Post by Alexia Temere on Mar 22, 2011 11:48:58 GMT -5
ALEXIA MARIE TEMERE
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--> FULL NAME
Alexia Marie Temere
--> NICKNAME
Marcy, Nicole, Rissa, and Dominique{her other personalities}; Lex; Lexi; Temere; Fear{Temere means fear in Italian}; M.T.
--> AGE
Eighteen
--> GENDER
Female
--> SPECIES
Human
--> BLOOD TYPE
O-
-->OCCUPATION
Mental Patient{in and out of institutions}
--> PLAY BY
Marimoon{I don't know the chicks real name... v-v }
--> HAIR
Alexia's hair is never the same. She is frequently dying it as if changing the color would change who she was. It never does, though. At the moment, it is pink, though it generally goes through a cycle: Green, Purple, Pink, Blonde, Blue, and sometimes Rainbow is actually added in, though not often.
--> EYES
She likes to wear contacts that match her hair color but the natural color is light gray.
--> STATS
Alexia weighs about one hundred and seven pounds and stands at about five foot five. She isn't bulimic of anorexic at all, she just has a very, very fast metabolism.
--> BODY
Alexia is about average height. She is rather skinny, though she isn't exactly weak. She's stronger than she looks. Her eyes are shaped like almonds and she wears make up a lot. Her lips are always a light pink, as are her cheeks. She is very pale in contrast to most, almost like a little porcelain doll.
--> FEATURES
Well, she has no tattoos but scars do riddle her body. Her scars come from cuts, burns, and even some bruises. She has her lip pierced as well as her ears and her tongue.
--> WARDROBE
Her wardrobe varies. All her personalities seem to have the same taste, dark and gothic-victorian. But each seems to add their own flare to the outfits. Alexia doesn't really add anything. Marcy likes adding something childish to her outfits, like ribbons in her hair or pigtails. Nicole always has to have a choker of some type on. Rissa loves adding a more 'Rocker Girl' edge to her outfits. And, last but not least, Dominique loves to add something that sticks out, such as neon with all black.
--> OTHER FORM
"Um... uh... I-I don't have another form. I-I'm just a no-normal human girl" *runs away*
--> LIKES
+ Butterflies
+ Drawing
+ Fantasy Stories
+ Unicorns
+ Being left alone
+ Dying her hair
+ Colored pencils
+ The number eleven
+ The color black
+ Flowers
+ Violin Music
--> DISLIKES
- Wolves
- Scary stories
- Scary people
- Mental institutions
- White rooms
- Straightjackets
- Stories about suicide
- Very large groups of people
- Cops
- The nurses at the mental institution
- Rap
--> STRENGTHS
> Smart
> Fast
> Quick Learner
> Energetic{slightly}
--> WEAKNESSES
< Has Multiple Personality Disorder{now known as Dissosiactive Identity Disorder}
< ODD
< Paranoid Tendencies
< Has to take Medicine
--> SKILLS
^ Knows of the existence of Were's and Vamp's
^ Her mind is sealed from mind-reading
--> FEARS
* Wolves{well, most canines, to be honest}
* Bees
* Slight fear of the dark{False darkness, like rooms without windows}
--> FULL PERSONALITY
Alexia is a very bizarre girl. Or should I say girls? She has Multiple personality disorder and, within her head, are four other girls, each different in and of themselves. But Alexia is the original personality. She is completely broken on the inside. Her childhood seemed to do that to her. She is soft-spoken, feeble, and can be easily manipulated. The girl doesn't know how society truly works, thinking it to be this horrible place. And the only things that her mind seems to think are 'good' are, suprisingly enough, those creatures that aren't completely human! She would much rather be in the presence of a Vampire or Werecreature{minus werewolves}. She doesn't exactly like to listen to people. Actually the only people she seems to ever listen to are her brother or Nicole.
Marcy has the personality of a little kid. She seems innocent and questionative. On the other hand, she is also very blunt, a girl that will say it as it is and sometimes gets herself in trouble because of this. She is smart and all, but she doesn't really seem to understand the difference between good people and bad people. Maybe it is because she has heard people call her bad so many times when she believes herself good that she had gotten confused about those things. Like a little kid, she is fascinated by little things, though she hates being in extremely large groups. She feels as though she is some small kid in a world too big for her to handle.
Nicole is an intriguing one. She likes to think herself an artist and is actually quite mature. She seems to be a twenty-something year old in the body of a teenager. She is strong-willed and and headstrong. Nickie is probably the sanest of all of her personalities and yet seems to be seen the least of them all. She is more like the angel on her shoulder{or in Alexia's case, in her mind}. Nicole actually loves to read and write and think and, unlike the others, she dispises being in the presence of those creatures that aren't human. They give her chills and make her feel unsafe. It is only around them that she actually will hide in the back of the mind in an effort to not have to face them.
