DEMOS, ALISANDER DEMITRI

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* alisander d. demos ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Alisander Demitri Demos

NICKNAMES Zander, Demos, Demitri

DATE OF BIRTH June, 11

AGE Nineteen

GRADE/YEAR Sophomore

ELEMENT Wind

SEXUALITY Heterosexual

MARITAL STATUS Single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Anton Yelchin

EYE COLOUR Blue

HAIR COLOUR Brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5ft 8in && 185 pounds

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES He has a set of coordinates tatooed on the inside of his left arm. They're small, plain and black. Anytime someone asks what the location is, he gives a different answer.

CLOTHING STYLE
Alisander tends to dress somewhere between formal and casual. His parents had never been fond of the baggy shorts, big hats, sweatpants type look. They were Greek and wen by traditional values. This means Alisander grew up seeing button up shirts as a norm. He wears jeans often, but never ripped or cheap type. His family has a good amount of money, and it's evident in his clothing style. He tends to have that "high fashion" look about him, where he just knows what looks good together. It's a bit of a pet peeve of his. He hates leaving the house looking sloppy.

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• Calm
  
• Quick-Witted
  
• Observant
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• Secretive
  
• Suspicious
  
• Irritable
  

LIKES

• Libraries
  
• Orchestra Music
  
• Wood-Carving
  
• Taking Long Runs
  
• Privacy
  

DISLIKES

• Men Who Walk with "Swagger"
  
• Baggy Shorts
  
• Dogs
  
• Hipsters
  
• Intimate Relationships
  

STRENGTHS

• Analytic
  
• Independent
  
• Highly Intelligent
  

WEAKNESSES

• Suspicious
  
• Accusatory
  
• Loner
  

FEARS

• Zachary Rothschild
  
• Admitting Phillipa is truly Dead
  
• Fires
  

BEST MEMORY His sister, Phillipa, taking him to bookstores on his birthdays. They would go to the biggest one they could find, and spend hours there browsing. Then, they'd gather together all of Alisander's favorites. And she'd let him pick any two he wanted. The last time they went was when he was seventeen.

WORST MEMORY The police showing up at the door shortly after his seventeeth birthday. They held their hats in their hands, and spoke like something out of the crime shows Alisander loved to watch. Are you the family of Phillipa Rothschild?

LONG-TERM GOAL To find Phillipa, or get vengeance for her death

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Aryn Levada Demos (67), Florist.

FATHER Orestes J. Demos (68), Chef

SIBLINGS
Naia Demos (24), Unemployed
Phillipa Demos (Thadddea Aryn Melantha) - (28), Professor (assumed deceased)

OTHER
Zachary Rothschild (31), Brother-In-Law

HISTORY
Orestes and Aryn Demus met when they were twenty and nineteen years old respectively, a day before their wedding. Both young people were Greek by blood and birth, born into traditionalist families. The families, being of equal social stature and wealth, agreed that an arranged marriage between their children would in fact be quite perfect. Both Aryn and Orestes had been raised expecting that such a thing would come to pass. So when it was announced that a date had been set, though neither young person actually knew the other, both agreed quietly. They met the day before the wedding - Aryn was a timid young woman, Orestes a strapping young man. Though both had doubts about the other, neither voiced a word. They were married.

They lived quite happily, gradually getting to know each other. They began as friends, or more as awkward acqaintances sharing a house. But gradually, they came to care for each other - as couples often do. Aryn, at the age of twenty-five, became pregnant with their first child. Their daughter was born nine months later, a little girl they named Phillipa. Phillipa was a happy doted on little toddler. A few years after her birth, Aryn gave birth to another girl - this one named Naia. After Naia came their son, Alisander. Though the family was conservative, living by the values their parents before them had set in place, Alisander had no reason to be unhappy. Despite the large age gap between himself and his siblings (five years between himself and Naia, nine years between himself and Phillipa), he was the doted on baby of the family.

Orestes came home one day, dragging his feet. He set his hat and coat on the dining room table, and tearfully informed their family that they would be moving from the country they had always loved. Orestes had been transferred, and without the stable income he provided, life would become much more difficult. With heavy hearts, the little family of five packed their things and boarded a plan bound for Canada. They settled in Canada, Phillipa was now eleven years old and Alisander was only two. Like her parents before her, Aryn began looking at their neighbors with a critical eye. Were they equal in stature, in wealth? Did they have marriageable sons or daughters? Despite the new culture they had immersed themselves in, the Demos' had every intention of arranging marriages for their children.

Phillipa eventually entered high school. Alisander was only five, and grew to miss his sister terribly during the long hours she was at school. It was around this time that she began to develop into her element. Their father, Orestes, had not been an elemental. And he'd been quite surprised to discover that he wife was. But at the point that he'd discovered this fact, he'd long since fallen deeply in love with her and was blind to all surprises. His wife, like Phillipa, had a strange affinity with wind and air. Aryn, seeing that her daughter had inherited her ability, taught her daughter how to control it, nurture it, and how to keep it quiet. After this information came to light, Aryn changed her search slightly. She wanted her daughter to marry someone like her, someone who would understand her for who she was and what she could do. Alisander, for his part, had little understanding. All he knew was that his sister could do fun things, ruffle his hair from far away or tickle him with a light breeze.

