[ti]6[/ti] Immortality ♢ - athenian x lumiadots

A rp abt demigods n humans fallin' in love, and what happens after.

(I'll flesh this out aksdhjhs I promise)

fc: Allison Scagliotti
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------------------------------------------------ → Never drown your demons ← ------------------------------------------------ Name; Alexandra Beauregard Age; A Lot Stature; 175cm/62kg; tall and lithe Main Trait; Suave +Traits; Keen, enigmatic, calm, witty -Traits; Ruthless, blunt, sly, deceptive Main Flaw; Detatched/cold ------------------------------------------------ → but always keep them on a leash ← ------------------------------------------------

Alexandra is courteous and polite, teetering on the knife's edge into posh. She's never antagonistic unless someone else prods at her first, in which she'll let loose the wrath of a centuries old demigod, ruthless and absolute. It's terribly hard to discern exactly what she's thinking, her expression frozen in a relaxed, secretive smile, a sharp gleam in her eye. Her words are forever loaded with meaning (even if they're very to-the- point and never minced), and dealing with Alexandra is like trying to deal with the famed fae of lore; never give her more than necessary, and never expect that she'll do something entirely out of the goodness of her heart. Perhaps the seed of compassion and need for "human" connection that has faded with time can be nurtured by the right people or person, but it's highly unlikely.

(this entire form is shamelessly ripped from a previous character skadjhsjh)

   

claire elizabeth bonagold { 25 { fc: lydia graham

introvert ⌘ curious ⌘ empathetic ⌘ opinionated ⌘ stubborn

Alexandra || Immortal || Mood; Really flirtatious, looking for fun

Alexandra stood under the awning of a closed shop, briefly illuminated by the flickering neon sign above her head (boasting "the cheapest motel in town") and the spark of her lighter as she lit a cigarette and took a long drag. The smoke wove and twined with the thick mist that hung close to the ground and coalesced in small droplets across her new leather jacket, although Alexandra didn't really feel it anymore -weather patterns were a mere inconvenience rather than an impediment. She had been alive for long enough that very little external sources affected her. Long enough to see kingdoms rise and fall, to see people once famous vanish into obscurity, and conversely see those most would pass without a second glance become legends among men. She had seen her patron, once known as the governor of the sun, reduced to nothing more than a children's fairytale. Yet she stayed, partially out of boredom and partially because she had only been around the city for the past seventy years or so. Practically nothing. And within the brilliantly lit neon city she found a temporary home (for what was permanent to someone immortal?).

Taking one last drag, Alexandra flicked the smoldering cigarette into a nearby trashcan and stretched, checking her watch. She had gotten all the fresh air she needed; time to jump back into the fun. Making her way to the alley next to the motel, she stumbled slightly as her eyes adjusted to the gloom but didn't have to wait for long; hand finding a familiar latch, she pushed open the door half-hidden behind crates and bins and was immediately greeted with the dazzling neon flashes of an underground bar. It reminded her of the old speakeasys, if speakeasys had enough neon strobe lighting to dazzle the blind. A satisfied grin stretching across her face, Alexandra made a beeline towards the bar. Her buzz had worn off somewhat, and she was eager to enter the pleasant, alcohol-induced haze again. Sliding into a vacant seat and ordering a couple shots of vodka,  Alexandra surveyed the people closest to her with a critical eye before landing on a fetching blonde two seats over, nursing some fruity drink that she didn't bother to discern. Grabbing her newly delivered shots, she sidled next to the woman, nudging one towards the blonde and downing one herself. Giving the woman one of her trademark grins, it took only a little more charm before she got what she wanted.

Adjusting the collar of her shirt -her leather jacket was long gone- Alexandra made her way back to the bar, quite content. Ordering a margarita, Alexandra sipped her drink and merely surveyed the bar, reveling in the atmosphere. Things always got dull after such a long time alive, but humans caught in the thralls of passion, booze, drugs- now, that was always interesting. Perhaps that was why her vision zeroed in on a slight girl merely... standing in the corner, looking more uncomfortable by the moment. Now, that would be an interesting challenge. Pushing her way directly through the mass of bodies dancing in the pit, finding a place on the wall next to Claire. 

"What brings you to such a hole in the wall, love?" Alexandra purred, voice barely audible over the thud of the music, leaning into Claire's space to make her voice audible, before giving a slight wave. "I'm Cassandra. Cassie, if you will. Pardon me for intruding. You simply look like you would prefer somewhere a little more... quiet, perhaps." Leaning back just enough to give a little breathing room, Alexandra gave Claire a sly smile before sipping her drink, looking over the rim of her glass with hooded eyes and a clear intention.