Rissa is the fun loving teenager. She likes to take life by the handle bars and be in control. She likes to play games and watch cartoons and just have fun! She especially loves to dance and sing, and is actually quite good at both. Ris is hard to anger, always seeming to be in a good mood. But, like Nicole, she isn't seen all that often. She likes trying to come out though, and does so whenever she gets the chance to. Unlike the others, she seems to have a trigger that makes her come forth. And that trigger is the sound of a cats meow. It is strange. The rest just have to hear their name and they come forth. Yeah, if Rissa hears her name, she takes over as well, but the sound of cats or even the sight of them at times seems to get her to come out. Now this isn't always true, but usually.
Dominique is... quite scary. Hell, scary might not even be the right word. Dominique is masochistic and a bit of a sadist. She loves seeing others in pain and loves even more when she is the cause of it. If she has made someones day horrible, she has done her job. Suprisingly, she is seen almost as often as Alexia. Because of this, she is the cause of her being in the mental institutions much more than she probably should be. She is the type of girl that would have torn off the wings of ladybugs so it couldn't fly or set a butterflies wings on fire and watch it flap around, a flaming mess, until it died. She has a very twisted and morphed sense of humor. The girl is clinically insane and needs help. That doesn't mean she gets it.
--> MOTHER
Lilura Temere, Thirty Five, Human, Dead
--> FATHER
Antonio Temere, Forty-Three, Human, Dead
--> SIBLINGS
Maria Temere, Unborn, Human, Dead
Damian Temere, Thirty One, Human, Alive
--> IMPORTANT PEOPLE
Rose Moer, Fifty, Human, Alive, Her Psychiatrist{though Alexia hates her}
--> BIRTHPLACE
Staten Island, New York
--> BIRTHDAY
April First, Nineteen Ninty Three
--> FULL HISTORY
Alexia was born into a life that wasn't all that bad. She had two loving parents and an admirable older brother who was always willing to lend her a helping hand or play with her. She had always had nice clothes, new toys, and plenty of people around her to keep her on the right track. To be quite honest, looking at her younger years could actually surprise people that she is the same girl then that she is today. The way Lexi was back in her younger years is completely different, no one would ever think twice that she would grow up to be, well... Let's not get too ahead of ourselves now.
It all started when she was five. Her mother, along with her unborn sister, were walking to go and pick her up from her daycare facility. Her dad was at work and Damian was usually out with friends or working himself, so she usually went to daycare instead of staying at the house. Alexia, waiting right by the window, watched intently for her mother. The window was facing the street and the second she saw her mom, she grinned and knew that she would be going home soon. But fate was always a funny thing. As her mother was crossing the street, a car had come speeding around a corner and hit her. Alexia didn't know how to react. She just stood there, a silent scream in her throat, and stared at her mothers bleeding body. Soon a crowd had formed and Lexi fainted.
The next thing she knew was that she was walking up in her room. But her room was dark. The windows were covered, not letting in a single strand of light. Furthermore, she could hear the faint sound of footfalls coming towards her room. She didn't understand any of it. How had she gotten back home? Was her mother okay? And... why couldn't she move? She had tried moving her arms apart, but they were bound. She didn't know what was going on, but she screamed and cried until her throat was sore. She must have been doing that for an hour. It felt like it had been that long, at least. But finally, after she had stopped screaming and only tears were rolling down her face did her father come in. He flicked on the light in her room and just stared at his daughter. He blamed her. It was her fault that his wife was dead. Her fault that his unborn child would never be born. He told her that she was bad, told her that she had been the death of her own mother. Alexia wanted to speak, but couldn't, too scared that she might make daddy angry at her. But the truth was, daddy was broken, and he was already mad. He hit her. Not just once or twice, though. By the time he had left her alone, on her bed tied up in the dark, she had new bruises and a few cuts.
It seemed that day after day this would happen to her. And what more, she could have sworn that she could smell alcohol and smoke on her father. It was so strange to her. She had never in her life seen her father like this. Never so drunk. Never so mad. It was all strange to her... and different. She didn't like it.
She never went back to daycare after that. Damian would come and try to see her, bring her food, and try to comfort her when dad wasn't there. She would end up crying in his lap, asking why daddy hated her. No matter what he said, he couldn't help. He tried day in and day out to make her feel better, but it never worked.
One day he had tried to talk to their father. Alexia heard it though the door. She was about seven at the time, making Damian about twenty. He had just gotten his own apartment and was saying that he wanted to take Alexia away and have her live with him. That didn't go over very well with Daddy, though. Daddy yelled at him and she swore that she heard Daddy smack Damian. They argued and Damian lost in the end. She didn't exactly know what happened next, everything seemed to be a blur of commotion. But she did remember her door opening and a strange look on her fathers face that she had never seen before.
She had been abused for years after that, in more ways than just physical and mental. She would be forever scarred, forever tormented by the things that were done to her. She was happy only when Damian snook into the house to visit. He tried to take her away many times but no matter what he said, she just couldn't bring it upon herself to leave. It was as if she thought that the torture she was being put through was reasonable. Damian thought otherwise. The night she turned eleven, her brother had decided that he had to put an end to this.
