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Alesse Jennings
« Thread started on: Jun 15th, 2008, 9:35pm » |
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Character Name: Alesse Jennings
Alias: None
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O
Race: British
Age: 17
Birthday: October 3rd
Height: 5’7
Weight: 125
Birthplace: Stratford-On-Avon, England.
Grade: 11th
Sexual Preference: Bisexual, and deeply attracted to masochism and control factors in relationships.
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS
General Appearance:
Hair: Ebon-sleek tousled in charming dishevelment along his forehead and slender throat. Bright lights cast bruised highlights in the semi-straight hair. No parts waylay the pixie-ish haircut, and it seems a bit lavish and elegant, the main length trailing to midback.
Eyes: Often downcast, the dusk-lashed orbs cast a sea-green, piercing hue when they connect (but rarely) with another pair of eyes. Few deep emotions leap from his gaze--he guards these, whether he considers them shameful or not, from public view.
Facial: Pointy and fey; the essential changeling child. A narrow, sharp tipped nose ends before a generous pair of lips--not full, but wide, giving an illusion of a smile whether or not he wears one. His angular, but delicate face ends in a sharp chin, and his ears jut from his skull, each with almost elflike pointed tips.
Skin: Fair; pale, but not dead white, easy to blush and without blemish, save for a few scars.
Body: Lean and streamlined. His long limbs give false impression of height, and his large hands and feet have delicate digits, one extra finger each on both hands. His skinny body has no real feminine features, nor overt masculine ones, ephemeral androgyny. His waist-line curves in, but his slim hips cleave to his body-line, his shoulders slope rather gently, and his musculature tends to remain beneath the surface of the skin, rather than any bulging in particular.
Clothing: Sleek and black in various styles, though he wears a lot of leather (not the tight kind,) buckles, and straps. He likes oversized jackets with undershirts or short-sleeved t-shirts, then long pants, either wide-legged or more fitted to his lithe figure.
Acessories: Shoulder-bag with his school items, a book or two (usually something by Anne Rice or Poppy Brite, or other dark-fantasy authors,) notebook for stories or random notes, sketchbook
Voice: A strange marriage between cool soprano and a deeper, alto timbre. The deeper part lies behind his words, like a strange echo.
Physical Strengths: Alesse keeps his body in good shape, and is up for running, gymnastics, and sparring in various genres (fencing, aikido.) He can lift quite remarkable loads for his small body and is, in many ways, far stronger than he looks.
Weaknesses: He is susceptible to sun-poisoning, sunburns, and overheating in general. If he works up too much of a sweat from outdoors activities, he has to stop and calm down before he hurts his skin.
MENTAL CHARACTERISTICS
Current Goal/Purpose: To find the sort of ‘love’ he craves, or change his particular needs and desires to be normal. He patently hates the second option and looks on it as a last resort--and secretly believes he can’t change, anyway.
Talents: Physical disciplines, particularly those with weapons, and artistic venues (writing, sketching.) He’s skilled at picking up important information while spinning various fantasies in his mind, and letting his unconscious soak up the inane dialogue.
Inabilities: Living in ‘the real world.’ He can, but he seems awkward at some common-sense things (mechanical, simple interactions between people) and he realizes exactly what’s missing, and can’t quite help it. He covers it up whenever possible. He walks around in a haze of his own; a dark, fantastic creation of the mind, and he prefers it to reality.
Habits: Biting his lower lip and the sides of his finger-nails, narrowing them to points. He often sways as he speaks, with unconscious rhythm and grace, but nonetheless looks odd doing it in random conversations. He tends to not meet eyes--he fears to give away anything from his own. When he does lock eyes with you, there’s a reason.
Fears: Himself, never finding a person to share his desires and needs with.
General Personality: He comes off distant and mysterious on first meeting; soft-spoken, and though easily drawn into deep conversation, he has difficulty with small talk. He tends to forget inane things, even if they are important (where his friend just set the phone or keys,) his mind’s concession to its ever-spinning fantasies.
