Alexander Eckart

[Alexander Eckart]

Alexander Eckart

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Characters Personal Information

Name: Alexander
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 5'5
Weight: 110lbs
Sexual Orientation: Gay
How Did They arrive here: Alex has no clue. He thinks its all an elaborate joke staged by his friends. He was taken by a boogie when hiding in a disused apartment block after a gang fight got intercepted by the police. Chased by dogs and their handlers, he'd ducked into the building to shake them off. He definitely shook them off, he just didn't expect to shake them off by ending up in a completely different place altogether.
Years In Wonderland: Not even a full week.
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What Are They Like?

Likes:
Music.
Partying.
Sex and drugs and rock and roll. (Ian Dulm reference. >.> Ask him though, he'll really tell people he likes those things)
Being in the right.
Interesting clothing.
Anything with sugar in it.
Hot showers. (As they are much better than cold showers, which are what you often get in an old house that you shouldn't be living in.)
Heating. (Because the house he's currently squatting in has non.)
Cheap soda. (Because when you can get a litre bottle of diet coke for 45p you don't argue. And its brilliant for quelling hunger pangs due to lack of food.)
Hot water. (Again, good for quelling hunger pangs.)
Making nests in blankets. (Their is something very comforting about this.)
Getting drunk.

Dislikes:
People taller than him and making use of their height for intimidation purposes.
Aggressive drunks.(He loves getting drunk but people who get aggressive are just ass hats.)
Fights he knows he can't win.
People making comments about his lack of height.
The London Underground. (Seriously, who the hell would like those things? They shriek and sound like they might blow up. And they're always full of people and way too hot.)
Winter. (Its way too cold. And when you don't have a good source of clothing to keep you warm you start to resent those lovely flakes of snow that sometimes drift down on a chilly morning)
Hospitals. (Way too clean. Way too white and creepy.)
Dentists. (See above.)
Doctors (See..above. >_>)
Being restrained. (It makes him want to choke a bitch. >.>)
Rich kids and toffs. (Because they are snotty buggers who think they are better than everyone else.)
People making fun of his accent. (Its not his fault he's got a bit of an Essex accent)
Blood. More so if its his own. (The smell and taste are what gets him)

Turn Ons:
Hair being stroked.
Neck being touched or kissed.
Confidence.
Sense of humor. Be it sarcastic or otherwise.
...Someone who can actually make a decent cup of tea. >.>
Being fussed over.



Turn Offs:
Hair pulling...It bloody hurts!
Biting.
Hitting.
Being pinned down.
Drawing blood.
Pushy people.

Nervous Habits:
Biting his lower lip.
Playing with his hair.
Mumbling.
Looking away.

Fears:
Locked rooms.
Dying. (Cause seriously...who wants to die!?)
Ghosts and the paranormal. (He thinks its creepy.)
Unexplained noises.
Dogs. (Big teeth, big barks, bid bodies with legs that can CHASE YOU DOWN IN SECONDS AND THEN THEY RIP YOUR SKIN OFF AND OH GAWD THE HUGE MANATY! *cough*)
Being left when injured. (This is an odd one. But ever since that incident with the building site he's had this weird phobia of being left alone when hurt. Its like you're being left to die or something. Thats what it feels like, like people are giving you up for a lost cause 'cause they know you're gonna die.)

Appearance:
Standing about 5' 5 in height, Alexander has a rather skinny build. While he has muscle definition their isn't much of it and he appears more willowy and slightly feminine than built. The muscle definition he has looks more toned than anything and is quite possibly due to the fact that he's rather thin. Alex has thick black hair that rests in oddly tidy lengths adorned with several orange glass beads, some of his hair reaching to his collar bones, while the majority of it sits just at waist level. Alexander is very fair skinned, and actually prefers it that way. He hates to tan and tries to avoid it at all costs. Though due to being so pale he often looks rather ill, his skin often looking as if it carries a slight grayish tinge to it when he is particularly tired or unwell.

Jeans are his favorite clothing of choice, and he can usually be seen in a pair of black or dark blue jeans. This is usually coupled with a black leather jacket and black t-shirt. Around his neck is usually a small dragon pendant on a chain. The dragon looks rather old compared to the chain. When asked about it, he doesn't go into specific detail about where it came from, but it seems to be rather important to him. It appears that Alex also carries a knife with him, which is clearly visible from its sheath on the shoulder of his jacket. If a person were to look hard enough at his large black combat boots, they might also notice that the pouch on the side was actually concealing a small folded pocket knife. The pocket knife is in fact, rather blunt, but that doesn't stop him from carrying it around, and it seems to be used more for prising things open than anything, if the slightly bent blade is anything to go by.

