Post by Anathea Lexley on Nov 11, 2012 13:02:34 GMT -5
Name: Anathea Bromista Lexley
Aliases: She introduces herself as Lexie, and her stage name is the Harlequin. Her brother used to call her Twinkle Toes, but it’s a name she hasn’t heard in a long while.
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Occupation/Class: Jester; Trickster; Street Performer
Orientation: Heterosexual
Physical Description: Once overlooking Lexie’s often eccentric attire, her eyes are easily her most distinguishing feature. One a bright, sparkling gold and the other cool silver, they always seem to be laughing, able to draw a person in even from a distance (a sorely needed ability in her line of work). Standing at a petite 5’4, Lexie is lithe and supple with the somewhat boyish build of a gymnast. But don’t let her figure fool you; she is still very much as feminine as it gets. With a heart shaped face and long, honey blonde curls, she is regularly mistaken for a child, but she doesn’t mind that at all – cute and boisterous is much better than serious and boring. Her curls are usually pulled up into high pigtails, held in place with rosy red ties and tinkling golden bells. This might only accentuate the childlike image, but it also makes a rather pleasant tinkling sound when she walks, and that deems it worthwhile in Lexie’s head.
While her almond shaped eyes may reel people in with their charm, her choice of clothing makes it all the more easy to do. Put simply, people stop and stare when they come across Lexie. She prefers the attire of the typical joker; colours and patterns galore, nothing is too dazzling for her, and the idea of clashing colours doesn’t exist. A fitted shirt, loose only around the arms, covers her top half, and a fluffy white ruff sits about her neck. The colours explode here; the sleeves of her shirt are striped vertically with red and yellow, the rest patterned with blue and red diamonds. Her feet are adorned with ankle slippers whose toes curl up and onto themselves, giving a characteristic jester-esque appearance. Tinkling bells dangle at the tips of her slippers, and she wears slim leggings to cover her bottom half. With one leg bright yellow and the other deep crimson, it would be prudent to say that Lexie looks like a clown threw up on her.
Play-By: Annasophia Robb
Personality Description: Lexie is cheerful and mischievous to say the least; everything is a joke to her, and life is something to be enjoyed. Nothing irks her more than serious or broody people. A trickster at heart, she is fond of practical jokes, but she is rarely vindictive – she’d rather cheer a person up or entertain them than put them down. She’s also a renowned show woman, and being stage shy (or shy in general) is something that has slipped over her head completely. She will take to the stage in an instant, though this might have something to do with entertaining for a living. Confident and outgoing, she speaks her mind freely and will definitely let you know if something is wrong.
But deep down she’s bit of a pushover, and she has a soft spot for helping people out if they need it. However, when the situation calls for it she can be as cold as she needs to be, and she’s not above doing something wrong; her conscience isn’t that heavy.
A social butterfly, Lexie enjoys the company of others and often seeks it out if she’s left alone for too long… well, you can’t tell jokes to yourself, can you? At times she can seem like a bit of an airhead, but this is more for show than anything else. Intelligent and quick-witted, the ‘dumb blonde’ front is for the audience, not for herself. She also has a fondness for travelling, and you can never keep her in one place for more than a few days.
She can have her down moments, though, like any other person. Bad days can make her moody and disheartened – it’s hard to keep a cheerful disposition up at all times, after all. But these times are few and far between; she’d prefer to laugh at her problems than be weighed down by them.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
History: People say that Anathea Bromista Lexley was born somewhere between Demia and Hagakarin, but nobody is particularly sure of the details. She was born into a band of travellers; gypsies, entertainers, whatever you want to call them, and that meant rarely staying in one place for very long. Even so, Lexie’s childhood was a good one, filled with laughter and fondness. The gypsies would travel as far as they pleased, and as a child Lexie saw unimaginable things, things some children could only dream of – endless mountain ranges and their snowy peaks, showers of shooting stars on bible black nights and the variety of adventures undertaken as part of the ragtag group.
Lexie knew that her father was from somewhere in Demia; he spoke with the strong Avalan accent that she’d also inherited from talking with him for so long on their days traversing the roadside. And her mother, she was convinced, had been from Hagakarin, the jester herself a mixture of the two, eyes large and almond shaped, features pixie like. Her legitimate family may have extended to the very fringes of their large band of travellers, but in Lexie’s mind her closest relative would always be her older brother, Romano. Two years her senior and as easy going and light hearted as the rest of their troupe, Romano and Lexie spent every moment together as children, and even when they were grown it was difficult to separate them.
