Factions, Families, Clans, and Empires
Hair color: Black with the tips dyed red
Hair Style: Shaggy, falls over his eyes
Eyes: Soft and brown, unlike his sister's
Nose: Slim and average
Birth date: June 21st
Clothes: Usualy black T-shirts and jeans (varies from day to day)
He has the life of a rocker, and can be annoying, but he is sweet once you get to know him.
He almost always has his "trusty" guitar with him just in case he's "feeling the mood to jam."
The door swung open, and insteped Alex Crystallos. His hair was jet black with red tips, he wore a black T-shirt with "Metalica" lables across the front of it, and skinny jeans. In his hand he held a black guitar case covered in stickers. He looked around the bar, then took a seat in one of the booths. "Wow, this Gambit's place sure is nicer than everyone says it is," He remarked, his voice smooth and almost haunting. His blue eyes shifted towards the man who had entered before him, and he smirked to himself. "Some one seems uptight," He mused while tilting his head, making his hair fall in his eyes.
Alex stretched his arms up and flipped his hair out of his eyes, whitch widened at the sight of a fire ball and ice comming from what seemed mid air. "Awsome," He breathed. He then shook his head and glanced at his guitar case, his fingers dancing across the top. "The bar seems a little dull. Perhaps some music would brighten it up," He said, as if talking to the case. He opened it and slipped the guitar strap over his shoulder and across his back. He started strumming, light at first, then gaining volume with each strum. He then broke out into full song, singing Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day right on key. His voice was smooth and soothing, witch matched the gentle sound of his guitar.
The door of Gambit's flew open and in walked Alex Crystallos, dressed in an American Idiot shirt, black skinny jeans, black sneakers, and his jet black hair with red tips fell in his light blue eyes. He scanned the bar, then walked to the same booth he sat in last night, gripping his guitar case so tight his pale knuckles turned even whiter. " So far, no luck, but I'll find her soon enough. I have to," Alex encouraged himself in a voice smooth yet haunting. He looked over the menu blankly, not really in the mood to order anything anyway. He sighed, seeing that the bar was pretty much empty. "Might as well practice a few tunes," he said, flipping open his sticker covered guitar case and pulling out a shiny acoustic guitar. He adjusted the guitar on his lap and began strumming blankly, staring off into the distance.
Alex stopped stumming the strings and looked at the other person in the bar, just now noticing him. "Uh, hi," He said quietly, drumming his fingers on the table, looking for something to fill the akward slilence he just created. "Nice, uh... knife," He said finaly, tuning his guitar although it already sounded perfect. That's what he always did when he felt akward- tunned his guitar. It gave him a sense of comfort, but for now he kept his eyes on the man, his stare cold and harsh as ice, yet looked blank and meaningless at the same time.
Alwx nodded at the man who gave him a few dollars. "If you thought that was good, wait for the real music to come!" He said holding out his band's poster, which had all of next uear's concerts on the back. "Ah, yes. I'm looking for my sister, but she's hard to track. You see, she's a trained... assasin, if that's what you'd want to call it. I can't send anyone out to find her, I don't want anyone getting hurt. I mean, she wouldn't hurt her brother," he said with a wry smile, "at least I don't think she would," He added, his expression changing to serious. "Anyway, who's up for some music to bring this place back to life?" He asked loudly, standing up with his guitar.
"Also, I wouldn't have money to offer you, I mean, don't people of your... um... type, perfer to do things paid? The only thing I can offer right now is a private concert, but most people would rather take the money..." He trailed off, his hair once again falling in his eyes. "Besides, I'm sure you're much to busy then a deed done for a favor," He added. He then turned towards the man and smiled his signature smile. "Hey dude, it's not like I'm Billy Joe Armstrong, or anything, keep it cool," He said, setting the poster down and pushing his hair out of his eyes.
Alex placed his guitar back in its case carefuly then took a seat. "I guess. Um, how do we exactly get started?" He said, still unsure of everything. If he knew his sister like he thought he did (and if she didn't change) he'd rather have someone do the job of tracking her. He wasn't very good at fighting, and he couldn't track for his life. He sighed and shook his head, erasing the image of the results of a fight between him and his sister. Perhaps hiring the man would be a good idea after all.
