Post by alexander jay martin! on Jul 2, 2008 17:34:38 GMT -5
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alexander jay martin!
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you may be a lover but you ain't no dancer,
FULL NAME: alexander jay martin
NICKNAMES: alex, zander as a pet name. he does not like it.
AGE: 18
GRADE: freshmen
GENDER: male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: strait
OCCUPATION: waitor at the Sushi Samba downtown. earns about 14 dollars an hour. is also in a band; writes lyrics, back up vocals, and plays guitar
SOCIAL STATUS: middle class
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HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 156 lb.
HAIR: it looks emo, his hair. alex has dark brown hair. so dark that his hair appears black. everyone assumes it is black, unless you are told by him that it isn't. which would be awkward, you know? "hey, i have dark brown hair." no. he likes his hair. it gently swoops over to one side, strait and curl-free.
EYES: you probably won't be staring into alex's eyes any time soon; but they are a shimmering, sea-blue. almost to electric blue to be named. those eyes have seen many things, people, and events. but that hasn't stopped them from being beautiful, correct?
BODY TYPE: alex has a different structure. no he isn't mutant. he has a slim, wiry build. cat-like and lithe. but he isn't all skin and bones, he has a toned stomach and athletic arms. not buff, but not wimpy.
PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: alex has two snake-bite piercings on his lower lip. they are brass and haven't annoyed him yet. he likes to chew on them when he is wearing them. he always removes them before bed, and sometimes won't wear them for a while.
ANYTHING ELSE?: alex likes his clothing. it, he says to himself, distinguishes him. he likes vintage. old, skinny jeans that are sometimes a little torn up. he likes canvas-tops for shoes, along with neon high-tops and all the converse colored sneakers. alex also likes vests. like, band-uniform vests. over plain band-tees or something funky like that.
OVERALL: when he look at alex, you can't always tell what you're looking at. sometimes it's the hair and piercings that make him look a little, well, different. the clothes could also be a que. it doesn't always depend on how he looks; alex is alex.
FACE CLAIM: alex evans
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PERSONALITY:
[x] ANNOYING! although he tries not to be, being annoying is just another thing that comes with being born on april fool's day. whether it's approaching strangers on the street or starting to sing while walking down the road, he tends to be a little annoying. hey, he can't help it, right?
[x] SARCASTIC! alex has a sarcastic personality. "your mom" is common, along with "that's what she said" and saying the opposite of what the answer is. truth is, alex hates obvious questions. hates them. and he is aware that hate is a strong word; but obvious or dumb questions cheese him off in more than one way. that's why he is sarcastic; to point out the obvious. he finds it funny.
[x] CREATIVE! it isn't hard for alex to be creative. he grew up with artists and musicians; so it was only right for him to become one. he likes to point out the difference in things. point them out, then work them, mold them, strum them. it isn't rocket science for this kid.
[x] SWEET! alex likes girls. he really does; just like any other guy. he knows how to talk to them; the act around them. he likes being witty around them and making women laugh. it's just natural to him to be sweet to a lady.
even if it isn't a female. for instance, helping an old man on the street with a fallen grocery bag and taking nothing for it. he likes doing that sort of thing. he's no super-hero nice-guy. but he respects his elders.
[x] PROTECTIVE! not that he's the super-hero of your dreams, i am sorry. but he can't stand when something happens to those close to him or family. if he can, he would do something about it. hands down.
[x] ASSUMING! he tries not to be judgmental, but he is; a slightly easier version of judgmental. he assumes gossip is true, and he can sometimes be a real sucker for lies and pranks. so, he hears amanda so-and-so talking about his girlfriend cheating. he believes it. ask his girlfriend about it, and he can believe a good explanation.
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LOVES: alex loves his family; little sister jopie, mom, dad, ten-year-old brother samuel and his cat furbie. named by his sister.
he loves music next, hands down. music is his second life. he plays many instruments, which he loves dearly-- guitar & bass, drum set, violin, and other exotic instruments his parents get a hold of.
he also loves flirting. who doesn't at his age? he didn't have much of a wide variety as a boy living in rural minnesota. new york has opened many doors for him. he loves records; old ones, new ones, cds and his iPod especially. he likes fingering through old record stacks, finding new music, and listening to what he has.
alex really enjoys going to the beach. there isn't much to choose from in nyc, but he will replace that with a pool for now until he gets enough cash to vacation to the bahamas. lastly, alex loves drawing. he isn't very good at all, but sharpies are one of his best friends.
