--- Alexander Darell

[Alexander Darell]

Name:

Alexander Darell

Age:

11

Sex:

Male

Class:

Druid

Appearance:

Alexander is only eleven years old, and it shows. His face is still rounded with baby fat, along with his childish features still clinging to him, with no evidence of leaving any time soon. However, his body is starting that long trek of maturity, and the other druids say that changes will occur—to be ready.

Alex’s hair is dirty blonde in color naturally. It’s normally cut in a way Alex has only seen on one other person, and that would be Prince Arthur. Alex only saw him when he accompanied the druids into the city, and seeing as his hair was almost the exact same color as the prince’s, why not? Thin and slightly stringy, his hair falls in an extremely unkempt manner, a quick tussle here and there in the morning serves as all the attention it gets daily, excluding washing and such.

Alex has two almond-shaped, dark brown eyes carved by thin, short lashes and slightly bushy eyebrows. His other facial features are his rounded nose and thin pink lips. Normally, his face is set in a smile, but may sometimes occupy a smirk or grimace.

Alexander stands at an average height for his age, barely touching 4’6”. His legs only make up two thirds of his height, making his arms slightly longer than his torso. He has a thin, lean body structure for only eating main vegetation with the Druids he has lived with since as log as he can remember. His skin is pale, and doesn’t tan easily, normally it burns. Small freckles sprinkle his cheeks and forearms, but other than that, he is clean of blemishes.

Character:

Shy.
-- Shy is a great word to describe Alex. He doesn’t feel especially confidant with just randomly talking to people he doesn’t know, yet he is far from antisocial. He kind of puts on a mask when he is around people he doesn’t know. A mask that makes it seem that he doesn’t like to talk. The mask comes off, though, whenever he is alone with the druids, his family; he is very humorous and easy to get along with. He loves to sing when he is alone or with just the druids, but if you ask him to in front of people he doesn’t know—don’t get your hopes up.

Musical.
-- Music is Alexadner’s life. It has been since he was brought into this world, when his mom would sing to him before bed time every night. Jared loves to sing. His voice is a light tenor, and he loves to sing soft ballads that describe magic or valiantly. Singing is also a way for Alex to socialize with the musical Druids he lives with. Music is a bridge over gaps that, logically, are in the nomadic tribe of different ethnical people.

Rational.
-- Rationality is something Alex strives for, though it isn’t always what he gets. Most of the time, however, he is very level-headed and thinks things through. He doesn’t just jump into situations with out thinking about what in the world he was getting himself into. From this stems his overwhelming innocence. He hasn’t been in or around anything that would make him see the bad things in this world, so people tend to call him sheltered.

Quick Tempered.
-- There is a non-rational side to Alex. He can be pushed over the edge and get mad, quickly. Things that tend to set him off tend to be about his family or his friends. Word of warning: don’t make fun of the druids, unless you are looking to get yelled at or worse. Alex doesn’t normally like to use his magic in a harmful way, but if pushed, he will with out hesitation.

Loyal.
-- Alex is extremely loyal to the druids and his friends. He isn’t one to abandon anyone, and will always have someone’s back. Alex, typically, has a very calm head yet gets extremely heated and angry if he believes a loved one is threatened by something or someone. He won’t back down from protecting the ones he loves, and he would even go to the extent of taking an arrow for a loved one.

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Strengths;;

• Alex is very strong-willed; try to get him to do something he doesn’t want to do, but be ready to lose your hair in the process.
  
• Alex is skilled in Creator magic.
  
• Alex is very good at felting, the art of making arrows.
  

Weaknesses;;

• Terrified of spiders to the extent of freezing up around them.
  
• Alex cannot write; there has just never been reason for him to learn how.
  
• Alex is very guarded when it comes to talking about his family. His loyalty will never allow him to speak freely of his family in fear it might endanger them.
  

Magic:

Yes; minor White Magic abilities explained in history.

Weaponry Skills:

Some basic archery skills, but not much though. He was taught by the druids on hunting expeditions.

Character History:

Born into a family as an only child, Alex grew up close to his parents. Of which, his dad had magic…magic that Alex inherited. His early child hood years, those of him being a toddler are vague to him, even now being so young. They were filled with routine; waking up, eating, sleeping, waking up, rinse and repeat basically. Until the day he could walk, that is.

Unclear to Alex, the day was sometime in the fourth month of the year, just after three years of his birth. Alex stood out of no where, and his farther, Emil, was shocked into standing still where he was. Alex’s mother wasn’t in the house, so the next thing that happened wasn’t such a big deal…not as bad as it could have been. Experienced in magic, Emil noticed the first signs of the spell, but he didn’t expect that Alex could talk yet. The next thing Emil knew was that Alex had pointed at a small wooden chair he normally sat on, “Chyrch buchedd unto 'th.” The spell escaped the child’s lips and the chair slowly came to life. The chair waltz, no literally danced, over to Alex and started playing with him. Speechless, Emil just stood and watched. Then, Alex faltered in his step, his eyes slowly closed and the baby toddle fell to the ground unconscious.