"Let's see.. She loves shooting arrows at random people, and her first instinct is to attack. I don't think she's in an organization, um, her name is Isolde Crystallos, she's around 15, she usualy hangs out in nature so the ruins and dark woods would be a good place to look, and she doesn't really have a type. She's more of a... well, she's more of an Isole," He shrugged, then continued, "Would the fact that she has a motercycle, has a pet horse girl type thing, has red eyes, wears black all the time, and looks like a vampire, yet she's not be helful? Oh, and she has hair like mine, only without the red... and it's longer... and it's always in her face."
Alex Crystallos sat on a small wall in the Ruins, tunning his guitar. Next to him he had a pad and pencile (used to write down lyrics, notes, and chords of course!), and underneath him he had his guitar case open in case anyone passed by him. His black and red hair was in his icey blue eyes as always, but he didn't mind anymore. Ever since that kid took up the job of finding his sister, he felt at peace again. He sighed and earased all thoughts from his head. "For once, just once, I'd like some peace and quiet for my music magic," He said under his breath, as if talking to his guitar. He stretched and looked around, then started to strum random chords blankly, looking for some inspiration to come his way. It usualy did if he waited long enough.
Alex looked up and flinched at the horrid noise. "Is something dying?" He asked, setting his guitar down and standing up. "Hello?" He asked, tilting his head at the sight of a bird-like creature crashed into a pillar. "Um, hello?" He said again, picking up a stick from the ground and attempting to poke the creature with it. "Are you alright?" He asked, observing the scene from a distace. "Are you even alive?" He added, taking a cautious step toward the... thing. He was very curious as to why there was such a commotion in the ruins since the place was uaualy quiet, according to his friends. But then again, he never really trusted his friends anyway.
Alex jumped backward, but laughed at the bird's actions. "Uh... you sure?" He asked. Then he shook his head and cleared his throat. "Anyway, I'm Alex, nice to meet you, uh... Cheese? Can I help you clean yourself up... or... something?" He said akwardly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. This... bird thing didn't seem to bright, and Alex figured he'd keep hmself as simple as possible for the poor creature's sake. "Are you hungry? I think I have some crackers in my guitar case..." He trailed off and looked at the case, "Even though they were meant for me," He muttered under his breath with a sigh.
Alex laughed and shook his head. "No, I'm not a wizard, but I am a mucician. Come on, let's get you to the river. You do like water, yes?" He said taking her by the... hook and attempting to lead her towards the river he saw while walking to the wall. "Then we will get you some crackers. I don't have any cheese nips, but crackers will do, yes?" He spoke with the slightest bit of annoyance in his voice, since stupid creatures did annoy him, but this one was different. She was funny. "Oh, and I know your name, Cheese, because you keep saying it. But never mind that, let's hurry to the river to you can get some food quicker and I can get back to writing my song."
Alex smiled. "I'm sure I'm not a wizard, and I'm in a band. You know, I make music and write songs... Anyway, You won't have to get in the river, or well, actualy, you do... but I'll get in with you, so you don't have to worry about swimming. Either way, I like you, Cheese. You're funny, and you just said your name like..." He stopped to count, "10 times." He pointed out. When they finaly came to the river, Alex motioned for Cheese to go in and he took off his shirt, revealing a six pack and pretty muscular arms. "In you go, and I'll be right in after you," He encouraged, though the hyper bird didn't seem to need encouragement, at least not to him.
"Woah, cat people?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow, "You aren't the only confused one, Cheese. I mean, freakin' cat people? What's next, flying pigs?" He did his best not to laugh at Cheese, but let out a quiet giggle. "Um, yeah. Cat things, I suggest you go. Cheese isn't too bright and she doesn't really like, um, whatever you did, so good bye," He said, his words sounding calm, yet harsh. He hated cats (mostly because he's allergic), and wasn't in the mood to start sneezing up a storm. "Unless you want to meet some nice men with big nets," He added under his breath. He really didn't want to deal with cats, so he took a step back and put on his shirt.
