Post by lexfrancishall on Apr 14, 2011 15:42:38 GMT -7
lex FRANCIS hall
"Call me anything you want. But 'Lexy.' You call me that, I kick your ass to the sun."
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name:lex francis hall
Nickname(s): baby, sweety; really any pet name will do.
Gender: male
Age: seventeen
Birthdate: june 3rd 1993
Sexuality: straight as a ruler....he thinks. maybe. yeah.
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: alexander the great, who else?
Played By: Sean Faris
Grade: senior
Boarding: yes
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: six feet even
Weight: 210
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: brown
Build: muscular and tan, very fit, very proud of it
Scars: none
Piercings/Tattoos: none
Personal Style: he has a varied style that always falls under the category of "jock." he has been known to rock sweats and a tee-shirt with the sleeves cut off, but this is only before or after basketball practice. he likes looser jeans that sit around his hips, and tee shirts that are soft. he likes v-necks, because they show of his pec muscles. he only wears doc martins and he has a woven bracelet that is on his left wrist. he wears it for luck.
Appearance: lex is a man. he has a good, strong jaw, and a dimpled chin. his ears are slightly larger than normal, but the tops of them are covered by his dark chocolate locks. he keeps his hair short, so it doesnt poof out, but he always has the signature curl across his forehead. his eyes are brown, and cool. he knows that he is the shit, so they are usually never anything but arrogant. if his eyes change, oh shit. something happened.
his lips are full and he has a cupid's bow upper lip. there is a beauty mark on the right side of his lip, right above it. his nose is long and straight, but there is the slightest bump where it was broken once during a basketball game. his cheeks are high and his face is long and ruggedly beautiful.
he seems to be a giant, even though he is not that tall. maybe it is because of his overwhelming ego. he is very physically strong, and his body is chiseled. there is a smattering of chocolate hair on his chest, and a treasure trail that he keeps neatly trimmed. his nails are always short. he is very tan, and makes sure that his skin is always looking its best. his feet are size twelves. his biceps are 20 inches around, and he can lift over 375 pounds.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: he loves chocolate, reading, winning, alchohol, attention, excersize, logic, cooking his own food, being flirted with, rejecting people
Dislikes: alchohol, eating things he hasnt prepared, losing, people he cares about leaving him, being told that he is wrong, plans that fall through, milk, being interupted, being called lexy, and not being clean
Dreams: he doesnt need dreams. he gets everything he wants. whether anyone will give it to him, or not.
Fears: trusting others, eating food that hasnt been prepared by him, being close to those who might leave him
Habits/Hobbies: he bites his nails if they arent short enough. he loves to read, surprisingly, and spends an hour each night reading. he likes to exercise and be fit and healty, but sometimes takes it overboard, running himself to sickness. he cant sit still either. he likes to move, or have something to do. if he has to be still he will either beatbox, or tap out a rhythm on the table.
Secret(s): he is a closet bi-sexual, and his nosebleeds and fevers are back....
Personality: lex is very arrogant and narcissistic. he loves to win and be right. he loves attention, and demands to be called the Great in RSOR meetings. he cant stand being shut down by girls (or guys) that he likes, and instantly flies off into a rage. he has a mighty temper, but he shoves it down in times of trouble. he is a great leader, and never backs down from a challenge. this sometimes alienates him from his team and his classmates.
lex however, is very neurotic, to the point of almost OCD. he likes to look neat and be neat. he takes an inordinate amount of time fixing his appearance. but if you call him metrosexual he will break your arm. his neatness seeps outwards into his living spaces and his school life. his handwriting is neat and blocky, and his notes are color coded and organized. he gets very upset and uncomfortable if things arent the way he wants them to be. he either has to fix it, or get rid of the problem completely.
he is also very insecure. what he fears most is betrayal. this stems from a lingering wound left from his first life. he doesnt trust anyone. ever. this makes him a fiend in both romantic and platonic relationships. he doesnt know how to exist without the people that he has relatioships with, but he cant deal with the possibility that they could leave him. he pushes them away with sarcasm and blatant narcissism.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: marisa reagan hall, 43, librarian
Father: francis gregory hall, 47, lawyer and basketball coach (not at this school)
Siblings: none. lex is the best they could get after all. (his words)
Other: none
Pets: yes! he is an adorable dumbass. his name is iskanderan. and he lives with lex's parents in their house.
