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Alexander Park

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a character in “Wako”, as played by Achelois

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Alexander Park
was I merely dreaming?


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There's something sad about the way Alex accepts defeat so easily. Tired eyes have gazed upon tired sunsets and have longed for the day he may shine as brightly as them. But for now, he must walk resolutely with the knowledge that the sun may only cast its vibrant rays on raven hair. An imposing man he might have been if life had not worn his shoulders down into a perpetual hunch. Solem, he looks and solemn it seems to be all that he ever will be.
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Often, Alex hides away in the familiarity of loneliness. He does not crave the affection nor does he actively try to aquatint himself with those surrounding him. In fact, his cool and aloof disposition regularly negates any conversation from happening, and without him realizing it any and all potential friends have left. Some say it’s his eyes, they’re too cold, too dark, too unwelcoming for anyone to properly introduce themselves. Others argue that he’s too vulnerable — a liability to a perfectly constructed machine of friendships they’ve created and he if added, would only be a nuisance. He takes it all in with a smile though because he’s fine, really he is, and regularity breeds a type of acceptance and if Alex is anything it would be forgiving.

Though not all have the capacity to see it (whether it is because they choose to ignore it or some variation of that) Alex loves to smile; loves the feeling of relishing in something purely good, and without repercussion. Mostly though he loves the fact that though there are many gray days there are a few brightly colored ones as well. Days where the blood in his veins boils so hot that simply sitting around seems like self-imposed torture. He feels unhindered then, like a thousand pounds of guilt and sadness and regrets come sliding off, and what remains is the center of a shell that he forgot even existed. Those are the days that keep him living, and what will continue to do so in the future.

Such happiness, however, is short-lived and the days where he has to drag his body to do the things he must (Who needs to eat anyway) seem to almost override his pervious joy — almost. He knows that the life he lives in is full of injustices, and he is burdened by his own mind’s habit of thinking pessimistically, but the power to overcome such dangerous thoughts is what he likes to call, “a small mercy.”

Underneath his loneliness, his positive attitude toward life, and a standoffish personality lies a dominate trait that he tries so hard to hide. The guilt — he feels it so heavily that breathing at times is difficult and more often than not he wants to let the emotion consume him. He deserves it, however, for he’s selfish and unkind not even worth the air he breaths — or so says his heart. Anastasia died on the sidewalk with no one by her side. To say he's haunted by her would be an understatement. The worst part is that Alex knows it's not his fault, that her actions were solely her own and any attempt he would have tried to get through to her would have been ignored, but the tugging at his heart makes him think otherwise.





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LIKES. Alex has always liked large birds and the sun. Something about the freedom they possess entices him. He also loves cold tea and reading children's books. Although he does not particularly love it, he has an appreciation for his science textbooks. The layout and material it presents are pleasing to him.

DISLIKES. He hates rabbits, they're creepy. Most types of bread he cannot tolerate, he only likes brioche bread. Literature books and poetry, he may be sad but that doesn't mean he wants to read about other people's misery. He also hates pop songs or singing in general, he prefers instrumental music.

QUIRKS. Will compulsively pick under his fingernails for any dirt. Puts sugar in his cold tea after it has been steeped, like a monster. Will only tolerate one type of singing, musicals, and even then he is very particular about what kinds.

]STRENGTHS. He's observant to a fault, which also makes him anxious, but more importantly it allows him to understand the people around him better. He has a very analytical brain despite his lamenting and subsequentially is very good at math and science. He also dresses very nicely as his family is rich, so I mean I guess that's a strength.

WEAKNESS. Solem or some variation of it. He doesn't like to socialize that much and gives curt answers, however, he always responds to questions as he's not a complete monster. He is not very strong relative to others, mostly because he doesn't want to have that power. He's a pushover if someone dominates him. He's weak-willed if he's pushed and like a puppy, he sees not the wrong in other people but in himself.

FEARS. Driving late at night, he's afraid of hurting someone else or an animal because he gets tired very easily from the motion of the car. He waited until he was 18 to get his license and even still does not like to drive. He also is afraid of drugs, afraid that he'll get addicted.







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STILL HOLDING ON. He doesn't blame himself, but he wishes he would. But if he did, that'd mean the end of him. He's devastated and his depression has only gotten worse because of it. He misses her dearly.

