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Post by Alex Smith on Nov 24, 2007 1:09:41 GMT -5
&&Out of tune this tale of terror;;
your name or alias;; Tristian age;; optional RP experience;;Lots.... lmao
&&The solemn tolling of the funeral bells;;
character's full name;;
Alex Adam Smith nicknames;;
that's for you to make up. age;;
seventeen gender;;
male birthday;;
October 21 ethnicity;;
White Caucasian parents;;
mother;; Michelle Jones father;; Adam Smith (deceased) aunt/legal guardian;; Stephenie Jones siblings;;
Only Child height//weight;;
about 5'7 and 120 pounds piercings, tattoos, scars;;
He has snake bites on his lips and a scar on the back of his leg/calf from jumping off of a swing when he was little and breaking his leg. overall appearance;;
He's not totally bad looking but he's not the best looking on the block.He's got dark hair - some would call it black - that goes just below my eyes. It’s pretty straight and surprisingly it's naturally straight, though some may think otherwise. His eyes. His eyes are Alex's favorite thing about himself, they are an icy-blue, and he try to wear clothes that compliment them.His hair also tends to make them stand out a bit more. And no, they are not colored contacts they are one hundred percent natural, though he wears contacts, which makes them five times better. He also has snake bites on his bottom lip. Which three-forths of the time they are in, but there are few occasions where he leaves them out.
He has really big blue eyes, that always look very curious yet cautious at the same time. When Alex was thirteen, his vision began getting a bit blurry. He had trouble seeing far away, and after a trip to the eye doctor, it was confirmed that the boy needed glasses. He wore them religiously for about a year or two, before he finally switched to contacts. He still has a pair of glasses at home, as most people with vision problems do. He wears them on occasion, but normally sticks to his contacts.
Onto his clothes. You won’t catch him in Hollister clothes, or any other fancy schmancy clothing like that. He prefer jeans, some with holes in them from me wearing them too much or just getting bored in class, and t-shirts and hoodies. His t-shirts are normally either plain ones, most of the time dark colored but not all of the time, or they have little sayings or band names on them. He basically throw on whatever he feels like wearing that day, as long as it matches.
His body is very slender. He is thin but not the thinnest kid on the block. When it comes to his shape, it is masculine and in no way does he look like a girl. His smile is his least favorite thing about him and although he will smile occasionally he normally doesn't show teeth, just the light smile. picture;; Alex Evans
clique;;
Emo//Scene//Indie
likes;;
+ Photography
Alex first became involved in photography when he started high school. He doesn't exactly remember what triggered the interest... kind of just seemed like something fun to do as well as give him something to do. It's not something he would begin to do professionally or pursue a career in or anything, but it is a nice hobby.
+ Music
Of course, Alex adores music. Hell, what musician doesn't? His father greatly inspired to become involved in the music industry, but unfortunately, died before he got the chance to get as far as he would've hoped. Ever since Adam's tragic death, Alex has had a secret desire to continue down the same career path his father did: music.
+ Lightening/thunderstorms
While a lot of people tend to hate the rain for it usually ends up ruining outdoor plans, Alex loves it, especially when it storms. Thunder and lightening are so intriguing sometimes.
+ Chicago, Illinois
Most people despise their hometown, however, Alex absolutely adores his. He finds the city of Chicago to be extremely beautiful and a great place to be in, and was very, very unhappy to be forced to leave. He does hope to return there one day, though, once he gets enough money together.
+ Sunrise/sunset
Alex, being the lazy kind of person he is, much prefers sunset to sunrise. However, he finds both to be a very beautiful sight to witness, especially over the Chicago skyline or Lake Michigan.
dislikes;;
-Sluts-
He finds them way to easy and a waste of his time. If they weren't so interested in getting what they wanted and risking everything to get it. He'd be fine with them, this doesn't mean he's not going to talk to them though.
-Cigarettes-
Alex's only down fall for wanting to be a party animal is the fact that a lot of smoking goes on. He hates the smell of smoke and always had.
-Silence-
Though it is alright on occasion, Alex isn't to fond of silence. It is one reason for his constant urge to be loud and obnoxious. Silence is definitely something Alex could live without.
-Long Make-out Sessions-
Alex can admit, if someone's there and willing he'd be up for it, within reason. But when all you do is sit there and make-out, without taking it to the next step or going for a breather, he could live without.
-Homophobic's-
Of course, he is no way homophobic even though he is not bi-sexual or anything himself. He still finds people who do not appreciate people because of their sexuality to be annoying. overall personality;;
He's very artistic and creative. The kind of guy who would rather take a long walk and stargaze and listen to music rather then watch a football game. Come to think of it, Alex really doesn't like sports that much. He'd much rather watch a concert or read a book then watch some people run around a field. He likes peace and quiet, and often is found out by a beach or sitting at some cafe reading a book. He loves to read. Alex is rather intelligent, and knows a lot about a lot of random things. Mostly things that have to do with music, or Chicago, where he grew up. Plus, he's a bit of a grammar/spelling nazi, with the exception of texting. On the Internet, though, he very rarely uses any kind of chatspeak.
