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Xandra Gastrell

"You can hate me for who I am or what I do, but you will never know who I am, or understand why I actually do it."

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a character in “Black Order: Necromancy”, as played by xChronicLiar

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-Age: 21
-Gender: Female
-Height: 5"7'
-Weight: 136 lbs.
-Hair Color: Pure Diamond Blonde (Yes, it's a real color.)
-Eye Color: Amber

(Will also put up later.)

-Necro Class: Cybernetic Necromancer

-Personality:
Having being raised as a boy, she's definitely not what you call "feminine". Xandra is rough, competitive, arrogant, rude, and she's loud. To add to all of that, she's also an outgoing person, if you couldn't tell already. She's only arrogant about her power, but she doesn't brag. She usually taunts her opponent of their skills, since she believes that her necromancy skills are amazing (which isn't exactly a lie, especially with a demonic spirit's power combined), she usually underestimates her opponents, leading to her defeat at times.

Xandra is also only afraid of one thing; losing people she cares about. It's more than a regular feeling of it though. She would almost freak out whenever she lost someone or thinks of losing them. So since it's mostly the only thing she's afraid of, she would not be reluctant to try something new.

Her motto would be a "don't plan, just do" kind of thing. She hates planning, as much as she hates being restrained or being downgraded from her spontaneous personality.
She's also very social, and she would make friends easily, just not female ones. Because of her personality, she doesn't know how to act around girls and would most likely hurt their feelings, but not on purpose. Feeling nervous around females despite being a female herself, her inexperience of how to act towards females shines very clear.

Despite her outer exterior, she cherishes everything she loves and cares about, and she's forced to be strong as a strong willed interior. She fights her past from haunting her and making her agnostic, being a optimistic one. Because of her past, she's really clingy to the people who would still turn an eye to her, and she protects them the best she can.

-Bio:
When Xandra was around eight years old, her memories were gone and she was lying in the alleyway on a pouring day. Just when she thought it was the end of her, she was saved by a man. He told her about Necromancy, and how people who have the ability to practice it were called "Necromancers". Confused at first, she thought he was insane, until he showed her. That day, she also learned that she had the potential to be a Necromancer.

The man, although she never really did know his name, became her mentor, and she called him by "Master". He taught her everything he knew, as a Cybernetic Necromancer. He also nurtured her, and read her stories of superheroes always saving the day. Because of her liking to them, he named her "Xandra", which meant "the savior of humanity". He also gave her his surname "Gastrell".

She was raised up as a boy, and she hung around boys instead of girls. To her, girls seemed too fragile and talkative. Hanging around boys were more fun and rough, and they always made rude insults to each other, but they were playful ones. Because of that, she picked up an accent and became a complete masculine character.
When Xandra was thirteen years old, something went wrong. She came back later than her usual curfew, and saw a light in her master's workshop where he kept trying to create a perfect species of undead. She checked in on him, to see if he was sleeping or not, and had to bear witness his death. He summoned a demonic spirit instead of what he had expected, and the said spirit killed her mentor.

Scared out of her wits, she tried to run away, but it saw her, chased after her, and was about to kill her when she was cornered, until it asked, "do you want your precious master to come back alive and for you to keep your life? If you do then I just have one request." She was so scared out of her mind, and she cared for her master so much that she didn't consider the consequences and immediately agreed.

The demonic spirit merely laughed and brought her mentor back to life, only to have him try to kill her. The demon then possessed her body, and controlled her as its medium and vessel. Xandra, with the demon possessing her, killed her mentor again, having only able to fight back for the demon's control of her body then. When she regained consious, she was horrified at what just happened. Her left eye was injured.

The spirit taunted her, and was remaining within her mind, as it enjoyed feeding on her fear, and laughed at her foolishness of his possession over her. But because it was to remain there, she was given its powers, having to fight day and night back at the demon so it would not be able to take total control over her. Whenever she would use it's powers, marks would appear on her body, and when it's all over her body to the last bit, it will take total control, no matter what.

