Post by Alecks Kristauf on Apr 22, 2010 23:07:09 GMT -5
ALECKSANDER DEMETRI KRISTAUF
See the strange boy talking to his shadow
He‘s got a secret to tell
His imaginary friend knows everything
Don't let him get out
See the strange boy talking to his shadow
He‘s got a secret to tell
His imaginary friend knows everything
Don't let him get out
Age: Eighteen
Experience: Three years
How You Found Us: Through an ad somewhere! I have a terrible memory so I don’t remember where…
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Nickname(s): Alecks.
Gender: Male.
Age: Fifteen.
Birthday: October fourteenth.
Sexuality: Homosexual.
Grade: Freshman.
Canon or OC: Cannon.
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Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 150 lbs.
Clothing Style: Eclectic. It seems like Alecks takes on a new persona every day appearance wise. His standard outfits mostly consist of just colorful t-shirts and jeans. Always covered in charcoal or paint of course.
Distinguishing Marks or Physical Traits: Alecks has a few scars on his back and legs from the occasional beating from a bully, but other than that nothing.
Played by: John Patrick Amedori.
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Dislikes: homophobes, ‘guy liner‘, bad excuses, money, abuse, religion, when girls hit on him, drugs, yelling, smudging his art work, chocolate ice cream, fake people, violence, when people try to read his journal, tripping, headaches, alcohol, seafood.
Strengths:
-Talented artist.
-Unaffected by the comments by other people about his sexuality.
-Extremely reliable.
Weaknesses:
-Naïve.
-Really hard on himself when it comes to his artwork.
-He’s a sucker for a boy with pretty eyes.
Fears :
-That something will happen to him and he’ll never be able to make art again.
-Speaking in front of large groups of people.
-Fire. For some reason it just freaks him out.
Goals:
-To have a successful career in art and make a name for himself as an artist.
-To ‘fall in love’, as cheesy as it sounds coming from a fifteen year old.
Overall Personality:
THE UNAFFECTED
Alecks has gotten used to being the kid that everybody beats up on. It has just become such a typical occurrence for him that he barely notices it anymore. Whether he was arguing with his brother over something stupid or getting picked on by the big jock kids at school, Alecks has always been somewhat of an easy target for teasing or bullying. Especially since he came out of the closet when he was twelve. The odd thing is it has never really affected Alecks in the way it would affect most people. Alecks really does have a tough skin in both a literal and figurative sense. It takes a lot to make him really upset, and it takes even more effort to make him cry. Alecks realizes that the only opinion of him that should matter to him is his own, and he has always liked himself. So he is perfectly content with sitting back and letting people think whatever they want about him.
THE INNOCENT
Despite the tough skin when it comes to warding off the insults of others, Alecks is quite vulnerable. He really makes it easy for people to take advantage of him He’s one of the people that can see the beauty of almost any situation and can see the best in every person, even his brother. He shares the view that everybody is truly a good person deep down, and sometimes they just get lead astray and need a little nudge in the right direction to get back on track. Because of this naïve belief, Alecks is quick to trust even the most despicable of people. This readiness to trust those who don’t deserve it has gotten Alecks entangled in a few situations that he really would have preferred to not be in, but for some reason he refuses to change his viewpoint. He really is the unrelenting optimist.
RELIABLE
Alecks is one of those kids that you can always depend on, no matter what happens. The kid has a good head on his shoulders and a somewhat strong set of morals. He doesn’t drink and he doesn’t smoke and every day he requests that his brother quit smoking, no matter how many times his suggestions are shot down. Alecks is fully dedicated to both his craft and his schoolwork. If he tells somebody that he’s going to do something then you can really count on it getting done, and that the finished product will of the highest possible standard. Alecks knows what it’s like to be let down, so he does everything in his power to make sure that he doesn’t let people suffer that same kind of disappointment.
THE ARTIST
Alecks is your typical teenaged, starry-eyed artist. He was born an artist and he’ll die an artist. Alecks has been painting and drawing for as long as he can remember, and his lifelong dream has been to share his artistic vision with the rest of the world. He’s determined to make the world prettier one painting at a time. It maybe somewhat of a far-fetched idea, but Alecks being a dreamer kind of goes hand in hand with being an artist. Any excess moment that Alecks has that isn’t being spent painting is being dedicated to his daydreams. Alecks also tends to be a big on the eccentric side at times. Sometimes he can be fun and outgoing and the best person you could ever possibly talk to, and the next day he could be a foul anti-social creature. It all depends on what kind of mood he’s in.
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Father: Victor Kristauf - CPA - 38 years old
Sibling(s): Twin brother - Kain Kristauf - Fifteen
Pets: Nito - his kitten
Other Family: Nobody that vital to Alecks.
Nationality: Russian.
Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut
Overall History:
Victor and Marina Kristauf were high school sweethearts. He was the high school quarterback and she was the popular cheerleader. It was a match made in heaven. They started dating during their sophomore year of high school and dated for four years before getting married at the ages of twenty and twenty-one. It didn‘t take long before Marina was pregnant. The day the twins were born was the happiest day of Victor and Marina’s life. It’s funny how things can change like that.