Above his right eye is a small tattoo which says nine is roman numerals. At first glance its not particularly noticeable due to the fact that hair is usually covering it up. He generally doesn't mention what it is unless people ask. He seems to like the tattoo though, even if its in an unusual place.

Personality:
Alex is a loud, outgoing person that doesn't hold back his opinion. He enjoys the company of others, yet he can quite happily be at peace on his own. Alex sometimes worries over trivial things, and as a result can become broody and fed up. He will sometimes use his happy facade to cover what he is truly feeling, and tends to not discuss his feelings with others, instead using vast amounts of swearing and shouting to get the point across.
Were Alex to drop his very loud persona, he could in fact be a rather caring, and sensitive soul should he like the person he was dealing with enough...though most of the time he just swears more than a sailor. In fact he could probably teach them a thing or two about good swear words. Alex can take insults to heart and will often hold grudges against people for a long time.

Once someone has Alex's trust he can become a loyal and good friend, so long as you don't mind masses of swearing and loudness. He doesn't hold back what hes thinking, often threatens people when confronted and expects most people to feel intimidated (even though most people find it amusing instead due to his height.)
Some people find his loud sense of honesty endearing - almost everyone else finds it annoying. He finds it hard to control his volume levels and often has to be told to calm down or quieten down. Generally, the only time he is quiet is when he feels overly intimidated, is upset or knows he's fighting a loosing battle with something or someone.

Alex is fiercely loyal to his gang members, and often defends them relentlessly. He dislikes them being spoken of as mere gang members and will attempt to put whoever speaks badly of them in their place.



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How Their Life Is / Was

[/color]Father: N/A
Mother: Jennifer Eckart
Sibling/s: A sister called Stacey who is three years older than him.
History:

His father was never around. Jennifer told him that she'd met him at a concert and it had been a one night stand. He didn't quite get what a one night stand was, but he knew it meant he didn't have a dad. It also meant that he and Stacey were only half siblings. He knew that his dad wasn't the same as Stacey's. All Jennifer talked about was how wonderful Stacey's dad was. Daniel this and Daniel that.
She never talked about Mark. Just that he wasn't her special someone, and that Daniel was.

Alex grew up in a small flat in London. Well, thats what he remembers most. He can't remember many of the places he was in, as he was far too young, and they moved a lot. Jennifer had said that it was because she was a free spirit, and you couldn't tie a Free spirit down. As Alex got older he realized that it was simply because she was avoiding debt collectors, or she'd maxed out a credit card and they were wanting their money back.

But even though his mum was a bit scatter brained, he thought she was the best mum in the world. She really did act like a free spirit, with her long red hair and arms covered in the most amazing tattoos you'd ever seen. She didn't let anyone tell her what to do and Alex loved her for it. She was just like a moving comic book. Fast paced, exciting and you never wanted to let go or stop.

He just wished Stacey thought so too.

"I'm sick of you being so weird! Why can't you be like a normal mum!?" she shouted as she stomped through the flat, kicking various things that had been left on the floor out of her way. (Jennifer never really tidied and when Stacey did Jennifer just made more mess. She said free spirits didn't need to be tidy.)

"I am normal honey. Whats not normal about me?" Jennifer asked, holding a shaking glass to her lips and taking a long swig.
"Don't mum!" Alex jerked her arm away making the clear liquid splash on the floor.

"What honey? Its just water sweetie." They both knew that was a lie.

"See!? Real mum's don't drink all day and real mum's look after their kids! Why can't we just come home from school for once to see you doing something normal like making tea? Or making just ONE cake, and not twenty like you did last week! You used up all our post office giro on that baking stuff!"

"Yes but it WAS really nice eating all that cake wasn't it Stace?" Alex piped up from where he was mopping up the spilled liquid.

"No! We had to eat it because SHE'D used all the money so we couldn't buy normal food!" Stacey was grabbing clothing and stuffing it into a carrier. She looked at a teddy for a moment, seemingly debating to take it with her, but decided against it and threw it at the door.