Inner Personality: Obsessively masochistic. He can’t enjoy an intimate relationship without darker elements of pain and control, and he has deep attractions to sadistic and dominant people. However, part of him is embarrassed at his need, and he keeps it to himself for the most part--at least in polite company. He can’t quite explain it in words without (he thinks) people judging him as a bondage-freak, and writing off his mindset as a kink, which he believes it is not. He knows many people would consider it a sickness--at least, at the depth he experiences it. He is also attracted to dark things as a whole, and can easily be drawn into evil schemes and the like.
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Re: Alesse Jennings
« Reply #1 on: Jun 15th, 2008, 9:36pm » |
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History:
Born a bastard son to Eleanor Jennings, Alesse spent his first months of life beneath the gloomy winter house of Eleanor’s disapproving and wealthy parents. Eleanor never named a father, but she waited for him to contact her. When he didn’t, she became withdrawn and neglected her infant. She forgot to change her clothes, eat, or speak to other people. Her mother had her committed before Alesse’s first birthday. That left the infant to the strict care of his grandparents.
In school, young Alesse excelled and failed. He made astonishing grades (he learned to read between the age of 2 and 3) but couldn’t connect with other children his age. They tended to make fun of him for his advanced abilities and extreme forgetfulness. In grade school, the boy hadn’t yet perfected his talent to be in his mind and subliminally concentrate on the world. He lost jackets, backpacks, watches and homework in regular succession. His grandmother commented (in his hearing) that his mental disarray took after his mother. He ran into his room and slammed the door--and after that tried to tune out his home life entirely. His grandfather took him to visit his mother in the mental hospital, but she looked straight through him, slack jawed, out of her body. He looked into her empty blue eyes and envied her. She had achieved the ultimate dissonance from her living tissue, while he floundered in his.
The boy found a friend or two in his outcast state--usually, the person tended to be a bully, or otherwise strange. In fifth year, it was a witchy girl named Ariel, who taught him to make voodoo dolls and place curses. His misery increased in secondary school. Kids at that age wanted the vapid purity of holding hands, giggling, pushing others around, and reveling in burgeoning immaturity. He shied away from all those games. He made one best friend in those years--a boy named Nicholas, who became his first crush, though he refused to admit it. He hadn’t decided his sexuality and was struggling with it. His attraction to the boy started--not with sexual fantasies--but with the taller, stronger boy treating him badly. Nicholas tended to slap or punch if Alesse angered him--and he started angering him on a regular basis. This led to quite abusive situations--but he never considered Nicholas an abuser, not like the boys from his younger days. He believed he invited his friend’s attention.
Their violent friendship never turned sexual. Nicholas moved away early in his high-school years, and he felt both relieved and saddened at that event. School resumed in its plodding fashion--soon to be overturned when his grandmother decided to read one of his note-books. He came home one day to face an awful row. She wanted him to go to psychologists--he lost his temper, thinking she just wanted to put him away. They settled on a compromise. He could go to any boarding school he chose, as long as he stayed away from the family. He researched many places before happening on Oscar Wilde. He imagined that he could find a plethora of people like himself there.
The boy packed his belongings and moved to a cramped apartment near the school. He dreaded starting and skipped the first couple days--he hated schools, especially new ones, with a whole host of new people to despise him. Curiosity and necessity won out over fear, though--after all, the school must be full of people with different mindsets, right?
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Re: Alesse Jennings
« Reply #2 on: Jun 26th, 2008, 7:55pm » |
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I think this would be interesting for me to play. May I play him? 
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Matthias Ian
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Re: Alesse Jennings
« Reply #3 on: Jun 26th, 2008, 7:58pm » |
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I'll have to think about it
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Re: Alesse Jennings
« Reply #4 on: Jun 26th, 2008, 8:01pm » |
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I will take lessons from someone, I am a naturally good writer, its just some days aren't good for me to role play because I don't have any muse, and I'm sure you could relate.
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