When she could gather all of her feelings and could actually be able to move again, she noticed a note on the floor and read it out of curiosity. It read "dear Xandra, if anything shall ever happen to me, I would like you to find a man named Aleister Crowely. He is an old friend, and will surely look over you."

From then, she became more brave and changed herself. Xandra tried to fufill her mentor's request and went to find the man called Aleister Crowely. Ever since then, she trained from different Cybernetic Necromancers for short periods of times and went on to keep finding him.

When she finally found him..or, at least the person he was using as a vessel, she joined him even though she knew it was wrong. Even though she knew it was against her love of justice. She just accepted it, since she would think that "With this demon inside me, I could never be a hero. I could never be one of the good guys. Heh..it's funny how my name means "the savior of mankind" when I'm doing something like this to people.."

-Sample Post:
(This would be a scene when she fights someone that isn't much of concern, just a random Necromancer. It's just an action kind of post.)
The dark flame, filled with screaming souls and burnt more than any other flame headed towards her and brushed her arm, barely missing and making a severe burnt mark that made her flinch. She sucked it up though and replied, "Hah! Is that the best you got? And you call yourself a Necromancer? Pft." She laughed a bit."Don't kid' with me! I'd tell you to come back when you get better, but I'm gonna have to kill you before you do that."

Xandra smiled at the Necromancer's look of hatred combined with embarrassment. She then summoned one of her simple knives, thinking that this sort of level of Necromancy deserved an equal level and infused it with dark magic. Looking sorrowfully at the Necromancer who will be yet another one of the people she will kill, she swallowed her pain. Sprinting towards him with incredible speed, she held the knife next to the wide-eyed, surprised Necromancer's neck who was too slow to react and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry..I never wanted to actually do this." She slit his neck without hesitation and stood there as his blood splattered all over her.

So begins...

Xandra Gastrell's Story

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"Ah, Dammit!" Xandra kicked a rock a few feet away. She sighed as she thought out loud "Well what the hell am I suppose to do now?" After walking for half a day when she finished resting in the town before, she had grown tired of doing nothing except walk. She was lost, even though she didn't want to admit it. The Great Xandra was lost. Why? As she thought more, she got more frustrated. "Where is this stupid Black Order place?!" She yelled to the world, although no one would hear her.

At the town before, like always, she asked people where this "Aleister Crowely" person is. Most people didn't answer, or had no idea who he even was. She picked up a few bits of information, like how he's suppose to be a Necromancer or something. Okay, that's mostly all she knew. Until she met this strange old man when she was about to leave. No, I mean, really old..and wrinkly.

She shivered, saying, "old people look so darn old.." to herself, like the immature person she was. But, she decided to asked at least one more person about him before she left, just to see if at least someone as old as him would know about Aleister. To her surprise, (Well, only a bit..old people should know a lot according to her, since they're old and would know more.) He actually knew something that's more important than what most people would give her. He seemed to beam a bit at his name strangely, too. Though, the only thing he told her was "Go to the Black Order.. they would know. You'll know when you see it."

So, off she was to the "Black Order." Wherever that was. When she thought about it, a "Black Order" was something sounding of that like a cult organization. How the old man knew of it, she didn't question, as she was too excited to know the search would finally be over, after all of these years! And when she further thought about just where "Black Order" would be, she thought of something being like that of a religious group, maybe. As Xandra was passing through the town, and having no luck in finding anything close to what she imagined it to be..but then again, what should she imagine it as?

She was about to turn back when she saw a gigantic, cathedral-looking place. This was what she would imagine it to be. Big, black, and creepy but cool at the same time. Maybe this was the Black Order place she was suppose to look for? Well, she didn't mind either way if it was or not.. it had gargoyles. And gargoyles are epic, though it was the first time she saw them in real life. She only saw them when she was younger when she read about those in comic books. It was no time to be admiring them though, she had to see if anyone was there.

Xandra walked up to the doors and stood there wondering if she should knock or something..but, that's not the type of person she is. Pointing her head up to the sky and cupping both hands around her mouth, she yelled, "OOOI! IS ANYONE IN THIS PLACE?" at the top of her lungs. Surely, someone should've heard? She didn't really care about how loud and rude she seemed. This was natural, right?

