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 | Subject: Alexis Marcus Flechels (deleted)  Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:53 pm | |
| Name: Alexis Marcus Fleches
Age: 17
Bounty:
Species: Human
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Alliance: himself?
Home Village/Ocean: Grand Line
Appearance: Alexis is 195cm tall, making him taller than most guys his age. He has 2 ring piercings in each eyebrow, black metal and small. Similar rings in his nose, one in each side. 7 piercings in each side of his ears. He also has a lip ring, slightly thicker than the others, but made by the same black metal. He has bright emerald green eyes that always sparkle, full of joy, even when he's mad. His face is angular and manly. He has short blond hair that is really spiky, the fringe that he used to use for covering his face was completely cut off. His body is built but not to the excess, he has marked biceps and a nice 8pack but it doesn't cross the line to gross. His complexion is white but he's slightly tanned, due to the work he had in the circus, when it wasn't show time. He usually wears the circus' uniform, which consists of black leggings and a tight black t-shirt. He wears a mask as well.
History: Alexis grew up in a small island in the Grand Line, this island was full of insane people who forced their children to be part of the island's circus, so they would be entertained by their own children, the circus in whole was insane and forced the children to inflict pain to themselves, things were crazy, in the bad way. And sadly Alexis couldn't help but pass through that experience. His parents were blacksmiths and they made this special knives for Alexis to start practicing with when he was 4, he was sent to the circus not too long after that. Alexis' experience in the circus was horrible. He was always injured and he didn't have even the slightest fun, no everything was work.. work that made him injured. He had cuts and any kind of injury, not lethal, you could think of. Alexis didn't say anything about it, he didn't try to socialize with anyone, he didn't see the point in that. Why should you try to socialize with people that are just as hurt as you are and who are obviously not interested. But that was only to hide his fear to being rejected. He was alone, his parents didn't care about him, even if they had given him those knives, they had left him.
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I sat down in the cold floor, I breathed in and out trying to calm myself and my arm grabbed the bleeding one trying to stop the red liquid from flowing down onto the freezing surface. I sigh as it finally seemed to be stopping and ease my grip in it. I heard steps in the hallway, slowly approaching the room I was in. I was scared, it could be seen from the way I was shaking. But I couldn't do anything about it, I was alone and I knew it. And if they wanted to do something bad to me, they would. Nothing had stopped them before, so why would today be different? I wondered, unable to say it aloud though, because if they heard me I would be dead.
I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, it would have been better if they thought I was asleep, maybe that way the wouldn't annoy me, or hurt me. But no I was apparently not a good actor, or more like luck wasn't on my side, and I was soon kicked on the stomach. "Wake up, trash" the persons said, I opened my eyes and stared at him, pain from the kick was almost unbearable, I had received too many kicks there since the morning. "See that's better, unlike those trash you call parents" the man said. I grunted under my breath and stood up, even if I was really injured.
"Call me what you want but don't insult my parents" I said puffing out my chest, I was small, only seven years old, but I couldn't bear someone talking so badly about my parents, even if they had left me, I loved them.
Soon a fist connected with my left cheek and I was again on the floor. I cried in pain and stared at the man who punched me. The man smirked and laughed. "You're so full of bullshit. Go and die" he said and then left. Had he only come here to annoy me? Was it his sole purpose?
It seemed my purpose here was only to bring others the satisfaction of seeing me hurt, crying, in pain. I don't know why. But I was tired, I was tired of everything. Once I was strong enough, I was going to run away.
Alexis trained hard so that when he was old enough, and strong enough, he would be able to run away from that place, from that twisted circus that made him be in so much pain. Alexis worked hard with the people in the circus, never maintaining any bonds with them, so when he was strong, he left without regrets. He had to fight and kill most of the guards that crossed his way, he didn't care about it, he didn't want to do anything with those people, so he was fine with it. Alexis had to run away from the island, surprisingly enough his parents helped him out, even if that meant that they would be sacrificed for his cause, they believed in him and didn't care about dying. He loved them and cried when saying goodbye. "We always loved you, and it really hurt to let you go to that place, we're so sorry Alexis" his mother said before he left. "Please use the knives and become strong" he smiled and left without remorse. He was going to make it through, that was a fact.
Leaving the island, leaving his parents, without money or anything besides the ship his parents had given him and his knives, Alexis was forced to look for a work, and what was better than being a bounty hunter. Actually that idea hadn't come to him as suddenly as some would think it did. No, he walked into a bar, using the little money he had left to drown in his misery, and saw the bounty posters, he wondered about it and eventually decided that that would be more than fine. |
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