Character Profile
Name: Alexandria Jones
Class: Support-Culinary Services Sex: Female Age: 28-37 ( depends on in-universe timing of story ).
History thus far:
Essentually, a showgirl in exile. Avid diver/ burlesque girl for 'Posidian's Palace', as of 1960. Unfortunately, when the original owner of the biz opted to sell it, whence he retired, several entertainers had issues with being…pressured by the new one--to offer certain 'services' to valued customers--on top of their normal duties. She was, sadly, one of only 3 to survive the physical-backlash for walking out on them--due to strengthening mob influence over the area .
Once recovering in the care of loved ones, however, she opted to live 'off the grid' for about a year -- and eventually ended up in Tuefort under a considerably-minimized identity. Got a job at the 'Stardust' diner, lived in a spare room at the Inn, and essentially started her life over from scratch--in a unpleasant…But ideally quiet enviroment.
…Unfortunately, as these things have a way of resurfacing, however: she was eventually seen and recognised for her former occupation, due to the slight trickle of tourism. And, after long enough, word wound up spreading to the wrong people-- and the diner ultimately burnt to the ground for the lingering 'disrespect' she'd caused XC
Still, fortune persisted. As it happened, the Spy on one of the local teams not only previously frequented the establishment, but happened to be contracted to find the persons responsible ( for that and dozens of other crimes , by then ). Thus, after picking her brain for further details, as an ex-employee --he offered to not only find the person responsible--but give her a fresh start elsewhere.
Thus, as of now, she resides on base-- under the collective protection of the company. And for room/board ( and a somewhat lucrative stipend to keep anything she sees quiet ) , she makes 3 meals a day during the week , with occasional holidays off.
…Rumor was, though, before now-- Mannco residents had pretty frequent issues regarding malnutrition, food-poisonings and some pretty nasty cross-contamination problems. Sooooo this seemed like an ample opportunity to shave down a bunch of things at once, reguardless ^_^.
Relations:
-Father ( lives 2 states over, with a chapter of his biking guild, that she also used to dwell with )
-Mother ( lives in rural Idaho- divorced her father once both her both her kids graduated )
-Younger brother -by 2 yrs ( Also in rural Idaho- She rarely talks to him or her mom, though, because he's incredibly snobbish--and she has a nasty temper--that she refuses to take responsibility for XC ).
-Paternal grandfather ( Went MIA during the first world war, after conceiving her father ). She has photos, but a body has never conclusively been found with his dental records, so she has hope he's still out there somewhere.
-Paternal grandmother ( Cremated, after dying of natural causes at about 64. Laid in residence at a graveyard near their family farm in rural Washington).
All family members she is in contact with, however, were fed the collective lie that she lives in residence at a government facility--so none would be tempted to abruptly visit.
Hobbies: Painting,sculpting, figure-drawing, urban foraging, mild-to-moderate farming.
Pet: 'Baby' ( Cream-pelted kitten she found in a pile of tires outside of a 7-11. He's extra-small, because he was several weeks premature, at the time of his birth ).
Personality: Outwardly polite, hospitable, and handy to a fault--as little more than a civilian. But, can be taught just about anything given the time/resources, and the ability to take notes. Has trouble trusting others completely, due to both the attempts on her life, and a verbally-abusive home situation, as a youth. Has never completely recovered her sense of self because of both. Intermittently depressed by fluxuating brain chemistry and sour memories, but when operating on a general frequency, it takes an awful lot to get under her skin… Spending the first 10 years out of highschool in the service-industry definitely had a hand in that. As, once you've mopped up every bodily fluid known to man it's a little hard to make someone cry on que, afterall XD;
Additional: Hugger by nature. Comes to breakfast in an oversized rock shirt and a sarong, often without even shoes. Burritoes her blankets, and sleeps in clusters of star-shaped cushions every night.
Not many see it, since she doesn't have much company over, but her 'safe'-room is also probably the most colorful on the base, next to Pyro's--as she was able to keep all her possessions , during both moves.
