Post by Alec Lightwood on Aug 19, 2013 17:13:45 GMT -5
ALEXANDER GIDEON LIGHTWOOD
* I'm sure you've heard, that's what you get when you let your heart win .
HI THERE. MY NAME IS MEI, AND I AM IN MY LATE TEENS.
I'VE BEEN ROLE PLAYING FOR ABOUT EIGHT YEARS, ON AND OFF.
AND MY OTHER CHARACTER(S) WOULD BE NON-EXISTANT. OH, BY THE WAY, IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS THE BEST WAY TO CONTACT ME IS VIA PM AND THE SUPER SECRET WORD IS ARTEMIS
- - - - nickname(s), Alec
- - - - gender, male
- - - - age, eighteen
- - - - species, Nephilim
- - - - sexuality, homosexual
- - - - status, it's complicated
- - - - occupation, Shadow-hunter
- - - - alliance, light
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- - - - hair, black
- - - - build, slender bordering on thin, muscular but wiry rather than broad
- - - - distinguishing marks, a smattering of scars, easily hidden with a glamour
- - - - height, 6'2”
- - - - fashion sense, practical, and bordering on non-existant
- - - - Play By, Logan Lerman
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- Chinese food
- The scent of sandalwood
- Black clothes
- Visiting Idris
- Dark chocolate
- - - - Alec hates,
[li]Spiders[/li]
[li]White chocolate[/li]
[li]Pink and fluffy things[/li]
[li]Jonathan/Sebastian/Whatever the Hell we're calling him now[/li]
[li]Injustice[/li]
- - - - strengths,
[li]Skilled archer[/li]
[li]Often level headed[/li]
[li]Being a parabatai[/li]
[li]Well-coordinated[/li]
[li]Competent swordsman[/li]
[li]Incredibly loyal[/li]
[li]Unmerciful fighter[/li]
- - - - weaknesses,
[li]His over-protective streak[/li]
[li]Insensitive[/li]
[li]Snobbishness[/li]
[li]At times, stupidly competitive[/li]
[li]Magnus[/li]
[li]Inflated sense of his own authority[/li]
- - - - ambitions,
- To live in Idris
- To kill a greater demon
- To win back Magnus
- - - - super-objective, He wants to go home. He can't really put his finger on why, but he re,members his early childhood in Idris as the happiest time of his life. He wants to purge the place of evil, and settle there, maybe even have something of a family there. He can't think that he would feel at home anywhere else.
- - - - fears,
[li]Spiders[/li]
[li]Umbrellas[/li]
[li]Jonathan/Sebastian/whatever the Hell we're calling him now[/li]
- - - - overall personality,
Alec feels he's grown up a lot in the last few months; first relationship, first demon killed, first battle. He's always tried to be mature for his age, and an ever-increasing amount of that is now genuine. He's always taken being the oldest sibling to heart. As such, he's always tried to take charge. More often than not, he can come across as bossy.
He's blunt, not believing in falsehood. He's always gone ahead and said what he thinks, and he doesn't see much point in beating around the bush. He's not the most sensitive person - he doesn't give much consideration to the thoughts of others before he speaks, so he can say offensive and insensitive things without realising. He values honesty highly, yet is also a secretive person himself. It's only recently that he stopped hiding his homosexuality, and with regards to such things he's quite conservative himself; he doesn't want to sing and dance about it, and it makes him uncomfortable that people took inspiration from his coming out so publicly.
There's an affectionate side to Alec that not so many people get to see. He cares deeply about his family, and is incredibly defensive of them - he puts himself in danger to protect them. He's loyal, and although unused to the over-whelming feelings of 'being in love' he tries hard to be faithful and loyal without being cloying, although his inexperience - and occasional insecurities - makes it difficult. Sometimes he makes mistakes, but he's unafraid to apologise.
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- - - - father's name, Robert Lightwood
- - - - mother's name, Maryse Lightwood
- - - - siblings, Isabelle Lightood, Max Lightwood
- - - - non-blood family, Jace Lightwood
- - - - overall history, minimum of five good sized paragraphs. this is what makes your character who they are. details details details.
- - - - rp sample, [/ul][/ul]Alec shivered as he stepped outside. The air was chill, although he supposed that, it being November, that was really to be expected. A cold wind whipped past him, tugging on the tails of his thick scarf. He wasn't much given to over-thinking things, but in a rare moment of poetry, he had thought how the current weather was a perfect metaphor for how he had been feeling ever since he had ruined things for himself and Magnus. He had known even as he had gone there that he was taking a risk, but he hadn't expected things to go tits-up in quite the way they had. And ever since, he had felt an unshakable chill.
Magnus. He wanted Magnus. That was why he was out here now. He had no demons to hunt, although God knew that was a major priority right now, what with Sebastian - or should he call him Jonathan? No, that wasn't right. He couldn't think of him that way. Jonathan was the name of his parabatai, and the two men couldn't be more different. He didn't like to associate them so closely - on the loose. He needed space, and it seemed that out here in the cold was the best place to find it. Back in the institute, there would be Isabel constantly badgering him with questions that he wouldn't want to answer. He loved her, and felt all the more protective since Max... but that didn't mean that he could cope with her endless enquiries. It had been a case of leave, or argue, and he didn't want to deal with the fallout of an argument. So he had left. It had been the only sensible option.
He didn't bother with a glamour, but the mundanes paid him no attention anyway. That was fine. He wanted to wallow in thoughts and memories of the one person that seemed, in those moments as he strode without purpose down the streets, to truly matter. He was being excessive, he knew. Maybe he was even being ridiculous. Just because someone seemed like your one true love at this age didn't mean they'd stay like that. His parents were proof enough of that. But this felt different. He hadn't done what he had to hurt Magnus, or even to make a statement at all. He'd acted as he had out of love, out of a desperate need to be loved. It was supposed to be a good thing. And it wasn't as though he would necessarily have acted on Camille's words. He just needed to know. Of course, it was useless now. Magnus had made that clear.
He found that he had wandered to a park. The place was exposed to the elements, and the cold air bit at him, even through the thick scarf and woollen coat that he had thrown on. It was quiet. Nobody sane was out in this weather. He took a seat on a bench under the tree. A beautiful stillness had settled. It was almost meditative. He found himself overcome with memories as he sat there. Some of them were purely happy. Others were embarrassing. All of them were painful. He thought he could feel a tear threatening, and pressed his knuckles against his eyes, forcing himself not to cry. But it was tough. He felt so alone. He just wanted to be held. To be reassured. He just wanted Magnus.
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