Post by ebonyfox on Jan 28, 2010 10:09:28 GMT -5
fox, goat, 31 posts ~ Leroy's Note
Name: Xylia Silverpath
Nickname: Foxy or Xy
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
Standing no more than 5’2 Xylia takes on the appearance of a little girl more so than the young adult she is. When you see her, she is usually sporting a strange fashion of braiding one side of her head and leaving the other side curled, or wearing baggy overalls, a long shirt and a hat which makes her look like a boy.
When Xylia is determined to look good, however, her sense of style becomes more sedated into the typical feminine sense of blouses and summer dresses. Xylia also always wears a small choke collar that used to be her mothers.
Personality:
Curious as a fox (hence the nickname), she is also confident and strong willed. She has also been described as clever and sneaky with a broad range of talents and abilities acquired from living in a rough neighborhood. She is pretty tom-boyish and isn't very book smart, but where she lacks school intelligence she is a genius in street smarts.
Xylia has a layered personality dependent upon when you knew her and for how long. Growing up in the streets she is very practical and down-to-earth with a straight forward attitude about things. More likely to jump into a situation first and then think about it later, she is also more likely to punch over cower.
On the other hand, past her hard exterior Xylia is very much a little girl forced to grow up too quickly. When her mother passed away, Xylia was the one forced to step up and fill the woman’s role in her families life. She is very mature and responsible for her age and has been known to act as a motherly figure to those around her. When the door is closed however, she is still a mourning little girl with fears of losing the family she desperately tries to keep together.
Biography:
Xylia Silverpath’s life began in an apartment complex owned by her mother and father. It was the family apartment which rented out more than 20 small homes. On ground level of the apartment, they also ran a bar/restaurant.
It was a rough living, for they did not live in the best of neighborhoods with a lot of wealth, but Xylia was content with her life. She had an angel for a mother, a wonderful father, and three terrific (but slightly overprotective brothers) all of whom she knew loved her immensely. With them she believed that her life was just fine.
Xylia grew up for years believing that her life was perfect, but sadly, when she turned 11 her life began to take a decline from perfect and into hellish. Towards the beginning to December, Xylia and her family received news at their doorstep that Xylia’s mother had been killed as an innocent bystander to a nearby gang shooting. The shock of losing his dear wife sent, Xylia’s father in a deep depression and her brothers into a ditch they were struggling, but unable to climb out of. Seeing the most important men in her life starting to fall, Xylia stepped into her mother’s shoes and presumed the role of woman of the house.
When Xylia first took over the role of her mother, she assumed the task would be relatively easy: Cook, clean, get the guys ready for the world, and maybe some light upkeep, but soon realized that was the least of her worries. Even with Xylia stepping up to the role, her father’s heart was too broken and the man essentially checked out of life. All he did was drink, and stare listlessly at the television, mostly at the news. With their father so out of it, the boys were at a loss on how to continue with their own lives. Their absences made the businesses struggle and the bill collectors arriving. To keep the family off of the streets, Xylia wrapped an apron around her waist and took to the task of running both businesses as well.
Seven years passed of Xylia taking care of her family, running the bar, and keeping up the apartment. Her life might seem to be a miserable one, but to her it is a work in progress. Months later, her brothers slowly began to recover from the shock and relieved her of many tasks concerning the bar and apartments and after 5 long years her father at last began to come out of his depression. Everyone was still in recovery, but they were doing better, so much better that Xylia had high hopes of things going back to a similar degree of happiness achieved with her mother around.
But then the Spectors came and ruined everything…
How they were recruited:
She was balancing three plates on each arm and a tray of beer mugs on her head. As the men around her cheered the young woman rolled her eyes and walked pretty quickly towards the furthest table in the bar, “Here you go boys.” Xylia announced while carefully unloading her arms, “Now don’t you make a mess in here you got it? If I see a burger on the floor like yesterday I’m gonna beat you all to a pulp!”
“Yea, yea, we’ll watch it Foxy.” The men teased while she walked to the next table. The girl made sure to approach this table with a bit more finesse than the last one. The previous table was filled with regulars who knew her since she was little girl, but this table held two new comers and judging by their suits and ties they weren’t the local alcoholics.
“Hello gentlemen, can I start you off with something to drink?” She asked kindly. She noted one had a mustache and looked a bit older while the other was a bit younger without. The men exchanged glances before nodding and ordering with reserved voices that made her think of cops. As she walked away she frowned as she overheard some of their conversation.
“We should go for her.”
“Grace isn’t all that is needed.”
