Name:

Alera Quintana Kurtz

( Uh - L - Air - Ah )

Age:

27 Years

Gender:

Female

She / Her

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Role / Occupation:

Alera serves a fairly large gang within the city that call themselves the "Imperials"

( a: Relating to an empire )

Apperarance:

Alera has slightly tanned skin and a more petite frame despite her round hips and defined curves.

Her body could be described as more of a pear or larger hourglass shape with narrower shoulders but larger hips and average chest.

She stands approximately 5'5 and Weighs 134 lbs.

She has medium to short length brunette hair that falls just below her shoulders in waves with much lighter brown curls hanging ragged on each side of her face, parted into what appears like curtain bangs.

Her hair gives off a full, soft and an almost intentionally messy look, wether or not that's the case.

Her facial shape could be described as round or oval with soft curves that give her a permanent rosy cheek look and an almost blissful resting face that challenged the personality behind it.
Her eyes are a deep gold with flecks of white and hazel.

She has light freckles going over her cheeks as well as the bridge of her nose and a small, subtle birthmark under her left eye that almost blends into the freckles displayed across her cheek bones and nose.

Shes usually seen wearing fitted V neck shirts and cargo pants that are almost always both in neutral colours, when she isn't dressed up for a night at the club at least.
In that case she's usually wearing a red or black fitting dress with an open back and V neck, the dresses usually reach her lower thighs / just above her knees.

Alera is casually seen wearing gold hoop earrings however it's the only bit of jewelry she accessories herself with aside from the occasional necklace that may or may not have been stolen.

As for the earnings put into her attire, she was never short on cash though she hardly over does her appearance when it comes to makeup or clothing.

the only time she dresses to impress is when a job calls for it.

Personality:

Alera is fairly well mannered as long as she believes you deserve her respect.

She seems very approachable from a distance and she can be however she is also has quite the mouth on her and is very temperamental in times of frustration.

Many people within her circle find this to be humorous because even in life or death situations she is almost creepily care free and reckless, however her emotions often get the best of her.

Alera will flirt with anything that moves if she can get something out of it wether it be information, A free drink or an easy opening to get close to a target.

it may be strictly for business purposes but she doesn't rob herself of a good time every now and again.

Underneath it all it isn't really hard to capture Alera's heart, she has a soft spot for many people who are lucky enough to get close to her for a viriaty of reasons and letting go as well as removing herself from toxic relations can be a struggle for her.

She's a huge thrill seeker and the a laid back life just isn't for her.

She can be overly reckless and at times but it keeps her on her toes which is something she feels she's is in need of.

Despite her sarcasm, temperament and reckless behaviour she's her loyalty and devotion to those she cares for is very genuine, she'd risk her life for many of the "imperials" and once you've earned her respect and loyalty there's a very slim chance she'd betray that relationship.

Relations:

Dante Kurtz ( Father ) - Deceased

Eris Solvetta ( Mother ) - Alive

Cardigan Foster ( Leader of the Imperials )

Superior - Alive

Likes:

Posion / Toxicology

Acting in the heat of the moment / Not having to depend on a schedule

Gambling

Theatre / Acting

Dislikes:

Small talk

Betrayal

Arrogance / Those who like to believe they're above others because of social status

ill Manners

Confined spaces

Fears:

Confined spaces

Being completely at someone else's mercy or under their rule

Goals:

Get herself enough clean cash to eventually flee the city after all her debts are paid and she's no longer has a reason to stay.

His head was ducked, as he ambled on the side walk. It was a nicer neighborhood. The houses were larger and newer, and there was fancy architecture letting everyone know that they could afford the extra luxry. Most of them had pools out in the back with neat fences to keep them up to code. Theodore's messy dark hair had fallen into his face again, so he carefully brushed it out of his sight. His glasses were sliding down his face, because he was sweating slightly from the warmth outdoors. The sun was beating down on him, and it was obvious from his dark ragged clothing that he didn't belong here.