Alex patted Cheese's head. "I take it you don't like cats," he said sarcasticaly. "Seriously, I suggest you leave, or someone's going to get hurt... probubly Cheese," He said, knowing how clumsy she was. "Or do I have to call the dogs? I'm sure they haven't have a very good dog-cat chase in a while, they'd probubly enjoy it," He said, taking a step forward. If Cheese wasn't paying attention he figured she'd fall... which would only prove that the bird would probubly hurt herself. "Oh yes Cheese, you are smart, for a bird," He said, muttering the last part under his breath. So much for hsving a peaceful day of song writting.
"I wasn't talking about me hurting yourself, Cheese, I was talking about you hurting yourself... Oh, never mind," He sighed, sitting down in the grass. "I won't call the dogs, Cheese, and these cat... things won't hurt you, they'd have to go through me first," He told her, even though he knew it wasn't very encouraging. Even though he had some muscles, he was still pretty scrawny and, unlike his sister, had no fighting expirience what so ever. "Just be sure to run if I tell you to run, got it?" He whispered to Cheese, standing up and looking at the cats coldly. "You must have less than half a heart to stay hear and bother some poor creature with a lesser mind of you," He said to them, attempting to place an arm around Cheese's shoulers protectivly.
Alex held up a hand and shook his head. "No thanks," He said, not knowing Khajiiy costums. "I'm sorry the human race has terrible hearts, but not all humans are like that. I mean, I can't kill a bug, let alone you," He admitted, smileing at Cheese's reaction. "I'll be right behind you," He assured her. Alex looked out over the landscape, escaping from this horrible, cruel world and drfiting off into a day dream like he often did. It was a beutiful place of his imagination, even if he was 18. He loved it there. It gave him a chance to be alone in a crowd, to be in peace in the most crowded nights in Gambit's. He felt at home there, only to be waken up from each one by something terrible and unwanted- like a really loud noise.
"Huh?" Alex asked, shaking his head. "Oh, yeah. Your feathers are beautiful, Cheese. What I miss?" He spoke as if he had actualy left, which was what he did mentaly, just not physicaly. "Oh! I have an idea!" Alex said suddenly, runnin away from the group as fast as possible. A few minutes later, her returned with his guitar case and smiled. "You like music, yes?" He asked Cheese, placing his guitar case down carefuly and sitting behind it. "Because I think I just found my inspiration," He smiled, looking directly at Cheese.
A tall boy with long black and red hair, a black metalica T-shirt and skinny jeans walked down a dirt path while holding a guitar case. He sang a little tune as he walked, looking for a good rock to sit on to write the day away. He sighed, wondering why his bandmates made him write all the songs. He was no good at it, but they always seemed to insist. If I get eaten out here it's on them, he thought, remembering all the stories he had heard as a child. But it was his idea to come here, mostly in hopes of finding his sister.
Alex turned and raised an eyebrow at the source of the merry voice. "Uh... Hi?" Alex said, more like a question. He had came here in hopes of finding peace and quiet, but as usual it was interupted early on. Congrats, a new record for inturupting what I actualy want to accomplish today, he sighed in his head.
"Well considering I just ran into an annoyingly happy dude who annoyingly and happily ruined my day rather early, not well," Alex said harshly. He was usualy laid back and cool, but he missed being able to go out and find peace and quiet to spend quality time with his guitar and imagination. He was so going to kill his sister when he found her.
Alex just looked at the man. He opened his mouth, then closed it. He placed a finger on his chin and thought for a while, then said, "Hmmm... I don't know dude, what's your name?" in the same voice he used to the stupid yet funny bird girl Cheese.
"I'm the peaceful peace guy who just wanted peace but didn't get it because an annoyingly happy guy named Patch inturupted my happily happy peace!" Alex exclaimed angrily, tightening his grip on his quitar case.
Alex just stared at Patch with wide eyes and his jaw dropped. "Woah, happy dude had some bite," He said to himself. He then cleared his throat and straightend his imaginary tie. He looked Patch over and after a few minutes said, "I like you, Patch," with a slight nod.
"Uh.. Ok. If you can answer one simple question," Alex said looking around as if he lost something. He looked at Patch with mystery written all over his eyes. He was good at playing this game, making people squirm, but not even close to how great his sister was.