Post by alexandre harcourt on Jan 15, 2009 18:04:33 GMT -6
ALEXANDREROYALHARCOURT
gender; male.
age; nineteen.
student/teacher; student.
year of high school; senior.
sexual preference; heterosexual.
place of birth; Reno, Nevada.
nickname(s); Alex.
appearance;
Measuring in at a height no taller than the average high school girl, Alex is the poster boy for pretty boys. At least that's what his parents used to tell him. If vampires existed, Alex probably would be mistaken for one. His skin is fair, verging on pale. He doesn't tan well, but he doesn't really burn either.
Don't let his clothing frighten you. He doesn't always dress like that. He finds it rather flattering, however, and has times where he likes to play "dress up", except actually go out in public. When he's not feeling fancy, his wardrobe doesn't differ from most other nineteen-year-old's. T-shirts with every kind of design adorning them, a mixture of skinny and loose fitting jeans, varying in colors, and two pairs of shoes. His "vintage" wear takes up the other half of his closet, and has a bit more variety than his regular attire. He also likes pinstripes, and semi-formal-looking wear.
Because his parents usually fawned over their only son, Alex has never really been one to judge himself. Over time, however, he has realized a few, what he considers to be minor flaws: His slightly over sized nose, and the fact that his eyes and hair are the same color. His nose has never really bothered him, but...The fact that his face has very little color to it never fails to bother him. With dark brown hair, and equally dark brown eyes, one doesn't get very far, at least in his opinion. He usually tries to "define" his eyes more by using eyeliner. Sadly, he's never considered ever getting colored contacts. He's not big on physically changing himself, no matter how much he doesn't like parts of himself. So, you'll never see him with piercings, dyed hair, or altered eye colors. However, he has gone against himself on a few occasions, and has, as of now, two tattoos. What began as a sort of "keyboard" on the inside/outside of his forearm, ended up, as time went on, to be piano keys, surrounded by orange Hawaiian-esque flowers.
personality;
To start off, Alex has high, high self-esteem. It was from the years of his parents coddling him, and repeatedly telling him that he was perfect...Etc,. He was not one of those children that though his parent's were being silly, and just telling him what he wanted to hear. No. In fact, in his youth, his parents were the only one's that really gave him attention, and he wasn't going to say they were wrong. As time went on, however, even after the teen angst really passed, Alex found that he really didn't like his parents. Not because they molded him into he is today...Just because they were his parents, and there were far too many conflicting interests as Alex found himself in the world.
Other than his fear of public speaking, Alex is fairly outgoing around people he's familiar with. He could never get up in front of a crowd and give a speech to them about anything, unless the crowd happened to be made up of his friends. When around familiar company, he likes to act out, and just go crazy. No boundaries. When it comes to what he really loves to do though, which happens to be music, he will get up and show off. He does like to be asked though, if the crowd is, yes, unfamiliar.
He likes to talk. If he sees a stranger, he will probably speak to them, and try to get to know them. Alex feels he needs to be surrounded with friends to keep occupied, since he's not really self-entertaining. When doing homework, he likes to be on the phone with or texting someone. When practicing his various instruments, he likes to be on the phone, or have someone nearby to critique him. He doesn't really have any mental issues, like depression and the like, he just likes attention. So yes, he could be called an attention whore, though he wouldn't go to such extreme lengths like many others do to get attention. Another speculation is that he just doesn't like to be alone.
at least 5 positive traits;
- High self-esteem.
- Outgoing.
- Musical expert.
- Helpful.
- Joker.
at least 5 negative traits;
- Fear of public speaking.
- Attention "whore".
- Overreacts.
- Easily attached.
- Overly chatty.
at least 5 likes;
- Being sneaky.
- Mint ice cream.
- The moon.
- Writing stories and not finishing them.
- Anything music-related-
at least 5 dislikes;
- Physical alterations.
- Headaches.
- Needles.
- Keeping his eyes closed for too long.
- Feeling like he's being watched.
history;
Born in the merry month of...April, Alex was the apple of his parent's eyes. It had taken Alex's mother, Marlene, ten difficult years to finally conceive, so, obviously, when Alex was born, everyone was happy, to say the least. They were a rather well off family, never short of money, so Alex, from the very beginning, was in designed diapers, with a nanny who responded to every little whimper he made. You could say he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Growing up was hard. Alex found it difficult to blend in with the other children at the school he went to, so, in his first year in school, he was transferred to four different schools. By the time he had actually managed to fit in, he was forced to repeat kindergarten. And, at that point, his mother decided to just home school him. It was while he was being home schooled that his love for music was discovered. His mother required him to learn an instrument, and he chose the piano, since you could beat upon its pretty keys without causing it much harm. Once he had basically mastered the piano, he went onto the guitar. At that point, he was in fifth grade, and actually attending a public school, because his mother had gone off to become a flight attendant. He had a full time "nanny" again, since his father was already never really home. Everyday, after school, he would skip home and pull out his guitar, and practice until he felt his fingers were going to fall off.
Let's skip ahead, shall we?
Alex's life went on as normal. Every other year, he would pick up a new instrument. By that the time he was in high school, he had mastered the piano, guitar, trombone, cello, drums, and his voice. Sadly, his actual academic skills were lacking, which was exactly why his father hired for him a tutor. Feeling guilty that his father was throwing away money because he was too lazy to pay attention in class, he began to push himself, and the tutor was dropped in a month.
Currently, Alex has turned into an insomniac. There's barely enough time in the day to go to classes, do his homework, and practice his instruments. He's basically trained himself to not sleep unless ultimately necessary...And he doesn't really consider it necessary.
rp sample;
n o r t h e r n d o w n p o u r s e n d s i t s l o v e
"Ohhh," He chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Ya know...If anything's going on, you should really tell someone." Alex had the urge to continue, but he was pretty sure the last thing she wanted was his "not-so-grand" wisdom. He had "bad" parents, but had never tried to run away. His mother was too busy in the sky, and his dad was never home. They weren't abusive, just...Non-existent, unless it came to his education. Then they were right on top of it. Moving here made him feel...Free. Not to mention it still was free. Except for his apartment. "No problem." With a smile, another song lyric came to mind. It wasn't quite...Positive, but, relevant. "Look at all that which surrounds me. I'm supposed to call this home? The dark has become so overwhelming, so why don't I just...Go?" With a little laugh, he turned a little red. How random was that?
I owe him nothing. He went back to chewing on his lip, "Well, he is your dad...Without him, you wouldn't even exist." With a little shrug, he looked over at her, "I guess you paid your dues a long time ago, though." He thought for a moment, desperate to help. "Would your mom really want you to run? I mean, where are you gonna stay? I know earlier I said that this would be a good place to run too, but you couldn't live here for any period of time." Alex was in a bit of a frenzy, sort of pacing the width of the bridge, back and forth.
"Oh, well," Crossing behind her, he ended his frenzy, resting his arms again on the bridge rail. "I wanted to be a photographer, once upon a time. I used to be obsessed with taking pictures of the sky. You know? The stereotypical photograph. After I gave up, I still really liked seeing the day end. It's like actually watching time pass...If that makes sense." Chuckling, he shrugged, unsure if he even really understood himself. Sometimes the words just came out. As she quoted, a puzzled look came over him, "Hey, what's that from?"
[b]brendon urie[/b] - alexandre royal harcourt