As unprofessional as it was, he stoppd to survey a house. There didn't seem to be anyone home, so the information he got appeared to be accurate, or the family could simply be at work or at school for the day. He decided that what he had seen was worth coming back later. There was plenty of room and acerage between the houses, so he didn't have to worry about someone noticing while he was in front of the house. Later as the sun started to go down, he exited the bar where he hung out when he was beating in time. It was about time for him to head in that direction, otherwise he might miss the house, or not be able to see what he was doing.

A flashlight would be raising a red flag to anyone nearby, so he didn't want to bring that out, unless he was safely inside the house. Trying not to look furtively every direction was making him fight his basic instincts. Finding a place where he could camoflauge a little, he waited a little while to make sure that no one had noticed him. It gave him time to contemplate why he was here in this situation, while he kept his ears perked for any sound of another visitor. He was a failure, and he knew it. How could she not?

He was here, lurking in the greenery. There wasn't much farther he could sink, so he might as well go through with his plan. His momma was already disappointed in him. She had wanted him to be absolutely sure he could handle medical school before he committed himself. Of course he could handle it. He was a healer. There was no way he wouldn’t pass the course, but she hadn’t spelled out the difficulties.

He hadn’t ever considered losing someone, and it would be his fault. She hadn’t mentioned the way they haunted your thoughts for years to come, and maybe never left you. For a moment her disappointed face formed in his mind, and he had to brush the thought away. It was causing him to feel the knot in his belly grow, and it was causing his arms and legs to ice over and shake.

He had waited until nine o’clock before even coming out here, so that dark had fallen, even though it was still a little dusky. He needed light to check out the strengths and weaknesses. The crass crackled underneath him, as he adjusted his weight. The slight perfume of flowers was evident, and made him want to sneeze, but he resisted even though no one else should be around. The longer he sat in the bushes near the house, the more guilty he would look if he were discovered in this position. Was he ready to cross this blaring line?

In his heart, he knew that his momma would always love him and forgive him, but this was a line he might not want to cross. He reminded himself that he had gone on his own for a reason. He didn’t want her to have to have his name associated with her anymore. Okay, he braced himself. Go. Now. Before you change your mind. His thoughts egging on his motions. Reaching his hands up to the straps, he made sure that he kept a tight hold, as he began to scurry around looking for an easy way in. He had heard in town that this place was going to be empty, while the rich family were away. He was sure there was something in there, he could sell for food. He needed it badly.

He tried to keep a continuous smooth movement, feeling way too nervous and jerky stopping and starting all of the time. However, he wanted to stop anytime he heard a snap, crackle, or pop, to make sure it was a false alarm. The house was large sprawling elegant and a pristine white that shone in the moonlight. He hadn't thought too well on wearing darker clothing, because he was standing out like a silhouette in stark contrast. Suddenly, it was obvious that a whole group was coming.

Glancing around, he thought it was unlikely that they would check behind the air condition. Darting over, he sank to his knees. Shakily, he sucked in a fearful breath, barely restraining from screaming, as he squatted in a spider web, which he didn't notice until his face was in the stickiness. His legs and arms were covered with his clothing, so he couldn't feel it there. His backpack was wide enough to wedge into place, and he noticed a rather large spider not too far from his sightline. Even if they weren't looking at some point, he wouldn't be able to sneak away, because he would be rather loud and slow, as he got himself free.

He did his best to maintain his calm, while he waited to see what would happen next. He was thankful, they hadn't caught him, while he was inside the house. He closed his eyes tight, trying to block out the spider, and focused on using his other senses to figure out what they were doing. Instinctively, he sent up prayers, that they wouldn't notice him at all. While he thought deep breaths would be more calming, he didn't want to inhale spider, or the web, or be louder than he had to be, so he kept them shallow.

Alera

•

The city lamps illuminated the empty street, serving as the only light source in the area, most of the city folk had already turned their lights out and fallen asleep, naive enough to believe the locks on their doors and greatly overpriced security systems would keep unwanted company at bay, most of them were sadly mistaken. All things taken into consideration, as long as things stayed on the down low hopefully they wouldn't have any casualties for once.

Though it was unlikely, that she was sure of.

