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Alejandra A small girl stumbled down the street, crying and hiccuping. Blood stained her pretty face, and her hair, along with most of her body it seemed. Clutched in her hands, was a bloody knife, if it contained her blood or the blood of others was as of yet unknown. Spotting the bar, the only place with lights on, she stumbled towards the door, her vision blurring with new tears. Tripping over the steps, the young girl crashed head first into the door, opening it. She curled up on the floor, still clutching the knife, and yet clutching her head.
And she continued to cry. Would someone be bold enough to help her?
Alejandra
A small girl, full of mysteries.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Freddie-Ammerson
Last seen at: Gambit's Bar
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Description
A young girl wielding a huge knife, she is full of mysteries and death, even to her own writer. What can possibly be behind the blood stained face?
Personality
- Name: Alejandra Anderson
- Age: about 5 ish
- Height: 4 ft
- Weight: 60 lbs (?)
- Hair Color: black
- Hair Style: short and straight
- Eye Color/style: Red/like a humans
- Clothing: a simple black shirt designed for little kids and black shorts. She has a few pins in her hair
- History: Not much is known about Alejandra, besides how she was taught to act by her mother and the death of her friend.
- Personality: Shy and quiet. She is subservient to those who are older than her, unless they tell her not to or she remembers not to. Give her Milk, though, and she will trust you with her life.
- Weapons: a simple knife that she is never without
- Languages Known: an animalistic language known only to her and one of her friends, whom is dead; English
- Likes: Milk, Soup, bread, her knife
- Dislikes: people being mean, pain, her knife getting taken from her
- Relatives: Lloyd Anderson (Mother), Unknown man (God who kicked Aro out, and is Alejandra’s father)
- Equipment: the clothes on her back and a picture of Chrona and her father.
- Race: Unknown. Looks human
- Powers: unknown, is rather human for the time being
Alejandra's Story
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Alejandra A small girl stumbled down the street, crying and hiccuping. Blood stained her pretty face, and her hair, along with most of her body it seemed. Clutched in her hands, was a bloody knife, if it contained her blood or the blood of others was as of yet unknown. Spotting the Diner, the only place with lights on, she stumbled towards the door, her vision blurring with new tears. Tripping over the steps, the young girl crashed head first into the door, opening it. She curled up on the floor, still clutching the knife, and yet clutching her head.
And she continued to cry. Would someone be bold enough to help her?
And she continued to cry. Would someone be bold enough to help her?
Alejandra The young girl continued to cry, though it died down to a soft murmur. She hiccuped as she looked up at Alisia. She stayed quiet other than the crying, and froze. She seemed to be...scared of something.
Alejandra Rose stepped into the diner through a portal, frowning. "Lee, I have been looking for you."
Alejandra sniffled, watching the woman. She didn't know whether or not to talk to her or not. To dare to ask her for help. She started to talk, before shutting up and looking around in fear.
Rose sighed. "My superiors do not believe your story. They have ordered me to kill you."
Rose sighed. "My superiors do not believe your story. They have ordered me to kill you."
Alejandra curled up further into herself. "H-Help." She stammered out, before shutting up again. She closed her eyes tight, starting to silently cry.
Rose sighed. "I have no choice. They have fates worse than the one that will befall you." He said, taking out his sword anyway. He knew what Lee had done, had figured he would have done that from the start.
Rose sighed. "I have no choice. They have fates worse than the one that will befall you." He said, taking out his sword anyway. He knew what Lee had done, had figured he would have done that from the start.
Alejandra was startled by suddenly being picked up. "Wahh!" She said silently, startled into not crying anymore. She looked up at Alisia, unhidden surprise on her face before she buried her face in the older woman's shirt, knife still clutched in her hand.
Alejandra Rose stood at the ready, his wings unfolding themselves to their fullest. "I am truly sorry but I cannot tell you. It is information that is only for Angels and our superiors."
Alejandra blinked, before reaching for the knife again. "N-No!" She screamed out, suddenly crying again. She felt lost with out the knife, more feeble and weak.
Alejandra calmed down once she had the knife back in her grasp. She knew to be careful, she had always been careful with it. "T-thank you." She said silently, almost a whisper but not quite.
Alejandra took the cookie hesitantly, not knowing what it was. She looked up at Alisia in confusion before looking at the cookie again. She seemed unawares of the blood on her body.
Alejandra sat where she was told to, curled up around the cookie and the knife, looking at the cookie. She sniffed it curiously before licking it tentatively.
Alejandra blinked and looked at the milk, recognizing at least that. It was one of the few things she had been allowed in the way of food or drink. "Milk." She stated, with surprise. She reached for the glass, frowning when she couldn't reach it.
Alejandra gratefully took the cup, draining it almost as fast as she had grabbed it. "Bread?" She asked, leaving the cookie on the table. "Soup?" She knew what she was and wasn't allowed to eat.
Alejandra nodded, and waited. This woman seemed trustworthy, like her mother.
Bo, the cook, blinked, as she looked at Alisia. Smiling in return, she nodded. "I think I can arrange that. If only for someone so pretty." She mumbled, blushing slightly.
Bo, the cook, blinked, as she looked at Alisia. Smiling in return, she nodded. "I think I can arrange that. If only for someone so pretty." She mumbled, blushing slightly.
Alejandra curiously watched Stephen, looking down at her knife quickly. She was told that she should never stare at people.
Alejandra Bo grinned, shaking her head. "Its alright, really. Now here, before I change my mind." She said, handing Alisia a bowl of soup and a loaf of bread.
Alejandra blinked and looked at Stephen again, startled that someone so...tall had talked to her. She didn't know if she should talk to him or not. She was caked in now drying blood, even her face. She didn't seem aware of it either. "H-Hello." She muttered finally, quietly.
Alejandra gratefully took the soup and bread, little face lighting up. She set the plate down gingerly before turning to address Stephen. Since she was on her knees, she bowed, her forehead touching the floor in front of her, like she had been taught. "I am Alejandra Anderson."
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