Name: Alexandria Rae Trion [Art]
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Unknown
Occupation: Thief
Personality: Although outgoing she hates being the center of attention. She would much rather blend with the crowd, seem as normal as something like her can.
Theme songs: Hey das geht ab, Gott ist ein Popstar, Won't back Down
Bio: She was raised in a normal home with normal parents in a seemingly normal society. She went to school, got good grades, did as her family asked, just a normal girl. When high school started she had learned how cruel people could be, and all those rotten emotions that were sent to her she had collected into a burning rage that filled her heart with such a pain, she would lash out at those closest to her. Her anger management coach suggested painting, saying that expressing herself in some sort of creative actions would help her anger and calm her. The first brush strokes seemed to do nothing, but as they continued and the pictures in her mind became reality on the palate, she found herself engulfed in it, unable to stop.
When finished her parents were in awe of the work, urging her to continue with her newly found talent, and the more she created, the more she became engulfed in the imaginary world that didn't even exist. She began to distance herself from the real world, ignoring her school and family, hiding off in her room, sketching and drawing what came to mind. Finally her parents had no other choice, calling her doctor to their home so he could break her of her new found obsession. He had begged her, her parents begged her, pleading that she stop while her mind was still somewhat stable.
But what they didn't know was exactly how sane she was.
It turned out that the world she had created was real, a world of art that she could physically enter and exit, pull creations from it and add new ones. She found that with her own two hands, she could take the inanimate and give them life. Creatures flooded from the portraits, forming as a distraction while she slipped in through a frame into the soft scenery of a farm, exiting through a poster in a whole different city. There she remains, hiding in the crowds, blending with the raves, using her new found gift for her own pleasure. Thievery.