"Relax! they're not going to be home for another few days at least. You worry too much." Emmet grumbled, visibly bored as he casually tugged at his sleeves.

"Worrying works, worrying always works! eighty percent of the things i worry about never happen." Malakai protested as they strode through the modern looking neighborhood, much nicer than the one they'd drove out from.

They'd parked the vehicle a block or two down due to the volume, it was Emmet's brand new Sedan that he insisted they drove out here in, he'd never been known for his subtly. Cardigan pushed ahead of the three, irritation practically radiating off him as they continued toward the large building. She couldn't really blame him though, the two were constantly bickering, it was considered a rare occasion if the two managed to agree on the day of the week.

It was like watching a Faux argue for their rights.

Some Faux were wealthy beyond what you could imagine, others were on the streets with little to no means to survive on. It was all dependent on those around them, the humans. Wether or not they'd offer up a job to a Faux, and most wouldn't unless it were necessary, wether it be out of spite or fear. Alera had been born into this life, one where she was hated and ridiculed. She was a Faux, a Synthetic to exact, but she'd learned that being a Faux was something she was better off keeping to herself. She never embraced that part of herself, never used her Faux abilities, nor would she. She'd attempted to, once, at a young age of course and even considered it a gift. Someone got wind of it and her family had suffered the consequences, leaving her orphaned. That was the first and last time she'd ever considered such thing to be a gift.

The four approached the house and split up, scoping out the area and looking for the easiest entry point. The house was gorgeous, something she'd only expected to see in children's story books. Polished and elegant compared to the buildings back home, which gave off a much less modern look. She took the left side of the house, taking a good look around for any security systems or alarms that her co worker may have missed when inspecting the house a few days back.

Thankfully everything seemed to be in place and left unchanged which meant the only security systems she had to worry about were inside the building and at the front gate which they'd already cleared. Alera slipped on a pair of gloves and pushed on the side window, which didn't budge. She quickly moved onto the side door, pulling out a small lock picker and it took minutes before she'd successfully made it inside.

She was just just about to step inside when she caught sight of movement and heard brief shuffling.

It had almost become instinct at this point, to pick up on every small sound or movement in her surroundings, she'd become pretty damn good at it too. As much as she figured it was only an animal, but you can never be too cautious. Slowly, she moved toward the source of the noise and it didn't take long to realize it was no animal. Her lips tugged up into a small grin as she got closer and glanced down at the figure.

It was too dark to see much of anything especially with them crouched behind the air conditioning box, interesting choice of cover but hey, it almost worked out them.

"It's awfully dirty down there, no?"

She quirked an eye brow and nearly laughed until a dim light cast upon the mans features and she froze.

What the hell?

Not even two weeks ago Alera had hit it off with a stranger not too much older than her at a downtown bar. She never let these things get anywhere but the harmless flirting had always been a good distraction and better yet, pass time.
Though surprisingly she'd been quite taken by him and damn near handed out her number when he'd asked against her better judgment. Thankfully she'd come to her senses and brushed him off with no more than a flirtatious grin and fake number for his own sake.

So what the hell was he doing crouched behind the house she'd been about to break into?

She doubted he were about to rob the place despite it really the only reasonable explanation. He could have needed the money for whatever reason, she wasn't in a place to judge yet that was something she honestly hoped she'd been mistaken about.

"Alera move it! we don't have much time."

Cardigan urged from around the corner.

"On it." She replied, still openly gaping at the man in front of her before finally coming to her senses.

"What are you doing here??" She snapped in a hushed whisper.

Theodore

His eyes were closed, and he jerked, his eyes snapping open at the voice. Why couldn't he have been faster? For a few moments he blinked blankly. She seemed familiar, but out of context, he wasn't sure how he knew her. "Oh..Hey Sweetheart," he flashed her a grin, his teeth white against the shadows, "Yeah, dirt is the least of my worries. I'm already covered, which you might not be able to see from there, since this was supposed to be a hiding spot. Currently, I'm trying to ignore the spiders right now. It's why my eyes were closed," he grimaced, wondering if he should go ahead and come out.

