Alexandra Vicomte

Alexandra is rather skinny, despite being an expert hunter. Most of what she catches ends up going to the capital, so there's never enough to feed herself. She's small, standing at only five foot three inches, though she more than makes up for her small size in cunning and strength. Alex is tan from spending all of her time outside, hunting, though she's quite often dirty. Sometimes she didn't even bother trying to wash up, since she would just get dirty again. And she didn't really have any place to go home to. Well, she did, just there was nobody there, so it didn't really matter what she did. Alex has long, dark brown, curly hair that's almost black, and hazel eyes.

Alex was orphaned at the age of eleven and has been living on her own ever since. This experience has toughened her up considerably, and she's not afraid to prove her point with a well placed punch, or an elbow to the chest. Whatever it took. Not to say she wasn't nice, though. She definitely was, but she just wasn't afraid to stick up for herself.

Alexandra was raised as a trained killer. She was taught to fight by her father, and she was taught to hunt by her father. Her father taught her everything, really. He had to, since her mother had died in childbirth, with her first and last child, her daughter. Her father was killed when he and Alex were on one of their commonplace forest hunts-strictly forbidden, but that was where the best meat came from.