Post by Alexia Branson on Mar 30, 2015 12:08:54 GMT
♪ Overview ♪
Full Name: Alexia Kathleen "Lexi" Branson
Age: 21 (human) / 356 (vampire)
Birthday: November 13, 1659
Height/Weight: 5'8" / 121 lbs
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Blonde
Birthplace: Sheffield, England
Parents: Percy and Miriam Branson
Siblings: Hugo Branson (younger brother)
Children: N/A
Special Abilities: All your average older vamp abilities, with a special affinity for tapping into people's minds. I use it for torture when necessary.
Heritage: English/Welsh
♫ Personality ♫
Type: ENTP 9w8
Greatest Strength: My firm resolve and my carefree nature. Makes for an awesome combination, and a sturdy character!
Greatest Weakness: I can get kind of caught up in trying to help people that I can sometimes be a little too positive about it, or even slightly overbearing. Still, usually works out for the best, so it's all good.
Greatest Source of Annoyance: People who exploit others' weaknesses for their own selfish gains, or who pick on those who are weaker. It pisses me off when I see it, and it's enough to make me wanna march right up and kick their asses.
Most Admirable Trait in Others: Genuineness, when people are just so damn real.
Habits: Singing to old rock anthems, and air-guitaring to them, collecting oldies records, picking on Stefan, watching over his shoulder and making sure he stays on the right path, even if this means a little tough-loving ;-) Partying, drinking, dancing, just all-around having a great time with my immortal life! :-)
Ambitions: To get Stefan in a good place where he can stay happy, keep him off the rails for good this time, to find his brother and reunite the two of them, and maybe to find another epic love of my own.
Fears: That Stefan's ripper will take control of him again and he'll do something he won't be able to forgive himself for, that Damon will get himself killed and end up hurting his little brother, that anything bad should befall my little bestie or that I'll lose him.
Secrets: I initially became a vampire after a stranger asked me if I wanted to live forever in order to always be able to protect my little brother (my parents had already died at this point, you see, and it was up to me to take care of him). I agreed, and the man turned me. However, several years later, the villagers attacked us, burning the house to the ground, because they had grown suspicious since I didn't age. My brother died in the fire, he was only 16. It's kind of ironic how the one thing I did to protect him ended up getting him killed. But, that's all in the past, and I can't regret my decision because nothing can change it now. I'm sure he's in a better place, and in the hands of somebody who can protect way better than I ever could.
Interesting Facts/Quirks: I love rock n' roll, and all things 80's. I tried animal blood as a diet once in the past and had to quit after only a few weeks because I just couldn't keep it down. I was also a nurse in the 1800s, and tended to the wounded during the Civil War. And last but not least, I believe that there is more than one "soulmate" for people out there. If something happens to the first or if it doesn't work out, it doesn't mean you're doomed forever. Pick yourself back up, and keep on going.
Favorite Color: Black and Gold
Favorite Animal: German Shepherd
Favorite Musical Artist: Bon Jovi
Favorite Movie: Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Favorite Book: Interview with the Vampire
Relationship Status/Significant Other: There was Lee, but word has it that he didn't make it when the apocalypse hit. So...single, I guess.