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"Tch." Xandra sighed heavily as she begun tapping her feet, which got faster and faster. Looking around and listening to anything, she soon found out everything was quiet. Nothing, nothing at all was happening, The only things she saw was the huge cathedral-like building over her head, the gargoyles looking down with stone cold eyes, and the lifeless ground, with only stone, making a clack sound whenever she tapped her foot. Geting more impatient and frustrated, she looked at her right arm, where she expected to be a watch but soon realized she doesn't have one on. She remembered when she was young, whenever cartoons were on she saw the person look at their watch when they were getting impatient. "I must really get myself a watch to complete the impatient look.." she said to herself.

After remembering that, it reminded her of something else. In the cartoons Xandra watched when she was young, there were also people smashing through doors. It was as awesome as the gargoyles. The idea was something that was too epic for her to think thoroughly about it. Besides, she went all this way, fatigue and hungry, just to find this stupid place that no one was answering. "If I can't be polite and wait for someone to answer, I guess I'll have to just break through." Yes, to her, yelling is polite. It was better than when she was angry and tried to knock on the door. She had to pay for it, if you know what I mean.

Walking back slowly, she stopped, smirked, and put her hood up. "Let's get this party started." She ran at top speed, but she felt a something pushing her back. When she tried harder, it felt like her insides were tightening up. It was the first time she felt a bit hesitant. But, her pride and determination didn't let her stop after all of this walking just to walk back in shame. She decided to add a bit of a boost from dark magic. After all, it couldn't hurt to try.

Starting again, faster and infused with dark magic this time, her legs took off and she jumped, sticking her right leg out. The light shone on her flying blonde hair as she flew through the air, crashing through the entrance. "Sorry to burst in, but I don't like waiting." She tumbled a bit and got up, brushing dust and dirt off of her clothes. "Oh, and about your door, it was looking old anyways. At least you get the chance to buy a new one!" She laughed. "Now..can someone finally answer my darn question. It's the only thing I've been always been waiting for."

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She barely had time to react when she was sent flying out the entrance, surprised and a bit annoyed. Falling onto the hard floor once again, she sucked her teeth. "Damn! That friggin' hurted..why does she have to wear so much metal?" as Xandra clutched her chest in pain. She was lucky that she didn't wear cheap clothes, and that it wasn't the first time someone kicked her that hardly. Still, it had been a long time since someone did. She hated the feeling too. It felt like she was inferior to everyone at this place..and that they were looking down at her. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to kick down the doors of this oh-so "sacred place"? Even if it was just to ask some dumb question, people would never understand what one answer meant to her. Regretting things wouldn't do her any good though.

The pain slowly went away, so she slowly started to get up..slowly, though. It really stung. That lady who kicked her was really scary..and strict. She never met someone as strict as this. It made her feel a bit interested in getting to know who the person that had that much strength in her kick to send her flying back that much. Still, why get so mad over a stupid door getting kicked down? She could just get or build a new one. Xandra glanced up as someone approached her with calm-looking face. At least calmer than that orangish, blondish woman. She looked away, feeling embarrassed that she was sent flying from a kick. She perked up when he started to speak.

“I... apologise on behalf of my lady friend, ma'am. She can get a tad... physical if someone interrupts important business.”

Xandra was about to answer when she thought..can she actually trust this person? Whatever, if he knew something then she could finally get out of this place. With a sigh, she calmly looked at him and replied. "Yeah..if you know who he is, do you know where I can find Aleister Crowely?" She soon stared at the weird thing that followed the man. She'd seen one of them before, just not many. Biting her lip, she couldn't help but feel like people looked down on her. "Stop it..stop looking down on me!" she thought deep inside.

