Post by alexandre tristan moore on Jun 25, 2010 20:21:04 GMT -7
ALEXANDRE TRISTAN MOORE ,
caring, selfish, intelligent, affectionate, cocky
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BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: alexandre tristan moore
NICKNAMES: alex, xandre, tris; simply shorter versions of alexandre and tristan.
AGE&GRADE: sixteen; sophomore
BIRTHDAY: october 13
GENDER: male
CLIQUE: outcasts
PLAY-BY: alessandro de marco
PERSONALITY
LIKES: the colors blue and green, fireworks, fireflies, the nighttime, boys, music, his gran's italian cooking, photography, his gran, eyeliner.
DISLIKES: liars, people who use others for their own gain, peanut butter, whiny people, homophobic people, his parents.
HOPES: to find the perfect boyfriend, making it big and flying to italy to further his photography.
FEARS: blood, his gran finding out he's gay.
SECRET: was the one who caused his parents' accident.
PERSONALITY:
caring- alexandre is an absolute sweetheart. he always wants to help others out and doesn't care if they're bullies to him. someone in need is someone who needs help, no matter how mean they are to him.
selfish- being raised with a large amount of money to his name, has made alex quite selfish. he doesn't like sharing his money and he craves attention. even though he doesn't care for others, he still tries to help out. it was what his gran would want him to do, however so reluctant he is to do so.
intelligent- being born with money has its perks. because of the amount of money his parents had, they were able to provide him with the best of the best education. he is quite smart, even without the tutors and one-on-one teachers. this leads him to be a total slacker when it comes to homework and projects.
affectionate- alexandre is extremely clingy and adores to hold hands and hug others. his affectionate nature can sometimes be overwhelming, but in small doses it can almost be seen as cute or adorable. alex's actions sometimes remind people of an attention starved puppy who likes giving and receiving affection.
cocky- extremely so, alexandre can't help it. his family background is cause of his cockiness. he expects that he'll be the best, no matter what is in the way and this sometimes leads to others trying to knock him off his pedestal quite often.
APPEARANCE
EYES: alexandre's eyes are warm and very friendly looking. they are almond shaped and extremely expressive. this leads to his emotions being easily read, even though he tries his hardest to hide them beneath his bangs.
HAIR: alexandre's hair is colored a warm honey brown color, resembling chocolate milk almost. it is just touching his shoulders and he likes it the way it is. his bangs are always in his eyes because of their length and his fondness for hiding beneath them.
PIERCING/S: nonee.
TATTOO/S: nonee.
OVERALL: alexandre likes muted colors, greys, browns, blacks. even though he may like the dark colors, he can be seen in some vibrant colors as well. he adores skinny jeans and can almost always be seen in them. his hair is some times never combed, but it gives his appearance a messy, tussled look he likes.
BIOGRAPHY
MOTHER: marina moore, 35, deceased.
FATHER: tobias moore, 40, deceased
SIBLING/S: nonee.
OTHER/S: eliza moore, 88, retired seamstress
OVERALL: alexandre was born in a quaint little cottage in a rural town in italy. his parents, marina and tobias, were the loving type. they did everything and anything for their only son. his family spent thirteen years in happy bliss in their country home. alexandre's father was a successful winemaker that made millions of dollars. the wealth however, led to the family fighting over what was the right way to spend the money. eliza, tobias' mother was stern in her ideas that the money was supposed to be used in emergencies, not in frivolous ways. tobias ignored her and moved alexandre and marina and the reluctant eliza to the united states. "to start over again, see new sights." tobias said. brand new to the country, alexandre struggled with adjusting to their new home in the states. when alexandre turned sixteen, he and his parents had a great fight about his adjusting to the city they were in and the fact that alexandre was involved with another boy. he was a constant trouble maker, always in trouble and his parents were fed up. alexandre, in a fit of rage, tinkered with his parents' car. he only meant to make it not start at all, not blow it up. his parents were killed instantly and care was bestowed upon his gran, whom he adored way more than his parents. his gran decided they needed to move and with the money that was given to them due to tobias' thinking, alexandre had millions in his name. he and eliza moved to bellevue to get away from the bad memories.
CREATOR
NAME/ALIAS: cam.
EXPERIENCE: six-seven years.
