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Oaklie Alex Kross

"Why are you doing this?" So she decided to stop, and just walk away from being a soldier. But her life is still filled with a single question: Why?

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a character in “Alaganda”, as played by Lucky

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Oaklie Alex Kross

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: -Oaklie Alix Kross
Alias/Nicknames: - Oak
Gender: - Female
Nationality: – Syrinia
Birth Date: - June 21
Age: - 23
Descendent(of): - Sex Slave
Current Residence: - None
Job/Profession: - Wanderer/Mercenary
Title: - Ex-Soldier
Political Stance: - Rogue
Personal Alignment: - Good

APPEARANCE
Height: - 5 ft. 10 inches
Weight: - 150 lbs
Build: - Slender, low body fat, extremely toned, defined arms and abdominal muscles.
Eye Color: - Navy blue
Hair Color: - Brunette
Handedness: - Ambidextrous
Skin Shade/Color: - Lightly tanned
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: - Has a long scar from the outer part of her left wrist to her elbow. Scars on her back and another on the inside of her right palm. Has a tattoo on her right forearm of a long compass arrow without directions, and the quote: Life without direction. World of possibility.
Description: - Oak always tries to keep her eyes covered with sunglasses and her hood up. She typically wears a maroon hoodie with a heavy black trench coat over that reaches her knees. She also has a grey beanie. She wears a black tank top underneath her sweatshirt, and a pair of old faded black fingerless gloves. Oak rubs the scar on her left arm if she's nervous. Her shoulders and body is always stiff and tense, unless she's extremely exhausted. Due to harsh training, she's learned to keep still and silent for long periods of time. Another habit is for her to rub her neck or pull her beanie lower if she gets embarrassed.

MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Lesbian
Relationship/Marital status: - Single
Family/relatives: - Doesn't know
State of Mind: - Alexithymia (inability to describe and identify emotions in oneself), Reckless,
Friends/Allies: -
Education: - Military training, basic high school
Likes: - Rain, humor, guns, challenges
Dislikes: - Oppression, crying
Hobbies: - Cleaning her guns, physical exercise, watching the night sky
Personality: - Usually quiet and reserved, guarded, sarcastic, stubborn, might come off cocky about certain things, extremely loyal to friends, sometimes impulsive, reckless about own safety, uses actions to show that she cares rather than words. Oak gets frustrated when she doesn't understand emotions from herself and others, often deciding to shut everyone out.
Habits/Quirks - Overly protective of her guns, wears sunglasses all the time, flexes/clenches right hand.
Debilitating Fears (If any) - Open water (lakes, oceans, swimming)

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Military rifle, pistol, black combat knife
Accessories: – Has a thigh holster for her pistol, rifle is always either in her hands or slung over her shoulder with the strap.
Miscellaneous: – Ammo is kept in packs strapped around her belt.

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Guns (preferred long range), excellent shot with her rifle.
Hand-to-Hand: – Brutal and lacks discipline, mainly survival approach.
Weapons Style: – Long range is favored, able to wait patiently for long periods of time for a shot. Guns.

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – Single
Family: – None
Known Languages: – English
Proficiency(Specific Skills/What are they good at?): – Sneaking, laying in wait, really strong for her size, long range shooting.
Personal History/Background: - She doesn't really know who her parents were, but she does know that she was born to be a soldier. That was the destiny someone else made for her when they bought her as an infant. Growing up with one purpose didn't allow her much leeway to think about what she was doing. Some of Oaklie's first memories include combat training and physical endurance. As a child, there were many other kids who were born to be soldiers, but only the strongest would survive. They thought that if they survived to become soldiers, their lives would get easier, so many of the kids would turn on each other. Oaklie managed to make it through, being placed in the army as soon as she could pass off as old enough. Collecting taxes in the form of property, money, or people, Oak also did her fair share of rogue exterminations and other immoral missions with little thought. However, after her squad was sent to capture or kill a troublesome group of rogues, Oaklie was asked a question by one of the rogues: why are you doing this? Oaklie couldn't answer that. So, she made the first real decision she'd ever made in her life. She left. She walked out of the building, blood stained footprints leaving a trail as she left her life. Knowing she deserted the army, Oak sold her uniform and began her life as a rogue when she was 22. She doesn't have any real direction besides trying to live her own life.
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - None yet.

ANY OTHER INFORMATION:

Name: Oaklie Kross
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Status: Rogue

Physical Description: She wears a black tank top under her maroon hoodie. Standing at 5'10, Oak is lean, toned, and scarred from her years of service. She's also clad in dark, ragged jeans with black combat boots. She typically wears her hood up, a grey beanie, black aviator sunglasses, and a black trench coat to hide her identity.

