Post by alessandro gabriel spencer on Jul 7, 2009 13:08:03 GMT
ALESSANDRO GABRIEL SPENCER !
BASiCS !
full name;
alessandro gabriel spencer.
nicknames;
ales, andro, sandro, dro, spence, gabriel, alice, alley.
gender;
male.
age;
nineteen.
birthday;
october thiry first
birthplace;
camden, london, england.
sexuality;
bi-sexual.
grade;
junior.
sport;
skateboarding.
APPERANCE !
i've been told i look a bit like; paul griffiths.
let me explain;well for starters, alessandro's hair is black, floppy and long, but not too long. he won't dye it and he won't cut it so don't even bother thinking about going to him with a pair of clippers. as for his eyes well he has them, obviously. they're a rich, chocolate brown and quite round. alessandro's sort of tall, standing at five seven and weighing around one oh seven pounds - meaning he's tall and slender, right? hm, his clothes? that's kinda of tough really because he adores babycakes clothing, skinny jeans and t-shirts. bright colors are very in now; so he likes those too, more than other colors. to be honest he will wear almost any color of clothing that you give him because he's not afraid to dress to impress unlike his twin brother. per se he's always seen in skinny blue or black jeans, a skin tight, brightly colored t-shirt - or one of the babycakes variety - and a colorful jacket. occasionally he'll wear a hat but that's only when he can be bothered to actually find one. and his shoes? vans and/or babycham for the win, dudes! oh, and he has a couple of tattoo's, but not as many as you'd think - they're in places that you don't want to know about, plus the ones on his hand, leg and arm.
CHARACTERiSTiCS !
loves;
drugs, alcohol, girls (i'm a male, dude), sex (again with the male excuse), scaling buildings, parkour (they are the same thing dipshit), swearing, andrei, boys (hey, they can be sexy in their own ways), people with hayfever because it's fun to watch them run around with watery eyes and sneezing all the time, mcdonalds, thick strawberry milkshakes, blue slushie, twizzlers, annoying people (because it's fun), technology, sticking up for andrei, aurelie (because she's my cousin and i have to like her), drawing, drugs - wait; i already mentioned them, watching people get all hot bothered when they've 'lost' something, laughing at other people's misfortunes; so what, provoking people; it's fun, fighting - yeah, yeah violence solves everything!, scaring people. the way the rain feels on my skin when it rains (>_>), hamsters, cats, glitter, stealing hugs; shut the fuck up, skateboarding and motorcross.
hates;
when andrei tells me that i've 'woken up on the wrong side of the bed', having goals that i need to work towards, the cops, dirty liars, being sold out, cops, shifty people, adverts for vagisil cream; i mean if you're trying to get me off at least make it sound better, YO UGLY FACE, HO, vegetables, people touching my hair, your mom, seagulls; they are rats on wings though it's funny when i run into them and watch them fly into people, pigeons shitting on people, slow downloads, people standing on my fucking work; assholes, being woken up early on a sunday; hey yeah you, fuck off, plastic molded females, blondes who think they're hot, abnormally large people, obese people.
strengths;
drawing/sketching/painting, my sense of independance, ability to stand up for myself, knowing what i really want in life, my history which was pretty damn good, andrei and my confidence.
weaknesses;
pencils, sketch books, andrei, not knowing when to stop, drugs; admittedly, alcohol, humans of the female species, conceitedness.
fears;
fuck you man, i have no fears, well at least i don't think i do. unless you count homeless people always asking for money, dogs, someone killing my best friend (andrei, his twin) or finding out that mitchell has killed aurelie.
goals;
i want mitchell to be murdered and i would love to be able to do that myself; even if i do end up in jail, at least that way i will know that aurelie is safe from him. uhm, controlling my anger would be a good goal to work towards and to keep andrei protected as much as possible without smothering him.
interesting facts;
erm, i'm double jointed and can pop my shoulder in and out of place. i have a pet penguin.
secrets;
i have a pet penguin! er, i'm in the cia? i'm a hopeless romantic and i once stole a candy bar from the local grocery store.
quirks;
talking too much, definitely! always plotting ways to kill mitchell, pretending to listen.
personality;WE'VE GOT A BIG, BIG MESS ON OUR HANDS.