The duo was famous for their prank pulling and their flair for entertaining, their reputation preceding them far across the little villages and towns on the coasts of Demia and Hagakarin. Lexie, at the age of sixteen, didn’t think life could get better than this, or that anything need ever change. But, of course, everything has to change.
She couldn’t deny her brother’s recent attitude change; the optimistic joker from just a few months prior was now broody and silent a lot of the time, Romano often leaving the group to be alone and disappearing for days on end, only to appear with a grin and a wave just before they left for a new location. He narrowly missed them altogether a few times. But Lexie didn’t think much on it, sure that he’d come around in a few weeks and that this was just a phase he was going through, like his previous mood swings – she briefly recalled a time when Romano had been obsessed with fire tricks and had almost set the camp alight, but that had passed as well eventually. This would too, right?
Unfortunately, she wasn’t given the chance to find out. A few nights later, she was woken from her sleep by the sound of distant screaming, and footsteps thundered past their tent without regard for the people inside. Lexie barely remembered what happened next, but soon found herself shivering on the fringes of the large coastal city they were camped outside of, her parents on either side of her with grave faces. She heard faintly the sounds of the chaos within the city, although she wasn’t permitted to go any further; the rest of the troupe were dealing with it, or so she’d been told.
It was hours before the group returned from the depths of the city, followed by (Lexie was horrified to see) soldiers on horses, dragging the bloodied figure of her brother at their heels. The worst thing was that she was pretty certain it wasn’t his blood that was smeared all over his face and clothes. She remembered her mother bursting into tears, and her father’s disappointment was crushing. But her brother’s face is still starkly burned into her memory as he pleaded innocence with them, begged them to believe that what happened hadn’t been his fault. But three women were dead, another mortally wounded and their blood was on his hands… what more could they believe?
The next few days were a blur – people would try to console her, make her feel better, even though Romano had been dragged away to God knows where and she had no idea whether she would ever hear from him again. Her family were already condemning him to either death or exile, but Lexie refused to stomach that fact. It must have been a hoax, or an accident… perhaps her brother had gotten himself into some trouble, but… Romano didn’t kill people.
It is safe to say that it wasn’t long before she broke away from the troupe, determined to find her brother and the truth behind the events that led to his capture, adamant on proving his innocence - assuming she would find him alive, of course. Two years have passed since then, and while Lexie still doesn’t know the truth, her search for her brother is over. Her recent adventures led to her meeting a colourful cupid by name of Kevay Taylor, and on their travels she finally located Romano, but a series of unfortunate circumstances led to his execution before Lexie could save him. Needless to say, still waters run deep, and Lexie still isn’t sure how to feel.
Likes: The sound of bells, bright colours, entertaining, singing, dancing, laughter, travel, people, practical jokes, the sun… the list goes on.
Dislikes: Boredom, brooding, grey rainy days, the law and being left alone.
Strengths: Lexie moves with all the finesse of a dancer, and her speed and grace are valuable assets. Flexible and agile, she’s quick in a fight and almost impossible to catch, but luckily she doesn’t often get herself into those kinds of situations. She has a quick tongue and can be very manipulative, easily leading an opponent into a distraction, giving her ample time to think of an escape route or some other plan. Her cheerful disposition could also be considered a strength; Lexie can brush most things off with a smile and a shrug of the shoulders. She also speaks Common, Märmosian and Hagakarinese fluently as a result of her travelling.
Weaknesses: Lexie’s size and stature means she doesn’t take too much knocking about, and she can easily be taken down with a good punch or two. And, while usually chipper and light hearted, a bad mood makes her prone to impulsiveness regardless of the consequences, which are usually dire. The mere mention of her brother is still her biggest weakness. It used to be the case that any hint of his whereabouts would earn you a dutiful slave for life, but as of late Lexie prefers not to even think of him. Bringing up family is a bit of a sore spot in general.
Weapons/Armor/Magic: She uses a jester’s sceptre, for lack of a better word; a small gold coloured rod with a rather sturdy, bright coloured bauble on top (it can be lethal with a good whack or two). She also carries a small knife on her person, but this is more for everyday needs than for fighting. As for armour, she doesn’t need to wear any – besides, hefty armour under her usual attire would be pushing the boundaries of fashion a little too far, right?
Lexie also knows a variety of Illusion spells, which aid her performances and occasionally help get her out of sticky situations. She’s quite gifted in the art, but her illusions are purely a visual front (meaning they cannot be felt, heard or anything like that), and once you’ve figured them out they’re pretty useless.
