Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler Name: Alex Mitchell Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Age: 17(turning 18) Personality: Reserved, well-mannered, short-spoken, charming. Short bio: Alex' family was in grave need of a boy when she was born, and instead of trying their luck again, they raised Alex as a boy and forced her to acknowledge that she was indeed a male. She's been putting up that show for her whole life and now when her engagement to a maiden from another rich family is closing in on her, she starts getting anxious and the mask is hard to keep up. ((Character in spoiler)) Alex was just hoping that for once, she'd be able to tell someone. Out of anyone, the one who should know would be here fiancée, right? She was nervous and had no idea who she was going to get engaged to when that time came. In a few weeks, her birthday, her 18th birthday, were due, and she would be engaged to some girl at the party, of her own choice. As long as she was rich and pretty, any girl was fine. Alex just wanted to be able to be normal, but she was by no means anything like that. She had been raised as a boy and taught that no one could know the truth. But she was worried for her wedding night. What would she do? What would she say? Could she really hide that? Obviously her bride would want a wedding night, a night where they shared bed and did what newlyweds and couples obviously did. And it wasn't as if Alex had anything against girls (quite frankly, she liked girls just a tad better than boys) but her feelings wouldn't be mutual with her bride's. She knew that this bride would never sleep with her. Because they were women. And women just couldn't sleep together. At the party night, she was calm, collected and charming as always, but her head was somewhere else. Worried, in a sort of loop of nervousness. Who would want to become her bride? Who would she fall for at this night? She was dressed in a cream white suit that made her dark hair stand out and fit with her pale skin. Her dark red, gleaming eyes searched the room. There were so many beautiful women. So many girls that would possibly take Alex' heart. So many girls that would get their own heart broken with her lies. She could do nothing but feel hatred towards her family. They dragged her into this, and it was too late to do anything about now. She had always been lead along and before she knew, she'd been trapped. She just wanted love. Love from someone who knew the true Alex. Not the shining and smiling shell of the Mitchell family's son, Alexander.