HATES: alex hates many things. the most basic would have to be suck ups. you know, the generic kid that gets the teacher or chick or whatever an extra-special gift, "strait from his/her heart." blech. of coarse, there are other types of people he hates. alex hates show-offs. hates them. whether it's impressing a girl or the principle. ah, yes, alex can be a show off, but he is blissfully unaware of it. so he doesn't count himself on the list.
goats and pigs are on alex's hate list. he completely dislikes the two creatures, as sad as that may be. he has no reason to hate them, but it's just the way they eat all the cheerios at the petting zoo before the awesome miniature-horse can get to it. and the pigs, ugh, alex despises that they roll in mud. don't ask me.
monster trucks and semi-trucks are also on the hate list. they are just too big and un-aerodynamic for him. he can't stand how much gas they eat up, while he's digging for cash in his couch just to get gas to go to the mall.
FEARS: the unknown, preppy girls approaching him, and semi-trucks.
HABITS: alex has a horrid habit of chewing his fingernails. he doesn't mean to, but it doesn't matter as much to him as it would a girl, because he is indeed a boy. and boys don't always care about their fingernails. alex also has a habit of stuttering around someone he admires or looks up too. someone who is "too good for him." alex often pleads too much, to the point of where it is annoying, and gets yelled at for that. he can ramble on very often, which is a horrible habit. he also has a habit in sleeping with his day-clothes on and singing in the shower.
FLAWS: alex can be annoying. self-centered, too, if he wants the attention at the time. he can show-off without really realizing that it is annoying. he is very assuming, and can assume things from rumors very easily. he's gulible, sometimes. other times he's psychic and knows who's sneaking up behind him.
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FAMILY: has both parents; mother felicity and father dominique. his younger sister, jopie, who is five, is his love. he loves playing with her, and she completely looks up to him. unlike alex's brother sam, who is ten. he's annoying and the typical younger brother.
HOMETOWN: burnsville, minesota
HISTORY: alex had a "normal" life. born in the rural area of minnesota, he grew up with music and art and video cameras. as a baby his parents cherished him for being the first born. he wasn't spoiled exactly, just loved to extremities. he learned to play drums when he was only a year old. it didn't take much; all he did was pound on them and his father recorded it. then he would put a tune around the "rhythm" of his son's banging. it ws genius, at the time.
by the age of six, he was helping his artist of a mother splatter paint on the walls of his bedroom. he never changed his walls until graduation. at that time he also learned violin, and was literally forced to practice every day by his musician father. he didn't mind, but once he hit grade school, he learned it was stupid to play violin unless you were a girl. he begged to stop lessons, but no.
so to make him feel better, he learned guitar. he kept up with drums, and at age 12, he was in a "band" with a few school chums. it was horrid; they just blasted music; random riffs and battles on the drums. but it kept him occupied until high school.
that's when he found a real band. he played in school band playing percussion, and played in two other bands outside of school. he helped his albino sister to soon play guitar like he. it was a fun activity for the siblings. in kept him busy until he hit sophmore-ville in high school. his grades dropped. he got into the emo scene, and began taking drugs., staying out late.
his siblings seemed to pull him through the drugs and music. he doesn't know how, but it had to do with her sister pleading to go with him to a gig. it turned him around. and now, here he is. waverly university, in new york. he always wanted to be in the city. here he was.
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YOUR NAME; floride!
YEARS RPING; 3 yrs.
PHRASE: acrosstheuniverse!
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:
The red Oldsmobile pulled into the gravel drive-way in the pouring rain. It had really acted up since the movie theatre. Dustin wasn't tired in the least. He was ready to go do something, if it weren't for the stupid rain. Yeah, that's right. Stupid, stupid rain. The mop-headed, wet boy pressed his converse against the breaks, halting the vehicle. He flipped the key so the engine ceased, leaving the soft sound of rain trickling against the windshield.
Dustin paused for a moment, smiling over at Anna. He was dreadfully wet, still, along with her. But she didn't look bad; the boy just wanted to look her over. Her hair was darker with that addition of water, and stringy down her back and against the seat. He pulled a towel over her head, chuckling and ruffling though her hair, attempting to 'dry it.'
Come on, I'll show you inside. Dustin said, pulling the towel from her and chuckling again at how her hair was now completely messed up. He opened his door, dragging the key out with him. Slamming it shut, he grinned at Anna as the rain water splashed across his skin. He dashed to the door, laughing back at Anna and motioning for her to follow.
After he'd led them inside, he closed the door behind them, shaking his head wildly to let the water in his hair fly across the room. They were standing in the entry way, where the stairs looked down on them. The house was quiet, but the rain could still be heard softly. He peeled his sweatshirt from his body, letting out a long sigh and kicking off his converse. Flipping on the light, he smiled back at Anna. Well, here it is. He shrugged.
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