The children continued aging. Phillipa was now nineteen, Alisander was ten. Alisander, who was just entering middle school, clung to his sister desperately. He realized soon she would be going to college, far away from him. Many afternoons he spent simply sitting on the carpeted floor of Phillipa's room while she did homework, flipping through some book or another. Sometimes, he'd sneak in there at nights and curl up. It became so regular that Phillipa kept a quilt and pillow stashed in a corner for the nights he came to visit. He made her promise, that even when she went away, she'd come back and take him to the bookstores on his birthday. She promised, and they sealed it with intwined pinkie fingers.

Alisander, for his part, was mostly oblivious to his mother's search for a husband for Phillipa. A man Phillipa's age began to hang around, come to dinner, and such. But Alisander, only ten years old, couldn't care less what it all meant. His sister went to college, and the man went with her. But just like she'd promised, she came back every June and took him to the bookstores. The long months that she was away, he wrote her letters. He refused to use email, as he said it was "impersonal". But secretly he just delighted in opening the mailbox and finding a neat little envelope with his name on it.

The years went by, and Alisander grew older. Phillipa returned from college, now aged twenty-two, soon to be twenty-three. Alisander had just had his thirteenth birthday. He would soon be entering high school. With Phillipa's return came the man from before, Zachary, whom his parents spoke so highly of. A few months passed and sure enough, as Alisander had grown to expect and understand, his sister became engaged. Until the time of their wedding, she moved back into their parent's house, and she and Alisander were together once again. He was far too old to sleep on her floor now, instead they did other things together - went to lunch, or simply laid in the grass and talked. Around this time, as Alisander was going into puberty, his own ability showed itself.

Like his mother and sister before him, Alisander had a strange connection to the wind. It was Phillipa who taught him to control it, she would practice with him for hours on end. He grew stronger, more in control, though it was nothing to match the experience of his sister. He was but fourteen now, what could he really do? Phillipa turned twenty-three, and a great wedding was arranged. Alisander was the best man at their wedding. Phillipa moved out, into a house with Zachary. And her room was left empty. Alisander, despite now being fourteen, never found himself "too cool" for his sister. Like they had when she'd gone to college, he sent her letters. And she always sent replies. And the next year, when Alisander turned fifteen, she still showed up and took him to the bookstore. Just like she'd promised.

Another couple of years went by. Alisander began to notice a change in his sister. She was beaten down, appeared tired and fidgety at times. Then of course there was the hospital scare. She said she'd tripped and fallen, but a now sixteen year old Alisander was suspicious. He stayed at Phillipa's side day and night, trying to persuade her to talk to him. She'd only smile and say she loved him. She got better, and returned to Zachary's house. But deep in Alisander, a foreboding feeling was forming in his stomach. Their three-year anniversary passed. Phillipa turned twenty-six. Alisander was a month from turning seventeen.

Thats when the police showed up. They rang the doorbell, two of them standing awkwardly on the Demos' front porch, their hats in their hands. Naia was away, but Mr. Demos, Mrs. Demos and Alisander came to the door. The cops held out a necklace, one their parents had given Phillipa in congratulations at her wedding. The words rang in Alisander's ears. Is this your daughters? Are you Phillipa Rothschild's family? Alisander was numb as the police officers came in. They informed the small family that Phillipa's husband had already made the identification, but they needed a second since there was no body. Alisander only caught vague words. Phillipa. Lake. Drowned. Body.

Alisander turned seventeen. He spent the entire day staring out the window of his room. He was still waiting for Phillipa to drive up and take him to the bookstore. She didn't. A funeral was held, but it still wasn't real - not for Alisander. He visited the lake, stared at the dark depths. He couldn't imagine his sister there, truly drowning. But it was the last place she'd been seen, the last anyone had heard of her. In secret, Alisander had the coordinates of the lack tattooed on his arm. Perhaps it was a reminder, a starting point. Because that was where his search would begin from. Eventually, he discovered the Academy. He presented it to his parents, citing that he needed to "get away". His parents signed the checks, wrote the applications, with numb fingers. Perhaps Alisander really did need to simply leave, to be somewhere far away from Phillipa's memory. But another large part of him was beginning a search. He just can't accept that she's gone.

He's now been at the Academy for nearly three years. And every year, on his birthday, he goes to the local bookstore, and simply sits. He looks through them all, collects his favorites. But he never buys a single one.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME Mo

YOUR AGE Seventeen

RP EXPERIENCE A number of years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? Starky Stark

SECRET WORD Correct

RP SAMPLE

see thaddea's biography

[TAYLOR THE CANADIAN]

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* accepted ,

WELCOME___TO THE ACADEMY !

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