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Alexandra Grace Harper
FACE CLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin

♦ THE BASICS ♦

AGE: 23
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
POSITION: College Student (still attending BA)

♦ THE ABILITY ♦

POWER: Cyberlingualism
Technological communication, the ability to communicate telepathically with devices such as computers, tablets, cellphones, laptops and music devices. This ability also includes hacking into cyber systems to restore and compromise information and break computer codes. This ability allows one to fix glitches and viruses by way of this communication, but can't very well control every bit of the technology just by wit.

LIMITATIONS:
Alex can’t communicate with purely mechanical devices that possess no electronic components. She can only use her ability in close proximity to the device. The ability can be nullified by electrokinesis or any electronic manipulation. She would be rendered completely useless away from modern society and is limited by the advances of technology wherever she is. Alex's ability though not entirely strenuous can become exactly that if she uses it at length. Just as most human's eyes tire after staring at a computer screen all day, this is the same sort of concept with. She can only use it in short spurts, at the longest she can understand the technology for about an hour without stopping and within twenty-four hours, it's best if she keeps it at four hours throughout the day. This is in constant use, if there are only spurts of 15 or so minutes, she can typically go on and off for a fair amount of time until it equates to four hours.

SIDE-EFFECTS:
Alex is an over thinker, her mind moves quickly and therefore she is often caught spacing out. With that said, she doesn’t always think before she speaks. She’s emotionally distant due to a closer relation to electronics than humans and sometimes struggles with genuine emotional connection, although during schooling she's been working on it diligently. Alex is heavily paranoid because of the way she can communicate with electronics. It makes her feel as though she's slightly schizophrenic because no one else can understand what she does. She also struggles with proper English grammar and spelling, although she does talk fine without any speech impediments.

♦ THE FREEFORM ♦

I just need some time, I'm tryna think straight
I just need a moment in my own space
Ask me how I'm doin', I'll say "okay, " yeah
But ain't that what we all say?

To be a decent person, people expect a lot from you. Honesty, compassion, and genuine kindness. But isn’t it all just a sham? In order for someone to be kind, they lie. In order for someone to show some compassion, they bury their opinions and they lie. I think our biggest problem with this world is that no one wants to accept that lying is the only way you’re deemed a decent human being.

I can’t tell you how often someone has gotten mad at me for being straightforward and to the point. They tell me that brashness and honesty aren’t the same, but meanwhile everyone else is blowing smoke up their ass while I tell them what’s really going on. And somehow I’m the bad person? Don’t get me wrong, I’m positively swell at lying, something I hold over Sam’s head any chance I get. But I grew up in a house full of lies which is basically the whole prelude to my rant.

Sometimes I think back to the old days
In the pointless conversations with the old me
Yeah, back when my momma used to hold me
I wish somebody woulda told me

My parents are the type of people who throw dinner parties, dress nice, wear expensive jewelry and watches and have a reputation to uphold. You’d think with such a reputation they would be good people, right? Compassionate and kind? They’re the biggest liars of them all. When Sam manifested (motherfucker was first) he ratted me out shortly after we turned fourteen. There was this video game coming out and I skipped school to go get it. I guess he typically covered for me, but the then he didn’t and came up to tell me that he was being taken away. I always figured the aliens would come to collect him.

But then they came for me too.

It took about a week before they showed up and I figured out what the hell was wrong with me; hearing voices coming from my gaming system (and not while the game was actually playing), knowing exactly what was wrong and how to fix it when my phone glitched. It was like I had this whole other language that had magically appeared overnight and I was just now beginning to understand it. By that point Sam had been there long enough to lose his damn mind, we never really did well apart.

We'd lost our parents, our home and our former lives. And we were stuck together. There wasn't much else to it.

I thought the world was so small, through my closed eyes
I've always tried to control things
In the end that's what controls me
Maybe that's why I'm controlling'

It’s funny though, the way technology works nowadays. You can tell your devices what you want them to do and they do it. They even sometimes make a witty remark. But I know what Alexa really thinks of you. I know what porn your laptop prefers and your cellphone’s favorite ringtone. More or less, I’m a tech freak. I can talk to electronic devices, clean out viruses, fix glitches, but I also can cause them. I can program devices, hack them and take them to dinner. It’s sort of a weird ability, I know. But it gives me this form of control that I need.

I don’t interact with humans very much. Only Sam, but like I said before, I’ve always thought he was an alien. It was good though because he couldn’t quite interact with anyone either for different reasons. He relied on me to keep him away from despicable liars and bullies while I relied on him for about everything else. I’ll never tell him that though.

The older I get, I feel like I'm always tryna save time
Talkin' to the voices in my head, they make me think twice
Tellin' me it doesn't mean it's wrong because it feels right
I'm scared that one day I wake up and wonder where the time go
Talk about the past like it's the present while I rock slow

My ability is complicated to control. I hear voices a lot more than I should with everyone’s devices always out and people having multiples on them at a time. But I’ve managed to hone in on my tech skills, I’m even part of the tech support for classes when the desktops act up. I still don’t really know how to talk to people without sounding harsh, which I think is why I’ve only got Sam. He’s more likable than I am, except I don’t really like him that much.

I still don’t talk to my parents, nor do I wish to. I’m studying computer science (surprised right?) and I figured it was a good idea to just stay put in Oregon, see what’s out here. I worry that Sam’s going to move away though and I don’t know what I would do then. I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, right?

♦ THE PLAYER ♦

USERNAME: Trix
AGE GROUP: 22
EXPERIENCE: Not long enough
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mel did it