Hometown: boston, massachusets
History:
lex was born to frank and marissa hall, a young, newly-wedded couple living in boston. the relationship between parents was strained but holding. they got married because of marissa's pregnancy, and the tension has increased over the years. lex jokes insecurely that he was all they needed in a child, when the real reason for his being alone was that his parents have seperate bedrooms. his childhood was filled with quiet dinners and his parents trying to earn their place as "favorite." in this way, lex's life was very opposite.
but his family was always united in one front. lex contracted leukemia when he was six years old. he spent a year and a half in chemotherapy before the cancer went into remission. it completely destroyed his immune system. he has spent a total of 36 months in the hospital in spurts since that year.
he started to remember things when he was eight. it was during recess in elementary school. he had only meant to play dodgeball with his friends. but something seemed familiar, and he told his teammates to change their tactics. they ended up winning the game, and that is when all of the memories came rushing back to him. he didnt realize what he was until his family moved and he started to attend riverside as a freshman. they finally gave his condition a name: reincarnation.
his memories gave him the upperhand in his life. soon he was the captain of the basketball team, and in his junior year became one of the leaders of the RSOR. the remaining leaders saw him for his leadership, and his determination for winning. they chose him for his logic, his political insight, and his ability to see the different side of situations. surprisingly, at least to lex, he was very close to not getting onto the panel. it was one vote that decided his fate, and he vowed to never come that close to losing again.
his pride in winning and his past grew into arrogance and his family cowered in his wake. they now shun his presence, and have collapsed in on themselves. the eroiding of their relationship with lex has now brought frank and marissa closer together. they are even thinking of having another child....
this unexpected exuent of his parents has made lex resentful. he doesnt trust anyone or anything. his love belongs to Iskanderan, the dog he so lovingly named after himself. he struggles with the loneliness of his past lives, of his personality and his narcissism. he fails to see why people cant love him as much as he loves himself. his past lives also bring about another issue. he discovered that he is a bi-sexual. this knowledge is putting a strain on his relationship with his teammates. they do not know what to make of him locking himself in the bathroom to change.
lex is hoping that people will start respecting him, and his perfection. god knows that he wont be the one changing.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: kelsey, kelso, whatever you fancy
Other Characters: gonna have an anne boylen character soon....hopefully
Age: 16
Time Zone: midwest
Post Sample:The nearly inaudible sound of her feet on the ground was the only whisper in the air. It was cold. Bitterly cold. Her bare feet should have been black, frozen solid in the blistering wind and frozen snow. But it felt like sand, warm underneath her toes. She curled them under into the slush and sighed. No mist appeared from her mouth, only a whistle of air through barely-there lungs.
Her hair was the brightest halo of red frizz. This was the only color in her. Skin, covered only by two simple strips of pale grey silk, was as pure as the snow. Eyes as black as peat, and older than the new millennia.
They called her many things: Red Hood, the White Lily, the Timer.
She was Aislinn, Vision.
This was her purpose, to walk this mortal world and make things age. She was successful in her work, the most venerated of all of the Hands. Many lifetimes had passed through her delicate fingers. She had witnessed the birth of billions, the deaths of many more.
Siberia was her current post.
She stood on the outskirts of the nearest village. It was dead quiet, blackest of night. Her perfect mental clock said it was 3:27. She could feel the warmth of the sun, still far enough below the horizon to keep the night dark. Dawn was approaching.
Aislinn walked swiftly, too swiftly to be human, to and through the village. She felt everything age one day as she passed it. A twinge in her chest as she felt an elderly woman, six houses over, grow her last day, and begin her tumble into the After. A flare in her stomach as she felt a woman wake up two houses in the other direction. Her water had just broken.
New life, old life. Balance.
She was almost through the city. There was a small boy-child, running in between the houses at the end of the main road. Aislinn kept walking, sure of her invisibility and safety.
“Who are you?” the child cried suddenly in Russian. The Hand stopped dead in her tracks and turned her head towards the boy. His eyes were swollen shut, and he was scarred and thin. Blind, she realized swiftly.
“Never you mind,” she rasped in her ethereal timbre. All languages in one. The boy gasped loudly and stepped backwards. He began chattering rapidly in Russian and she had to concentrate on listening to him, more than she had in many years. As far as it went, it was rambling. There were only two words that mattered to her: “the Hands.”
How did this child, the pitiful blind boy-child of this village, know about the Hands? That he knew of her was not interesting in the least. The Hands were known by many cultures, many time frames, as many things. Angels. Gods. Faeries.
But no one knew their true name.
Aislinn turned from the boy, and if there were blood in her veins, she would’ve blushed. He reached out and grabbed her arm, and she started, shouting out a warning before his vice like grip was broken and his hand left her skin.
He aged before her eyes, adult, to elderly man. Her eyes widened in horror and she whispered apologies in every language she knew.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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