"Well...it was nice...right Jennifer?" She hated being called mum.She said it made her feel old.

"Of course it was honey, Stacey is just being a grumpy guts." Jennifer said, standing in the middle of the room and sipping her vodka as if this were perfectly normal.

"No I'm not! I'm sick of this! I'm sick of you being so weird all the time! I'm sick of having to look after you when you go into one of those stupid spells of yours. You're crazy!" Stacey shouted, finally moving to the front door of the flat. "And thats why I'm leaving! For good! And you can't stop me!"
Jennifer looked like she'd been slapped in the face. She wavered on the spot before she spoke. "Sweetie, why don't you think for a moment...Where will you go silly billy?" Jennifer didn't realize that Stacey had been saving money for weeks. Alex knew...but he'd been so scared that if he said anything Stacey might leave. Well, now she was leaving and he'd not even said a word to Jennifer about the money she'd been saving.

It was the door slamming that brought him out of his thoughts. Jennifer simply stood still, looking at the door just as he did. Finally she turned to him and gave him what was supposed to be a confident smile. Instead it looked all wrong. In the morning light Jennifer didn't look so free spirited anymore. Her long red hair was laying in unwashed streaks over her shoulders, her eyes were blood shot from the late night concerts she kept going to, desperate to find Mark, and her sparkly top and mini skirt just looked wrong on her now. She'd looked so fantastic that night in all her glittery make-up and outfits but not it was all wrong wrong wrong. She looked washed out...like an aging rocker who couldn't let go of the past and clung to a bottle instead in hopes of finding it at the bottom.

Alex didn't like this new Jennifer. She was scary. She was strange. And her strange mumbles as her smile faltered were just strange. He hoped she wasn't going into one of her weird moods again. He didn't think he could handle it without Stacey.
"She'll be back. She'll come right back. Quick as that. Right back here. Then we can be together, forever. Stacey, Jennifer, Alex and Mark." Jennifer was mumbling is silly rhymes as she went into the kitchen. It was quiet for a few moments before Alex heard the clink of a bottle.
He wished he'd gone with Stacey now...

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It was several days later when he found Jennifer in the bathroom, covered from head to toe in paints of all colors that he finally decided to leave.

"Jennifer! What have you done!?" Alex grabbed a t-shirt, wet it at the sink, and began scrubbing at her bare foot.
"We've got to get the paint off! You can't go around like this! Ooh Jennifer! What do I do? Its not coming off!" Alex hadn't made any difference to her painted skin at all with the wet t-shirt.

After several minutes of trying he finally gave up. "I have to go call the hospital. Ambulance. I know you'll hate me for it but I have to! I'm so scared the paints going to hurt you. Just wait here 'kay?" Alex ran from the bathroom, grabbing the cell phone that his mother had bought just a few days ago in hopes of finding Stacey with it.

"Hello? I need an ambulance...Someone is covered in paint...No..no not my brother or sister...It..its my mum. No, loads of it. Its everywhere. Please come and help." Alex stayed on the phone for several minutes, finally giving his address and scuttling back to the bathroom.
"I HAD to call them Jennifer. What if you go blind? Its all over your eyelashes and everything."

By the time the ambulance workers knocked on the door, Jennifer had moved into the living room, simply standing still, like some crazy colored statue.
The woman and man who greeted him at the door cast concerned glances at each other, communicating in that silent way adults tended to do that made Alex feel nervous.
Once his mother was led down the stairs by the man, who'd called himself Geoff, the woman knelt down and gave him a reassuring smile. It made him want to hug her. He could smell her powdery scent as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Have you got anyone to look after you? An aunt maybe?" she said quietly as he bit his lip.
"Umm...my..my dad. Yeah! my dad. He should be home from work soon!" It was the first thing that came into his head. He knew if he said no one that he'd get taken away by the social and locked in a home. And Jennifer said they were awful and that everyone would pick on you. He didn't want that.

The woman looked skeptical. "Hmm...Are you sure? Maybe you could come with us and we can't sort something out?"
"No no, my dad is going to be home soon. He works funny times. He gets in about one o'clock and has a sleep because he goes to work real early." The lies were incredibly easy to create. The ambulance worker looked slightly relived. "Well, how about I wait with you then until your dad gets in hmm? Geoff will take your mum to the hospital then we can come back and take you and your dad to see her yeah?" she was so nice that Alex almost wanted to tell her the truth.

