called over his shoulder, "So what's the plan for today? We moving forward again soon or staying still?"
Appearance
"Frak off... I'm not in the best mood." -- Alexander to a Homophobe
"Oh honey... This taste so much better then my food." -- Alexander's Mother
Name: Alexander "Lex" Travis Hidler
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Sexual orientation: Homosexual
Allergies: Peanuts and Coconut
Scars/Tattoos: Smaller scar on top of head from older brother and a baseball bat. Appendix Scar. Burn mark on left shoulder. A Spade and a Diamond on each palm. Symbols for his family's love of card games.
Old Injuries: Left shoulder from burn makes the use of the left arm harder.
Height/Weight: Five foot Nine Inches / 165-lbs and dropping.
Health Conditions: Mentally not fully sound. Blames himself for the lose of his family especially his younger sister. Physically, all good to go just don't ask him to use his left arm too much.
Skills: Skimming by on life Alexander never really thought much of his skills. He can cook a mean pasta to a small sandwich on an open fire. Just don't ask him to touch the peanuts or the peanut butter. Decent memory.
Hobbies: Writing. Drawing. Cooking. An Avid Listener.
Fears: Being the last one alive, being left in the dark and his biggest fear uncontrolled fires.
Strengths: His mother always said his biggest strength was also his biggest weakness. He helps when you should continue walking away and leaving people behind. Caring. Has been cooking for so long, his food no matter how bland taste better.
Weaknesses: Gives off a cold front to keep people from seeing who he really is. Isn't out to anyone save for his family and his ex-fiance. Blames himself for all the wrongs, even when it had nothing to do with him.
Personality:
Alexander from a young age has been cold to outsiders. He keeps to himself and tries to not let people in but when he does, will go to great lengths to keep them happy, healthy and fed. No one left his old apartment without at least a snack. Sometimes called Dad by his old friends, due to his overbearing manner in other's personal matters. Has always listened more then speaks and keeps tabs on people and how they interact. Not a major player in politics unless it affects those who mean something to him.
Biography:
Being a cook was always a favorite past time for Lex. Since he was younger he enjoyed helping his mother and his grandmother cook the big meals for the Major Holidays. That never changed as he got older and his relationship with his father was strained to the point of fists being thrown and Lex being kicked out of his house with no more then the clothes on his back. His mother had not taken a side but she might as well have when she didn't even call to warn him about what her oldest had planned for the 'fa***t'.
Six days in the hospital and a new scar to add to his smaller collection, he always said his birthday was cursed. He also was glad it had happened because he met the man of his dreams. Lex only being 18 and never having really dated never knew what an infatuation was like. He had no idea that love and infatuations had nothing in common. He didn't learn that until he learned his 'lover' was married and he was the side fling. Twenty and the world was as cold to him as he was to it. He moved away, got an apartment with a friend from High School and went to school at a local college and cooked at a local bar.
Fast forward past his dull moments and the news talking of the events transpiring around the globe and pinpointed in Africa. All he knew was that he had to get home as soon as possible. By the time he got there, by the time everything was up in flames all he could remember was hearing his younger sister screaming out. He didn't believe what the fire fighters told him, how he threw them aside like a demon after it's prey. How he broke down the door, ran through the flames only to come back out, his sister over his shoulder. Burn marks on the same shoulder she lay upon. Death, had not been kind. All he repeated, was that he should have never left her with those people.
Extras
((I honestly have no idea what to put here....))
"Frak off... I'm not in the best mood." -- Alexander to a Homophobe
"Oh honey... This taste so much better then my food." -- Alexander's Mother
Name: Alexander "Lex" Travis Hidler
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Sexual orientation: Homosexual
Allergies: Peanuts and Coconut
Scars/Tattoos: Smaller scar on top of head from older brother and a baseball bat. Appendix Scar. Burn mark on left shoulder. A Spade and a Diamond on each palm. Symbols for his family's love of card games.
