Name : Alexandra Honda (African/Birth Name: Lion of the Ash Sands)

Alias : Lionheart, Soul of the Desert Land, Stormchaser

Age : 22 years

Hair Color : Ash blonde

Eye Color : Deep dark brown

Race : Hybrid of Africa

Nationality : Western African

Skin Color : Black, dark brown

Height : 6’ 0”

Family : Bringer of Storms (Father) , Calming Moon (Mother), Sands Fury (Younger Brother) and Silent Shadow (Younger Sister)

Occupation : Guardian of Kyo and of her Mother Land, as well as where she stays currently.

Personality :
She isn't too much of a hard character to grasp: She shows and says what she feels bluntly and to the point. When she's happy, she's happy. When she's sad, well, she wouldn't say it but you will know she is.
Many things may annoy her and she gets easily irritated, so she lets off some steam in whichever way is easier. Alexandra is a confident talker and loves company and her friends and colleagues, but not as much as Kyo, whom she puts his safety and needs way before hers. The only thing going against him is when she taunts him of her strength compared to his. Any damage done to one's she does care for, she will track the culprit to any country, any reigion, any planet, hell bent on a crazied revenge for whoever was the victim, and souly take the pleasure of beating them to the furthest extent of pain they can possibly experience. She will face any challenge given to her, even if she is near death, and will enjoy every moment.

Likes : Basking in the African sun, peace and quiet when she does so. Remembering good pasttimes. Strong coffee and strawberries (not at the same time). Having the company of Kyo and any of his friends. Curry, Chilli and any hot foods. Staggering around at night completely steaming with her friends. Finding out the next day of her beating the crap out of anyone who flirted or started on her. Peoples looks when she tells a bad joke.

Dislikes : Too much rain and getting caught in it unawares. Weird looking animals (dogs and cats and other animals doen up 'nicely' as pets, kangaroos, hedgehogs, beavers, seals, etc etc). Remembering bad pasttimes. When any of her friends are hurt. Sour foods which sting her nose, such as lemon, lime and oranges. When people gloat for a long time over something they had won. One's who won't get lost when she makes it clear she wants them to.


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In the darkness of the night, Lion of the Ash Sands watched round the edge of the mud frame exiting her hut that was her home. Her dark eyes shone from the moons light as she stood in a one piece, scraggy, mud covered dress, her feet dust covered and worn for walking this lands uneven and burning face. Her eyes were focused on her mother kneeling out into the open night air. She could see the white glisten off her mothers dark skin as she looked up to the sky. She was smiling with the stress of a pregnant and poor woman's life not even showing once on her face. Father never came back... and mother's stomach has gotten so big now... she is in pain! Lion of the Ash Sands blinked and kept her eyes on her mother all night, like she always had done, the moment Bringer of Storms left...

For a five year old, it wasn't hidden the fact on the hardships of life, and the men leaving for war or for hunting, and even for women's pregnancy and birth-giving. It was something given to the young to see and to harden them up for their own future. Not much time to be on your own playing in the dirt with your friends. But not remembering your father, except for the images of him running through the walls of a sand storm outside the huts with no fear enveloping him, and seeing him cut down many animals with his spear and axe, carrying the biggest he could back home. Always bigger than any of the other men could ever bring home to the tribe, but that was Bringer of Storms; a man of physical strength and courage, built with intense muscle and height, but Calming Moon wasn't happy looking in her eyes... everyone else was and they cheered his name and painted his skin on themselves and on their walls, gave him gifts, but even though mother smiled, her eyes shone with sadness contained within. She never said a word...

A babe's cry in the night was hushed as the woman took up with gentleness and care her new child, and she cradled it in red that painted her clothes with the colour of war and anger. But she wasn't angry at all. Not like Lion of the Ash Sands. She was angry... for once again her mother's pain was caused by the person who she cares for the most, and was not even seen by him, again... and even won't be seen when he comes back to here... it was a girl. Lion of the Ash Sands eyes, with their excellent sight and hearing of the true lions of this land, could see that through the night. She was not loved when she was born. She was a cursed being, which was worshipped and shunned, feared as well and respected. No one knew how to treat her. Her ear twitched, fur covering it's skin as she felt something brush at her arm. It was her younger brother. He was only two but he was already getting fathers person... stubborn, cocky, mood swings, but he was nice to Lion of the Ash Sands... Her eyes then lifted to the black surrounding the white silhoette of her mother to show once again, no one around her to care for her pain and happiness...