Xylia left when they started to debate, she was a curious fox (hence the nickname) but she wasn’t rude enough to just ease drop on the entire conversation. When Xylia returned with their orders she came back to the interesting surprise of the men asking about apartment rooms.
“Well, I run the apartments upstairs as well.” She explained while setting their plates down.
“Good, we are interested in renting for a month.” The man with a mustache explained.
Xylia looked at them, they didn’t look like the types would couldn’t afford better so why stay in a rundown apartment complex? “That’ll be fine… let me get you the paperwork.”
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A few days had passed since the strange men in suits had started to live in the complex. They lived directly above Xylia and her family and seemed to have some strange habits. For one thing they were always in the bar, just like Xyla’s regulars. They only ever ordered simple things: coffee, bread, maybe some soup if they were hungry enough, but unlike the regulars these two men didn’t chat and watch television or gossip. Instead they observed and spoke quietly to each other. What they observed were usually the girls who walked home from school.
If Xylia got close enough she could make out things like, “Not good enough,” “Too weak looking,” Or, “She’ll be perfect.” With this evidence the young woman came to a conclusion she didn’t like. Pedophiles, but she couldn’t just yell at them about it with bits and pieces of evidence. She needed proof before she kicked them out of her apartment.
Xylia waited until the men took a rare trip out of the apartment before she made her move. Using the master key she quietly crept into the rented apartment and began to search for her evidence, but what she found was more than she bargained for.
She found folders of girls and some of boys all of whom she recognized for living in the area. Xylia placed a finger to one of the profiles and skimmed the information only to discover that it was frighteningly detailed. Everything from likes and dislikes to social security number and time of birth!
“They’re kidnappers…” Xylia whispered before looking towards their computer. She was going to bet anything that there was even more information located on that machine. Her face set in determination and she walked forward turning it on. Lucky for her they hadn't thought to set up a password.
Once on the screen, Xylia promptly erased all of the memory. She turned around to look at the folders again, “Now… to take care of the hard copy.” She didn’t get the chance. The door handle started to shake, looking up quickly she realized the men had returned. Xylia frantically thought of what to do before running to the kitchen and grabbing a broom. As the men opened the door she plastered on a fake smile.
"There you are!" She grinned wide as they frowned at her.
"What are you doing here?" The younger of the men asked while the other walked further into the house.
"There were complaints upstairs of pests you see, I just came to make sure your room wasn't having the same concern." she smoothly lied. "I didn't spot any rats though so I'll leave you gentleman to your day. Goodbye." As she reached for the door, the younger man shut and locked it.
"I'm sorry, Foxy was it? Can't let you do that?" After the young man said those words things took a drastic change. Xylia made a break for the door but was caught by the taller man around the wrist. Struggling fiercely she managed a punch but, though he recoiled, he kept his grip and pulled her to floor. Xylia kicked and struggled in frustration until at last she growled, "What do you want? Our family doesn't have any money!"
"Not going to scream for help?" The man asked while holding her down.
"I'm not that pathetic!" She bites back, "Now let me go! There's no reason to hold me!"
"Actually there is plenty of reason." He said while glancing towards the computer, "Our computer hard drive was cleaned out...was that you?" When Xylia didn't answer, the man smirked, "It seems you know our little secret."
"So, what are you going to do? Kill me for it?" She dared.
"You're graceful, intelligent, obviously clever and pretty strong." The man mused before looking to his partner, "Yes. yes, I do believe we will 'kill' you."
Before Xylia's eyes her life took a drastic change. She was given two choices. Become an animorph and have her death faked, or die for real within that apartment complex.
"I'll do it then, but you have to promise my family's well-being."
With that, the deal was sealed and Xylia agreed to work for Spector.
Preferred Job: Exterminator (Wildlife Removal as she prefers to say.)
First morph: Fox. It was towards winter when she received and her mentor received an odd call. Apparently, a family was hearing strange noises in their basement but it didn’t quiet sound like a mouse or rat. Upon arriving at the premise they trapped a little gray fox. Xylia’s mentor explained to the girl that it was likely an illegal pet who had escaped. Sure enough, when Xylia rested a hand against the cage the animal did not lash out. It was common rule of an exterminator to either release the creature back into the wild or put it down. Before her mentor could put down the friendly little fox, Xylia vehemently opposed and volunteered to take it instead.
Now, in her little provided apartment she keeps the little animal like a dog. Her mentor teased her of ‘thinking like a fox’ since she was able to get along so well with the animal. After some thought, Xylia finally acquired the animal. If she thought like one, she minus well become one after all.