However, Alex isn't completely introverted and peaceful and serious. He's actually rather funny, and quite fun to be around. Though, sometimes he can be a little shy around people he doesn't know, mostly because he's no good at small talk and making clever conversations. But, normally, that passes quickly. He's really random, especially with his friends, and even a little spaztic sometimes. But people love Alex. He's a very lovable guy. Though he dresses tough and very... differently, Alex is kind to everyone he meets, even people he doesn't know. Very rarely does he get extremely pissed off, and even when he is, he is able to carry his anger out in a dignified and civil manner. There is the small occasion where, when provoked enough, Alex will go off and punch you in the babymaker... not literally, but, you get the point. This is quite rare, though. He doesn't really like violence, unless you mess with his friends or someone he loves or something.
Alex isn't exactly the calmest or most elegant person in the world, despite he may seem it. In fact, he's quite the opposite. He's a tad paranoid at times, which often causes him to act spastically and scare very easily. He's skittish and prone to accidents such as tripping over nothing or walking into walls. At first, these things were a tad embarrassing, but, Alex's learned to deal with them.
Despite the fact he is a few years underage, Alex is a heavy drinker, almost to the point where you could call him an alcoholic. He likes to party, and most definitely likes to have a good time. Sometimes this isn't always a bad thing when you act like a responsible adult. However, sadly, Alex isn't exactly a very 'responsible' adult. He can get pretty careless at times, especially after he's had a few.
He's a bit of a romantic. However, rarely does he meet a girl he's interested in dating. No, he's not gay or anything, but, Alex has yet to find a girl that really sweeps him off his feet. Sure, he's had a few relationships, but many of them fell through. But, when he really does fall for someone, he's all for expressing it. Gifts, attention, affection, romantic dinners, clever dates, anything to let whoever it is he's in love with know how much he loves them.
Screw the rest of America, Alex Smith is the one who's most definitely got talent. He plays the piano, the guitar, has an absolutely gorgeous voice, writes music, writes lyrics, isn't half-bad at drawing, is great photographer, and a killer film-maker. But, Alex isn't one to brag. In fact, he's quite modest most of the time. He'd be the last one to say he's pretty, or is really good at something, despite his friends would probably say otherwise. But, though Alex may deny it, he really is an extremely skilled young man.
Alex is also a little bit of a germophob. He greatly fears getting sick or catching some kind of terrible disease. Not to the point where he won't step outside or anything, of course, but, he's not taking any chances. For example, If you asked him for hand sanitizer it'd take him less then a second to grab it from his pocket,he sanitizes and washes his hands more then any normal person needs to, and will not go in a public restroom or shower.
The poor boy can't sit still to save his life. Alex constantly fidgets and moves around, doing such paranoid things as tapping his heel on the ground, clicking his pen, or playing with his hair, sometimes without even realizing it. It gets him in trouble on occasion during classes, but, he can't help himself. It's like some kind of undiagnosed mental disorder that's always affected the poor boy.
history;;
Alex was born on the date of October 21 to nineteen-year-old Michelle Jones and twenty-one year old Adam Smith in the town of Norwalk, Connecticut. When most children are born, their entry into the world in celebrated and joyous; however, this was not the case with Jasper. His parents, Michelle and Adam, weren't exactly the 'parenting' type, being so young and unprepared for a baby. Let's just say, neither of them had planned or expected Alex's birth to happen. So, because of this, throughout his younger years, Alex was left with his aunt, Michelle's sister, Stephenine, who was twenty-eight, though not yet married, while both his parents were out around town.
When Alex was just a few months old, he and his parents moved out to Lake Forest, Illinois, where Alex's grandparents as well as Aunt Stephenie lived, who was just finishing up classes at a local college to be a nurse. So, Alex didn't have much memory of what Connecticut was like. However, when Alex was around eight months old, Michelle and Adam were married, and stayed together. Despite their lack of parenting skills, they weren't bad people, and tried the best they could to give their son the best.
He wasn't completely left out of the loop with his parents. They spent time with the boy when they could, though by the time he was one, Michelle began attending college at night and Adam was busy trying to make a living as a musician. Alex didn't remember much of his father, for he died in a car accident when the boy was only eight years old. Alex did remember a few things, however, the most vivid being Adam's love of music. Often times Alex recalls listening to his father late at night writing songs on his guitar, or on the piano. Though he was never extremely close with his father, Alex aspired to do what he did: create music.
When Alex turned four, his father began teaching him how to play the piano. Though their lessons together were often cut short due to time constraints with Alex beginning to attend school and his father working two jobs, one in the day as a bartender, while at night he was an entertainer and played gigs with his band at local clubs. However, both of these jobs turned up little money. Though his mother desperately wanted to send him to a Catholic school, they didn't have the money to afford it. So, Alex began attending a small, public elementary school.
Often times, even in his young age, Alex kept to himself. He was always a very quiet, shy young boy. He never liked sharing his opinions aloud, or just speaking out loud in general. However, when ever he was asked the question 'what do you want to be when you grow up?' Alex's answer was always the same. He wanted to be a musician, like his father. He wanted to write music, sing, play the guitar... Alex wanted to learn it all. However, these dreams were put on hold when his father died in a tragic car accident when Alex turned eight.