To some, Alessandro is a rather messy person who never cleans up after himself, whilst to others he is a very clean person who hates mess. Weird, right? Well, to be perfectly honest, he is a mixture of these two rolled into one. On some days he could care less about the mess he makes with random objects, whilst on other days he tries his hardest to be as careful as possible and will always clean up a mess if he makes it. Although that's not really the case when he's around, say; paints. That's when we get a big, big mess on our hands. Alessandro is an extremely clumsy person all in all. He can make a mess out of anything and everything, including simple things such as his music sheets and pens. He's terrible to say the very least. He's also the type of person that will walk into walls; doors; lockers, anything really. If you tell him to duck, he'll ask where the duck is and more than likely be hit in the face by a basketball, football, flying hat, ball anything else that he could be hit with really. Oh and Alessandro is actually a big fan of mess, when he's in a weird mood. He loves it, he likes to make a big mess - which is probably slightly contradictory and confusing. But the whole point of this paragraph is to prove just how clumsy the poor boy really is.
FOR A PESSIMIST I'M PRETTY OPTIMISTIC.
After the life that this poor boy had you would have thought that he would be completely pessimistic about anything and everything. Well you're wrong; although he is a pessimist, he can be pretty optimistic about certain things. Alessandro is the kind of guy that can actually find at least one negative thing about things. If you're talking about World Peace, you can guarentee that he'll be able to pull a negative point out of the hat about it. If you're talking about lessons; yes, you've guessed it - he'll be able to find more than four negative things about it (can't everyone though?). Alessandro never had an easy life before now and his optimism went down the drain the day his brother died. He was the one thing that mattered more to him than anything else in the world and when he died, he died on the inside too. The only thing that kept him from doing something stupid with his passion for music and the last words that his brother ever told him.
GROW UP AND BLOW AWAY.
Alessandro, although he's a mere nineteen years of age can be rather childish when he wants to be. Why? Well, this is because he's constantly hyped up on sugar and lucozade. Again; why? This is because he'd rather be hyped up on sugar and lucozade than feel low and not like himself at all. Alessandro doesn't like to remember his past because of what happened, he tries to forget everything that he can about his past and move on with his life so he uses the power of sugar highs to help him do that. Apparently he succeeds, in case you hadn't noticed he is rather a loud child, obstrusive, destructive and quite possibly rude if you get on the wrong side of him. Alessandro; like most people his age (apparently) is probably only this way because he has a problem with dugs and alcohol which, more often then not, lead to his childish behaviour. He's the type of person who would tape something to your back, like a sign, and let you walk around with it all day before finally telling you what he did. He's also the kind of person who would pull a prank on you. Stick gum in your hair and just do lots of other things like that.
THIS IS HOW WE DO.
Alessandro is really a rather artistic creature, always drawing away in his sketch book and snapping pictures then cutting them up and making collages out of them. Actually I think destructive would be the better word here, since he is liable for almost all of the drawings on the walls of the dorm room he sleeps in, especially over his part and his roomie's part - he doesn’t mind really. Hey, he loves to draw so don't take away his crayons or he'll get pissed with you. He'll cut anything and everything up so he can make a pretty picture and then run around cello taping them to the back of people's backs (mainly the people he dislikes) without them knowing and then run off and create more stuff. Alessandro has a big thing about crayons, he loves them a lot and is never seen without his box of them, they are his "drug" and he could never bare to be parted with them. He is the kind of guy that would draw a rainbow on a single piece of plain white paper and then cello tape it to a wall to "make it look more homely" and "decorative" so that the walls aren't bare and are "brighter."
KEEP IT SIMPLE.
There is a side to Alessandro that not many people know of, he tries to keep it hidden and under wraps because he doesn’t quite like the idea of this gossip person finding out that he has OCD. It’s not his fault that he’s OCD, so he says, some people just can’t help the way they are and Noah is no different - he has random moments where, if he does something wrong he’ll start it all over again and won’t stop redoing it until it’s perfect. Although this never happens on stage or when he’s in a lesson, Alessandro still can’t help it. In the morning after he wakes up he has to have a bottle of lucozade before he gets dressed, his socks have to go on before his jeans, his hair has to be done before his shirt goes on and he has to watch at least one cartoon before leaving the dorm room. At night it’s no different to waking up. There are some other things that his OCD causes him to do, but that’s too much to list and would probably bore you.
BEING FROM NEW JERSEY MEANS NEVER HAVING TO SAY YOU'RE SORRY.
