[hider=Alexandria Kinsley]
Name: Alexandria (Lexi) Jane Kinsley
Appearance: [img]http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/fairy-tail-oc-rpc/images/8/80/Anime-Girl-With-White-Hair-And-Red-Eyes-Photos-540x337.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20151018015043[/img]
Considering the fact that Lexi barely reaches 4'2” and that she weighs a measly 60 lbs, it's relatively clear that she's not going to be able to throw her weight around effectively in any kind of combat situation.  It's also quite clear from her lack of any sort of defined musculature that she's certainly not going to have any kind of natural power to anything she tries to do to hurt someone.

Afflicted with albinism, Lexi's appearance can be quite... disconcerting at first, what with her bright red eyes, ghostly pale skin, and her snow white, shoulder-length hair.  She usually leaves her hair down, as she just can't really be bothered to do more than just run a brush/comb through it when she gets up.  Lexi’s typical attire consists of denim jeans or shorts and regular t-shirts without graphics, as she finds them to be rather irritating on her skin.  Additionally, she typically just wears regular sneakers.
Age: 14
Sex: Female
Power: Telekinesis - Currently at the ability to move small objects (i.e. less than 50 lbs tops) in linear paths, or poke someone kind of hard.
Short bio: Lexi was born on February 29th as the youngest of four to the locally-renowned Kinsley family.  Despite the fact that her family was quite well-off, growing up was rather difficult for Lexi.  This difficulty was essentially due to the fact that Lexi always felt like the black sheep of the family due to the fact that her siblings were triplets born a whole six years ahead of her and the fact that she was freakishly intelligent, which became apparent very early on in her childhood because she and her siblings were home-schooled, allowing her to graduate at the tender age of twelve.

The feeling of isolation she felt was only compounded by the fact that Lexi has synesthesia, or confusion of the senses, which is a condition in which certain stimuli can trigger other senses, like a musical note corresponding to a specific color.  Even though she knows it’s not normal, she’s rather grateful for the condition, as the sensations are virtually always pleasant and helpful in her music and art.

As Lexi grew up, she became better able to accept the fact that she was different than her family.  She was even able to accept it as more or less a part of herself when her powers manifested the year before when she was trying to reach something on the counter and it just moved into her hand, practicing with them occasionally since.  

Unfortunately, the confidence that she had developed in her identity was shaken a bit when she began taking classes at the community college, as most of the other students weren’t too thrilled to know that a middle-schooler was taking the same classes that they were and excelling with no difficulty.  Because of this, they had a tendency to be rude and hurtful to the young girl every time she tried to socialize with them, the end result being a decreased willingness to take the initiative to try and get to know others.

[hider=Sample]Though it was only six in the morning on a Saturday, Lexi was wide awake at the easel in the basement of her house, which just so happened to be her room as well.  Incidentally, it had been her choice to move into the basement, which had been used primarily as a playroom when she and her siblings were younger, as it offered more room and solitude than her previous room had.  It was also just an all-around better arrangement, as it meant that her three older brothers could each have their own room instead of being divided among two as they had been.  That had ultimately been the argument that won her parents over to the idea.  She had even been able to convince them to let her sell all of the old toys that had been collecting dust to raise up some of the money to redecorate the two rooms.

Tom, the brother that had gotten her old room, had decorated it in the same vein as her other two brothers’ rooms were, though with a greater emphasis on sports paraphernalia and the color green.  Lexi had chosen to have the walls painted purple with pink flower and heart decals dispersed periodically, emphasized by the fluffy pink carpet that was currently peeking between her toes.  The furniture, having been touched up with a fresh coat of paint upon being moved into her new room, tied things together nicely, being primarily white in color with pink and/or purple accents.  

Currently, Lexi was painting a new landscape based on a photo of their family vacation the year before as a way of practicing strokes, shading, and other painting techniques.  Classical music played softly on her laptop across the room, helping her to focus on the task at hand while enjoying the gentle swirls of color and the sensations that rippled across her skin that, at least to her senses, accompanied the melody.  Interestingly enough, the colors and touches that Lexi experienced when listening to music didn’t actually make it any harder for her to paint, though she wouldn’t be able to explain why for the life of her.  The way she processed things had become something upon which Lexi tried not to dwell too much.

When the piece of music playing on her laptop at the time ended, Lexi decided that would be a good time to take a break, setting her palette and brush aside as she stood and stretched.  Confident that she was alone, and that she would be undisturbed for several more hours, Lexi extended her hand towards the mug of hot tea on the stand near the easel and focused.  As the cup lifted into the air and shakily made its way toward her, Lexi allowed herself to smile at the progress she had made with her… ability.  

Needless to say, it had terrified her when it first manifested, but she had since grown to enjoy it and made liberal use of it, at least in private.  There was no telling what would happen to her if anyone found out about it, and she wasn’t really willing to take that risk by using it in public.  She’d probably end up in a government lab somewhere where she’d be dissected and studied.  Shuddering at the thought of being near any kind of sharp medical instrument, Lexi took a sip of her tea, enjoying the warmth that radiated from her tummy.

Allowing the mug to drift back to the stand it had come from, Lexi sat back down at her easel and got back to painting, her tongue sticking out slightly as she compared what she had made thus far with the photograph clipped to the top of the canvas, making a few minor adjustments here and there to make the two match up better as she went, and occasionally humming along with the music that was still playing on her laptop.[/hider][/hider]