Post by Alexander on Apr 22, 2007 9:25:58 GMT -5
Name: Alexander Moore. You call him anythings else and you are in for a world of hurt. (Just don't do it, please. It saves us all a lot of time.)
Age: 21
Gender: Male. (Testosterone Keeper)
Race: Caucasian.
General Features: Oh boy. What can we say, honestly? Not much. As much as I love writing novels, I'm going to try and keep this short. Alexander is terribly normal looking, with a lack of fashion sense to boot. The most remarkable thing about the poor boy is his height. He stands at an impressive (at least, he thinks so) 6'3". His height reflects on his body of course, so he since he is tall he carries with him the burden of being lanky and a bit awkward as well. He has broad shoulders with long thin arms and delicate fingers. He despises the idea of working out at all, but despite that fact he is a bit toned. He keeps his body in good condition by doing his favorite pastime, which we will get into later.
His face is long and full, complimented by a strong long nose and high cheekbones, thin lips and a head full of long brown hair. Chestnut to be exact. His hair has fallen victim to the current fad with boys his age, long and unkempt. It hangs long down to an inch or two above his chin and flips out by itself, framing his face quite nicely. He isn't particularly good looking, but no one would ever call him unattractive. He's... complicated like that. But, not so much a part of his face (but they might as well be) are a pair of large purple tinted aviator sunglasses. They leave his face twice a day, on the dot. When he sleeps, and when he showers. Otherwise you will never catch him with them off. Never.
Hah. Alexander wouldn't wear clothes if he didn't have to, so I won't really go into detail about what he wears. He wears whatever he gets his hands on, mostly a pair of cargo shorts, a t-shirt and his green zip-up jacket with high collar.
Personality: Ohgod. Not this again.
Alexander is a strange kid. And by strange, I mean an absolute jerk. He loves to argue, and more importantly he loves to win arguments. He likes to see people cry because he just verbally stripped them down and kicked them square in the ass. He's crazy like that. He cannot tolerate people for the most part, but can't nessecarily be away from them for very long or else he gets bored and seeks out someone to terrorize. He usually tries not to seek out conflict, since it seems to find him easily enough.
Now, he does have friends. Kind of. If by friends you mean people who do not take his crap and fight back with him. That's his thrill, it's what he does. He seeks out the most emotionally and mentally strong people and surrounds himself with them. There aren't really a difference between his enemies and his friends. I have my own theories of why he acts this way, but the most prominent one was that he was read the book 'Fight Club' at an early age.
And he has slight OCD about his glasses. They are his most prized possession and have been so since high school. If you touch them, you better have yourself fitted for a fake hand.
History: Alexander's life was tragic. At age eight, he returned to his home to realize... his cat had died. But more importantly it had died on his bed and left an awful mess. He was not pleased.
Not really. Alexander's life was surprisingly normal. He learned to ride his bike at age six, his first word was "Gleeble!" and for his eleventh birthday he received a game-boy color. Oh my.
He was home schooled until high school (which might explain his poor people skills), and then went to the mediocre school his mediocre income parents sent him to. His grades were superb, but he almost was kicked out for attitude problems many times. He suffered through, not trying at all to control his tongue and soon made many enemies and returned home with bruises and cuts from fights he started more often than not.
Then he was sent off to college. His social situations did not magically disappear, but definitely got better. He can now usually hold his own in fights, and his grades are coming along fine. In High School he started up with the marching band and joined the Colorguard after watching a senior girl spin a rifle for the first time as a freshman. Ever since then, that is the only social activity he does, and this year he holds his spot firm on the rifle line.
Family:
Mother: Anna Marie Moore (Maiden Name is Fones); Accountant; works for large scale company.
Father: William Bertram Moore; Graphic Designer; works for large company.
Major: Web Design
Desired Future Profession: He always thought he would be a good actor, but know he will probably end up in computers.
Favorite Class: Most of his computer classes.
Grade Level: Junoir.
Extra: I. Like. Rainbows. And I hope you do, too.