"Umm okay then.." As if he had a choice. "M'just gonna go to the bathroom then, cause um. I don't wanna go in the hospital." The woman chuckled and nodded.
Adults were so dumb sometimes, Alex thought.

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Alex managed to get out onto the apartment roof top from a window in the bathroom. He grabbed his other's pink purse from her bag that had been dumped on the bathroom floor, shoved it into his pocket and clambered out of the window, using the fire exit to get to the street below. From here he made his way to the underground, taking the first tube he could get on and stayed on it for several hours, simply going from one stop to the other. He had no idea where to go, or what to do. Instead he simply clutched the purse in his grubby hands, trying not to let any tears fall. He couldn't even to to Stacey and tell her what had happened. Because she'd disappeared. Alex was sure that it was because she left that Jennifer went to strange.

After several days of wandering the streets, Alex was picked up by a group of youths. From here on in he became part of small gang of adults and teenagers, all living on the streets together. The group slowly got bigger, and as the group got bigger, so did the trouble they caused. Taking on a gang name, the group began to take over various areas of London, much to the displeasure of other gangs in the area. It often stemmed massive gang fights that were usually stopped by the police.

When Alex was seventeen, he became the leader of his gang after their original leader, James was arrested mid gang fight. James had made it clear how fond he was of Alex and as such, the elder members felt it right to place him in charge. (With their help of course.)He quickly became gang leader and led the group just as James had.
With the elder members backing him, Alex quickly became confident and cocky, knowing that he was practically untouchable as long as they were around.




Roleplaying Sample:


"Oi oi! Get the hell back here you son of a-" Alex rounded the corner alarmingly fast, causing several people to shout loudly at him.

"Sorry or whatever the hell but move outta the way!" he yelled back, almost banging into a young girl, grabbing her by the shoulder's and spinning round her as if he were about to dance. She looked unsure if she should laugh or be offended that some random Joe had just done that.

"Oi! Get back here!" Alex rounded another corner, slowing down as he came to several steps, taking them two at a time.

"Alex! Wait the fuck up!" He could hear his friends behind him trying to keep up. They might be tough, but they sure as hell couldn't keep up at all.
'Probably all that muscle. Too heavy to run an' crap." he said as he continued round another corner into an alley, the person he was chasing looking back and picking up speed.

'All this over a damn rucksack? Gimme a break...' Alex ducked suddenly as the person in front of him managed to push over several crates that were stacked to the side.
"Stupid ass! Ima kill you when I get hold of you!" the teen put on a burst of speed, swearing as the person in front went faster.
'God is this guy made of krypton or something!? He doesn't slow down at all!' Alex rounded another corner, finally coming to a stop as the man vaulted up and over a large chain fence and into a building site.

"Uggh...I'm going to kick your ass." Alex ran at the fence, gripping it in his fingers and hoisting himself up. Forget waiting for those guys, he wanted to make sure this ass didn't get away!

He chased the guy right into the building, past the scaffolding, past all the machinery, right up two sets of stairs until suddenly...the guy was gone.
"What the? Yo! Come on out! I know you're up here!" Alex called, walking into through the doorway. Their was no where the guy could have gone without having to pass him. Alex let out an annoyed sigh and walked to the edge of the building, looking at the ground, waiting to see if the guy had somehow managed to climb down.

It was then he felt hands on his back. Hands than gave an almighty shove, and the next thing he knew he was in the air and falling, picking up speed. He didn't even have time to make a sound before his body connected with the edge of a large metal container, making him roll off it sideways and onto the dusty ground.

"Ima...kick your.." Alex mumbled, opening his eyes to see nothing but sky and a large building towering over him. At least he'd not been right on the very top. He gave a groan and began to sit up, but was stopped suddenly by a sharp pain in his side. It made him double up and his eyes water.
"Oh god...What?" His side was burning, throbbing against his hand as he pressed against it. It hurt to touch and it felt warm and wet. Alex pulled his hand away and was greeted by the coppery tang of blood, his hand turned a horrid red color, making his face blanch.

'I'm bleeding...' It was such an obvious thought. It wasn't much blood, not as much as if he'd cut himself really deep, but the gash was long and would definitely need stitches. He shuddered. He hated hospitals.

"Alex! You feckin' idiot! We saw you take a dive off the building! Where the punk!? