one of the drunks - panic! at the disco | dead! - mcr | the sounds of silence- simon & garfunkle
"Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid." -Langston Hughes
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xxxxx|| Nicknames || Alex - this is what he prefers to be called, even over his first name
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xxxxx|| Age || Twenty-three
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xxxxx|| Birthday || March 19
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xxxxx|| Sexuality || Bisexual
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xxxxx|| Hometown || Born in Flagstaff, Arizona; raised in Greythorne.
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xxxxx|| Ethnicity || Hispanic
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a p p e a r a n c e
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xxxxx|| Height || 5'9"
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xxxxx|| Weight || 159 lbs
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xxxxx|| Hair Color || Dark brown
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xxxxx|| Eye Color || Brown
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xxxxx|| Identifying Features || Alex's forearms are littered with the kinds of scars you might expect from someone practicing necromancy.
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xxxxx|| Description || Alex is not an intimidating figure; though he stays fit, he really lacks the height and muscle mass necessary for his physique to be considered anything other than average. His hair holds big, loose curls which, at the length he keeps it, tends to fall in loose waves. He keeps it as tamed as he can, but anyone with textured hair will tell you that it's sometimes a loosing battle. Alex's eyebrows tend to give his resting face a sad, thoughtful quality. This, perhaps, makes him look much wiser than he could ever hope to be. While he doesn't dress in the highest fashions, Alex still likes to dress well. He's drawn to dark colors, tight jeans, and crisp, clean shoes; along with a menagerie of accessories. He tends to wear long-sleeves, as he doesn't like showing his scars.
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p e r s o n a l i t y
Alex tries to project an aura of being calm, cool, and collected. Sometimes he succeeds, but often times people can sense a deep and profound sense of uncertainty to him. When youâve lived your life steeped in predictions of a future that may- or may not- come to be, you begin to worry, looking over your shoulder at every turn. His friends have grown weary of hearing his constant warnings. âBe careful,â may as well be a catchphrase. Still, even he has trouble taking himself seriously. When nothing you predict ever comes to be, you start feeling a little insecure.
Alex often thinks of his friends, and occasionally likes to do things for them. A text on their birthday, a small gift when theyâve achieved something important. He doesnât normally go for large, grand gestures (though, he has been known to pull them off occasionally), but he does like to make sure the people in his life know he cares about them. Though he can be sarcastic, and will often decry all of a personâs faults, heâs still a fairly good friend. To that end, he loves to crack jokes, especially to ease a troubled mind, and most especially of all when his friends are worried about him.
Heâs a big flirt, though his style of flirting can occasionally be a little on the⊠agressive side. Alex knows what he wants, and heâs not really one to beat around the bush to get it. He often flirts with his friends in what he considers a platonic way, and itâs something that most of them just get used to over time. Heâs never held down a real relationship, so he doesnât have much experience in love, and may have some trouble separating lust from romance if he ever decides to settle down.
Alex is very dysfunctional, and some consider it a wonder that heâs even still alive. His living space is cluttered withuseless junk findings from his many traipses through the woods. He is, at best, chaotic and, at worst, a complete disaster. He often speaks without thinking, and the words that tumble out of his mouth often embarrass everyone but him. He seems to have no sense of shame whatsoever, which honestly serves him well.
Alex often thinks of his friends, and occasionally likes to do things for them. A text on their birthday, a small gift when theyâve achieved something important. He doesnât normally go for large, grand gestures (though, he has been known to pull them off occasionally), but he does like to make sure the people in his life know he cares about them. Though he can be sarcastic, and will often decry all of a personâs faults, heâs still a fairly good friend. To that end, he loves to crack jokes, especially to ease a troubled mind, and most especially of all when his friends are worried about him.
Heâs a big flirt, though his style of flirting can occasionally be a little on the⊠agressive side. Alex knows what he wants, and heâs not really one to beat around the bush to get it. He often flirts with his friends in what he considers a platonic way, and itâs something that most of them just get used to over time. Heâs never held down a real relationship, so he doesnât have much experience in love, and may have some trouble separating lust from romance if he ever decides to settle down.
Alex is very dysfunctional, and some consider it a wonder that heâs even still alive. His living space is cluttered with
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w i t c h
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xxxxx|| Powers || Everyone has some sort of tie to the dead. The feeling youâre being watched, cold chills in old house, that shot of energy up your spine when you pass by a crowded graveyard. Some humans can even spot glimpses; spec tors in the dark, whispers in the wind. Witches who have the gift of necromancy tap into that, and so much more. There is a lot of ritual in necromancy- you canât exactly accidentally raise the dead; it requires literal blood, sweat, and tears⊠Sometimes you own, most timeâs someone elseâs. Alex is good at raising the dead, summoning ghosts, communing with restless spirits. In fact, they tend to follow him, stick to him like glue. He often unintentionally calls on them in times of stress, and when he's alone (or just thinks he is) he often talks to them. Necromancy also involves a good bit of ritual, all of which heâs learning. His powers are strongest when heâs cleared his mind and is completely calm, which is difficult, as necromancy can be dangerous at best, and downright catastrophic at worst. When experiencing strong emotions, he tends to be blocked off from most of what he can do, aside from summoning the ghosts of worried grandmothers past. His biggest gift is that the ghost of the past occasionally bring him visions of the future- nothing concrete; feelings, images, and premonitions, but more than enough to have caused some strange behavior. He is, of course, sensitive to silver, with reactions ranging from an allergic reactions, to burning and blisters, depending on exposure time.