FOUND US: touched by madness' ad board.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:blinking his brown colored eyes curiously at the girl in front of him, zane watched as she continued her fit. she seemed so upset at whatever made her upset. he hoped that being her friend would help lots. and being just a little bit on the selfish side, he hoped she'd agree with him the house was too pretty to be crying and screaming in. zane also hoped she'd be his friend. he didn't want to be around that mistress lady something or another. she scared him just a tad, with her elegance and sophisticated ways of dress. it wasn't that he disliked the style of clothing, he just hated the way she layered him in piles of clothes that she expected that he wear around all day in the manor.
he could remember first coming to the doll house, way back then. zane had somehow gotten his hands on extra money from the bank account his mom set up for college and hitched it to london. he was in awe the first few days, then he realized he should've probably thought things through. he should've found a place to stay, and he sort of did. he just saw the doll house, in all of its intricate and beautiful glory. it was just sitting there and zane just had to check it out. he met the mistress maron, she talked to him and he decided to stay.
once he agreed to staying, she tried to get him into some fancy clothing. zane absolutely disagreed and pitched a fit, which ended up with him being forced into the clothes. it didn't last long, since he just tore them off and hid them away somewhere. he just switched into his more comfortable clothes instead. and that started the constant tug of war zane and the maron dished out on each other. well, more like zane running away like a madman, screaming that there was no way in hell he'd wear such frilly items. he guessed the mistress got.. fed up with it? or was it because she was amused at his fighting her orders? he didn't know.
zane did know that the girl that he stumbled upon was slowing in her tantrum. he watched as her eyes met his and immediately quieted as he spoke up. "no…i'm not okay." "my father left me here…i don't know what to do! i'm ever so lost and my family hates me and i don't understand why…." eyes widening at the girl's voice and explanation zane scooted closer to her, a worried gleam catching in his eyes. the poor thing! lost and her family hates her? that wasn't right at all.
"that's terrible! i'm sure your family means well and.. uh... stuff, you know?" zane tilted his head thoughtfully as he fished for the right words to the girl's family dilemma, "they might just.. erm.. you're not lost! you're here in mistress maron's doll house, in the entrance hall! at least, i think it's the entrance hall.. hopefully it's the entrance hall.. i'm... not quite sure.." trailing off, zane placed a narrow finger on his lip in thought. was it the entrance hall? he wasn't quite listening when (the maron's butler was it?) gave him a tour. maybe he should've listened better.. oh well!
"i guess you could say it's pretty…but. i feel like there's something wrong too…" "how long have you been here? does that woman really take care of us? dress us up and feed us and let us live here? that's what daddy said…" smiling at the girl, zane tilted his head even further to the side. something.. wrong with the place? well, there was that creepy aura the maron had, but zane felt that way around most adults. but the way the maron acted was kind of creepy. and off. so maybe there was something weird about the doll house. but zane wasn't complaining. much. it kept him away from riley and his constant harsh words, so it was fine with him.
"me? i don't think i've been here long. i don't keep track though.. so maybe a week or two? i'm sorry.. oh! i might have something that i wrote down and dated that i could look at!" excitedly nodding his head, zane dug about in his hoodie's pockets. he obviously didn't pull out his bouncy ball, but more sticky notes that he had discarded into that particular hoodie previously. he pulled out pink, yellow, blue, and green sticky notes, all with writing on them. zane flipped through them before frowning. nope, not one of the sticky notes he had wrote on had any dates.
silly zane then. he should probably try to write dates down then. huh. stuffing the notes back into his pockets, zane looked up at the girl before he answered the rest of her questions. "the mistress maron does whatever she wants i guess.. i mean, it is her house she's letting us live in. so i'd imagine she'd be able to dress us up however she pleases. except those frilly, fancy things never did do it for me. i immediately took everything off and hid it away someplace. she wasn't too pleased, but ahh.. i don't care. she's not going to tell me what i'm going to wear all the time." finishing his tirade, zane pouted.
he really didn't like the maron trying to tell him to dress up and such. he really didn't. thus, his constant attempts to thwart her ideas that he would look absolutely dashing in a victorian era outfit. no way jose. he wasn't going to get into something like that. he quite enjoyed his bright colors and hoodies thank you very much. looking up at the blonde girl's face, zane smiled brightly. "I don't think i've ever made a friend so fast in my life…." "I'm angelette. though most people call me angel." eyes sparkling with excitement zane stretched his lips further into a grin. that was a really pretty name.
"nice to meet you angel! i would... introduce myself, but.. i already did.." trailing off slightly, zane was curious when angel sat up quickly without warning and poked the pocket on zane's hoodie with the bouncy ball in it. blinking and looking down, zane tilted his head. "what d'you have there…?" meeting angel's eyes, zane smiled bigger, if possible. he pulled out the colored ball and held it out to her. "a really neat bouncy ball!" he answered cheerily, before the smile on his face faded at the wince she gave.
she seemed to dislike the way the clothes were placed on her. well, with all those frills and frumpy stuff, zane couldn't imagine anyone being able to stand that. "i hate clothing…." "what's the point of them?" blinking, zane tilted his head as he gripped the bouncy ball in his outstretched hand. huh. what was the point of clothes again? to well, clothe ones personal bits he guessed. but other than that, everyone seemed to be so.. uppity about their clothing. zane never really thought about that. eyes glazing somewhat over at his intense mental conversation about clothing, he didn't notice angel tug at her clothes with nimble fingers.
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