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Aliases: She introduces herself as Lexie, and her stage name is the Harlequin. Her brother used to call her Twinkle Toes, but it’s a name she hasn’t heard in a long while.
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Occupation/Class: Jester; Trickster; Street Performer
Orientation: Heterosexual
Physical Description: Once overlooking Lexie’s often eccentric attire, her eyes are easily her most distinguishing feature. One a bright, sparkling gold and the other cool silver, they always seem to be laughing, able to draw a person in even from a distance (a sorely needed ability in her line of work). Standing at a petite 5’4, Lexie is lithe and supple with the somewhat boyish build of a gymnast. But don’t let her figure fool you; she is still very much as feminine as it gets. With a heart shaped face and long, honey blonde curls, she is regularly mistaken for a child, but she doesn’t mind that at all – cute and boisterous is much better than serious and boring. Her curls are usually pulled up into high pigtails, held in place with rosy red ties and tinkling golden bells. This might only accentuate the childlike image, but it also makes a rather pleasant tinkling sound when she walks, and that deems it worthwhile in Lexie’s head.
While her almond shaped eyes may reel people in with their charm, her choice of clothing makes it all the more easy to do. Put simply, people stop and stare when they come across Lexie. She prefers the attire of the typical joker; colours and patterns galore, nothing is too dazzling for her, and the idea of clashing colours doesn’t exist. A fitted shirt, loose only around the arms, covers her top half, and a fluffy white ruff sits about her neck. The colours explode here; the sleeves of her shirt are striped vertically with red and yellow, the rest patterned with blue and red diamonds. Her feet are adorned with ankle slippers whose toes curl up and onto themselves, giving a characteristic jester-esque appearance. Tinkling bells dangle at the tips of her slippers, and she wears slim leggings to cover her bottom half. With one leg bright yellow and the other deep crimson, it would be prudent to say that Lexie looks like a clown threw up on her.
Play-By: Annasophia Robb
Personality Description: Lexie is cheerful and mischievous to say the least; everything is a joke to her, and life is something to be enjoyed. Nothing irks her more than serious or broody people. A trickster at heart, she is fond of practical jokes, but she is rarely vindictive – she’d rather cheer a person up or entertain them than put them down. She’s also a renowned show woman, and being stage shy (or shy in general) is something that has slipped over her head completely. She will take to the stage in an instant, though this might have something to do with entertaining for a living. Confident and outgoing, she speaks her mind freely and will definitely let you know if something is wrong.
But deep down she’s bit of a pushover, and she has a soft spot for helping people out if they need it. However, when the situation calls for it she can be as cold as she needs to be, and she’s not above doing something wrong; her conscience isn’t that heavy.
A social butterfly, Lexie enjoys the company of others and often seeks it out if she’s left alone for too long… well, you can’t tell jokes to yourself, can you? At times she can seem like a bit of an airhead, but this is more for show than anything else. Intelligent and quick-witted, the ‘dumb blonde’ front is for the audience, not for herself. She also has a fondness for travelling, and you can never keep her in one place for more than a few days.
She can have her down moments, though, like any other person. Bad days can make her moody and disheartened – it’s hard to keep a cheerful disposition up at all times, after all. But these times are few and far between; she’d prefer to laugh at her problems than be weighed down by them.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
History: People say that Anathea Bromista Lexley was born somewhere between Demia and Hagakarin, but nobody is particularly sure of the details. She was born into a band of travellers; gypsies, entertainers, whatever you want to call them, and that meant rarely staying in one place for very long. Even so, Lexie’s childhood was a good one, filled with laughter and fondness. The gypsies would travel as far as they pleased, and as a child Lexie saw unimaginable things, things some children could only dream of – endless mountain ranges and their snowy peaks, showers of shooting stars on bible black nights and the variety of adventures undertaken as part of the ragtag group.
Lexie knew that her father was from somewhere in Demia; he spoke with the strong Avalan accent that she’d also inherited from talking with him for so long on their days traversing the roadside. And her mother, she was convinced, had been from Hagakarin, the jester herself a mixture of the two, eyes large and almond shaped, features pixie like. Her legitimate family may have extended to the very fringes of their large band of travellers, but in Lexie’s mind her closest relative would always be her older brother, Romano. Two years her senior and as easy going and light hearted as the rest of their troupe, Romano and Lexie spent every moment together as children, and even when they were grown it was difficult to separate them.