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''Hey, you better say that it was me who killed that!'' Came the voice of irritation outside a shroud of warm darkness. The floor was lit with the sun and showed the beautiful radiance of the warm sand under the feet of Lion of the Ash Sands. Blinking once, she could see the feet of her brother, Sands Fury, runing alongside her. She shifted and lifted her arm higher over her head so the land was shown to her. Above her, carried off the ground, was a young buffalo, not a kid one, but an adult all the same. She blinked at her brother. His face was contorted when she smirked at him and spoke up, ''Oh yeah? Well if you could fight me and carry this back, then I might just think about it.'' She was strong. She was bloody strong in fact. Even though she was a female and it wasn't tradition to have the women fighting, she would hunt when she wanted to provide for her siblings and mother, wanting her to be pleased with them here. And now as a 9 year old, she was far old enough to hunt herself.
Sands Fury wrung his fists till his nails cut his palms and kicked up the dirt at his feet, sending a sheet of sand up in the air, reflecting his anger. Lion of the Ash Sand just shrugged and pointed to the village, which was just visable in the distance. ''Okay. If you race me till we get there and win, you can say what you want.'' She then let him run on ahead. With just a jog as a starting pace, she picked it up till she sprinted, taking huge but elegant and fluent strides towards the first huts. Running past, she got to the busier area of the tribes activity area and threw the buffalo to the ground. All turned to stare at what this child had managed to carry in and even kill! Many faces were of disgust mixed with fear of this beast that brought the dead animal in, while others were aweed at her strength and her speed coming in. Some of the women came over to her and praised her, but they kept their distance, for they didn't want to touch her. But, she had never been touched by anyone other than her family... excluding Bringer of Storms... Turning her head, she saw the look on her six year old brother's face filled with hate and he ran off in a different direction from her. She watched him, a pang of sadness stabbed her behind her ribs...

''Did you hear? Bringer of Storms's son Sands Fury is an excellent hunter! He had killed a huge buffalo and brought it here all by himself! He's so impressive, just like his father... a true warrior, the best solider and hunter around.'' The words of the tribes were all the same. Lion of the Ash Sands watched stayed silent as she walked past the people. They didn't see her or even intend to look at her if they even noticed her at all. HE had come back and had phrased his son for his work, and went around the many tribes around telling them of his son's strength and speed and intelligence, and that that was his 'only' childs start to a great future ahead of him. ''He's so much like his father, so amazing!'' ''Yes! Isnt it? And I heard he even fought a beast back from his kill. A one of a kind monster!'' ''I heard that too. It even prepared to attack this place but he chased it here, outran it and killed it.'' ''Oh, I thought it was his sister, you know... the beast one... she attacked him though?'' ''Oh yes, well you would expect that wouldn't you? I mean, she's not human. She's either a god or a curse of that woman Calming Moon for getting Bringer of Storms attention and marrying him in the first place. He's far too good for her!'' ''True. A cursed first child... if you can call it a child. It's horrendous we let it walk about. It's  bad omen, I tell you...!'' The talk and gossip was suffocating... Lion of the Ash Sands felt nearly sick as she had to pass them by... but then something caught the hem of her dress and she looked over her shoulder. Her four year old sister Silent Shadow looked up at her, her dark eyes glistening as she looked up at her saddened sister. It was then that she noticed her eyes were watering. She was too old for that. She turned around and smiled lightly at her young sister. ''You will see me though, won't you? I hope... you look past my hideousness and my curse and see what I am inside this body. Please... don't be sad for someone like me and go to mother. If everyone sees you with me, they will say things about you. Go.'' Lion of the Ash Sands turned to leave but the grip of her sisters hand didn't loosen when she felt the light tug on it. She sighed, feeling her breath shaking as she did and moved her hand back, offering her hand so her sister could take it. She did and they went through the crowds, avoiding their eyes as they headed home...

''You have come to take her away? Where will you be taking her and for what reason do you do so?'' A Tribal Elder spoke with the weakest of voices and with many decorations and scarifications upon his body. There were seven others with him under and material veiled hut made from red powdered mud and sticks. Three men stood before the ones seated there and they dressed as if ready for war. ''We have come not only because we heard many things about the beast and it's wild activity and rebelliousness, but also because of the fact that we need her skills and company only for some way. We will not part long if you want her back here.'' The third Elder on the left, a thin, narrow as well as long face man with many wrinckles, chuckled after choking a little on the mans' last words. ''Ahahuhuh... yu think we worship this thing running through our tribe or any other one for that matter? Passing by our huts? I don't think s-'' ''I didn't say that that was our priority with her, sending her back here. Nor did I say that you worship her. But we will take her away and that's what we intend to do. What will happen to her is all up to her...'' The man interupted, his eyes firmly on all seven men. The two soliders to either side of him were quiet as the main spokesman told them of what he intended to happen... well... part of it....