Three words; Blunt Captain Obvious. Yessir! Alessandro has a habit of stating the obvious and blurting out the blunt truth about something or someone, this does often land him in hot water but most of the time he can wheedle his way out of it. No. Not with lies. Do you think that Alessandro would lie his way out of hot water when he dislikes Liars and cheats? That would be a tad contradictory now wouldn't it? But yeah; Alessandro has the knack of stating the obvious, his tone almost always blunt and his expression priceless - almost as though he can't quite believe what he is saying. It leaves people reeling and it normally takes them a while to figure out what he had said. He thinks that everyone can state the obvious but obviously not everyone can because the must "lack the capacity to do so" as was said by Alessandro one day. He's not exactly evil yet he's also not exactly kind, Alessandro is one of those people that you probably love to hate and hate to love, one or the other, or possibly both. It depends on your outlook on him. Alessandro is sort of a one-guy Riot, the life and soul of the party with an edge, but at least he knows when to stop. All in all he is an intelligent little thing with a strange personality, he tries not to let anyone get him down but sometimes he just can't help it. He has numerous talents and if you bite him he'll more than likely bite you back. He has off days, whereby which he can become quiet and reserved and just act unlike himself. It's those days when you really should worry about him. If you've ever seen the film American Pie, think Stifler.
ALESSANDRO IN A NUTSHELL.
Stoned.
BiOGRAPHY !
mother;
classified.
father;
classified.
siblings;
andrei raphael spencer, 19, motocross, student.
pets;
chuck the penguin.
captain mittens the kitten.
bread and toaster the hamsters.
other family
classified.
significant figures;
classified.
history;camden, london, united kingdom. four twenty three am.
in the midst of the night, under the shadow of a huge oak tree situated in the nearby park, a couple of undeterminable gender were stalking down the pathway, one leaning against the other; both dressed in long, black trench coats and wearing trilby hats on their heads. in the distance a car alarm was ringing through the night and behind the couple a large, black shadow was following them. one of the figures seemed to be stumbling and holding on to something in front of him or her; the other figure's posture was tall and statue like. a stone if it were to be still in the night. from in front of them came a strange noise so sudden and so high pitched that they both stopped walking immediately and dropped the item one of them was holding. looking to their left, the figures noticed a basket in a bush, a foot sticking out and tiny fist grasping leaves from the bush. the couple looked at one another for several moments before rushing over - a gentle breeze swept their hats away; not bothered, they stooped down low to the bush and untangled the basket from the bush. inside the basket was something that they'd never imagine would be in one, especially not one of that size.
five years later, under the shade of a huge oak tree situated in the nearby park, a couple of undeterminable gender were stalking down the pathway, one leaning against the other; both dressed in jeans and t-shirts, wearing baseball caps on their heads. in the distance a car alarm was ringing through the air and behind the couple, a large black shadow was following them. the only difference betweent this scenario and the five year previous one was that this couple was two boys, five year olds wearing the same outfit and face; the shadow behind them was a large black dog called shadow and they weren't walking, so much as playing hide and seek with their parents. you see, five years ago; the couple that had found them in the bush had taken the young boys into their own home and raised them as their own. of course the boys didn't know that they were not their real parents, as far as they were concerned; mommy and papa were... mommy and papa. they grew up in a rich environment; toys, games and neat gadgets always at their disposal. their parents were rich and they grew up with a good education and politeness, manners and such were essential.
as the boys grew up there was a noticeable change in each of their personalities. alessandro, the self-proclaimed eldest of the twins became much more aggressive and violent than his other twin. he found it insanely hilarious to watch other people squirm, it was a little sadistic but at the end of the day (literally, instead of figuratively) alessandro would end up hugging his brother and playing nice. both went to a grammar school from the age of five, right up until they were seventeen years old when they were pulled out to australia to attend a top, sporting academy. alessandro's preferred sport was parkour - climbing walls, scaling buildings etc; he became very good at it. one day, half way through the year; alessandro had the idea of swapping sports with his twin brother, andrei who did motorcross. this was a good idea, andrei had approved and everything was going perfectly fine until... well, the sports went wrong and alessandro ended up with a broken collar bone and concussion. suffice it to say that he never wanted to try that little stunt ever again, and they didn't.
however; when their year was up their parents sent them to america to another school who were recruiting eighteen year olds into the cia. only a select few were picked from the hundred that went there every year - alessandro and andrei two of those. it was also around this time that alessandro started to fall into the wrong crowd; he tried drugs, got hooked on them and visited wild parties. his job with the cia was never threatened because his love of drugs was the perfect opportunity for busting notorious drug dealers around the world. alessandro was sent into these locations to apprehend and/or destroy said drug dealer before returning back to headquarters and getting smashed. his life was perfect by his terms and there was nothing more he wanted to do. they were to spend a year in this new school and once their time was up it was off too new york for the twins and a new life, still working for the cia however; occasional missions posted them them.
unfortunately, alessandro somehow ended up back in australia at the age of nineteen; something was going down and they wanted an insider to get the scoop. hey they had alessandro and andrei spencer, ready made and former students of the sporting academy - however their sports were changed and now that he's back, alessandro is doing skateboarding instead of parkour, he doesn't mind because it's probably a lot safer, maybe.