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xxxxx|| Fears || Alex is afraid of commitment, being alone, but most of all, he is afraid of his powers, and how badly they could go wrong.
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xxxxx|| Secrets || Despite what he's always said, Alex is pretty open to the idea of falling in love. He's only actually tried to raise the dead once, and it didn't go so well. He has an on-and-off relationship with various drugs.
h i s t o r y
Alexâs mother ran away from Greythorne when she was no more than eighteen years old- Marisol Garcia had met a handsome young witch named Alejondro Peña, who had come to visit Greythorne, and Marisol ultimately decided to follow him home. The relationship was short-lived, but produced Marisolâs only child, who she named after his father.
From a young age, Alex showed having powers. His parents, being air and fire elemental witches, had no clue what to do with a child who wouldnât stop talking to ghosts and resurrecting butterflies. Alexâs mother wanted to send him to Greythorne to live with his grandparents, as his grandmother was also a necromancer. His father didnât agree, and the arguments this caused is what ultimately broke their on-and-off relationship just after Alex turned three. He went to Greythorne to live with his grandparents the next year.
Maria and Luis did their best with the boy, who they raised with as much love and support they could muster, but he was so like his mother. Headstrong and careless, Alex caused his fair share of trouble, and made a few lifelong friends. He visited his mother at Christmas and over the summers, but he never felt quite at home with her, never felt quite right so far from home. He saw his father more sporadically, and most of his contact with him was- and still is- limited to phone calls.
Alex had his first real taste of personal tragedy at fourteen, when his grandfather passed away. A lifetime of smoking and not caring for his health resulted in a heart attack, and he didnât last long after that. It was sudden, unexpected, and wholly tragic. It ultimately led to the ruin of Alexâs relationship with his mother, when she didnât even try to attend the funeral. The two havenât been able to repair the damage, though they also havenât tried.
His grandmother took a long time to recover from her grief, and Alex was often left alone to work through his own sadness. He spent a lot of time with his closer friends, but did wind up isolating himself more often than not. That, combined with him growing into his powers, and the stresses of high school became too much for him. One night, he went to bed, and had a vision of death, destruction, chaos, and darkness. He woke to a bedroom full of the dead, come to see him in his hour of darkness. Most people in town remember that cold February night, where Alex Garcia ran out of his home into the snow, wearing only a tee-shirt and his underwear. He was running from something most of them couldnât see, couldnât feel, and would never know.
Itâs been a few years since then, and Alex has desperately tried to stay in control. He went deeply into himself for a long time, and completely ignored most aspects of his powers, only even using them to participate in rights and rituals with his grandmother. In the past few years, however, he decided to embrace himself and his powers, and to try to create a viable future for himself. Heâs now nearly done apprenticing to be a funeral director, and has started to really try to understand his powers, and how to interpret his dreams.
From a young age, Alex showed having powers. His parents, being air and fire elemental witches, had no clue what to do with a child who wouldnât stop talking to ghosts and resurrecting butterflies. Alexâs mother wanted to send him to Greythorne to live with his grandparents, as his grandmother was also a necromancer. His father didnât agree, and the arguments this caused is what ultimately broke their on-and-off relationship just after Alex turned three. He went to Greythorne to live with his grandparents the next year.
Maria and Luis did their best with the boy, who they raised with as much love and support they could muster, but he was so like his mother. Headstrong and careless, Alex caused his fair share of trouble, and made a few lifelong friends. He visited his mother at Christmas and over the summers, but he never felt quite at home with her, never felt quite right so far from home. He saw his father more sporadically, and most of his contact with him was- and still is- limited to phone calls.
Alex had his first real taste of personal tragedy at fourteen, when his grandfather passed away. A lifetime of smoking and not caring for his health resulted in a heart attack, and he didnât last long after that. It was sudden, unexpected, and wholly tragic. It ultimately led to the ruin of Alexâs relationship with his mother, when she didnât even try to attend the funeral. The two havenât been able to repair the damage, though they also havenât tried.
His grandmother took a long time to recover from her grief, and Alex was often left alone to work through his own sadness. He spent a lot of time with his closer friends, but did wind up isolating himself more often than not. That, combined with him growing into his powers, and the stresses of high school became too much for him. One night, he went to bed, and had a vision of death, destruction, chaos, and darkness. He woke to a bedroom full of the dead, come to see him in his hour of darkness. Most people in town remember that cold February night, where Alex Garcia ran out of his home into the snow, wearing only a tee-shirt and his underwear. He was running from something most of them couldnât see, couldnât feel, and would never know.
Itâs been a few years since then, and Alex has desperately tried to stay in control. He went deeply into himself for a long time, and completely ignored most aspects of his powers, only even using them to participate in rights and rituals with his grandmother. In the past few years, however, he decided to embrace himself and his powers, and to try to create a viable future for himself. Heâs now nearly done apprenticing to be a funeral director, and has started to really try to understand his powers, and how to interpret his dreams.
character sheet creator: nonconformingrole - fc: diego boneta - hex code: #3a0a4d
