Post by alexander jay garcía torres on Mar 27, 2013 1:46:51 GMT
Alexander Jay García Torres
Hey, my name is... Alexander Jay García Torres
But most call me... Alex, Jay, Jaybird,Sexy-Lexy, bitch, whatever.
If you want to, you can label me... homosexual
I've been on this earth for... seventeen years
Which means I was born... November 26th
I'm a... student
And only a... fourth year
I have power over...air
My eyes are... amber
And my hair is... mousy brown
One could say... that I'm on the thin side, not malnourished or skeletal but just that... I could use some more meat on my bones? And dare I say elsewhere? *innuendo*
I'm normally seen wearing... clean clothes because - ugh - you'll never see me in anything dirty, well, willingly anyway. I usually wear, like, shirts, waistcoats and slim fitting trousers. Scarves. I have plenty of those things. Love them. And I don't buy any cheap crap, y'know? The stuff that's falling from the seams after one wash. I don't mind setting aside my own money to purchase proper clothes. My wardrobe is, like, my investment.
And I supposedly look like... Ryan Ross. I think he's quite sexy, don't you? No shame.
All round, I'm... not sure exactly. Are there even words to describe me? I think I'm a pretty decent guy. I mean, I know how to have a good time, I'm always up for stuff (by stuff, I mean a lot of stuff, I draw very few lines) and I get along with most people. 'Most' being people who don't mind my attitude at times... which I suppose could be described as... bitchy? Snotty? Maybe even a little bit snobby? Like how I do what I want, I usually say what I want, sometimes coming off as blunt and more often than not I don't think about what's going to happen because of it afterwards. Vive la vida because everything'll come after it.
I'm happy. I hate to be down and I hate being dragged down by other people's moping moods. If you're sulking or upset, I'll probably try to cheer you up. Or maybe I won't and I'll just leave you in your 'emo corner' until your party-pooping ways have ended. Depends, really. I can get a bit two-faced at times, I think, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I crave attention and drama; it's like I thrive on it. If I'm not the center of attention... I sometimes find my way to worm myself into it. I can't help it. It just happens.
Some say I'm 'inappropriately sexual'. Pfft. I say they're fucking prudes. This is the twenty-first century, people! A little sexual conduct ain't gonna hurt no one. Orrr... wait. That, again, depends. On certain things. Buuuuuuut anyway, moving on. If I don't like you, you'll probably be able to tell. I should tell you that I don't like vampires and wolves. And anything that bites, really. Some people have the nerve to say I'm racist. Pfft.They just scare me, that's all.
I'm in love with...myself, sex, Liam, playing guitar, wind instruments, clothes, dancing, eating sweets, cooking, shopping, guyliner, cats, sunny days and sunbathing, make up, music in general, beer, lazy afternoons and mirrors.
Though I detest... dark, dogs, vampires, sharp teeth, forests, scary films, things that go "boo!", the cold, mosquitoes, restringing guitars, getting dirty, mess, being embarrassed and dirty linen.
But my best assets are... playing guitar, my body and... I can drink quite a bit before throwing up?
However my worst are... fidelity, my temper, my need to feel wanted and a certain inability to wake early.
And I dream of...a threesome with Liam and Samson.Opening a dance school.
My life story... born to what seemed appear a normal family at first glance. I had a mum and a dad and I was a single child. I never really complained. Why would I if I didn't have to share my things with anyone but my friends? Plus it just meant that I got all the attention.
After a few years, I began to become aware of something that definitely wasn't normal. My mum took me aside and explained that there was a large possibility that I'd develop powers as I had faerie blood, not just human blood. It took me a while to believe this, even if I was just a gullible kid at the time. But after some time, I came round and eventually believed my mum. I think an angry outburst that caused a sudden blast of gales pretty much proved it to me.
Besides that, nothing much more happened out of the ordinary. After a few clumsy fumblings around with boys, I ended up confirming I was gay. But that wasn't big news. I already had that bit pretty much summed up. But what I wasn't counting on was my supposed dad isn't actually my dad. Turns out I take after a mum in much more than just faerie blood - she tended to sleep around quite the bit before I was born too. So I'm not my father's son. And my real dad is called Alejandro Gaia. A faerie. So I guess that was when I figured out that I'm actually a full-blooded faerie, contrary to what my surname implies. But I like it that way so I kept it.
I was born to... Catalina Ana Aether and Alejandro Gaia.
And also live with... Blythe whatever-his-name-is.
Not to mention... Tootie, my black long-haired cat.
My ooc name is... Bluu[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... seven now?
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
Here's a little sample...Immersed in his doodling of Milo-cat in his diary, Alex didn't notice that Chase was even there until he spotted a stirring of covers out of the corner of his eye. He stopped colouring him in with a purple crayon and twisted his neck around to see his friend, pushing his glasses up his nose with the colour pencil as he did. It'd been a while since he'd last seen Chase properly. He had actually kinda been hanging out with Milo more than the soul fae. Which was weird 'cause, like, Alex liked Chase more than that snappy bag of bones.
"Chasey!" Alex called out, scooting around and crawling over to the bottom of his friend's bed. Why was he getting in bed already? It was, like, early. Not 7 o'clock early but, y'know, still kinda early. Alex ducked his head, shoulders and arms under the cover and reached for Chase's ankles, tugging them downwards hard. "Why're y'in bed? Get oooooout. Come have a beer with lil' ol' me."
Alex made some little "uff, nngh, mneh" noises as he continued to attempt to drag the soul fae out of bed. Chase was not sleeping. Not yet anyway. Alex wanted to catch up with the blue-eyed guy seeing that he had a perfect chance to right now. He had beer, he had music and he had some crisps stashed somewhere, and some pot if Chase wanted but - who was he kidding - Chase wouldn't want that. "Get your glum bum outta there. Y'can help me colour Milo in."