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Xandy Vittoire

One day, the silent majority will be silent no more.

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a character in “Nosferatu: The Hunt”, as played by graphicromantics

Description

Full Name: Alexandra Aurora Vittoire, or preferably Xandy.

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.

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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.

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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.

So begins...

Xandy Vittoire's Story

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Pierreton Community College Campus, 12:30 pm

Xandy sat outside, skimming over a neurology book, croissant in hand. She rolled her eyes as she read over material that she'd learned years ago. She wondered why she hadn't gone to Yale or Wisconsin University, but then she remembered that they wouldn't take her because she was "too young". She adjusted her cardigan and took a bite of her lunch, rereading the textbook. As she sat, she heard two older girls walking past, talking about a class that they had just taken.

"Isn't Dr. Harding just brilliant, Sara?" the blonde one said.

"Kerrie, you've been gushing about him for the past 7 minutes," the redhead said.

Xandy looked up. She'd heard about Dr. Harding quite often, but she'd never taken any of his classes before. He taught about the history of Western Civilization, a class she'd never bothered to sign up for. She realized that she needed a book by Preston and Shapiro, and stood up, polishing off the last of her meager lunch. She grabbed her bag and headed to the nearby bookstore, "Selene Secrets".

About halfway there, she realized that she should have taken into account the wind when she was getting ready- her sheer white blouse, dark jeans, brown combat boots, and navy blue cardigan provided little protection from the wind. Her hair whipped around her face as she walked briskly to the bookstore.

She entered the old bookstore, breathing in the smell of books. She looked at the salesgirl, who was busy with another customer at the bulletin board. Xandy looked over the shelves, looking for Preston and Shapiro Electromyography and Neuromuscular Disorders but failing. She walked back over to the saleswoman.

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you had a book in stock?" she inquired.

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There was something about Tuesdays that Maiko Nakani-Maisuradze really fucking hated.

Maybe, she mused listlessly as she crossed the campus of the Pierreton Community College, maybe it was because Tuesday, inevitably, no matter what, came after Monday. Or maybe, corollarily, it was precisely because it succeeded Monday, the day the weekly grind of school and work resumed in full force. That was bad enough. Tuesday was just a reminder that the week wasn't even halfway over with.

Or fuck it, maybe it was just because Tuesday was just another day in a long, dull, dreary, eternally discontent existence. What more reason did there have to be?

Whatever. She wasn't gonna dwell on it. She had a destination in mind, and her body language was that of intent, the forward lean of her considerable stature contributing largely to that impression. On the way, every now and then, some imbecile would disentangle themselves from the writhing mass of nondescript flesh that comprised the student body of this hole in the middle of Fucking Nowhere, Wisconsin-- would approach Maiko, start flapping their lips about the typical inane bullshit. The consequences, one supposed, of being generally well-liked in a small town by people she ardently wished would die of a brain haemorrhage.

"Omigod, Maiko, you won't believe who I saw the other day!" one would gush joyously, as though what was to follow was going to completely rock the foundations of Maiko's existence. "Yes I will," she wanted to reply flatly. "Of course I'll believe who you saw the other day. In fact, you know what, don't tell me, I don't care. Unless you're about to tell me you saw Josef Stalin, Michael Faraday, and Ötzi the Iceman sitting out by the coffee shop discussing interface ontology, I don't give a shit. Also, it's my-ko, not 'may-ko'. Does it take any effort on your part to act like you have the IQ of a block of stale cheese, or is it something that comes naturally to you?"

She coulda said that, but she knew better than to be so open and honest if she really didn't have to, even if sometimes she almost wished she could be the kind of person to give a shit about that kind of bullshit. Instead, her high features lit up with a statuesque smile, a quality of genuine interest kindled in her green eyes, and, in a fabrication of amicability on par with a base, vile con-man's flawless reproduction of the most beautiful depictions of nature by Monet, she replied, "Well, don't keep me guessing. Who'd you see the other day?" And, lo and behold, their answer was, of course, something so utterly irrelevant that even Maiko, having steeled herself mentally to be subjected to something she couldn't bring herself to care about if she honestly, earnestly tried, was taken aback by how incredibly inane it was. "What a coincidence," she remarked with a light laugh, hoping with all her heart that, in the span of about a second, a mass of cumulonimbus clouds would form overhead, kick up a storm, and direct a stray lightning bolt right at the degenerate who honestly thought Maiko needed to hear about who they'd seen the other day.