Personality: Sarcastic, protective, rough, guarded, distant, doesn't really talk much. She sometimes seems cocky, but that's usually a front.

Equipment & Abilities: The only equipment she kept from when she ran away was her military rifle, pistol, and combat knife. She is a very good marksman and has decent hand to hand combat. Due to the conditions she was forced to endure, Oak has an extremely high tolerance to pain and discomfort. She's super quiet, and can easily bunker down for days.

Historical Background: She doesn't really know who her parents were, but she does know that she was born to be a soldier. That was the destiny someone else made for her when they bought her as an infant. Growing up with one purpose didn't allow her much leeway to think about what she was doing. Some of Oaklie's first memories include combat training and physical endurance. After her squad was sent to capture or kill a troublesome group of rogues, Oaklie was asked a question by one of the rogues: why are you doing this? Oaklie couldn't answer that. So, she made the first real decision she'd ever made in her life. She left. She walked out of the building, blood stained footprints leaving a trail as she left her life. Knowing she deserted the army, Oak sold her uniform and began her life as a rogue when she was 22. She doesn't have any real direction besides trying to live her own life.

So begins...

Oaklie Alex Kross's Story

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...Oaklie Alex Kross...

The clouds were twisting and turning, the sky giving little hints at what was to come. Pulling her hood lower over her face, Oaklie Kross remained in the shadows. She'd been given a mission. Apparently one of the local shop keepers was hiring bandits to raid his suppliers before they reached the shop. The rather rich father of one of those caravanners discovered the unjust death of his son, deciding to get revenge. Oaklie didn't really care about the reasons. It was a job, and she was good at it. Why are you doing this? She didn't react to the voice that had been plaguing her life for the past year.

The little trading post was actually well guarded. Seemed that the keeper had enough profits to buy off a gang of misfits... well, misfits with guns. Adjusting her sunglasses, Oaklie laid out under the cover of the woods. She set her rifle up, propping it against the ground as she set her sights on the door. She had followed a few of the bandits back from their raid, knowing the exchange would be made. For the father, this was about revenge. But for Oaklie... it was just business, work. It just had to be done. Why?

Shaking her head, Oaklie rested her cheek against the gun, breathing in softly as she watched the door open. A large man with a gruff beard chuckled loudly, patting his hand on the bandit leader's shoulder. Just as he leaned backwards, a little kid ran out of the house, chasing after a large dog. Stopping her breathing, Oak lined up her sights and fired. One shot rang out, a second later the man fell to the ground, red painted on his door. Shouts could be heard as the bandits, just a clan of hired rogues really, spread out in search of her. The dog also barked and growled.

Slinging her rifle over her shoulder, Oaklie disappeared from her vantage point. Her employer requested that she take back the horse that was his son's. It was a black and white paint, luckily it was tied up behind the house. Having planned everything out before hand, it was easy to slip passed the guards and cut the horse loose. A few hours later of hard riding, Oak rode into a small town and straight up to the house. Even though the sun was setting, peeking out just below the storm clouds, Oak took comfort in her sunglasses.

"You've returned. Very good Kross. Here is the rest of your payment." He tossed her a bag of coins. Oaklie caught it effortlessly, hiding it in her pack. She didn't converse with him, just turned around and walked away. She wanted to get as far from town as possible. Her destination was NYC, but she knew she was a long ways. She still needed to pass through KC.

"Aye there, it too bright out here for ya, darlin'?" A young guy grinned as he circled her. Oaklie didn't react, instead mapping out how far she was from the tree line. The small town was worthless to her, and the steady rain just began. "Aye, I'm talkin' to ya!" The pistol in his face shut him up fast, and his hands shot up in surrender. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see people taking notice. One of the self appointed guards grabbed his own gun. Clenching her jaw, Oaklie tensed her muscles.

"There trouble here?" The guard questioned, and she could feel his gun trained on her. The young guy stepped back, trying to put distance between himself and Oaklie. "Wait... aren't you--" Oaklie swung around, hitting the guard upside the head with the butt of her pistol in the process. A second later, she was bolting into the woods, hearing gunshots go off behind her. The rain was pounding now and thunder rolled through. She ran for a couple miles, barely making progress due to the muddy and tough terrain. A stinging finally caught her attention, and she realized that a bullet had hit her in the right shoulder. Ignoring the burn, she continued on until she saw a farmhouse in a clearing. With a heavy sigh, she limped up to the house in her drenched clothing, leaning heavily against the front door to catch her breath.