It didn't appear like anyone else had noticed him yet. He remembered trying to impress her, and he had to wince at what a creep it made him look like, "I know it's not convincing, but I promise, I'm not stalking you. Mind not gaping so openly, and continuing what you were doing. I uh...would prefer not to be noticed by your companions, so if you don't mention me, I won't mention you." It wasn't a threat. He just didn't want to be caught.

His eyes widened, "Hey. Ohhhhhhh. It's you. Sorry I didn't recognize you at first." He wondered if it would have been better that he had kept those thoughts to himself. "I'm hoping that I'll heal from possible spider bites. Obviously, since I'm here, I don't have the money for hospital bills, or are you doing something else besides what I'm doing?" He remembered being super awkward around the girl, babbling randomly, as she was pretty. It hadn't helped that he had been drinking, and was at least tipsy.

He was wearing the same dark clothes and hot leather jacket that he had been wearing the night they had first met. His dark shirt underneath his jacket, was sticking to his skin soaked through with sweat. She had been a nice distraction, and he had even gotten up the courage to ask for her number. He wasn't sure what to do with it once he had it. Unforunately, he had lost it somewhere while he had ambled along, so he never knew that he had had a fake number. "Oh yeah. I never called. I kinda lost it. I should have had you put it into my phone," he shrugged apologetically, wondering why he was mentioning it at such a bad time.

"Do you think I should just leave? Obviously, this hiding place isn't working out," his voice was cut off, as someone yelled for her. Right. Her name was Alera. "Alera," he whispered softly. He froze again, as someone was coming around the area, and not being very quiet about it. When he didn't make an appearance, he responded to her hissing at him, seeing that she wasn't taking no comment as an answer. "I was kinda looking for something to keep me going, but it looks like y'all actually know what you are doing, so I think I'll just beat it, unless you don't mind? This is far and beyond my meager skills. Not that I have any, or knowledge. I'm not sure what I was doing, unless you think I'll have time to take a little something once y'all are done. I'm not picky."

He waited a moment, hoping that no one else came around this way. "Now really? Haven't you ever seen someone hide before. Try not to be drawing an arrow directly at me for all eyes to follow," his voice was on the verge of pleading, but still had enough positive energy left for him to be joking around. "Don't you think you should be moving along? Have anything better to do?" He snapped his mouth shut, realizing he was being way too chatty for a man in his position, and it was wrong to antagonize her.

If he had more leg room, he would be twitching and swaying badly, however, he wanted to avoid all the debris. It hadn't taken him long to begin to raise to his feet, wanting to get out off the property before anyone else noticed him. His legs were tingling, and he gave them a moment so that they could fully wake up, still partially in good cover. Next moment, he heard gunfire, and he wanted to ease further into the dirt, darkness, and he didn't care about the spiders anymore. While he was still crouching, he peered over the top. Subsequently, he slowly fell to his butt again. It would be more comfortable in the long run, but he wouldn't be able to get up fast and dart away.

"What's going on?" he mouthed not making a sound. Before he knew it, she was occupied, and he only had an aircondition unit to stop any bullets. He didn't even have a weapon, so that he could return fire. He was stuck there. He reminded himself, that as long as nothing super vital was hit, he would be a great help afterwards. For at least a few people, he could heal their injuries, and make sure one more person survived a typical work day. His body froze. How could he even think that? He had never been quick enough.

Commonly, they lost enough blood to die, and he wasn't able to help them. He began to try to breath deeply like the pulmonary specialist had suggested, trying to calm himself. He had only lost a few patients, but it had been at the beginning of his career, and he had found that being powerless was devestating, and there was only so much anyone could do. He had always known he would be persecuted, but he had still wanted to help people. He used to consider his ablities a gift, now he accepted it as part of himself. It was no more and no less. There would always be someone who liked it and always someone who wanted it, and someone who hated it. It had made healing easy, but he had to keep hidden from those who were willing to pesercute him if they so desired. Let's see how well it worked from last time.

Alera watched as the he jumped, turning toward her in shock that quickly turned into a sly grin.