That was the first time Alex showed the potential of having magic, and at such a young age, he showed much promise. Promise that didn’t go unnoticed by the small village-living family. They sent word to the druids, and they came on a day that held unforgettable events. Alex was now five years old, able to talk fluently and was only barely able to use magic on his own. It normally took a great wave of emotion to invoke his magical talents.

The day seemed normal, but the sky was ominous. A storm was brewing in; dark and fast. The druids came in to the town, a small town on the outskirts of Camelot, and sought out the small, talented boy they were told of. As the older folk were talking, Alex was trying to find something to occupy his time, failing miserably; he slowly walked into the kitchen area. He called out to his mother softly, and she came to his side. He reached his small arms out and his dark brown eyes glistened with tears of boredom. Surprised, Alyssa, Alex’s mother, pulled him up from the ground and close to her chest, murmuring soothing words of comfort.

That’s when the lighting hit. Brilliant white light illuminated the sky and temporarily blinded a confused Alexander. There was a loud crash of sound, thunder, and then another sound Alex had no name for. His farther did, though, as he yelled out, “Tree!” The unmistakable sound of stone crumbling under pressure resounded through the house. Chaos erupted from then, the druids jumped to their feet, hands in the air, mouths moving quickly. Alex was pulled from his mother’s arms by his farther; and his tears pooled out of his eyes, he was terrified. His mother quickly ran from the room, towards the bedroom.

Another crash, then a scream. A feminine scream echoed from the house, everyone else was out but Alyssa. Another scream, but this was from Alex. Pure will and desire pulled forth the ability to stop the pain his mother was feeling, “No!” The boy cried in desperation, clawing at the house, kicking and struggling to get free from his father’s grip, but it wasn’t long before his mother came out of the house, unharmed, and with a bag of gold—the family’s life savings.

The family, without a house or home, was allowed to accompany the druids back to the Forest of Balor, where Alex lived the rest of his childhood, learning about his magic and how to control it.

Additional Information:

Play-by; Thomas Sangster.

Sample Roleplay:

Large compound eyes stared intently on what was going on. Looking straight on towards the eyes, you’d notice that they are slanted to the left, at a diagonal decline. The black ovular eyes were slightly shadowed, making them that much darker, behind a bright green, chitin mask. The mask contrasted dramatically against the rest of the creature’s scarlet red, segmented body. The long, thin abdomen is donned with two pair of quickly vibrating, softly audible, wings and three pair of two-toned legs of a grayish color. In comparison, the thorax is miniscule against the Clear Wing Pokemon’s abdomen. It is short and has two protruding extensions and two small spikes at the center, facing away from the creature.

The horned dragonfly was extremely interested in what was happening out on the beach. He was out, taking his daily leisure fly along the beach, and he normally hugged the grassy side, not liking to fly over water. Today, however, the large insect had pranced upon an intriguing situation—one he wanted to know more about.

There were two males and one female human, seemingly arguing about something. The Yanma’s compound eyes, which saw everything in a 360 degree view, noticed the bag the rough looking older man gripped in his hands; that must be the source of the disagreement. Not having been there for the entire bout, the Yanma was clearly lost. He decided he’d have to move closer to get a better idea of what was happening. This wasn’t something that the Yanma got to see everyday, and it, indeed, struck his undying curiosity. In this case, curiosity killed the Yanma; although this could be completely stupid, Yanma wasn’t scared. He could out run any of the Pokemon crowded around the humans now. What was there to be scared of? Nothing, exactly, so the enormous dragonfly moved his front-most left leg forward and kicked back slightly, pushing him into a forward movement. His wings caught the slight breeze that rolled across the area as if performing the next dance move. It pushed the bug faster along his path, and he quickly got to within hearing distance with no one the wiser.

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Leo’s eyes narrowed at the other man, but the effect was lost behind the thin pieces of plastic of his sunglasses. This man was very annoying. He was way overboard cocky, with just a pinch of prideful arrogance. If he thought, for one moment, that Leo would back down at a few threats and a couple of derogatory terms; this man was dead wrong. Then, Leo noticed that Bern had been knocked down; why go after Leo’s bag when Bern would’ve been the normal target? Maybe this guy had serious mental problems…

An ear shattering roar forced Leo to cover his ears. It seemed to be right next to his ear. Leo turned his head to look for the source of the painful gurgle of sound. That’s when he noticed that Pershing, Bern’s Nidorino, had evolved. How had he missed the bright burst of light that he knew all evolving Pokemon emitted? He had no idea, but he put it out of his mind for the moment. He had more important matters to focus on.

