Alexandria DuMonte never went without a thing growing up. She had all of the best clothing, lived in a gigantic home full of valets, maids and cheaufeurs, and ate the finest gourmet meals.... Or at least that was what she was going to tell people.<br/><br/>This was a new life, a new home, and a new start. She'd decided that if she was going to make a new past, it might as well be an interesting one. She had no money, and people would ask why. She was prepared to tell them her parents had been tragically killed and their estate devoured by third parties, corporate hounds, and other fiends, leaving her penniless and alone.<br/><br/>Her mood was particularly dark as she entered her first class, on her first day in her new school, along side her best and only friend, Levi. She was distracted, and not really paying attention to what was around them in any detail. She noted that there were kids already in the room, located the teacher, and was about to approach him with her transfer transcript for his signature, when she became aware of Levi's gaze. Somehow, she always knew when he wanted her attention.<br/><br/>"Huh?" she stammered, "I'm sorry... what?"