Post by atg on Jun 23, 2009 9:02:35 GMT -7
ALEXANDERJUANCOLBERT
i'm not your boyfriend, baby.
i'm not your cute little sex toy.
i'm not your lion or your tiger.
no, no. i won't be your nasty little boy.
whoa. i'm not your boyfriend, baby.
i can't grant your every wish.
i'm not your knight in shining armor,
so i'll just leave you with this kiss.
kill the lights.
these children learn from cigarette burns,
fast women, fast cars, and cheap drinks.
it feels right.
all these asphyxiated, self medicated:
take the white pill, you'll feel alright.
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[/color]i'm not your boyfriend, baby.
i'm not your cute little sex toy.
i'm not your lion or your tiger.
no, no. i won't be your nasty little boy.
whoa. i'm not your boyfriend, baby.
i can't grant your every wish.
i'm not your knight in shining armor,
so i'll just leave you with this kiss.
kill the lights.
these children learn from cigarette burns,
fast women, fast cars, and cheap drinks.
it feels right.
all these asphyxiated, self medicated:
take the white pill, you'll feel alright.
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• FULL NAME, alexander juan colbert
• NICKNAMES, alex, zan, alexander the great, don juan, and lex.
• DATE OF BIRTH, january second, nineteen eighty seven.
• GENDER, male.
• ETHNICITY, alexander is a mutt of the human race. while he was born in france, his father is from some exotic southern country that alexander never knew for sure. cuba, maybe. obviously, his father was from somewhere else. after all, colbert is not a very cuban name. his mother had a french accent his entire life, but one time he over heard her yelling at his father in an american, texan accent. alexander has no idea what ethnicity is. so, under ethnicity, let's just put not applicable.
• RELIGION, agnostic, leaning toward atheism.
• SEXUALITY, horny. alexander has been known to have sex with both men and women. he, of course, prefers to be the pitcher rather than the catcher for either and all sexual escapades. as long as he has someone to fuck every night or so, he's satisfied.
• OCCUPATION, photographer.
• MEMBER GROUP, resident.
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• HEIGHT & WEIGHT, alexander is a very gangly sort of man. he's a towering six feet and two inches tall. though his height is rather high, his weight is rather low. alexander had never had much of an appetite, but had a very quick metabolism. he weighs, shockingly, one hundred and twelve pounds.
• PIERCINGS & TATTOOS, alexander has never bothered and will never bother with additions to himself. no ink and no metal. not now and, most likely, not ever.
• FASHION SENSE, louis has been known for wearing unusual and rather attention grabbing attire. whatever he finds appealing, he wears. even if the trousers he's found appealing don't always match the top he's found appealing. let's just say, louis has an unusual sense of style.
• DISTINGUISHING FEATURES, several things that have already been listed are distinguishing. his height, his waist line, his unusual style. a few more distinguishing features would be how pale he is. even spending hours in the son, alexander still remains white as milk (or too many hours in the sun, he'll come out red. very red.). his hair is pale, as well. also, his blue eyes are rather milky shade of blue. other than his pale spectrum, his hair is rather noticeable. he wears it long, short, wild, and slick. he wears it in so many different styles, it's hard to keep up.
• PLAYED BY, boyd holbrook.
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• LIKES, alexander, even as moody as he can be and with the terrible past, he managed to still find the good in things. he likes a lot of things. mainly sex, women, and blonde women. when he's thinking with his head and his heart instead of with his penis, though, he likes music, films, and, of course, photography.
• DISLIKES, alexander, honestly, dislikes more than he likes. mainly, he dislikes cigarettes. he dislikes abusive assholes because they remind him of daddy dearest. he dislikes gold diggers and people who try too hard to get attention. he dislikes being lonely.
• TURN-ONS, and these.
• FEARS, that his father will somehow, mysteriously rise from the dead and ruin him. he's afraid that what he feels for whitney, she doesn't feel back.
• SECRETS, he fell in love with his step sister, whitney, during a rough time in their lives. he did everything in his power to find a replacement for her, sleeping with nearly every woman he could find (and even a few men), but failed. now, he's here to find her.