"Oh..Hey sweetheart."

She raised her eye brows, placing a hand on the grip of the firearm strapped in the waistband of her jeans. What was he playing at? She figured now would be a pretty good time to demand some form of an explanation from him, that was when he began to talk. And talk, and talk..and talk. He was clearly nervous, which didn't surprise her though she still didn't get why he had come here in the first place. She knew he hadn't followed her, or couldn't have followed her because he'd appeared to have gotten there before the imperials had.

"I know it's not convincing, but I promise, I'm not stalking you. Mind not gaping so openly, and continuing what you were doing. I uh...would prefer not to be noticed by your companions, so if you don't mention me, I won't mention you."

Alera held his gaze for a moment before leaning against the side of the house, looking out into the city streets.

"So, if you're not stalking me, what exactly are you doing out here? not that i expected you were of course, you uh, where here before me."

He looked a little closer at her and something seemed to click as he recognized her.

"Spider..bite? and i couldn't tell you, seeing as i have no idea what you're doing here. Though please, enlighten me."

She continued.

"Oh yeah. I never called. I kinda lost it. I should have had you put it into my phone,"

At that, she laughed, she couldn't help it, but it saved her from having to explain that she'd never really given him her number so things were working in her favour tonight.

"I really don't think that's relevant here- do you?"

She questioned, raising an eyebrow before glancing around to make sure they were still in the clear.

"Do you think I should just leave? Obviously, this hiding place isn't working out"

"You think? and yes you should-"

"I was kinda looking for something to keep me going, but it looks like y'all actually know what you are doing, so I think I'll just beat it, unless you don't mind? This is far and beyond my meager skills. Not that I have any, or knowledge. I'm not sure what I was doing, unless you think I'll have time to take a little something once y'all are done. I'm not picky. Don't you think you should be moving along? Have anything better to do?"

She openly stared at him for half a second before calling out.

"I'll stand watch!-" before turning back toward him and lowering her voice.

"Listen, i don't know what the hell you think you're doing here trying to break into a place like this with little to no experience, but you need to leave, if two out of three of those men in there were to have found you, you'd already be dead by now.

you couldn't have thought you'd be the only their showing up to a job like this, so take this and go, now."

Alera dug through her purse and handed him a couple hundred before turning to leave. Gunfire rang out and her hand immediately went to the grip of her pistol as she crouched down and looked toward the commotion. They had company. Four men approached, not looking too much older than they were, early thirties or so. One lifted his hands in her direction and she immediately braced herself. Faux. She felt her heartbeat slow and eyelids begging to grow heavy, armed hanging limply by her sides as the pistol fell to the ground. Her skin began to turn an unusual white as she collapsed to her knees, desperately struggling for air.

A Physique.

Cardigan came into her line of sight, raising his pistol and pulling the trigger as the Faux staggered backward, cradling what was left of his right hand and beginning to weep helplessly. Alera felt as the colour returned to her skin and her heart rate increased, feeling immediate relief for all of a moment before a gunshot rang out and a sharp pain formed in her abdomen as blood began to seep through her fitted V neck t shirt. The impact left her in shock momentarily as she stood there, slowly glancing down at the wound and coughing. The floor began to spin but she tried to get ahold of herself, cursing as she applied pressure to the open bullet wound. Alera stumbled to the corner of the house where she was able to take cover on the other side, arming herself once more and sitting with ty her back up against the wall. She struggled through a series of gasping breaths and shaking before glancing down to examine the wound. It was hard to see much in the harsh night but she was able to make out the crimson blood that had soaked through the white T shirt.

"Talk to me Kurtz!" Emmet shouted, followed by gunfire.

The smart idea would have been to call back, let him know she was alright, but she didn't want to give her location away to whoever had just shot her nor did she really have enough energy to respond right then and there.

Theodore

"Riiight," he realized that it hadn't made sense, that he was here first, if he was stalking her. "I'm not sure if I'll really be able to leave. There might be more chance of someone catching me if I am moving than if I stay hidden," he stated his reasoning. He was curious about her laughing, but didn't feel pressured under these circumstances. He grimaced at her warning, knowing that she would know best. He shrugged, "I'm not a regular burglar. I'm not really familiar with what's...normal in this line of business."

