general overview

[starvelingsoulless]

Appearance: I did type up a thing about this; although it reads like absolute nonsense, you can read it here

Age: 20

Gender: ??? None gender with left stabs. They’re from 1893, what do you think. Basically: Alexis doesn’t really have any words to describe their gender except ‘not that, not that either’.

Personality: Alexis is aware they’re not a good person. There’s essentially two sides -- their expressed traits and their unexpressed traits.

Expressed-wise, they’re stubborn and petty, with no real actual positive feelings about things one way or the other; cruel, vicious, and not really good at expressing what emotions they have left. It’s hard to tell how much of their callousness is natural and how much has arisen as a result of Seeking the Name. They want things, want them a lot, but have no particular affection for material objects and tend to be surprisingly generous.

They’re not looking for redemption, or even hope; they’ve hurt a lot of people and regret very little of it. Staying alive isn’t even that important to them -- after all, the Neath grants unnatural vitality to all residents. Alexis is not a kind person, but they have a soft spot for kids and animals, and will treat the two groups well as long as they’re not provoked. They like to take control of a situation and absolutely hate being talked down to or treated like a kid -- they may not be the tallest person in the room, but Alexis has an intimidating aura, mostly because they will not hesitate to use force.

On the repressed side, Alexis is scared. They’re constantly on edge and nervous, eternally tense, never letting their guard down unless they’re around someone they think can’t hurt them at all. Their emotional maturation was rapidfire-forced at the age of eleven, and they don’t have the capacity to deal with things like an adult -- if things can’t be dealt with by straightforward talking, violence, or the slightest bit of persuasion, Alexis doesn’t know what to do.

History: Raised in the English slums, from a young age Alexis was taught two simple things: the rich are cruel and undeserving, and the only way to stay alive at any reasonable level is to hurt other people. It’s not like they much minded -- well, now they don’t; but when you’re raised with a concept from the time you’re a child to the time you are no longer, it tends to stick. Their father was absent, primarily, a mellow man who never interacted too much with his children -- their elder brother, Daniel Tucker, was seven years their senior and their protector. ...but he disappeared when Alexis was eleven to seek his fortune, and it all went downhill from there. You see, Alexis’ mother was a particularly bitter woman; her father (and Alexis’ grandfather) was disinherited for attempting to steal his father’s fortune, and that bitterness was passed onto his daughter. And she wanted that money. So she went after it in the first way she knew: taking it out on her eleven-year-old daughter.

Long story short, child prostitution laws weren’t great in 1886, if you weren’t anyone of any importance. Alexis was bought and sold because they were pretty, and one day -- one day, one day -- they were sixteen, and their house caught fire. (Alexis blames themself, even still. They likely always will. Was it their fault? Hard to say.) They escaped the blaze, suffering moderate burns on their back and shoulders (also creating their pyrophobia!) - but their parents weren’t so lucky. Both adults died in the fire. Because their parents had criminal connections, things didn’t turn out great: in panic and in fear people were chasing them, Alexis Tucker escaped to what London had become. This is where our story begins, technically; but also a turning point.

BLAH BLAH BLAH technically, from here on, this is all blogcanon stuff? But for your own safety, you probably don’t want to read through 64 pages of RP and character development intermingled with aesthetic reblogs and probably stupid things we thought were amusing at the time, so I’ll sum up important plot points because honestly porting a character at this point is a mess.

Alexis sold their soul shortly after coming to the Neath -- they feel too much, on their own; feel too strongly and they couldn't handle it at all. Not then. So then, when the option was given to just - stop - feeling - well. How could Alexis turn it down? They don't know where their soul is. And they don't want to. Even with their positive feelings dulled so much, the way nothing hurts too deep makes it worthwhile.

Eventually after that, they became a spirifer, stealing souls and participating in the unlicensed trade of such -- this is horrendously illegal, but Alexis does a lot of things that are horrendously illegal because they have 0% sense of self-preservation. There was some horrifying purposeful suicide along the way, and other such things too! They were kidnapped and tortured by the Lakewood Lodge -- a group of religious pyromaniac fanatics (this, altogether, was due to the fact that Alexis is a soulless hedonistic spirifer who abhors the Church: quite a heathen) - and made it out alive with little lasting damage, but Alexis is still even more uncomfortable with fire than they were before.
That was up to 1892. Given 1894, they’ve lived as regularly as is possible for them.

Besides that, Alexis also began Seeking Mr Eaten's Name in the winter of 1891 (read: At your window), for lack of any goal they had in life at all -- with no purpose, no point, they'd just been doing odd jobs. Alexis isn't someone who likes to be idle - they get...intrusive thoughts. So a strange figure showing up at their window? SURE WHY NOT THAT'S AN EXCELLENT IDEA. And getting hungry, getting cravings, wanting to rip and tear -- that's alright. It gives them purpose. It gives them something to hone to and point at, to be sharp and to be devoted to - and it's for justice. It's for truth. It's for fixing things (Alexis knows it's ruining them, knows it deep as they can, but refuses to care: after all, it's not like they deserve anything better).

(NOTES: FOR CONTEXT, there’s a lot of lore in this app which is relevant to Fallen London and Alexis but which most people wouldn’t know: I’ve provided the best info I can here.

*Mr Eaten / Mr Candles, the betrayal, and Seeking the Name. Joining Seeking (aka Horrible Candle Deathcult) is a bad idea, kids. It’s a terrible deathcult about getting justice for a dead spacebat erased from memory and existence and making candles out of your own body. The further you get into it, the more insane and hungryhungryhungry you get -- and Alexis is pretty far in. They eat a lot of things. Usually meat. Sometimes, people. :3c Sometimes they wake up and their gums are bleeding and their skin feels too tight for their bones, but -- that's just dreams, right? That's just dreams?

Fallen London is... a complicated setting. There is a lot of lore about messengers and the fact that starlight is enforcing the laws of reality. All you need to know is this: in Fallen London, people do not stay dead. This is because there is no sunlight: where the Sun cannot see to enforce its’ laws, the laws of reality...are a bit different. All dying entails, down here, is a quick trip to the Slow Boat and the Boatman (who are debatably real) and then you just wake back up -- but if you die once, even once, you will never be able to return to the surface. The Sun will see you, and it will fix the laws you’ve thwarted while it was blind to you. Basically: there’s no sun in the Neath, Alexis has gotten murdered a shitton and the only reason they’re still alive and don’t look like a zombie is that the Neath grants inhuman vitality to people there.)