Picture:
Scratch that, I made a better one. Sorry it isn't really shaded, but I thought it would look better this way.
Age: 21
Gender: Male. (Testosterone Keeper)
Race: Caucasian.
General Features: Oh boy. What can we say, honestly? Not much. As much as I love writing novels, I'm going to try and keep this short. Alexander is terribly normal looking, with a lack of fashion sense to boot. The most remarkable thing about the poor boy is his height. He stands at an impressive (at least, he thinks so) 6'3". His height reflects on his body of course, so he since he is tall he carries with him the burden of being lanky and a bit awkward as well. He has broad shoulders with long thin arms and delicate fingers. He despises the idea of working out at all, but despite that fact he is a bit toned. He keeps his body in good condition by doing his favorite pastime, which we will get into later.
His face is long and full, complimented by a strong long nose and high cheekbones, thin lips and a head full of long brown hair. Chestnut to be exact. His hair has fallen victim to the current fad with boys his age, long and unkempt. It hangs long down to an inch or two above his chin and flips out by itself, framing his face quite nicely. He isn't particularly good looking, but no one would ever call him unattractive. He's... complicated like that. But, not so much a part of his face (but they might as well be) are a pair of large purple tinted aviator sunglasses. They leave his face twice a day, on the dot. When he sleeps, and when he showers. Otherwise you will never catch him with them off. Never.
Hah. Alexander wouldn't wear clothes if he didn't have to, so I won't really go into detail about what he wears. He wears whatever he gets his hands on, mostly a pair of cargo shorts, a t-shirt and his green zip-up jacket with high collar.
Personality: Ohgod. Not this again.
Alexander is a strange kid. And by strange, I mean an absolute jerk. He loves to argue, and more importantly he loves to win arguments. He likes to see people cry because he just verbally stripped them down and kicked them square in the ass. He's crazy like that. He cannot tolerate people for the most part, but can't nessecarily be away from them for very long or else he gets bored and seeks out someone to terrorize. He usually tries not to seek out conflict, since it seems to find him easily enough.
Now, he does have friends. Kind of. If by friends you mean people who do not take his crap and fight back with him. That's his thrill, it's what he does. He seeks out the most emotionally and mentally strong people and surrounds himself with them. There aren't really a difference between his enemies and his friends. I have my own theories of why he acts this way, but the most prominent one was that he was read the book 'Fight Club' at an early age.
And he has slight OCD about his glasses. They are his most prized possession and have been so since high school. If you touch them, you better have yourself fitted for a fake hand.
History: Alexander's life was tragic. At age eight, he returned to his home to realize... his cat had died. But more importantly it had died on his bed and left an awful mess. He was not pleased.
Not really. Alexander's life was surprisingly normal. He learned to ride his bike at age six, his first word was "Gleeble!" and for his eleventh birthday he received a game-boy color. Oh my.
He was home schooled until high school (which might explain his poor people skills), and then went to the mediocre school his mediocre income parents sent him to. His grades were superb, but he almost was kicked out for attitude problems many times. He suffered through, not trying at all to control his tongue and soon made many enemies and returned home with bruises and cuts from fights he started more often than not.
Then he was sent off to college. His social situations did not magically disappear, but definitely got better. He can now usually hold his own in fights, and his grades are coming along fine. In High School he started up with the marching band and joined the Colorguard after watching a senior girl spin a rifle for the first time as a freshman. Ever since then, that is the only social activity he does, and this year he holds his spot firm on the rifle line.
Family:
Mother: Anna Marie Moore (Maiden Name is Fones); Accountant; works for large scale company.
Father: William Bertram Moore; Graphic Designer; works for large company.
Major: Web Design
Desired Future Profession: He always thought he would be a good actor, but know he will probably end up in computers.
Favorite Class: Most of his computer classes.
Grade Level: Junoir.
Extra: I. Like. Rainbows. And I hope you do, too.
Picture:
Scratch that, I made a better one. Sorry it isn't really shaded, but I thought it would look better this way.
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