Old Injuries: Left shoulder from burn makes the use of the left arm harder.
Height/Weight: Five foot Nine Inches / 165-lbs and dropping.
Health Conditions: Mentally not fully sound. Blames himself for the lose of his family especially his younger sister. Physically, all good to go just don't ask him to use his left arm too much.
Skills: Skimming by on life Alexander never really thought much of his skills. He can cook a mean pasta to a small sandwich on an open fire. Just don't ask him to touch the peanuts or the peanut butter. Decent memory.
Hobbies: Writing. Drawing. Cooking. An Avid Listener.
Fears: Being the last one alive, being left in the dark and his biggest fear uncontrolled fires.
Strengths: His mother always said his biggest strength was also his biggest weakness. He helps when you should continue walking away and leaving people behind. Caring. Has been cooking for so long, his food no matter how bland taste better.
Weaknesses: Gives off a cold front to keep people from seeing who he really is. Isn't out to anyone save for his family and his ex-fiance. Blames himself for all the wrongs, even when it had nothing to do with him.
Personality:
Alexander from a young age has been cold to outsiders. He keeps to himself and tries to not let people in but when he does, will go to great lengths to keep them happy, healthy and fed. No one left his old apartment without at least a snack. Sometimes called Dad by his old friends, due to his overbearing manner in other's personal matters. Has always listened more then speaks and keeps tabs on people and how they interact. Not a major player in politics unless it affects those who mean something to him.
Biography:
Being a cook was always a favorite past time for Lex. Since he was younger he enjoyed helping his mother and his grandmother cook the big meals for the Major Holidays. That never changed as he got older and his relationship with his father was strained to the point of fists being thrown and Lex being kicked out of his house with no more then the clothes on his back. His mother had not taken a side but she might as well have when she didn't even call to warn him about what her oldest had planned for the 'fa***t'.
Six days in the hospital and a new scar to add to his smaller collection, he always said his birthday was cursed. He also was glad it had happened because he met the man of his dreams. Lex only being 18 and never having really dated never knew what an infatuation was like. He had no idea that love and infatuations had nothing in common. He didn't learn that until he learned his 'lover' was married and he was the side fling. Twenty and the world was as cold to him as he was to it. He moved away, got an apartment with a friend from High School and went to school at a local college and cooked at a local bar.
Fast forward past his dull moments and the news talking of the events transpiring around the globe and pinpointed in Africa. All he knew was that he had to get home as soon as possible. By the time he got there, by the time everything was up in flames all he could remember was hearing his younger sister screaming out. He didn't believe what the fire fighters told him, how he threw them aside like a demon after it's prey. How he broke down the door, ran through the flames only to come back out, his sister over his shoulder. Burn marks on the same shoulder she lay upon. Death, had not been kind. All he repeated, was that he should have never left her with those people.
Extras
((I honestly have no idea what to put here....))
@ViolentViolet
I wasn't sure T.T" Okay will get on it :D
I wasn't sure T.T" Okay will get on it :D
Can i post... or not yet... >.<"
Yay intro... well kind of intro post... mwahahahaha... not to wait.... >.<" LOL
Zander stood before his patient. A young woman, her skin broken out in hives and reddened skin from scratching at them. He let out a sigh, blowing his long sea-foam blue hair out of his sapphire eyes, and went about gathering his Seal Paper. He shook his head as the woman's eyes widened slightly, and went about muttering softly under his breath. The power gathered into the paper, transforming the limp strip into an upright strong as metal, and let the cooling light gather around the worst of the hives.
Still chanting softly, he fought with the power he possessed, You'll obey, I won't be forced out of this town just because you want free reign! As the light pooled glowing brighter than the early morning light, the woman let out a sigh of relief. The urgency to scratch was dwindling, the feeling of being uncomfortable in her skin ebbing away as well. She let herself relax under this young healers trained power, sinking deeper into her bedspread and smiling softly at her husband.
