Pet's ID Tag:94
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It:Alexandra
Nickname:Alex
Gender:Female
Age:16
Species:Werewolf
Reason You Want It:Alexandra's design is just beautiful, and I had never noticed her until .Joy. had revamped the image. She inspires so much in me, and once again I feel and urge to do some digital art, aswell as write after a long three months of writer's block. I, quite honestly, would be honored to have her, as the creator must have been brave to let go of such a wonderful character.
Personality:Alexandra was always that one girl that seemed to be left out of games. The last one to be picked for teams, the one without a group. She never really knew why, she looked just as good, and was just as fit as every other girl at her highschool. It's not like she had any crazy personality disorder. It just kinda, ended up that way. She just doesn't have the motivation to get up and make friends. After all, there was never any point. She's just fine with sitting in the corner alone with her sketchbook. That's all she's ever needed. Aside from that, Alexandra is sweet, rebelious, and stubborn.
History/Background/Other:"Ugh... what happened...?" Alexandra moaned, placing her hand on her forhead. Her vision was blurred, although by the hazy looks of the blinding lights surrounding her, she was far away from her home. As her eyes had focused, she brought down her hand from her head, and shoved herself up from the ground, groaning in pain. The world around her seemed impossibly different from her suburban home. Slick black skyscrapers rocketed towards the murky gray sky, and although it was obviously night, light pollution from many buildings masqueraded the usually, magnificent stars. Alexandra was seated on a sidewalk, her legs cradled up against her chest. Many cars speeded by her, and several people walked by without giving her a second thought. "What..." Alexandra stared at her hand. Her frail skin was cloaked with blood. The blood of another. Her jaw dropped as if she were to release a bloodcurdling scream, however she lacked the energy to do so. Instead, she had fallen to her side. As the world around her dimmed, Alexandra fell into an unconcious state.
"She's awake!" Were the first words Alexandra heard when she came to. "You okay?" The voice rang through her ears.
"Ugh, what happened?" Alexandra groaned, pushing herself into a cross legged position. She seemed to be in an old building now. The aged wood of the walls seemed as if it could crumble, and the floor was covered in filth, as if it hadn't been cleaned for months. Worst of all the place smelled like wet dog.
"Umm, you're not gonna beleive this." The boy speaking was tall, his slick black hair fell down past his ears. He seemed to be around the age of 17. "You're a well... there's no easy way to put this." He scratched his head, searchinf for the right words.
"You're a werewolf." A voice said bluntly. Alexandra hadn't realized the crowd that had formed around her.
"Heh, okay funny." Alexandra turned her head to face the man that had first spoken. "What really happened?"
"Umm, well. That's just it. You're a werewolf." He said, crossing his mucular arms across his chest.
Alexandra rolled her eyes. "Okay, seriously. It wasn't even funny the first time. I want to know exactly whats going on, no lies."
A teenage girl seperated herself from the crowd. "Okay listen to me. Were you bitten by some sort of dog recently?" The look on her face, aswell as the tone of her was agitated.
"Yah, last week. I don't see how that relates to me waking up in the middle of nowhe- somwhere covered with blood." Alexandra stopped herself when she went to say nowhere, for this bright lighted city obviously wan't nowhere.
"That 'dog'" The girl did an air quote motion with her fingers while saying dog, "was actually a wolf. A werewolf to be exact."
"Ugh, you must be kidding me. Werewolves don't exist." Alexandra replied, finally takingin what was being said to her.
"That's what many humans think. We try to keep ourselves secretive. You know, don't want any creepy scientists doing tests on us or anything." The black haired boy spoke again.
"So... I'm actually a werewolf? Who's blood was on me?!" Alexandra exclaimed, glancing at her hand to see that it was gone.
"Ermm, well. Us werewolves have a hard time controling ourselves the first few transformations. The blood probably belonged to who, or whatever you killed." The boy smiled awkwardly, trying to dim the fact that Alexander may have killed someone.
"I KILLED SOMEONE?!" Alexandra screamed, staring at her hands. She was frightened more than anything. Suddenly she had gone from innocent to a 'cold blooded killer'. Not to mention she would probably never see her family again.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.Most defiantly, I'll try my best to get as much art as I can of her, aswell as continue my little story that she takes place in.
