Alex Sinclair

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Alex Sinclair;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name:
Age: 19
Years of Rping: On and off for quite awhile.
Contact:

ID Tag;;

Alias: Alex
Name: Alexandra Marie Sinclair
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 27
Species: Human
Job: “In-between” jobs. Part-time photographer.
Religious Affiliation: None

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Photographic Memory.
2. Excellent health / fitness.
3. Spying / Investigating.
4. Photography.

Summary:
The strengths and interests Alex has would make her a successful P.I or cop. But instead she opted for a more casual, care free life style. Generally enjoying life and doing things she likes. Every so often, the temptation to go find something out, calls to her. When that happens, she goes full out to find everything on the matter. Generally Alex is content with her part time photography job, which is usually sports shots for a the paper. Her real love for photography is to capture Human nature. Expressions, emotions, sinister shots and her strange love for black n white. She has her photos up in a few galleries and which makes a decent side profit along side the sports photos.

Alex also has an uncanny love for sports, and all things fitness. Almost every day she runs long distance, and then goes swimming, be it in a river, ocean or the pools. For her it’s just a way of life, it cleanses her soul, and eases her mind. It generally makes her happy, and makes her feel good about herself. Also, if the small, tiny chance that something bad happens, she can stand up for herself, or run like her feet are on fire.

Weakness:
1. Left arm.
2. Social interaction.
3. Paranoia / Insomnia

Summary:
Alex generally doesn't like hanging out with people on a social level, but is fine when heading to a club. Just as long as no one bothers her. When someone does approach her, she tends to come off cold, and hostile. But its just a defence, as she doesn't know how to interact. It was a side affect of never having a home, or having no perment friends. So as a sub-conscious defence, she pushes everyone away, so it wont hurt to move.

When Alex was seventeen she got into a skating accident, and went straight through a window. Instead of making a clean break, like they do in movies. She cut her upper left arm. It's fully healed now but, if strained for to long, it weakens quickly, and starts aching painfully. Another thing is; When things goes bump in the night Alex is convinced that something’s out to get her. She knows there’s things out there and that doesn't help her paranoia. It started off as a small enough fear, then gradually grew into insomnia. Combine both and you generally don't get a good nights sleep.

Appearance;;

Looks: Alex looks her age, late twenties.
Hair: Straight, black, medium in length. Is longer at the front, short at the back. “Angled bob.”
Eyes: Silver / Grey. Her eyes seem to glow, and are slightly intimidating if she’s staring straight at you. Alex seems to, “Look straight through you.”
Height: Just your average height, around 177cms.
Marks: Large, old jagged scar on her upper left arm.
Race: White.
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned, healthy glow.
Body Type: Her body is toned, lean, and athletic, with a small bust. She works hard to maintain her body, via swimming, running, and other sports.
Clothing Style: Enjoys wearing leather, Always wears her 80’s black leather bikers jacket. And generally a black ‘V’ neck t-shirt, and some black skinny jeans.
Footwear: opts for some comfortable and practical army, combat boots. Black leather.

Summary:
Body wise, Alex hit the jackpot. Combined with her working out, sports routine, she works hard to keep her figure. She enjoys her figure and never thinks twice about wanting it any other way. The only mark on her skin is the rather large jagged scar on her upper left arm, she got through a skating accident when she was Seventeen. Otherwise her skin is flawless, and golden.

Alex loves looking “Kick-ass,” even though she herself is not all that tough. She goes for more practical, durable clothing. The 80s biker jacket that shes always got on or with her, shes had for several years and its her absolute favourite thing in the world. Her boots, are standard army combat boots, the most comfortable things on the planet once woren in, and she wouldn't go anywhere without them, even if its a formal occassion. As for the pants and tee-shirt, anything black goes, shes not fussed about that. "As long as its comfortable," is her policy. Alex doesn't wear any acessories, or make up. It's annoying, unnessary, and gets in the way; in her opinion.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Challenging herself.
2. Sports.
3. Watching / observing peoples behavior.
4. Loud music / Clubs.

Dislikes:
1. Cold.
2. Not doing anything.
3. Not knowing anything.

