Post by alexander jay g.torres on Nov 30, 2013 8:24:32 GMT
[smear:000000]ALEXANDER JAY GARCÍA TORRES[/smear:006b36]
twenty-one · male · 5'6" · 135lbs · homosexual · scouts
♦ PERSONALITY ♦
argumentative · boyish · daring · petty · sharp · sociable · vivacious
The way Alex behaves most of the time suggests he stopped growing up a while ago or he just hasn't properly grasped the severity of the circumstances he lives in. He's reckless and, sometimes, a liability on the other side of the barricade because it's like he purposely chooses to do the exact opposite of what you ask him to do. If he doesn't like something, he'll let you know, be it in the shape of a snide and unnecessary comment or a stubborn and snippy protest. Headstrong, impulsive and quarrelsome, he probably should've died a while ago and it may be that his survival up until now can be put down to simple luck. Or how his stepbrother, despite his flaws, seems to keep a displeased eye out for him.
It takes a lot to bring him down; he's lost a lot, almost everything, much like most of the other survivors, but he's still got a bit of a happy-go-lucky attitude about him and sees the glass more often as half full rather than half empty. To be frank, people who do nothing but mope around just irritate him. There's nothing that can be done about what's happened up until now. So those few that do nothing but lament their losses can expect one of Alex's blunt comments. Everyone's been through hell, done regretful things, wished things could've turned out different, but dragging everyone down isn't going to fix anything. But then sometimes overly peppy people just rub him the wrong way too... there's just no pleasing him at times. Don't get him wrong; Alex loves nothing better than some chatter over a drink, he's just a bit picky when it comes to choosing people he actually likes. Most of the time he isn't the easiest person to get along with.
Overall, Alex isn't a bad person. He enjoys a good laugh, knows how to have a good time and his morals aren't all screwed up. He can come off as a selfish kid, a mouthy brat or an ignorant clown but he draws the line where it has to be drawn.
It takes a lot to bring him down; he's lost a lot, almost everything, much like most of the other survivors, but he's still got a bit of a happy-go-lucky attitude about him and sees the glass more often as half full rather than half empty. To be frank, people who do nothing but mope around just irritate him. There's nothing that can be done about what's happened up until now. So those few that do nothing but lament their losses can expect one of Alex's blunt comments. Everyone's been through hell, done regretful things, wished things could've turned out different, but dragging everyone down isn't going to fix anything. But then sometimes overly peppy people just rub him the wrong way too... there's just no pleasing him at times. Don't get him wrong; Alex loves nothing better than some chatter over a drink, he's just a bit picky when it comes to choosing people he actually likes. Most of the time he isn't the easiest person to get along with.
Overall, Alex isn't a bad person. He enjoys a good laugh, knows how to have a good time and his morals aren't all screwed up. He can come off as a selfish kid, a mouthy brat or an ignorant clown but he draws the line where it has to be drawn.
♦ HISTORY ♦
born november 26th · student in harper college · local
Alex's life, despite what he might tell you, was rather easy. He had a mum who stood by him and doted on him, sometimes babying him too much and letting him get away with murder. She wasn't a believer in punishment that relied on physical scoldings which Alex probably could have done with because the boy generally got used to things going his way and guilt-tripping his mother into lessening his grounding. Alex's dad was a no-show right from the very start since what his parents had when he was conceived wasn't exactly an official thing, they were more of a fling over the Valentine's day period and Alex was a surprise for the both of them. Although he never saw the man, or had any interest in getting to know him, his child allowance was never late.
The years of Alex's early childhood breezed by as easily as you could expect them too, spending his time playing, being a nuisance and doing what kids do. Around the age of five his mother got herself a boyfriend, one that already had a son of his own - a weird kid called Lorcan six years his senior with the weirdest eyes he'd ever seen on a guy - and even that was easy to adapt too. Fair enough, his stepdad wasn't so lenient on Alex getting out of scoldings when he'd misbehaved and Lorcan wasn't the most friendliest brother he could have but, eh, it was nice to have a full house.
A full house which soon got even fuller. More or less a year after moving in with the two Nights, a Luca was born. A tiny thing that cried too much and seemed to do nothing but poop. Smelly runt. If someone had told Alex that babies were as much work as Luca was he would've had something to say about sharing his mum's attention so much.