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Strong, smooth wood tapped on Lion of the Ash Sands shoulder as she walked alongside the three men. She was given it for a weapon and nothing more. As they walked through the desert sun, she didn't know what to say of the situation. She was asked to journey with them? Where? Well, they needed her for an oncoming, what could be quite a serious battle, if they were caught between these two locations. She looked up at one and spoke. ''What kind of people will be attacking if there is any?'' The man didn't say anything at first but then his head tilted a little her way, his sharp eyes moving till they were fixed to hers? ''Savages, canibals... something like those.'' Lion of the Ash Sands' eyes grew wide as he said that and her imagination took over. What could they be like? And with only four people?
''Take this.'' The sudden question startled her and she stopped abruptly and looked quickly up at the taller of the men. He held out a pipe of something. She took it from him but held it lightly in her fingers as she spoke up, looking at it curiously. ''What is it? What do I do?'' He just grinned lightly and pushed it to her mouth. ''Just put it to your mouth and suck in.'' She blinked again and looked down at it. But there was little smoke coming out of the end. Was something on fire inside it? But, he's an expert warrior. As she was still hesitating, he had lent over towards her and whispered. ''It will make you a better warrior. Better than your father. He may even notice you...'' Little drops of tears pricked up at the corners of her eyes and started to blur her vision slightly. Her father...? Will notice her...? She will be good at something? Then... she will be liked? No one will say nasty things about her? With that runnign through her mind, she breathed what was in the pipe, in. It was within that moment of finishing every bit of it, the man was grinning more than normal, and her body was shaking. Her eyes were unfocused and she could hardly stand. ''W-what is this?'' She stammered, her eyes trying to focus on him. He laughed eerily and moved away to her right and, as her eyes stayed focused ahead of her and black figures in the far distance started to haze out a great part of the hills and sand mountains, his voice was the last thing she remembered before her mind was lost.
''Your Calling... your death... and your family will meet you there...''

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What is this...? Where... where did they go to...? Why... why is it so hot? I don't.... understand... Lion of the Ash Sands felt her muscles burn all over her body. Her skin was on fire, on the surface and well as under it and she was painted with the colour of war and anger... all over. Black stripes covered her whole body and flaps of skin dangled from around the edges. The ground she walked on painted a pattern of black spots of different sizes and the colour of war and anger in streaks and bleary patches. Her hair. Her hair damnged over her face and was dripping with it. She suddenly had a craving for home. As she staggered the long invisable road back, following the scent of the men she travelled with, she soon came across a powerful smell of blood and smoke and excriment. What the...? She shook her head twice for the pain started to take effect inside her head ad behind her eyes and as she opened them, she saw on the ground a sight she would never forget; huts that stood tall over her were nothing more than knee high to her on the tallest points, and they sent out dark billows of smoke from them. Skattered belongings were damaged or burned too and other shapes took form on the ground. A little further on, it was clear what they were. In many pieces, her people were skattered along the ground, cut apart with no care at all and some left in a pile. Flies had already swarmed them but that wasn't the thing she focused on. Lions had started to help themselves to the blood fest and with plently of it. They... they were even full that they... they rolled in it, are lying in her peoples blood and gut! Her breathing had quickened without her even noticing and the dust around her started to move, the wind picking up and her eyes started to glow. How... how could they...? The lions were now looking at her. They could sense the power coming from her and they were not sure if it was life threatening. But, they would never know... for as soon as Lion of the Ash Sands opened her mouth to let out a scream, a wave of energy that she felt escape from her ripplied out in a violent wave. It took only a milisecond for it to hit the lions before they disintergrated and showered the droplets of blood left up and away from the pile of bodies. But then, right then, did she see them... her family. Strapped to stakes in the ground and nailed to them, they hung their except for the mother whose feet touched the ground. All three lay limp, intrails long hung from their open stomachs. And her mother... her mother was smiling a little... and had cried, for the tears had dried on her cheeks. Why did she cry? Because her family was dying right beside her... why was she smiling...?
Her Tribe is dead. Her six year old and four year old children are dead. Lion of the Ash Lands was claimed dead after she left. Bringer of Storms never returned... again...
...why was she smiling...?


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