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[E] Alexander Selces & Celia Zelasis
Full name: Alexander Selces ["SELL-sees"]
Meaning (if any): "Alexander" - {Greek} Protector of mankind
Nickname(s): Alex, Lex, Xander
Meaning(s) (if any): N/A
Age: 17
Birthdate: Jan. 5th
Birthplace: Southern California (or what's left of it)
Strength(s): level-headed, even-tempered
Weakness(s): chocolate mousse, female tears, rats
Physical Proficiencies: Works well with hands.
Magical Proficiencies: Dream seer, possible natural talent with water magicks.
Spells Known: n/a (as of now)
Magical Abilities: Manipulate liquids through force of will. (subconscious as of now)
Spell/Ability of Choice: n/a
Allergies: Nickel, blueberry, pollen.
Illness(s): n/a
Sideline Job(s): n/a
Language(s): English
Talent(s): Musician (flute)
Hobby: Painting, rock collecting, cooking
Wish(es)/Dream(s): Wishes he weren't 'cursed' with prophetic dreams.
Favorite Quote(s): "Ever tried shooting a fish in a barrel?"
Attitude: Quiet, passive aggressive, hard to grab his attention, hard to surprise, secretive but trustworthy, easily amused.
he Is Great Because: He's absent-mindedly generous.
he Is A Drag Because: He is often detached and not paying attention.
he Gets Embarrassed When: Someone catches him daydreaming.
Never Do This Around Them: Crack your neck, kick his chair, hit a female.
he Needs: Someone/thing worth talking to/about.
Interesting Fact(s): He was born with six fingers on his left hand, and when the extra digit was surgically removed his palm wasn't fitted correctly; so the hand looks as though his fingers don't fit quite right.
Embarrassing Little Secret(s): He hordes a bundle of dried roses for every girl he was too afraid to 'admit his feelings' to, each one wrapped with a different colored ribbon. The larger the bundle, the longer the crush lasted.
Physical Traits and Descriptions;
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Heritage: American (an unknown mix he's never found an interest in tracking down)
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Style(s): Shoulder-length braid or a loose ponytail.
Fur Color: n/a
Skin Color: Lightly-tanned.
Forms: Human
Eyes: Pale gray
Voice: Mellow, smooth
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 146 lbs
Fitness: Healthy, lean-build.
Scars/Birthmarks: Bears a birthmark on his neck, reminiscent of a human skull.
Clothing [Casual/Normal]: Almost always wears a turtleneck to cover the skull birthmark; slacks or sweatpants; ankle-high boots with thick soles; the occassional pair of gloves.
Clothing: [Sleepwear / Underwear]: Prefers to sleep nude. In mixed company he wears soft, dark blue pajama pants / boxers
Clothing [Formal]: Blue-white tuxedo jacket, matching pants, white gloves and shoes, black silk shirt with collar.
Clothing [Outerwear]: Varies depending on where he goes.
Jewelry: Two looped earrings, one gold, one sterling silver.
Piercing(s): One - high on his right ear. Usually vacant.
Tattoo(s): n/a
Likes, Dislikes, Faves, etc;
Likes: Oranges, music, acrylic paints, china dinner plates, summer, pine trees, chocolate mousse.
Dislikes: Pain, roaches, when his hands shake, earthquakes, enclosed spaces, dust in a window sill.
Fears Most: That he'll dream of the death of a loved one and be able to do nothing to save them.
Past Time(s): Writing his own flute music, painting, observing the scenery around him.
Fav. Food(s): Chocolate mousse, fried rice, stripped beef.
Least Fav. Food(s): Chicken, tomato soup, celery.
Past and History;
Lex's father left him with his mother when he was born, never to see them again ((an arrangement his mother couldn't have wanted more)), but feeling responsible for him. He left them access to a bank account that he stocks regularly so long as it's contents are not constantly raided to the brink. Lex rarely wanted for anything and was kept fairly happy.
During the fifth year of his elementary schooling, he fell asleep in class and dreamed of the death of his mother. He woke so afraid that he was beyond words and was sent home.
His mother died within the week and he was sent to live with another relative. The bank account reserved for him and his mother became his secret and grew exponentially over the years because he chose not to use it, unless he had to, and his father, wherever he was, continued to add to it.
He is rarely seen sleeping and always appears somewhat tired.
Partner/Familiar;
Full name: Celia Zelasis ["zell-AH-sis"]
Meaning (if any): "Celia" - {Greek} Moon, {Latin} Blind one; the sixth; feminine form of Cecil.
Nickname(s): Zela
Meaning(s) (if any): none: shortened version of her surname.
Age: Seven human years.
Together for: 5 1/2 human years.
Strength(s): Photographic memory, comes in handy when travelling.
Weakness(s): Fire & sour cream.
Attitude: Like many cats: "I am the center of the universe." i.e. self-important and stubborn, but game for free food, curious smells, and getting her back scratched.
Never: Rub her fur the wrong way.
Gender: Female
Species: Cat; mixed breed.
What they look like: Cream colored fur that darkens to gray at her nose, the tip of her tail, and the foot of her right hind leg.
Likes: Sour cream, pumpkin tarts, a good scratching post, fleece pillows, mouse tails.
Dislikes: Fire, loud noise, bird feathers, oil spots.
Magic Type [if any]: She may be a separate conductor for the manipulative power over liquids within Alexander. Unknown for certain.
Pictures:
Alex:: (WIP)
Celia:: (WIP)
Mel notes::
Planning to draw their pictures some time in the future.
~M.
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