Most of Alecks' childhood was quite normal. He was a great student; he loved his family and he had a close group of friends. Despite their differences, Alecks and Kain had gotten along quite well. They each had their own lives with their own friends, but still had time to hang out with each other. Teasing and bullying was a daily occurrence for little Alecks. But he never complained. He just endured the teasing, and even tried to laugh along with it. Growing up he hadn’t been like the other boys. He didn’t want to get dirty and play sports; he would have rather stayed at home and drawn pictures or read a book. And then one day when he was about twelve years old Alecks shared his first kiss with another boy and things just kind of clicked in his mind. In the moment of excitement Alecks dashed home to tell his parents about what he thought of as wonderful news. But for some reason his parent and him weren’t on the same wavelength. Go figure.
Alecks chose to wait until dinner that night so he could tell everyone about it in one fell swoop. But when he stood up and announced it to his parents, the reaction was not what he had been expecting at all. His mother sat there and looked heartbroken, and his dad just hung his head in what looked like embarrassment. Kain was the only one that hadn’t seemed to be affected by the news. And if he had been affected he hadn’t showed any kind of outward signs of it. When Alecks sat back down and tried to discuss it with his parents they would hear none of it. They just dismissed the subject like it was something that they should be ashamed of, so Alecks just let the subject drop.
About two weeks after Alecks came out to his parents it was announced that they were going to be moving to Brooklyn New York. Although they didn’t offer an explanation for their sudden decision, it was obvious to Alecks what they were doing. They figured if they distanced him from ‘that boy that corrupted him’ then he would outgrow this whole ‘homosexual thing’. Much to their surprise he didn’t ‘outgrow’ it. He refuted any of their attempts to get him to date females and he found his refuge from them in his art.
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RP Sample:
A passing car had managed to bring Jordan from his slumber that morning. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed and they dropped, Jordan was surprised that they were meant with the ground. At the beginning of the tour he had gotten dibs on the top bunk, so why was he suddenly on the bottom? Looking down, Jordan didn't recognize the carpeting. He rubbed his eyes and squinted but nothing changed. In a panic he lifted his head and looked around the room to realize that he was in a hotel room. It wasn't just a hotel room either, it looked like a honey moon suite. How Jordan had gotten to where he had woken up was beyond his comprehension. It wasn't unusual for Jordan to wake up in strange places with no idea how he got there, or what had happened the night before. Because that was what happened the few times he chose to have alcohol, and well weed just did weird things to his mind. But this one probably beat out all the other times.
But when Jordan looked down at what he was wearing, his confusion only grew a little more. He was as naked as the day he was born. That was with the exception of a red bow-tie around his neck. Jordan took a second look around the room and noted that there were clothes littered everywhere. Jordan knew that they couldn't all possibly belong to him. In fact he could point out the clothes he had been wearing at the show the night before. They were folded neatly in the corner, with his shoes still tied and placed on top carefuly. Most of the clothes littered around the room looked like they belonged to a bride and groom. There was a large white wedding dress, and pieces of a suit were drapped over everything. Now Jordan was more than confused. When he finally stood up from the bed, he threw on his clothes in a hurry, looking around nervously as he did so. When he was finally fully clothes, Jordan began to make his way to what he assumed was the kitchen.
The place was nice. Maybe Jordan would have to start staying in these kinds of places more often. Screw regular hotel rooms. When Jordan finally stood in the kitchen he found a small note on the counter. It read 'Thanks for last night.' Underneath it had two cellphone numbers and was signed Suzanna and Jimmy. Underneath the note were five twenty-dollar bills. After finding that, Jordan didn't even know what to say. "Did I just exchange money for sex...?"
It didn't take long for Jordan to figure out where he was. He had an incredible sense of direction. And within twenty-minutes he found himself in front of the Bring Your Own Booze tour-bus. He practically ran in and was relieved to find no one else there. Jordan jumped right into the shower and literally covered himself in soap. God knows what he did last night. Well apparently so do Suzanna and Jimmy, but that's besides the point. After his shower Jordan threw on some pajamas, climbed up onto his bunk and went to sleep. He wasn't totally sure if they had a show that night. But the last thing he wanted to do was be tired at a show. then he was no fun, and that's what shows were all about. Having fun. He was asleep for about an hour before he was awakened by the sound of someone getting on the tour bus. Since he was too tired to go see who it was, Jordan just lay in bed for a while. Whoever it was sounded busy. And then a voice pierced the silence.
Jordan immediately recognized the voice that broke the silence that had previously enveloped him. After their numerous years of making and playing music together, that accent was unmistakable to him. He was relieved that it was Zepplin and not Faun. Because although Zepplin was probably going to ask where he had been last night, from what he expected she didn't already have a story planned out in her head for what he did last night. And well...Faun ALWAYS had a story describing Jordan's escapades. And normally they involved midgets, aliens, strippers, or sometimes all three. And even when Jordan told him what had really happened (if he remembered) Faun never fully believed what Jordan told him. Most of the time, it was amusing, but considering the fact that Jordan really didn't know what he had done last night would make it less funny. And knowing Faun's stories, it would probably scare Jordan...a lot. "Zeppelinnnn, love of my life." Jordan drew his voice out a bit so he sounded a bit like a child. But from the deep and rough sound of his voice, one could tell that he was still half-asleep. "I miss you."[/blockquote][/size][/QUOTE]
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