• HABITS/QUIRKS, alexander has a difficult time keeping his hands still. when they're not on someone else, or (in the most private of ways) on himself, he has to be doing something. like, taking photographs. or sketching and writing, typing and texting. when he can't be doing any of those things, he runs his hands over the scruffy hair on his chin or through the front of his hair. his hands usually have a slight shake to them. this usually goes away during intimate moments.
• PERSONALITY, apparently, without meaning to, alexander can be very sensitive. the artistic, moody sort of sensitive. he never notices that he is or when he is in this state of mind, i assume it just happens when you've had such a traumatic past. luckily for him, most people find this moody adorable and it does help with his art.
he tends to wear his i don't give a fuck sort of attitude like a coat. when things are cold between he and two people, he puts on this coat that gives him the warm, fuzzy, and familiar comfort. when things warm up between him and this person, though, the coat comes off to reveal the outfit underneath. the outfit being his warm personality. after getting to know him he can be very sweet, amusing, and charming.
honestly, he rarely gives anybody the oppurtunity to see that warm, sweet, amusing, and charming bit of him. when everyone that is suposed to love you and teach you to be a man lets you down, it's not easy to trust people. it is rare, but it happens.
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• HOMETOWN, alexander was born in paris, france. he lived there until late in his teen years. after his father was murdered he was sent off to live with his mother in rome, italy.
• PARENTS, juan colbert and aliza colbert. alexander always thought of his parents as an older, unhappy, less interesting version of gwen stefani and tony kanal. an exotic man and his very fair skinned wife. both were attractive, but total opposites. they weren't just opposites in appearance, they were opposites in everything. they figured that opposites would attract and that things would be alright with them. they were wrong. shortly after they married and alexander was born they divorced.
• SIBLINGS, he was an only child to juan and aliza. he gained a few step sisters through his father. though, he never thought of them as siblings.
• OTHER SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE,
when alexander was a teenager, early on in his teen years, his father married a single woman with three daughters. he'd like to say that this mother and her three daughters became like family - but his father was far too much of a bastard to let that happen. instead, his step sisters became his allies in the losing fight against his father and his step mother became their savior. so, his main significant other would have to be whitney. the step sister that became more of an ally and further more, a lover.
• HISTORY, juan colbert had always been a little off. and by a little off, i mean this dude was nuts. even in grade school he was a bully, and would beat anyone he pleased. including female students. sure, the guidance counselor tried to help him. sure, he even recommended a shrink. sure, juan even endured a few shock therapy session after anger managment classes failed. he managed, for awhile, to keep his anger and agression down long enough to marry aliza.
aliza had fallen in love with his exotic appearance and large bank account more than for juan. she did love him, though, don't get me - or aliza - wrong. she was no gold digger. she thought he would be the perfect, passionate lover. things changed however, on their wedding night. while she expected to make love and lay in his arms he forced himself on her and threw a few fists. on the most special night of her life, she was left alone and bleeding instead of in the arms of her soul mate.
he usually apologized for his fits. he would usually buy her something pretty and give her a few days of breathing room. then, when the dust had settled, he'd kick her around a bit more. and yes, even during her pregnancy he beat her. that is when she packed up and moved back in with her mother. during the last few months of her pregnancy, though, juan turned up on her door step and begged for her back. straight from his lips to her ears he promised he would get help and that he loved her and would do everything in his power to be a better husband and become a wonderful father. she fell for him all over again. or should i say: fell for it.
shortly after alexander was born the beatings began. aliza was afraid that juan would turn his angry fists to their baby. she couldn't bare to let this happen, so again she packed and left. this time, though, when juan turned up on her door step she handed him over papers for divorce. she lived happily for awhile. she truly was a good mother. she gave alexander exactly what he wanted, but did not spoil him. she taught him how to be a man and how to treat a woman. eventually though, she grew too tired to take care of him any longer. she was growing mentally ill. she was too stressed. she just figured that alexander was old enough to handle his fathers anger.