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"..Hm. I guess you can't always get things without something in return." Xandra replied. "Ha ha, well that's alright." She slowly got up since the pain wasn't as bad anymore. Before she spoke, she noticed the amount of mechanized skeletons that the woman before her summoned and smirked. "Oh? What do we have here? Judging on what I did, I guess it's reasonable. I'm not really in the mood to fight though." Even so, she kept her guard up, for that she didn't know what the person had in mind. "If you really need to know, I'm Xandra. I don't think you'd need to know my surname." At her second question, she pondered a bit. There weren't many other reasons. Well, not any other at all. After a short while, Xandra finally spoke. "Well, not particularly. Someone just told me to come here to know. I guess it wasn't really a good reason to break down a door though.." She laughed a bit. Though, it felt like she shouldn't with the woman staring at her with such cold eyes..it made her kind of want to break eye contact.

Soon after, she started to speak again. "Now that I answered your questions, before I ask you answer who the heck and where Aleister Crowely is, can you tell me your name?. It's only common curtsey ya'know." With a smile on her face. Maybe that question wouldn't really make sense for a person who just rudely kicked down a door though. Xandra wanted to at least know the name of the person who made her this intrigued. There's not a lot of people this strict..or at least people she met.

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"Hm. Christine..Walker. That's a nice name." Xandra said out loud with a smile. "Nice to meet'cha. And sorry 'bout that, really. I can build you a new one ya'know. That's a pretty important sounding position though.." she paused for a few seconds. "Does it feel nice to feel important and belong somewhere?" She asked quietly without thinking. When she quickly realized what she asked, she quickly tried to cover it. "A-ah.." She cleared her throat and waited for Christine's reply, almost a minute. Though, it felt like forever. When she finally answered, Xandra stood there shocked and with her eyes wide open.

"Aleister Crowely is...was a Black Necromancer. However, in light of recent events, it appears you have not heard. Why do you want to find this man?"


Wait..he has been dead? Has she been wasting her time all along? She was too late..now she could never fulfill her master's will. After all of this time searching for this man, the news had taken a pounding to her. "Is..is that so?" She said with her voice breaking. Xandra tried to stop herself though. She couldn't cry in front of this woman! She just couldn't! It's been around eight years since she cried and she isn't now. "Well.." She cleared her throat once again and tried to find an answer for her instead of telling her the real reason. Besides, it's not like she'd understand. But what excuses could she even make? People always did say that the truth was better..what else could she possibly say anyway? ..eight years ago, before my master died, his will said to look for him. I've been searching since..but I guess there's no reason to now." She smiled sorrowfully. "Heh, I think that I really shouldn't' have kicked down a door fer a dead person. 'Guess I should start working on that door now, 'fore I take my leave." She put her head down, her hood back up, turned around then walked away to get some things to start building. Her dignity was broken in pieces, just like that door. Or, what was left of it.

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Stopping after hearing a really soft voice, she soon turned around and saw the girl who the woman Christine was talking to. What did she want from her? Apparently, she had a few questions too. It wouldn't really hurt to answer some questions she had in mind.

"Who was your master? Did he know of Aleister - how much? How did they meet - or did they ever? Why would he ask you to come find him in his will?"


What? Did this girl know Aleister? Xandra gave her a surprised look. Wow, did she had a lot of questions, many in which she didn't know the answer to. The girl didn't look that old..or sounded that soft. She never really heard someone as tall as her talking like that. Nevertheless, she didn't want to hurt her feelings..she looked kind of fragile. "Ahaha, you sure have a lot of questions don't you?" She gave her a friendly smile. The red-headed kid looked a bit nervous, so she tried not to make her even more uncomfortable. She exhaled a bit and continued. "It's alright though. I don't particularly mind. Hm.." Xandra paused a bit. "Well..I never actually knew his name, haha. He'd never tell me. I'm not actually sure how much he knew him, nor how did he meet. I don't really know any answer for those questions..He'd never mention Aleister to me." She then answered her last question, which she knew the answer to. "But, I do know the answer to your last question. People never really wanted to tell me.. they'd either look scared or get angry at me or somethin'. Don' kno why they did." She gave her an apologetic smile to her. "Sorry if I wasn't much help..what was your name again?" She asked. For some reason, Xandra just liked to ask people what their names were. Not really why, but she was always just curious. Funny how she never really asked what her master's name was.