Welcome to Character Witness, where we let our poor antagonized characters take center stage, and the authors have nothing to say.
Who are you?
Hey, I’m Cassandra and I’m THE best friend.
Tell us about your author (and include links to where we can find them):
Alexis loves to delve into the what-ifs of monsters and forbidden pets, interpersonal dramatics and self-reliance, as well as secret worlds in her dark fantasy and horror themes. She is the co-author of Things Magical Under The Moon, a collection of grim tales, and When Her World Went Away, an apocalyptic horror novel. You can find her on social media under the handle @alexisxstetic or on her website www.bloodbloomspress.com
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What books are you in?
When Her World Went Away
What are you doing on a Friday night?
If Sairha isn’t working, I’m dragging her out to find delicious men in suits at some bar or club. I absolutely love dancing, especially with the help of some tequila.
It’s Tuesday night, and your friends/allies/enemy-to-lover have dragged you to your world’s version of a karaoke bar. What do you sing?
Oh, definitely some Doja Cat. Paint The Town Red is my go-to.
How did you get your scar?
As cool as I wish it was, like running from a Marrow Eater, or fighting a werewolf… This one here, on my elbow? I totally walked into the side of a door and tore my skin on the hinge. Luckily, Sairha is a nurse and she patched me up. She says scars are cool, but I think they’re stupid.
What was your best worst decision?
That’s easy. The night I decided to drink five Adios MFs in a row, no water, at the hottest nightclub, and ended up in the bathroom drunker than a tourist. It was there I met Sairha, my best friend, and she helped me sober up. We’ve been inseparable since! Despite her rigid hospital shifts and introvert tendencies.
What is your fondest childhood memory?
Probably the one time my yuppy parents decided to take me along with them on an overseas trip, instead of leaving me home with the nanny. They let me eat all the pastries I could, and my mom took me shopping. Hmm… I’ll probably never see them again.
If we were to ask your closest friend what your catchphrase is, what would they say?
Oh… Probably something like, “Excuse you“, and some over exaggeration of my attitude and hands waving in the air.
Every character has a ghost, something that haunts them. What is yours?
The last guy I hooked up with, Gregory… He was with me when the explosion happened… He didn’t… he didn’t look right… He wasn’t acting right… He saved my life, though, so I’ve kept his last moments secret.
Tell me about your guilty pleasure or sinful habit:
I’m sure some people would say it’s my inability to settle on just one partner… But, honestly, it’s lounging around in my underwear and a flowy top, watching terrible, wholesome telenovela whole devouring a bunch of milk chocolate truffles.
What is your chicken soup for the soul?
I actually really enjoy dancing… even sober. It loosens sore muscles, frees your spirit from stress, and grounds you. I can dance to any music because it’s what my soul craves most, movement and freedom.
If you have a formal education, what did you study, and how are you applying the knowledge daily? If you have a vocation or trade, what is it, and how did you come into it?
Hahahahaha. Gag, my parents tried to get me to go to fancy business schools, to become financial consultants like them. Nah, I enjoy the finer things in life. Good drinks, good music, and laughing. And I think the group really needs that, too many of them are depressed from this whole ‘end of the world’ explosion and monsters chasing us bits. I use my talents to keep things light hearted.
If you could save one thing from your burning house, what would it be?
Before I went on this journey across the desert with Sairha, we put all my photos into some photo albums for safe keeping. I would have taken those, if they weren’t so heavy… I think about them sometimes, even if they were only filled with photos of me and random friends that have come and gone. Those photos were documentation that I lived a fun life before all this mess, right?
Name your irrational fear:
Tarantulas! In my shoes! In my hair! Laying eggs behind my eyes!
And since we all love an apple crate, here’s yours. Air out your grievances, declare a statement to the world!
Thank you. *Deep breath in* MEN ARE THE WOOOOOOOOOOORST! WEREWOLF MEN ESPECIALLY!
Anything you’d like your maker to know?
Yeah, hey! Give me some more depth once in a while! I’m sure I could have a meaningful conversation if you put me in the right scene once in a while, dammit!
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