His teenage years were probably the bumpiest years of his life up until the outbreak. With the house filled with a young child, a boisterous teenager and an almost-adult who wanted his space, the family had to move into a larger house. Which meant changing schools. Which meant new people. Which brought a whole lot of unwanted drama into his life. Alex found himself in a complicated relationship with a boy he'd known back in his kiddie years - a handsome thing called Zephyr who had a very conservative father - while trying to maintain a sort of balance between his classwork and a group of students that seemed to find some sick entertainment in bringing him trouble.
It'd ended painfully, both in heart and body. Zephyr was sent away to some boarding school a few hours away and Alex got himself suspended from his hellish school after snapping and losing his nerve. The only good thing that came from it was that he was allowed back to his old school, where all his friends were still, and after all that he swore to not involve himself in any sort of emotional relationship. That crap could wait until he was older or something because he'd honestly had a gutful of it all.
But then the outbreak happened. Somehow, their family survived the first bout of chaos together; where society collapsed in it entirety and sometimes other people were more dangerous than the undead threat outside. For a while, they managed to buckle down comfortably in their house, but that only lasted until when food and water became scarce, that was when everything went downhill for them. His stepfather was a reckless man, underestimating the danger outside and he was who almost lead them all to a bloodied demise. It all happened so fast. He'd thought that they'd be safe in numbers, but then the idiot with shit for brains didn't think that a gun would attract more of them. The gunshots brought them out of what seemed like nowhere, crawling from any nook and cranny like rats in a sewer. They were overwhelmed within minutes.
If it weren't for Lorcan's cool-headed thinking, they wouldn't have gotten away unscathed. But not before they saw their stepfather cling to his mother, his own cowardice at dying alone impeding her escape.
The years of Alex's early childhood breezed by as easily as you could expect them too, spending his time playing, being a nuisance and doing what kids do. Around the age of five his mother got herself a boyfriend, one that already had a son of his own - a weird kid called Lorcan six years his senior with the weirdest eyes he'd ever seen on a guy - and even that was easy to adapt too. Fair enough, his stepdad wasn't so lenient on Alex getting out of scoldings when he'd misbehaved and Lorcan wasn't the most friendliest brother he could have but, eh, it was nice to have a full house.
A full house which soon got even fuller. More or less a year after moving in with the two Nights, a Luca was born. A tiny thing that cried too much and seemed to do nothing but poop. Smelly runt. If someone had told Alex that babies were as much work as Luca was he would've had something to say about sharing his mum's attention so much.
His teenage years were probably the bumpiest years of his life up until the outbreak. With the house filled with a young child, a boisterous teenager and an almost-adult who wanted his space, the family had to move into a larger house. Which meant changing schools. Which meant new people. Which brought a whole lot of unwanted drama into his life. Alex found himself in a complicated relationship with a boy he'd known back in his kiddie years - a handsome thing called Zephyr who had a very conservative father - while trying to maintain a sort of balance between his classwork and a group of students that seemed to find some sick entertainment in bringing him trouble.
It'd ended painfully, both in heart and body. Zephyr was sent away to some boarding school a few hours away and Alex got himself suspended from his hellish school after snapping and losing his nerve. The only good thing that came from it was that he was allowed back to his old school, where all his friends were still, and after all that he swore to not involve himself in any sort of emotional relationship. That crap could wait until he was older or something because he'd honestly had a gutful of it all.
But then the outbreak happened. Somehow, their family survived the first bout of chaos together; where society collapsed in it entirety and sometimes other people were more dangerous than the undead threat outside. For a while, they managed to buckle down comfortably in their house, but that only lasted until when food and water became scarce, that was when everything went downhill for them. His stepfather was a reckless man, underestimating the danger outside and he was who almost lead them all to a bloodied demise. It all happened so fast. He'd thought that they'd be safe in numbers, but then the idiot with shit for brains didn't think that a gun would attract more of them. The gunshots brought them out of what seemed like nowhere, crawling from any nook and cranny like rats in a sewer. They were overwhelmed within minutes.
If it weren't for Lorcan's cool-headed thinking, they wouldn't have gotten away unscathed. But not before they saw their stepfather cling to his mother, his own cowardice at dying alone impeding her escape.
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