His eyes widened, as she gave him money, but she left to handle things before he could thank her. This might be better than whatever he found, because he would still have to turn whatever he took into money by selling it before he could use it. "Thanks," he began to prepare himself to leave. It confused him that she cared in the least little bit, but it definitely made him much more willing to leave. Even though he was probably holding dirty cash, he hadn't done anything wrong to get it.

His eyes widened as Alera began to deteriorate, before he realized that there was a Physique at work. He didn't think that his healing abilities would be able to counteract whatever was going on with her. He realized that the only thing he could do is keep the cells that were lacking oxygen alive and healthy. He waited until it was more critical, as he didn't want to waste his energy. When Theodore heard someone weeping, he desperately wanted to help them. It was one of his own kind, but he felt the most loyalty towards Alera because of her kindness, so if anyone was going to get treatment first it would be her.

At the same time he realized that the other Faux would be less likely to persecute him for helping. He didn't know what Alera's response would be to learning that he was a Faux. Why had he tried to flirt with her again? If he had actually gotten attached, and she was a Faux hunter, it would have shattered him further. He heard another gunshot, but didn't hear anyone's scream in pain. He tried to look for her, but was severely handicapped by his hiding place. He began to rise to his feet, while crouching, as he exited his hiding spot, wanting to get a better view.

He stopped short, as he noticed Alera, bleeding out, and began to crawl towards her. His hands were dirty, and he realized that if he needed to do any operation, it would be so unsanitary any doctor would think he was crazy. "Hey, besides being in pain, how are you feeling?" he crouched near her, "Luckily, you've already paid the price for getting medical treatment," he tried to grin to stay upbeat. “I have some training in the medical field." No sense in giving his life's story at this point in time.

"Can I look at the wound and do my best to treat it?" he asked. He wondered if he should call for her friends, but he didn't think they would take too kindly to him, and he didn't know if they would actually let him treat her. At least while he was working on her, she’d be a bit too distracted if he had to use his powers to try to kill him. He pulled out a multi-tooled pocket knife he had in his backpack, and used the scissor to cut away the fabric from the wound, forgetting to ask her permission for that little detail. There was a lot of blood seeping out, and it was tempting for him to begin healing willy nilly without a plan.

It was a dangerous place. If it hit any major organs, her chances of survival went down, even with his help. He needed more healers. He closed his eyes trying to regain his focus, and find another way, as he felt his hands beginning to shake. How was he supposed to get it out without anesthetic? How was he supposed to keep her alive and healthy, when this place was crawling with germs and dirt? However, he should be able to heal her, because he was a Faux. Gently, moving her, he looked around behind to see if the bullet had made an exit.

"I'm going to try to fix you up the best I can," he tried to maintain a friendly, encouraging tone that he had worked on perfecting during his time in the medical field. "Will you let me do whatever needs to be done?" Either way, he was at least going to bandage her with or without her permission. That much any normal person would do. He wondered if he should run inside and get supplies such as a first aid kit, something to santize with, and a long probing tool to get out the bullet. How long could she last without him doing surgery? Was it really needed?

"I don't think I can move you from here, if something needs to be done, but it would be good to have you at the place of surgery where you want to be while you recover." He could heal the skin so she didn't bleed out, bandage her and hope she didn't bleed out too much, or he could heal her fully. That would take time, and they could be discovered again at any moment. He would also become drained, and he wasn't a fan of being incapacitated, since no one but Alera seemed to look upon him favorably in the slightest.

How much did she need to be healed supernaturally before he could let nature take care of her? "During my healing you, you might learn some things about me, that you don't like, or you could be neutral okay about it. I'm not sure. I could just bandage you and leave you," he had his palms facing her, showing that he was unarmed and unwilling to hurt her. "Yeah, just tell me what you want me to do," he finally told her, figuring that was the more simple thing to say. "I suppose I could give you my ideas for treatment plans."