Failing that, Maiko offered up some brief, equally asinine small talk, and then extracted herself from the idiot's presence, mentioning that she had to stop by someplace before work. And thus, following yet another dull encounter with another dull creature, just another drop of water in a vast, dull ocean, Maiko was off again, the soles of her boots crunching steadily against loose gravel, the chains hanging from her jeans clanking mechanically against one another and against the copper bullet casings that lined her belt; a white cord, in stark contrast against the general black of her leather jacket, snaked it from one of her pockets, splitting into two headphones buried in each ear, dutifully pumping blissful music directly into Maiko's brain.

Before long, Maiko was free of the campus, and heading a ways into the town itself-- though, small town like this, the college was just about all it had goin' for it. Certainly, it offered much of whatever this town had. And yet, in this case, Maiko found herself venturing beyond its borders. The campus bookstore at which she made enough of a paycheck to get by, for once, did not have what she was looking for (and, in a way, rightly so-- the shelves of the school bookstore were generally reserved for things that mattered)-- lacked resources on Maiko's latest thread of interest. For that reason was it that she found herself, then, shortly before she was due at the campus bookstore, in a decrepit old hole of a bookstore called Selene's Secrets.

Shit, by the name, you woulda thought the place sold perfumes, or lingerie, or some shit like that.

But no. It was, in fact, an establishment that specialised primarily in shit like curses, vampires, werewolves-- not even really the occult, or mysticism. She was pretty sure they were only there to make some easy cash on the kind of idiots who really, honestly thought werewolves or whatever were real and thought they could get some credible information from the books this place sold. As for Maiko? She was only here to fuel her latest passing fancy. After all, anybody knew vampires and witches were bullshit, but that didn't mean it couldn't be minutely amusing to read about them.

Upon entry, Maiko was assailed with the scent of incense drifting throughout the bookstore-- meh. Probably to add some kind of mystical atmosphere or whatever. If the incense bothered her, then as usual, it didn't show: Maiko merely directed a cordial grin towards the lady at the counter, and made to go about her business.

"Excuse me," Maiko heard someone say from the counter as she walked by. "I was wondering if you have Preston and Shapiro's 'Electromyography and Neuromuscular Disorders' in stock?"

Maiko probably wasn't gonna say anything about it until the lady at the counter mentioned that they didn't have it, which made sense, because this was where you came for shit about vampires, not for actual information. At that, however, Maiko did what she figured she was, of course, supposed to do in that situation; she turned to the woman in question-- she looked vaguely familiar to Maiko, probably went to the college, they all looked the same to her. "s'cuse me," she interjected politely. "But if you're looking for that book, we should have it in stock back at the campus bookstore. Feel free to drop by there anytime to pick it up." She punctuated it with a brief but friendly sort of smile-- y'know, the kind you were supposed to give when you acted all nice to people. At least, as far as Maiko had gathered.

((Had permission from xRoo for the bit of Neveah telling Xandy they don't have the book in question.))

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Xandy sighed with a little bit of annoyance. She should have known that Selene's Secrets only had books related to absolute drivel like vampires. As she was about to leave, a girl said,

"S'cuse me, but if you're looking for that book, we should have it in stock back at the campus bookstore. Feel free to drop by there anytime to pick it up."

The girl smiled, but Xandy could tell that it wasn't a real smile. She didn't really care whether it was or not. Xandy glanced at the girl, recognizing her from walks around campus. Her name was Maiko, and she seemed like one of the few people on campus that were not complete and utter idiots. Xandy might have taken the time to talk to her once in a while, but there were too many... airheads hanging around Maiko.

Xandy nodded curtly.

"Thank you for your help," she said, not returning the smile. She walked out of the old bookstore and breathed in fresh air. Christ, was it stifling in that bookstore. No matter how much incense boosted brain function (the number of alpha-2 in the left posterior portion of the brain rose significantly), it smelled awful to her.

She made her way back to the campus bookstore, where a petite, over-excited girl was all too happy to help her ("Hi there! I'm Claire! What are you looking for today! You know, we just got a huuuuuuge shipment of new books, so if you want to take a look at them, it'd be totally awesome! Hey, you're Alexandra Vittoire, aren't you? We have a class together! Hey, isn't that cool?"). It made Xandy want to dash her head against a rock, but that would cause significant brain damage, and that would be a shame. She purchased her book from Claire (finally!) and made her way to Neuro-Oncology.

She was less than thrilled to see that many of her classmates from Operative Skills in Neurosurgery were here as well. Then she saw Claire, waving at her with a huge smile plastered onto her face.

This would be a long, long semester.

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