Post by dee. on Jan 7, 2008 20:33:16 GMT -5
DUE TO A RECENT PLAYBY CHANGE, HIS APPERANCE ISN'T AS IT SHOULD BE.
why are you here anyway? o_____________.
Name: Gabriel Alexander
“Call me Gabe, thanks.”
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: Male.
Clique: Penny Pinchers please. (:
Clique Status: Eldest, mayhaps?
Picture:
Play by: Gaspard Ulliel.
Appearance: Gabe has never been quite tough looking enough for his taste. With a cool, pale complexion matched with greyish eyes that ladies might call 'brooding', a nose that doesn't look like it's ever been punched, and a mass of light golden hair - he looks perfectly respectable – handsome, even. Perhaps the only way that Gabriel could toughen his appearance would be to grow out his hair into long menacing tangles – but this attempt, he discovered a few years back, made him look even more ridiculous. So he keeps his hair clipped to a medium length against his neck, his attempts at making himself any more masculine for the moment foiled. Which wouldn't matter if he was complimented for it rather then annoyed.
Gabriel’s got one of those average boy bodies where he can gorge himself for hours and still look as lean as before. His muscles have some definition, but not as much as a true athlete or as little as a couch potato. Gabriel's most frequent mode of exercise are the long walks he goes on, no matter if he's at home or at school. His body parts – hands, ears, knees – are all normal and don't stick out as particularly ugly or beautiful- except for his feet, in his own opinion. Gabe always secretly thought that his feet were abnormally prettier then other guys, which is odd, given the fact that most feet are a bit odd in their own way.
In his mind, he’d rather be average, not over amazing or terrible looking like some males he’d prefer not mentioning. Though he certainly cares about the way he looks, mind you, constantly fussing over his hair or if his attire is too noisy for that particular day. At usual times, when out of uniform, Gabe can be seen in casual dress; whether that be a plain t-shirt and jeans or a buttoned up dress shirt with it sleeves tucked up and bottom hanging over his jeans. Simple, yet sophisticated.
Personality: Many have attempted to delve into the being that truly is Gabriel Alexander, through his light and fluffy, French exterior down to the thing he really is. And even more, have failed.
In truth, Gabe has always wished to be accepted, even if he hides his true self with a relatively beaten exterior. As the constant threat of society weighs down upon him, he instinctively attempts to stand all despite it. Not that it always works. Can’t blame a kid for trying.
To those whom he calls enemies, Gabriel hardly give a second glance. Other than a scowl. And another glance... Most simply stick their finger in his face chiding him about sitting straight, or tucking in his shirt. As well as the usual name callings and whatnot. And it isn’t that Gabe sits there and takes it, it’s that there’s nothing he /can/ do about it but sit their and take it. Like a man, supposedly.
To friends, a lighter, happier side is shown. Without the threat of the over-exaggerated cliques mindlessly walking about, Gabe has no problem with acting like a normal teenage boy should. Along with his quite laugh, his handsome smile, and a generally happy-go-lucky persona, this young man certainly has a way with humor. Whether that be cracking a joke or cheering up someone who is down, Gabriel knows his way around normal people. The lovely perfects are a different story.
Being an imaginable fellow, his mind constantly wanders. It’s a wonder he keeps up with average grades. Doodling on nubs of paper or staring out a window, there’s no holding his attention for too long. Unless he’s being fussy over organization –as he’s a complete clean freak- or his hair –as he never wants it to look too terribly terrible- of course.
History: no. D:
Fears:
- death.
- ending up homeless.
- falling.
- spiders, or any other crawly thing for that matter.
Likes:
- guys.
- books.
- drawing, when no one is looking...
- taking walks.
- vanilla ice cream.
- sky-blue; the color.
- coffee.
- the smell of candles / matches.
- being warm.
- hats.
Dislikes:
- most beings of the female gender.
- extreme temperatures.
- having to hide the fact “Yes, I’m girly. No, I can’t do anything about. Yes, I kinda-sorta-maybe like it.”
- snow.
- spicy foods.
- “holier than thou” people.
- wearing suits; srsly.
- mushrooms.
- being dirty, most of the time. (;
- paper cuts. (who doesn’t?)
Dreams:
- to be accepted for once, even just a little.
- to push a “Pretty Face” and/or “Handsome Eye” down the stairs. then book it in the other direction.
- to make something out of himself.
