Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Backstage Pass: Angel.
Alexandra has long, white hair with a faint purple tint. She believes that bangs will never go out of style. She has green eyes. Alexandra wears a uniform that she claims is standard apparel for the Bureau, but the truth is that the Bureau has neither standards nor a dress code. Her uniform is vaguely military, if purple clothes were considered standard for the military. Her figure is tall and lanky, and she has a body shape that is considered more normal for a man (i.e. no hint of hips or breasts.) Given the fact that male angels are usually very pretty, most people assume at first impression that she is actually a man.
Alexandra is not a nice person. She is a stickler for the rules and a religious fanatic, which is something that people don't normally realize at first because she keeps so much of her thoughts and actions to herself. She believes that the angels have been deprived of heaven, and that some major changes need to occur in purgatory in order for the angels to reach heaven. Interestingly, she doesn't actually believe in God, because she believes that all angels, collectively, are God. Therefore, she tends to view angels as dethroned kings and queens deprived of their right to rule.
Shockingly, she is not that fun to hang out with. She has no sense of humor. She does not yell when she's angry, but she will be so cold that you may freeze on the spot. She's also extremely conniving, tends to view people as "enemies" or "people not worthy to be enemies" and she will do absolutely anything to destroy an enemy. She has more enemies than not, although most of her enemies would be shocked to discover that they are actually her enemies.
Alexandra comes from a long line of distinguished angels, and she adopted their snobbery in every way. During the great angel migration, she was one of the few angels who wanted to stay in purgatory. Eventually, she relented, and for a short period of time she lived on the floating island of Heaven. However, she eventually relocated back to the Bureau. Even though she is hard to get along with, most people are grateful that she chose to work for the Bureau when all the other angels were essentially sticking their heads in the sand. Little did they know that Alexandra did not come back to help the Bureau or, by extension, purgatory - she came back to conquer it. She has apparently never read any history books, or she would realize how futile her endeavor is.
Recently, she came into a strange power that no one else knew about. But what will she use it for...?
Alexandra walked down the street with her sword at her side. She adjusted the collar on her uniform. A little while ago, the Bureau had gotten a tip that someone was blatantly selling opium and physical pleasure out on a street corner. (The name of that tipster started with an Ed and ended with a Racket.) Behind Alexandra were a small company of Bureau members who really wanted to be on coffee break, and most likely were not immediately recognizable as Bureau members because of their street clothes. Alexandra was determined to actually do something, for once. She neared the street corner, her fingers tightening on the hilt of her sword.
Alexandra looked back in disgust as her posse ordered lattes and scones. She unsheathed her sword and pointed it at Flo's nose. She would be enough to take this miscreant. "You are under arrest for suspicion of prostitution and drug dealing. You do not have any rights. Please come with me immediately."
Alexandra cut the packet open, spilling opium onto the ground. She pointed her sword back at Flo's nose. "That will be used against you in a court of law. Please come with me now."
"Officers!" yelled Alexandra back to her crew, but only one of them looked her way, donut in mouth. With a scowl, Alexandra gave chase. Now that the criminal was resisting arrest, Alexandra was allowed to use force. Excessive force. Flo was fast, but Alexandra was able to keep pace, albeit a little behind. She slashed at Flo's back, not really caring if she opened her up the same way she had that packet.
But Alexandra had too much momentum to stop. Her sword, having just finished the slash, was down so low that it would not cut Flo, but Alexandra was still on a collision course with Flo. She was about to collide with her, completely by accident -
"Unhand me," said Alex in an icy voice. She righted herself, smoothing her glossy purple hair back with her free hand. She glared at Flo. "That criminal," she spat, "is resisting arrest. Good citizen, please help me apprehend her if you find you are capable to do so."
"I don't need to explain myself to you, citizen." Alexandra held out her Bureau badge right in front of Alekz's nose. She liked doing that. She turned to Flo, scowling, he arm still outstretched. "We received an anonymous tip, and then you clarified the situation yourself when you offered me the drugs."
"Anyone in purgatory falls under my jurisdiction." How dare this man speak to an angel this way?! She returned her badge to her pocket and turned back to Flo, eying the flaming hand. "Do you have any intention of going quietly, or will I need to resort to force?"
"Fagin. That man is also a wanted criminal. And I don't know who it was - I believe that is the definition of anonymous." Her voice went quiet. "Very well. I will show you your folly. Please move out of the way, citizen."
Down at The Office, Alex had put Flo into one of those interrogation rooms with the harsh light and a one-way mirror. Alex did not slap her hands down on the table and shout, "Tell me what you know!" That would be uncouth. Instead, Alex sat in the seat across the table from Flo and folded her arms. "Your sentence will be light," she said, in a tone of voice that indicated she thought it was too light, "if you confess to your accused crimes, which are not heavily prosecuted in purgatory. Only fifty years or so." In purgatory, fifty years was like a month in the Earth world. At least to Alex. "If you fight, though...I can't promise you anything." There was a hungry look in her eyes - almost like, fight, please.
"You will get a trial," said Alex in a tone of exhaustion. "But the punishment will be much more severe if you fight the charges. Right now, you are charged with arms dealing, selling drugs, and prostitution." I'm shocked there's no murder charge, she mused to herself. "We can provide you with an attorney. But you might be better off without him."
Alex tapped her finger on the table. She didn't really want to do this, but it was an order from her superior. It was terrible, the way the Bureau ordered angels around these days. Alex would have her vengeance, soon. "There is one other option open to you," she said. "If you are willing to take it."
Alex frowned. "What is Dirty Dozen? I am suggesting that you work for us. As an undercover agent. Of course, we would have to collar you. And the work would be dangerous. You might be better off with the fifty years."
Alex had really hoped that she would not say that. It wasn't that Alex cared what happened to Flo - she just didn't want to be in a situation where she would have to be in communication with her. And we would hardly wait maximum security on you, dear. "Very well," said Alex, crossing her legs. "Have you heard of the Fox? We're having difficultly locating his den, so we need someone to get in his inner gang. I warn you, many agents have disappeared in similar operations."
Alex narrowed her eyes. "We don't need you to take him out," she said coldly. "Just make nice with him and send us the location of the den when you have it. We'll do the rest." This is a waste of time. He'll see right through this idiot. Oh, well. At least it's a way to get rid of her. "Wait...you said Calliope?" Instantly, her expression became even darker.
"Of course I know a selfish old hag who refuses to better her home and instead takes any opportunity to make things worse, because she's a junkie," responded Alex without a hint of hesitation. It was only mildly surprising to her that the Fox seemed to want to kill her. "So you were already fighting the Fox," summarized Alex. "Will that make it difficult for you to befriend him?"
"An adrenaline junkie," answered Alex. "The worst kind. Well, if that's the case, then we should be able to get you out of here shortly. All we need to take care of is your "collar"." Without further explanation, Alex stood and left the room. She returned a few minutes later, carrying a heavy stack of paper typed in small print. "Sign here," said Alex, stabbing her finger at a line on the first page. "You don't need to pay attention to all of the little details. It's just a standard selling-your-soul magical contract."