Age: 20 years old
Occupation: Xandy is a university student studying neuroscience. She has a fascination with the human brain and how it works. Since reading some of Poe's works, such as The Cask of Amontillado, she has had a keen interest about the brain. In particular, she enjoys learning about neurological disorders. Although her parents would have liked her to become an engineer of some sort, she plans to become a neurologist, or more particularly, a neurosurgeon. She also has an interest in psychology. She is considering getting a degree in psychology as well.
Height and Weight: Xandy is 5 feet 6 inches tall. She weighs 125 pounds.
Physical Appearance: Xandy has an angular face and a lithe, petite build. She is not particularly strong, but she is fast. She has wavy chocolate brown hair and piercing dark green eyes. Her nose is long and rather skinny, and the skin around her mouth crinkles a little when she smiles. She has thin, arched eyebrows that make her seem like she perpetually knows a secret that you don't. Perhaps she does and perhaps she doesn't. She has two piercings on her left ear and one on her right ear. On her hip, there is a small, dark birthmark in the shape of a bean.
Clothing: Alexandra usually wears a pair of well worn skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and a cardigan. If the occasion calls for it, she will wear a dress, but of course, she doesn't enjoy being dolled up all too much. She's never been one for frills and laces, but then again, she's never really been into the whole grunge look either. She supposes that she's lukewarm- an inbetweener. That's how it's been for most of her life, anyways. As a busy college student, she prefers comfort and ease of travel over aesthetics. Girls who manage to always look well dressed and well rested in her classes never cease to amaze her. She tries to look presentable, but it's a daily struggle, getting up early enough to get everything done in the mornings. She isn't one to wear too much makeup, partly because it bothers her, and partly because she's just too lazy to put a lot on. Usually for Xandy, her makeup consists of eyeliner, mascara, a little bit of concealer, blush, lip balm, done. Makeup was always one of those things that puzzled Xandy- if you were going to just paint another face over yours, why didn't you just save up the makeup money to get plastic surgery? Not that she'd ever get plastic surgery, but... you know what she means.
Personality: Alexandra is detached to the rest of the world and those around her would describe her as a bit odd. She's disconcertingly quiet, and not shy quiet either. She is perfectly capable of being talkative and loud, but she chooses not to be. Most of what she says makes very little sense to her own friends, but she's not being unintelligible- she just makes observations that they don't catch. She can't stand extremely loud people, in the classroom, or anywhere. They hinder her thinking, and honestly, they just make a lot of noise pollution. She has a sharp tongue if she gets involved in a verbal argument. Her voice never rises higher than a normal speaking voice. She's less likely to fight back if she was ever held captive, she'd probably think of a logical way to escape. She shows disdain towards showing too much emotion (e.g. breaking down sobbing on the sidewalk) and feels that if you were going to be obnoxious and shove your feelings down people's throats, do it to people that actually care. She comes off as a cold bitch to most, but how other people view her doesn't really matter. To befriend her would either mean that you were extremely lucky, or she found you intelligent enough to talk to.
Biography: As a child, Alexandra was brought up in an extremely strict family. She had two older siblings who were constantly making their parents proud. When Xandy was 8, her older sister Blaire got a perfect score on her SATs. When she was 9, her older brother William won the national science fair. So Xandy worked her way up to avoid being outshone by her siblings. Her entire childhood and adolescence was a competition. There was no room for princesses and kitchen play sets when she was a girl. There were no sleepovers with her girlfriends and whispering about crushes when she was a teen. She studied as hard as she could from third grade to sixth grade. After that, everything came naturally. When she got to seventh grade, she'd already learned everything in the curriculum by herself. She was no child prodigy, even though her teachers insisted that she was and bumped her up two grades. She was just a girl who had finally reached the ranks of her siblings. No Vittoire had ever gotten to university at the age of 17. She was finally worth boasting about.
When she was a young girl, she was surrounded by books and tutors while other girls her age were surrounded by dolls and friends. Xandy never had any real friends, and any kids her age she met were all children of her parents' friends. Xandy found them insufferable and loud, and thus refused to talk to them. Instead, she shut herself in her room and simply read a book. To her, there was no such thing as a Barbie. This world was the only one she knew, and there was nothing else. When she entered kindergarten, she was already far ahead of her classmates. She could read short chapter books while her class struggled on Clifford's Big Adventure. She could do simple multiplication while everyone else tried to add. That was nothing though. As she got to first and second grade, her classmates simply regarded her as the smart girl. There was nothing particularly special about her. She was pretty quiet, but she had a few friends too. When word spread that William had won Nationals, everyone congratulated her. And that's when she got fed up. She was done with everyone fawning over her siblings and their accomplishments. It was bad enough at home, when her parents were treating Matthew like their special pet, cooing about his good work. She started studying to gain recognition from her parents. She didn't have time to play horses with her friends when there was work to be done.
To Xandy, this meant war.
By the time she reached middle school she was seen as a genius. She stopped studying as hard once she reached seventh grade. All of her friends had moved on to find other friends, but she didn't mind anyways. Friends were fleeting. In seventh grade, her teachers gave her an analytic test, surprised at her ability. It showed that she was well above 8th grade level, and her teachers suggested moving her to freshman year in high school. Her parents, of course, accepted jubilantly. In high school, it was hard for her to make acquaintances. She breezed through high school and was soon swamped with university applications. With every application, it was another reason for her parents to dote on her. Eventually, she became the pride of her parents and the talk of her parents' social circle. Now, she has to keep her status.