Alex was left without a teacher, and, for the most part, very little money or means of support. Being only very young, it took the poor boy a while to understand his father was gone for good. Often times, he would sit up at night and wait for his father's return, until it finally sunk in that he wasn't coming back. Adam's death hit Alex pretty hard. He spent most of his days alone in his room, trying to figure out what to do next. He slowly pulled himself out of his misery, and as he grew older, he felt comfort in thinking about his father rather then the remorse and sadness he felt when it first happened.
His mother started working two full time jobs, one waitressing the other working as a secretary at a local school. Neither of the two provided much money. Often times Alex returned to an empty home, and was left by himself as early as age nine. While he was alone, he often practiced playing the piano, and even tried picking up his fathers old guitar and playing it, though he didn't get very far with it without any kind of instruction.
He was quite a prodigy when it came to the piano, however. At the age of ten he tried his hand at composing music, and also began writing lyrics and poetry. Throughout his months as a ten year old, food became more and more scarce in his house, as well as his mother. Often times he would hear her come in late at night, exhausted and over-worked. When he was eleven, he was sent to live with his Aunt, though he still kept in touch with his mother. It wasn't that she didn't care about him that she sent the boy away. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Michelle felt that Alex needed a better life, a better home to live in, where food was available to him, as well as money. He still kept it touch with her over the years, and even tried to help her with money when he could, despite the fact he didn't have much of a job.
After twelve years of debate, Alex settled on being a vocalist. Though he didn't have as much experience with singing as he had other things, such as the piano, he decided that he wanted to sing. Fortunately for Alex , his Aunt was dating a man who was in a band. He was the front man, and sang and wrote lyrics. So, Alex began taking singing lessons from his Aunt's boyfriend, James. He proved himself to be quite talented in the field of singing.
When he began attending high school, he started taking classes for the guitar, as well as played the piano for the school's concert band. However, his shy, soft-spoken nature didn't change from the transition between elementary school and high school. He did make one good friend, whom he spent a lot of his time with. Both shared the same love of music, and often spent a lot of time over each others houses, sleeping over and staying up late listening to bands from the early ninety's, such as David Bowie, The Cure, R.E.M., Billy Idol, and the Dandy Warhols. However, this friendship ended after Alex moved to Silver Sparrow when he was sixteen.
He also began taking a special interest in photography in film-making throughout his two years of high school in Illinois. He started shooting short films, mixed with his own music, normally with people doing simple things in dim light, such as walking around or even just hanging out. Alex began going out more, taking long walks just to take some pictures of the beautiful scenery Lake Forest had to offer.
Just when Alex was starting to find contentment in Illinois, his Aunt got a new job which required her to move to Livingston Heights. He began attending school there at the age of sixteen, when he was a junior. Being his shy, awkward self, he was very reluctant to make this change, despite the loveliness Hollywood had to offer. But, he didn't have much of a choice and was never the type of child to put up a fight. So, dragging his feet, he packed up his things and moved here, were he resides currently. However, Alex is still as determined as ever to make it in the field of music, despite his sudden change of environment.
traits//flaws;;
Alex has a select few flaws, he has those moments where he can't take anything seriously either that or he takes it to seriously at times. It isn't like he purposely does it it's just those few days. Another flaw is his alcoholism. Though a lot of his good traits make up for that.... [Emmalee, this sounds really bad I know but I'm tired and I can't think.. if it needs fixing tell me.]
anything else;; Nope Don't think so.
RP SAMPLE;; Alex shot up in her bed, he felt her forehead. It was damp from a cold sweat, his breathing was erratic. His icy-blue eyes darted around the room, in search of anything out of place. He placed his hand over her chest and started to take in deep breaths. Everything was how he left if from the day before.His pale feet were placed delicately on the floor as he got out of bed. The shag carpeting tickled his feet as he seemingly glided across the floor. His blue orbs shifted to his hand carved oak dresser. With in moments his pale hand was clasped around the knobs.
He pulled out a black fitted tee, a hoddie, black skinny jeans and his navy blue converse. His pale hands swiftly grabbed the clothes and put them on, as if he was in a hurry. He shoved her feet carelessly into his shoes and darted out of the bed room. His shoes made a screeching sound against the floor every time she turned a corner.
Every passing moment that he spent trying to get out of his house was making him deranged. The walls appeared to be closing in on him, the shadows chased him. With in seconds he was at the door to the house, all though to her it seemed like seconds was hours. He frantically clawed at the lock, it would not un latch. With one swift tug the door swung open and a cold eerie air blew his light brown hair around.
Alex sighed as he stepped out into the early morning, immediate relief washed over him. As he walked along the barren town he decided to head to the beach, no one would be there and the calming cool breeze would be refreshing. Alex closed his eyes as he walked along the beach shore, the waves kissing his feet as she walked by. He moved up more along the beach, not wanting to get his shoes soaked by the water.
&&I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours;;
are you going to be active;; I'll try to be. any other comments worth mentioning;;REMOVED
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