HAPPIEST MEMORY. Their summer before highschool seemed idyllic. Movies every night, rollerblading at the local skate place, and arcade games until sunrise. But most importantly he remembers thinking that life couldn't be so bad if she was in it if she was the one by his side. High school seemed a lot less scary for a social pariah when he had someone as bright as her.










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HISTORY

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So begins...

Alexander Park's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sky Noble Character Portrait: Nicolas Reed Character Portrait: Wren Cartwright Character Portrait: Kieran Conner Character Portrait: Anastasia Norris Character Portrait: Alexander Park
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Lightning strikes across the island at the peak of the morning, summing the arrival of Death. Death loomed over the island of Wako, not in a menacing way, but instead watching over the island. Though, no one would be dying on this day, in fact life was being given. The first day of summer, the one year anniversary of the deaths of four teens, and the day these teens would be brought back to life. He would give these teens another chance at life to do whatever they wished. Also, he just wanted to watch what happened, he was growing bored, always watching people die, but today, oh today, now he would watch people live.


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A flash of bright light.

A tingling feeling from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.

Then came the booming rumble, that rippled through the earth shaking him to the core.


Nicolas Alexander Reed opened his eyes, something he hadn't done for a year. As the light adjusted, he blinked rapidly, a small groan coming from somewhere... Himself maybe?

He was lying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. For a second he almost thought this was the afterlife, or a surreal dream that was possibly his heaven. He laid there, staring up, waiting for something. God? The Devil? Anyone?

But nothing happened. There was no booming voice from the clouds or bright white light. Just the sky and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.

After a couple minutes he realized that he could move, he wiggled his toes and fingers, the feeling almost foreign in a way. The sand clung to him like glue around him and he raised a hand to his forehead to wipe a few grains from his forehead. He was confused that's for sure. His last real memory being... well dying. Nic's gut twisted and he clenched his eyes shut as the horrifying noise of metal crunching and the smell of gasoline became prominent. He willed it out of his mind as quickly as it had come and slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings which he recognized. He was on Wako. Is this the afterlife? Am I dead? The questions ran through his mind. He got up, shakily, it was almost as if he was an infant taking his first steps. As he managed to stand, loose sand falling from his clothes, he noticed he was lying right next to the shore. The beach itself looked closed, it must be early... But was there even anyone else in this supposed Afterlife?

A few meters he recognized the small standing shower that he used to use to wash the sand off his feet. He slowly shuffled to the shower, for a reason unbeknownst to himself. Nicolas placed a hand against the cold metal hoping that somehow some memory would come to him, maybe to explain to him, what in the hell was happening. It took him a second to realize the reflection staring back at him in the metal wasn't, well... Him. W- What? The shock of it made him stumble back a bit, as he rubbed his eyes thinking maybe he was hallucinating.

Nicolas slowly reached a hand up to touch the strangers, his face. The person staring back at him, had an angular jaw, bright blue eyes, curly dark brown hair, hell, he could even tell he was taller and more muscular. It was then he realized he was wearing the same outfit the night of the crash, a simple cotton grey shirt and pants, except he was oddly barefoot and the clothes weren't ripped and soaked in his blood. Oh god, he felt sick. He couldn't stand to look at the person staring back and bent over, emptying whatever content was left in his stomach. Which was almost nothing.

Everything was too overwhelming.

When he recovered he stepped back and looked around, a gut wrenching sensation tearing at him as he laid eyes on the sandy trail leading up to the parking lot. A simple thought bloomed in his head, Sky, suddenly he could think of nothing but Sky. Is he alive? Dead? Even here? Where ever the hell I am... The thoughts flooding his mind were almost like a magnetic pull as he shuffled up the path. Maybe this was some sign? Good or Bad he wasn't sure.

His steps where uneven, and awkward almost like the Walking Dead. The sand was hot against his feet although there was no sun, but he was almost too numb to feel it, or anything in the matter. Nicolas found that he suddenly wasn't able to will himself any farther and turned back to the beach. He watched the waves for a moment, small tears forming in his eyes. Is this my punishment? Forced to stay in this spot forever? Forced to remember the awful terms and emotions I left him on?

Then the tears finally came and he collapsed to his knees, his salty tears mixing with the sand below him.