Determination was something Leo was good at. He wouldn’t give up, and he knew this; especially when the man opposite him, who just happened to have dropped his bag on the ground next to his feet, retrieved a Pokeball from the inside of his coat. Krabby. The crustacean was a water-type. That was just wonderful. Leo’s only Pokemon was Nasira, a ground-type, who was at a disadvantage to water based attacks. Leo gritted his teeth, not about to be scared. He just had to formulate a plan.

The orange and cream colored creature slightly foamed at its heart-shaped, fanged mouth and raises a pincer in greeting. The little creature waved it in the air softly; the Krabby didn’t look intimidating at all. How hard could this be?

Nasira was eyeing the other Pokemon wearily, not really understanding that this creature was here to fight her. She twirled in front of Leo to stand there as a protection, not because she realized that she was about to battle.

“Nasira, let’s do this.” Four little words, one simple sentence, and the light bulb in Nasira’s head fluttered on. She gripped her bone slightly harder again, making the sound of skin rubbing against a hard surface emit menacingly from where she stood in front of Leo. Leo’s mouth twitched into a ready smirk, but then it faltered; a shadow moved in the corner of Leo’s eye. Concerned this thief had reinforcements, Leo’s head jerked in the direction of the sudden movement, and slightly gasped in surprise.

A Yanma curiously flew closer towards them. Leo was on guard at first, maybe this guy was going to fight dirty, but then he noticed that the Yanma wasn’t tensed for fighting. It was more like he was tensed to run away, or in his case fly away, at any sudden hostility. Why was a Yanma here of all places? Leo was flabbergasted, to say the least.

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Yanma stopped, his wings fluttering slightly faster in miniscule panic. He wasn’t as silent as he thought he was; one of the male humans had looked his way, sizing up Yanma carefully. This trainer didn’t seem mean at all; he, even behind the protection of the sunglasses he wore, looked nice. Especially compared to the two other human beings standing in close proximity of him. He seemed to be new to this whole Pokemon Trainer business because he was going to send in a Cubone of all Pokemon against this Krabby. Even if the man hadn’t noticed the difference in experience the two Pokemon radiated, the Yanma did. It was easy to pick up the difference.

This young man couldn’t have been the problem of this mess; the other man seemed to be the one that started it because the woman was pointedly glaring at him still. The bag caught Yanma’s attention again. Was the bag’s the male’s who was now looking at him? Why would they—then it clicked. Everything fell into place. His thought process was a puzzle that fit together perfectly now. The one man, the rough looking one, was the catalyst to this entire situation; he had knocked over the man now looking at Yanma, which his slightly sand-covered clothes testified, and stole the bag now lying on the ground beside the poacher’s leg. That was the only term Yanma had that could describe the man who stole the backpack.

This infuriated the quick-tempered Pokemon.

The vibrating wings soon turned to rapidly flapping blurs and the rest of the insect’s body vibrated in anger too. Everything around him was splashed in red quickly, and his three-hundred sixty degree vision zeroed in on the Krabby and man opposite the nice looking beginner trainer. The poacher.

The energy formed in Yanma’s body first, manipulating the air around his body. A shimmer of dark green bubbled around his body slightly before focusing into a matter. The blob-like structure floated in midair in front of Yanma’s face, threateningly rolling in on it self and fleshing back out.

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Leo watched the Yanma, not noticing what the other two humans were doing around him, and scrutinized why the Pokemon was here, what he was doing. Leo tensed as the Pokemon started visibly vibrating; its eyes narrowing. Its head was pointing at nothing in particular, but Leo subconsciously figured out that the large ovular eyes were able to see everywhere around the Pokemon—making it great at dodging and increasing accuracy at the same time.

The next thing more than surprised Leo; the Pokemon was attacking! Who was he attacking? Leo tensed as Nasira finally took notice to the now loud vibrating sound the Yanma was emitting. There was a screech of defiance as the Pokemon released its attack. The green blob slung across the distance between it and the Krabby in hopes of encasing it with in the Giga Drain attack.

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Yanma screeched, throwing the Giga Drain at the opponent. Its body folded in the middle, the caudal and posterior portions of the segmented body rising with the effort of making the attack charge towards the crab on the ground a few feet away. After the attack was shot out, Yanma lost a small bit of altitude, falling towards the right. He quickly flapped his two pair of white wings, which had red bands of color on the end, faster. This pulled him up and he fell again after slowing the speed of his wings. He had formed an infinity symbol in his movements, and he continued to do this over and over again, not gaining speed but just moving his body around keeping aloft in the air.

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Leo was more than shocked but didn’t object to the turn of events. He waited to see what the attack would do and how the thief would respond to the new comer.

[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Jake
Location: TN
How long have you been RPing for: A little over three years.
Any other characters on the site?: Nope. :]

[King Uther Pendragon]

A brilliant application Jake, Alexander seems like a really original and interesting character. I look forward to seeing how he interacts with other characters on the site.

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