ROLEPLAYER !
alias;
jude.
other characters;
aurelie rush && jett zaboravljen.
how did you find us?;
don't ask me, ask the magic fairies!
how can we contact you?;
uhm, lemon pie?
roleplay sample;
ettie at the disco ?!
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OPEN, 849, GYM, OUTFIT, DANCE, FRONT ROW - METRIC.
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chronic confrontation,
psychic conversation.
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OPEN, 849, GYM, OUTFIT, DANCE, FRONT ROW - METRIC.
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chronic confrontation,
psychic conversation.
Evette was completely immersed into her dance moves; loosing herself to the actions and perfectly choreographed routine that she had been working on for the past couple of weeks. Dancing was one of those little parts of life where she could fully appreciate the moments in which she was still breathing - figuratively. It took away from her all the aches and pains of her past and present still yet to come, forgetting everything and concentrating solely on what she had to do and wanted to do. It was one of her passions, one of her many passions of the art, though she need not excel at the subject since music was her main passion; but it could definitely be said that the red head was more in tune with her dance side than her music side. Everything she did at the school was her own work - she had a lot of free time to work it all out, practice and perform to an invisible audience to perfect it, before finally showing everyone what she does. Evette, not particularly a socialite in Hadley, rarely showed her routines to people. Paranoid that they may not like what she was doing and that they’d talk about her behind her back; nasty comments and sarcastic remarks. She was a very paranoid fifteen year old and had been ever since the night she’d killed her father. Dancing and music were the only solitude she could get away from everything, to forgive and to forget; if only for a couple of hours at a maximum, each day. Still, it was something and she was glad.
Dancing, Evette was completely out of tune with the world and didn’t notice when a male presence entered the gym an hour or so after herself. She carried on dancing across the floor without the aide of music, unaware of the male until he spoke out to her in a thick Irish accent. Evette was startled; so startled that she ceased her dancing almost immediately - the effect of this sudden stop caused her to teeter on the spot for a moment before crashing to the ground and landed awkwardly on her arm. For a moment it looked as though she was going to cry out in pain but she didn’t. The fifteen year old closed her mouth in surprise and got slowly to her feet, standing a comfortable distance away from the new male. He was blonde and smelt good. Evette closed her mouth and brought her hand up to her mouth, keeping it there as she backed away from him a little more - she wasn’t being paranoid; she was being careful. She’d never met this boy before and if he wasn’t careful there would be a problem, one that Evette would rather not create. She didn’t like mess and besides, the boy seemed nice enough; she didn’t want to do that to him. It took a while for her understand what he had said, but then once she got it straight; the small girl nodded her head slowly, causing her red bangs to fall in front of her face.
His stature was that of a laid back person, someone who seemed at ease in almost any situation thrown at him. Evette couldn’t help but admire that a little as she took in his posture; looking him up and down once before shuffling backwards to the other wall and lowering her hand, dropping it to her side. As long as he didn’t come over to her, she was going to be fine. Evette was a new vampire, she didn’t fully understand the thirsts and the hungers about it all, but she would, in time to come.
About to open her mouth to thank the boy, the sophomore quickly turned her head to the door when she heard it open - it was done quietly, but she had good hearing (and eyesight). There was a smirk on the other boys face as he waltzed in with an air of pompousness around him. Evette narrowed her eyes a little and backed straight into the wall. She heard his words; they confused her. Narrowing her eyes at him, the younger one of the three (so it appeared) rested her head on her shoulder and kept one eye on the blonde and her other eye on the brunette; both were boys and Evette was a little wary of males. He passed by her still statue like person, over to the basketball rack, grabbing himself one. Her eyes never left his back as he travelled; however they had left the blonde male’s body. The eldest started to dribble the ball. Thud, thud, thud. Evette shook her head at him and sank to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest, hugging them and resting her head a top them. She wasn’t one to talk to people, paranoid about what they would say to her, so; she simply remained as silent as she could be, eyes flickering between the blonde and the brunette - both of whom intrigued her, a little.
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THE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE
TO SAY 'ANDDD: I'M OLDER THAN BOTH OF YOU! o.o'
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