Flaws:
1. Loner.
2. Not so good with Social interaction.
3. Cynical.

Summary:
Everythings good and well, as long as no one gets in the way. When that happens Alex reverts to a state of "Grumpy teen," shes not technically an anti-social. But since she never had time to form proper relationships with anyone, she decided then, it was just easier not to. And that seemed to of accidently carried on into her adult years. She alright if the interaction is business or sports related. But romantically, or friends is a mystery. Although she might not be the people person, she has a general interest in people. Watching people, and seeing what they do, interact or behave. It might be an want covered up as an interest. But she enjoys social behaviour, and wouldn't mind becoming a profiler.

As strange as it is, Alex enjoys the club scene. Theres just something about the vibe that captures her attention. The pure energy, movement of the crowd keeps her coming back. When shes on the dance floor, shes a different person. Everythings lifted off her shoulders, its just her and the music. Even when someone puts there hands on her, she doesn't mind. But when the music stops, she'll slap you in the face.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Mother, alive. Father, unknown
School Attended: Home schooled, since they traveled around a lot.
Graduation Year: 1999.
History:
Growing up Alex got stuck in a gypsy van with her parents. Although it had its moments, she hated it. Alex's parents where peace loving, recycling junkie, gypsys. From the day she was brought into the world by the devine goddess.. Blah blah. She never really got the hang of the airy fairy chatter. Alex was a happy kid, almost enjoying the life style. Her parents where part of a group that travelled around the country in their lovely, modified buses and vans.

When they where a part of the group, she learnt how to get along with other kids, she had social interaction, even though they wheren't the ideal friends she wanted it was still something a growing child needed. One day it did end suddenly, her father a strange man. Absolutey fanatic about the eviroment, and all things green. He came back one night from one of his many rallies, or protests, but he seemed different something was off. Alex's mum told her to stay up in her little bunk with the curtains drawn. Alex did what she was told.

From that night her father drove them around the country, they had no longer any contact with the group of gypsys. For Alex that was a bitter sweet thing. For now she didn't have to put up with their air fairy talk. After a few months of driving and being alone. They finally got stopped by the police. Her dad was arrested, for blowing up machinery at a coal mine, and also manslaughter. Aparently, the night guard had seen them on the screen, but when he got to the area he was met with a bomb.

The flowing years where cold and alone. Her mother was a depressed husk, and kept driving them around. They never stopped in one place for more than a week. For a teen that was incredibly difficult. She needed friends, school, social contact, and she wanted a boyfriend. But when she reached the age of nineteen nothing seemed to matter anymore, shed gone through most of the stages, skater, goth, girly girl. She just knew how to be alone, she had books, lots books. She also found a love for photography, mainly capturing movement and emotions. When twenty-one rolled around, she decided to leave. It wasn't a sad thing. She just watched her mum drive off into a distants. And then, she began her life. Roaming around, doing photography jobs. Earning a living. Trying to be normal.

Code Word:
'do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste.’

Mad Skills;;

Turn, toss, stare at the clock. Turn, toss and repeat for the thousandth time. Alex groaned, for once, just once, couldn't she get a nights sleep? No pill, or natural remedy have helped. She watched as the clock flicked over. 4:31 am blinked at her. She thumped her fist at her side. "God damit!" Annoyed as hell, Alex got up. Tossing her sheets on the floor, and storming to the bathroom. This happend every damn night. Every god damn night. Why the hell couldn't it happen to someone else! Splashing water on her face, then roughly grabbing a towel she dried her face. Looking at herself in the mirror her usually bright eyes looked dully back at her.

Throwing the towel aside, she stormed to the kitchen. Angrily she poured herself a glass of water, which she managed to spill most of. Chucking a tea towel on the floor, she leant back on the counter. Sipping at her water, she looked out the window. She frooze up instantly, her mind started flicking images of eyes staring at her through the black abyss. They're not real.. They're not real.. Nothings out there.. Breathe, Moving at an inch at a time Alex finally made her way back slowly to her room. Her skin tingled with the stare of a million phantom eyes. As soon as she got to her room, she hurriedly picked up the sheets and dove under them, curling into a ball.

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