he had only been home with his father for a few months when the beatings began. a few hits for an eye roll, a nice punch in the stomach for talking back. they grew worse with time, but you get the idea. he was thankful when his father began dating cecilia debuax lefevre. she was beautiful and kept juan out of the house. eventually, though, they were married. she brought three new girls into their home - four if you included cecilia. he expected that his father wouldn't dare beat him or any of them. after all, it was five against one, right? wrong. none of them seemed strong enough or brave enough when the beatings started up again.
in search for comfort, his new sister and himself found each other. it started out simple, hand holding and hugging for too long. it turned into more over time, just like everything else in alexander's life. he fell in love with her and he was sure she loved him, too. why else would she crawl into his beds at night or let him hop into the shower she was already taking? he couldn't think of any other reason for it. it had to be love. they knew, though, that no one would approve of the two of them having such intimate relations. so, they kept it a secret. until, that is, one night when juan found them. he beat the both of them without mercy, saying hurtful words, and making both feel worthless, dirty, and sinful.
that night, whitney attempted to take her own life. she would have succeeded if her mother hadn't pulled her from the bath. alexander, surprisingly for the first time ever, considered killing his father. cecilia beat him to it, though. after his father was buried and cecilia was behind bars he and his step sisters were seperated. he always kept tabs on whitney though, hoping that someday later in life he could find her and they could be together again. for awhile, he let his fathers haunting voice control his thoughts and he tried to forget about their sinful relationship by sleeping with every other woman - and a few men - he could get his hands on.
now, he's in search for the one woman he could never get over.
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[/size][/font]• NAME/ALIAS, kara.
• OTHER CHARACTERS, jonathan meyer wolfsheim.
• ROLEPLAY SAMPLE,
Colby stretched her legs out into the cobblestones of the road, and admired her shoes. She scolded herself for wearing high heels, but that was just who she was and how she dressed. She scolded herself, too, for taking this road. It was shaded, and had little business. There was grass growing between the stones in the road, and moss growing on the building opposite her. She watched as a woman walked passed, a baby nibbling at her exposed breast. A few moments later, a young couple passed, with wrinkled clothing and sparkling eyes. Colby glared at them, and returned her gaze to her shoes.
Tristan had been in Italy over the summer for something involving basketball, Colby had known that when she came here. She had, she would admit this only to herself, come in hopes of seeing him before he went back home. After all, she needed to say good bye to him. She was sure his parents had probably told him why she was here, and that was embarrassing. It still bothered her that she was never sure why he stayed in Italy instead of returning home. Still, it was nice to have him around.
She noticed, suddenly, a quick patter of foot steps and then a small shadow covering her. She looked up and into the face of a little boy. Ciao, she greeted him, smiling lightly. Her Italian was still rough around the edges. Lei odora alquanto, ape deve inseguirla, the young boy babbled out. It took Colby a moment to translate his words. She smiled at Rufio, she was more flattered than annoyed now. She took a sniff of the air, and smelled her own perfume. She was happy to agree with him, she did smell pretty. Ringraziarla. Ciò è buffo, ciò è il mio nome. Sono l'Ape, She thanked him and introduced herself as Bee. The two continued to smile at each other, before Colby looked at the face of her phone.
It had been nearly twenty minutes since she had called Tristan. She had a feeling he was coming, but maybe he wasn’t. She looked back to the boy, who was still admiring her. Lei potrebbe condurrmi a una strada principale? She asked him to lead her to a main road, and the next second he was dragging her by her hand. She laughed and asked him to slow down.
They had been walking for only a few minutes when she heard Tristan’s voice calling out. They continued to walk until they saw him around the corner. She looked down at the little boy holding her hand. That’s my friend, she paused, before repeating herself in Italian. I speak English, he said, before cracking a joke at her bad Italian. She laughed and kissed the top of his head. She dropped his hand and walked, hips swaying, toward Tristan. She threw her arms around his neck. It looks like I have two heroes today, she looked over her should and winked at Rufio, before he ran off.
She looked back to Tristan. His clothes, though they matched, looked quite disheveled and quickly thrown on. She could feel the left corner of her mouth falling into a frown. He had recently dressed himself, which meant he was recently undressed. She leaned forward to press her mouth to his in a quick peck, and could, in fact, smell something sweet on him. She pulled away. Sorry for interrupting you, She said, knowing she had.