"Thank you," she rasped out. The boy with sapphire blue eyes nodded, his chanting coming to a stop. He told her she would need a few days rest, and he, himself would not be far from this town if anything flared up once more.
"I'd also warn you," Zander's educated voice made him stand out a bit more. "To stay away from the harder items. Liquids will do you greater benefit then bread and cheese." With out even taking a payment he walked out the door, bowing on his way out. He never took payment, else a town might consider him their personal healer. He would not be staying long in one place. He would not get caught again by his father's men. He just couldn't think of a good way to escape a second time.
As he walked through the town, his eyes taking in all around him, and nodding to a few he had helped heal. Children ran passed him, calling out his name and asking him to play. He refused them politely, his next client awaited him. The inn would be his second stop on this busy day. Something was going around, causing odd bumps to appear. Zander may be educated, but even he didn't know much of life outside the outskirts of a large city. He also knew, he couldn't stay much longer.
Two more days, Zander told himself. I have to move on before they catch up to me.
((added below stuff))
Walking into the Inn, he was greeted by the Innkeeper's son, Geoffrey, "Ah, Alezander, wasn' spectin' you til later."
Zander internally flinched at Geoffrey's butchered sentence but outwardly kept a straight face, "Your mother was kind enough to allow my freedom of bed and food. I would no more make her wait, then I would make the children of this town. Asleep she is, I would hope."
Geoffrey grinned, the Muran was laid back an air of ease rolling off of him. "Aye same room as always, Healer."
Zander smiled softly and walked passed the Muran no more then his own age, a wave thrown carelessly over his shoulder as he took the steps at an easy pace. His wooden sandals clacking against the firm wood as he took each step, his white hoodie unzipped partly to keep him from over heating.
Soon...
Still chanting softly, he fought with the power he possessed, You'll obey, I won't be forced out of this town just because you want free reign! As the light pooled glowing brighter than the early morning light, the woman let out a sigh of relief. The urgency to scratch was dwindling, the feeling of being uncomfortable in her skin ebbing away as well. She let herself relax under this young healers trained power, sinking deeper into her bedspread and smiling softly at her husband.
"Thank you," she rasped out. The boy with sapphire blue eyes nodded, his chanting coming to a stop. He told her she would need a few days rest, and he, himself would not be far from this town if anything flared up once more.
"I'd also warn you," Zander's educated voice made him stand out a bit more. "To stay away from the harder items. Liquids will do you greater benefit then bread and cheese." With out even taking a payment he walked out the door, bowing on his way out. He never took payment, else a town might consider him their personal healer. He would not be staying long in one place. He would not get caught again by his father's men. He just couldn't think of a good way to escape a second time.
As he walked through the town, his eyes taking in all around him, and nodding to a few he had helped heal. Children ran passed him, calling out his name and asking him to play. He refused them politely, his next client awaited him. The inn would be his second stop on this busy day. Something was going around, causing odd bumps to appear. Zander may be educated, but even he didn't know much of life outside the outskirts of a large city. He also knew, he couldn't stay much longer.
Two more days, Zander told himself. I have to move on before they catch up to me.
((added below stuff))
Walking into the Inn, he was greeted by the Innkeeper's son, Geoffrey, "Ah, Alezander, wasn' spectin' you til later."
Zander internally flinched at Geoffrey's butchered sentence but outwardly kept a straight face, "Your mother was kind enough to allow my freedom of bed and food. I would no more make her wait, then I would make the children of this town. Asleep she is, I would hope."
Geoffrey grinned, the Muran was laid back an air of ease rolling off of him. "Aye same room as always, Healer."
Zander smiled softly and walked passed the Muran no more then his own age, a wave thrown carelessly over his shoulder as he took the steps at an easy pace. His wooden sandals clacking against the firm wood as he took each step, his white hoodie unzipped partly to keep him from over heating.
Soon...
© 2007-2026