Sirens had blared outside as her father was getting ready to leave her room. Alexia was shivering, fearful, cold, and undressed. Only a blanket seemed to keep her modesty alive. But the second she heard the sirens and her dad stopped at the door, with a look of fear of his own on his face, did she realize what was going on. The shouts and the yells from outside were meshed. She couldn't under stand them, but she did understand what was happening. Expecially when the cops themselves came into house and up to the room. She didn't have any of the usually bindings on that her father seemed to love so dearly, so she scampered to the corner. She thought that she was in trouble and she turned away from the woman that looked at her. But the woman told her that it would be alright and that she was here to help. Without any other thought, Alexia looked up with big tearful eyes and outstretched her arms. The cop clothed her and carried her down the stairs.
Needless to say, she was soon put under the custody of her brother and she was able to be happy again. The girl had seemed to forget everything that had happened to her, no matter how much she tried to remember, she couldn't. She was homeschooled for two reasons. One, because of the fact that she had missed so much school and two, she had started to complain about something. There were these voices in her head. They were like the stereotypical conscience only... There wasn't just one. And they talked back to her. Soon she was seeing them, too. She would tell Damian this and he bacame worried. He hadn't a clue what to do, but he tried his best to help her.
Then the nightmares started to happen. She was sixteen and the nightmares weren't just nightmares. They were horribly graphic in detail and something told her that this was more than a dream. She was always in her dreams and she soon realized that this was her memories. What had happened to her.
That night her personalities came forth completely. Each a bit of herself. That was when she was checked into the hospital.
Now, two years later, she still lives with her brother, though she is frequently going to see a psychiatrist that she despises. She tries to control the voices and hallucinations, tries to get control of her personalities but to no avail. God, life for her is hard.
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[/i]Example from a different Site::
Victoria was in her pajama’s. They were silky and black and oh-so warm. A pair of black moccasins were on her feet, keeping them warm, and a leather jacket protected her from the wind and cold. You would think that the girl was just sitting on the balcony of her apartment or on the roof of her dorm but that was not the case. No, she was in a very secret spot of hers. It was hard to get to it and she had only found it because of her precious wolf. Oh, how she loved the wolf, who was actually standing guard next to her, ears pricked to make sure that no one could sneak up on her. Her cat was curled up in a ball in the girls lap. Victoria stared out across the small pond, trees and shrubberies surrounding her and protecting her.
”Oh, com’on, Vickie! Ya can’t keep up wit’ this. It’s ridiculous!” Vivian told her. Victoria closed her eyes, her head resting lightly on the tree trunk, and imagined that Vivian and Vironica were actually sitting with her. When she had opened up her eyes again, there they were, staring at her. Vivian’s blue-ish eyes were held with concern and Vironica’s held a bit of anger. Within the past month or so, her schizophrenia had gotten worse. Not only did she hear the voices, sometimes she could even see them. But, Victoria had an advantage. She had been able to teach herself to control when her mind imagined up the two personalities.
”Vivian’s right, Tori, you really need to get over that kid. He left for a reason. And he didn’t have the decency to tell you he was leaving. In my eyes, he’s just another Harvey Dent and if he ever shows his face again, I’ll-
”You’ll do nothing, Niica. I come out her to have a bit of peace!”
”Says the girl who is out in her pj’s at midnight. You long broke curfew. Usually, I’dda been impressed, but this is something you’ve been doing ever since you realized that you were alone again.”[/i] Now Vironica was glaring at her and Victoria had to look away. She tried to put up her barriers, but she was too weak to. She couldn’t even trick her mind into making her two ‘sisters’ disappear.
”Ronnie, ya ain’t helpin’ none. This spot is pretty comfortin’! Ah bet she is over the guy anyway,” Vivian said with a smile. It was creepy how she could see these people. They weren’t real yet they were.
”Niica, I really do just like sitting out here. It gives me some time to think. Time I don’t get.”
The two ‘girls’ looked at Victoria and sighed, giving her a hug. Though she didn’t feel them touch her, she had the urge to hug them back. And she did. And after that, they disappeared and even stayed silent. She gathered the strength to block her own thoughts from her personalities. And then she started to stroke the fur on her little kitten’s back.
The truth was, Victoria truly missed the days she had Darcy. But now, it was like Vincent all over again! Her brother had left her all alone with dad and look what happened to her. Look what she had become! She had never cared for anyone other than her brother until Darcy came along. She seemed to think the world of him. Even if he was more of a hero… well, an anti-hero. And he left her. She had no friends at this school. On the plus, she became friends with a girl named Sky… a girl she hadn’t seen in weeks. Was she doomed to live a solitary life? Maybe crime was the way… at least when she was a villain, she didn’t care what anyone else thought and didn’t care for anyone. Now, she was just a washed up criminal. Not even singing would do anything. She could try to get a singing career, but she missed the thrill of stealing, of late night excursions on weekends and making a name for herself…
Sighing, she decided to do the one thing she knew could get her mind off of everything. As she stroked her cats fur, she stared over the pond and began to sing a favorite song of hers. Bring me to life by Evanescence.
”How can you see into my eyes, like open doors.
Leading you down into my core, where I’ve become so numb.
Without a soul. My spirit sleeping somewhere cold…
Until you find it there and lead me back. Home.”[/i][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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