The duo was famous for their prank pulling and their flair for entertaining, their reputation preceding them far across the little villages and towns on the coasts of Demia and Hagakarin. Lexie, at the age of sixteen, didn’t think life could get better than this, or that anything need ever change. But, of course, everything has to change.
She couldn’t deny her brother’s recent attitude change; the optimistic joker from just a few months prior was now broody and silent a lot of the time, Romano often leaving the group to be alone and disappearing for days on end, only to appear with a grin and a wave just before they left for a new location. He narrowly missed them altogether a few times. But Lexie didn’t think much on it, sure that he’d come around in a few weeks and that this was just a phase he was going through, like his previous mood swings – she briefly recalled a time when Romano had been obsessed with fire tricks and had almost set the camp alight, but that had passed as well eventually. This would too, right?
Unfortunately, she wasn’t given the chance to find out. A few nights later, she was woken from her sleep by the sound of distant screaming, and footsteps thundered past their tent without regard for the people inside. Lexie barely remembered what happened next, but soon found herself shivering on the fringes of the large coastal city they were camped outside of, her parents on either side of her with grave faces. She heard faintly the sounds of the chaos within the city, although she wasn’t permitted to go any further; the rest of the troupe were dealing with it, or so she’d been told.
It was hours before the group returned from the depths of the city, followed by (Lexie was horrified to see) soldiers on horses, dragging the bloodied figure of her brother at their heels. The worst thing was that she was pretty certain it wasn’t his blood that was smeared all over his face and clothes. She remembered her mother bursting into tears, and her father’s disappointment was crushing. But her brother’s face is still starkly burned into her memory as he pleaded innocence with them, begged them to believe that what happened hadn’t been his fault. But three women were dead, another mortally wounded and their blood was on his hands… what more could they believe?
The next few days were a blur – people would try to console her, make her feel better, even though Romano had been dragged away to God knows where and she had no idea whether she would ever hear from him again. Her family were already condemning him to either death or exile, but Lexie refused to stomach that fact. It must have been a hoax, or an accident… perhaps her brother had gotten himself into some trouble, but… Romano didn’t kill people.
It is safe to say that it wasn’t long before she broke away from the troupe, determined to find her brother and the truth behind the events that led to his capture, adamant on proving his innocence - assuming she would find him alive, of course. Two years have passed since then, and while Lexie still doesn’t know the truth, her search for her brother is over. Her recent adventures led to her meeting a colourful cupid by name of Kevay Taylor, and on their travels she finally located Romano, but a series of unfortunate circumstances led to his execution before Lexie could save him. Needless to say, still waters run deep, and Lexie still isn’t sure how to feel.
Likes: The sound of bells, bright colours, entertaining, singing, dancing, laughter, travel, people, practical jokes, the sun… the list goes on.
Dislikes: Boredom, brooding, grey rainy days, the law and being left alone.
Strengths: Lexie moves with all the finesse of a dancer, and her speed and grace are valuable assets. Flexible and agile, she’s quick in a fight and almost impossible to catch, but luckily she doesn’t often get herself into those kinds of situations. She has a quick tongue and can be very manipulative, easily leading an opponent into a distraction, giving her ample time to think of an escape route or some other plan. Her cheerful disposition could also be considered a strength; Lexie can brush most things off with a smile and a shrug of the shoulders. She also speaks Common, Märmosian and Hagakarinese fluently as a result of her travelling.
Weaknesses: Lexie’s size and stature means she doesn’t take too much knocking about, and she can easily be taken down with a good punch or two. And, while usually chipper and light hearted, a bad mood makes her prone to impulsiveness regardless of the consequences, which are usually dire. The mere mention of her brother is still her biggest weakness. It used to be the case that any hint of his whereabouts would earn you a dutiful slave for life, but as of late Lexie prefers not to even think of him. Bringing up family is a bit of a sore spot in general.
Weapons/Armor/Magic: She uses a jester’s sceptre, for lack of a better word; a small gold coloured rod with a rather sturdy, bright coloured bauble on top (it can be lethal with a good whack or two). She also carries a small knife on her person, but this is more for everyday needs than for fighting. As for armour, she doesn’t need to wear any – besides, hefty armour under her usual attire would be pushing the boundaries of fashion a little too far, right?
Lexie also knows a variety of Illusion spells, which aid her performances and occasionally help get her out of sticky situations. She’s quite gifted in the art, but her illusions are purely a visual front (meaning they cannot be felt, heard or anything like that), and once you’ve figured them out they’re pretty useless.
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