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She needs a place to stay, huh. That's not really surprising, considering the tired look on her face. Shaw had thought to himself. He took note that Sarah had still been pointing her gun at him, though she may not be as tense as a few moments ago, she still held up her guard even when asking to stay. β€œThe rain is coming down out there, isn't it.” Shaw brought back his attention from outside to the girl standing before him. β€œIt's not really my say though. I don't own this house, and am actually just a drifter myself. You'd have to ask-” Alex was then cut off mid-sentence by an older woman's voice.

β€œWhat're ya doin' makin' the poor girl wait?” Shaw was surprised to see that Miss Harris had gotten up as well. Although he really shouldn't be that surprised, considering all the noise Sarah made coming in. β€œShe must be freezin'. Just 'cause you like walkin' 'round with yer shirt off don't mean other people are as hot blooded as ya.” Miss Harris knocked the man on the back with her fist and began to lead the girl inside.

Shaw could feel his face warm up a bit at the woman's comment. He began to rub strands of hair in between his fingers once again. β€œMiss Harris, you really don't have to criticize me on what I wear to bed-” The man was cut off again, but not by any person's speech this time, but by the all the red in his vision. Looking toward the door a young woman could be seen with crimson spanning a lot of her leg. She was leaning on the door, obviously in pain. β€œMiss Harris, do we have room for one more?” Shaw asked turning around to look at both Miss Harris and Sarah.

β€œOh good lord.” The woman left the side of Sarah and turned her attention to the new girl. Leading her by the hand, she pulled the girl over to Shaw. β€œA little help here, boy?” Miss Harris looked at him expectantly.

β€œR-right.” The man took the woman's arm and pulled it across his shoulders and began to lift her up a bit, taking pressure off her legs to help her move more easily without moving her wounded leg too much. He walked the woman over to the couch and gently set her down.

β€œNow, I'm gonna get some towels to dry these two off. So Shaw,” Miss Harris looked at the man and couldn't really come up with anything to say. β€œYou just watch 'em.”

Watch them? And what else? I don't really know what I'm supposed to do. Shaw looked after the woman quizzically as she hastily walked away.

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"I don't need help..." Oaklie clenched her jaw, sitting stiffly on the couch. By the looks of it, the three people didn't seem too dangerous, but one could never truly tell. Obviously the older lady was in charge, but Oak didn't quite know whether she should stay. The house seemed too... too cozy... too domestic. The guy standing there seemed also unsure of the situation. With a heavy sigh, Oaklie glanced at her shoulder, seeing that it wasn't bleeding too much. In fact, the sting in her arm wasn't as painful as her leg. For the first time since her escape, she glanced down, seeing the blood covering her leg. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, only to wince and lean against the couch's arm for support. Out of breath, Oak reached into her pack and pulled out the pouch of coins she got from her job.

"I'll be gone tomorrow." She dropped her pack to the floor, holding the pouch that rattled with coins. "I don't want to hurt you or your family. When I leave, it'll be like we never met. Deal?" Oak bit back a whimper at the pain from standing on her leg, refusing to seem weak in front of these strangers. She'd pay them... it'd just be business, right? Oaklie hoped the guy... Shaw would take her offer. Although, by the look of the other girl in the room, with a rifle, Oaklie wasn't too sure about this group.

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Sarah lays the gun on it's side across her lap, sitting in a perfect up-right position, remaining still. Her eyes scream of exhaustion, but she stares straight ahead, sparing the occasional glance towards Alex. What was it about him that she liked? It was weird. She just met the boy. For all she knew he could be a murderer. Which was unlikely of course, given that he appears to live with the sweet old lady. It was an odd thing to see a kind elder, all the old people she knew were rotten to the core, and would be doing the world a favor by hurrying up and dying already, but she was kind and helped me, and... her.

She glances over at the other side of the couch, where the injured woman sits. Who was she? She came out of nowhere and had appeared to have been shot. Though, she can't say much about her, given that she had just broke into someone's home and asked for shelter at gun-point. She didn't mean offense of course, she had just spent the majority of her life with cruel people. The two exceptions being Roach and her brother, who she barely knew.

But as far as she could tell, she could add Alex and the sweet elderly woman to the list. She wished she could just stay in this cozy little house forever, but she still needed to head to KC, and even if she didn't, chances are these people would help her and send her on her way, come morning time.

Without a second thought, she blurted out a question, but didn't look over to Alex as she did so. "How much time before I have to leave?"