Anything you'd like to add? i’m chargin mah laz0rz.
aaaand i’m writing my history as we speak. but i might die. so, yes.
why are you here anyway? o_____________.
Name: Gabriel Alexander
“Call me Gabe, thanks.”
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: Male.
Clique: Penny Pinchers please. (:
Clique Status: Eldest, mayhaps?
Picture:
Play by: Gaspard Ulliel.
Appearance: Gabe has never been quite tough looking enough for his taste. With a cool, pale complexion matched with greyish eyes that ladies might call 'brooding', a nose that doesn't look like it's ever been punched, and a mass of light golden hair - he looks perfectly respectable – handsome, even. Perhaps the only way that Gabriel could toughen his appearance would be to grow out his hair into long menacing tangles – but this attempt, he discovered a few years back, made him look even more ridiculous. So he keeps his hair clipped to a medium length against his neck, his attempts at making himself any more masculine for the moment foiled. Which wouldn't matter if he was complimented for it rather then annoyed.
Gabriel’s got one of those average boy bodies where he can gorge himself for hours and still look as lean as before. His muscles have some definition, but not as much as a true athlete or as little as a couch potato. Gabriel's most frequent mode of exercise are the long walks he goes on, no matter if he's at home or at school. His body parts – hands, ears, knees – are all normal and don't stick out as particularly ugly or beautiful- except for his feet, in his own opinion. Gabe always secretly thought that his feet were abnormally prettier then other guys, which is odd, given the fact that most feet are a bit odd in their own way.
In his mind, he’d rather be average, not over amazing or terrible looking like some males he’d prefer not mentioning. Though he certainly cares about the way he looks, mind you, constantly fussing over his hair or if his attire is too noisy for that particular day. At usual times, when out of uniform, Gabe can be seen in casual dress; whether that be a plain t-shirt and jeans or a buttoned up dress shirt with it sleeves tucked up and bottom hanging over his jeans. Simple, yet sophisticated.
Personality: Many have attempted to delve into the being that truly is Gabriel Alexander, through his light and fluffy, French exterior down to the thing he really is. And even more, have failed.
In truth, Gabe has always wished to be accepted, even if he hides his true self with a relatively beaten exterior. As the constant threat of society weighs down upon him, he instinctively attempts to stand all despite it. Not that it always works. Can’t blame a kid for trying.
To those whom he calls enemies, Gabriel hardly give a second glance. Other than a scowl. And another glance... Most simply stick their finger in his face chiding him about sitting straight, or tucking in his shirt. As well as the usual name callings and whatnot. And it isn’t that Gabe sits there and takes it, it’s that there’s nothing he /can/ do about it but sit their and take it. Like a man, supposedly.
To friends, a lighter, happier side is shown. Without the threat of the over-exaggerated cliques mindlessly walking about, Gabe has no problem with acting like a normal teenage boy should. Along with his quite laugh, his handsome smile, and a generally happy-go-lucky persona, this young man certainly has a way with humor. Whether that be cracking a joke or cheering up someone who is down, Gabriel knows his way around normal people. The lovely perfects are a different story.
Being an imaginable fellow, his mind constantly wanders. It’s a wonder he keeps up with average grades. Doodling on nubs of paper or staring out a window, there’s no holding his attention for too long. Unless he’s being fussy over organization –as he’s a complete clean freak- or his hair –as he never wants it to look too terribly terrible- of course.
History: no. D:
Fears:
- death.
- ending up homeless.
- falling.
- spiders, or any other crawly thing for that matter.
Likes:
- guys.
- books.
- drawing, when no one is looking...
- taking walks.
- vanilla ice cream.
- sky-blue; the color.
- coffee.
- the smell of candles / matches.
- being warm.
- hats.
Dislikes:
- most beings of the female gender.
- extreme temperatures.
- having to hide the fact “Yes, I’m girly. No, I can’t do anything about. Yes, I kinda-sorta-maybe like it.”
- snow.
- spicy foods.
- “holier than thou” people.
- wearing suits; srsly.
- mushrooms.
- being dirty, most of the time. (;
- paper cuts. (who doesn’t?)
Dreams:
- to be accepted for once, even just a little.
- to push a “Pretty Face” and/or “Handsome Eye” down the stairs. then book it in the other direction.
- to make something out of himself.
Anything you'd like to add? i’m chargin mah laz0rz.
aaaand i’m writing my history as we speak. but i might die. so, yes.
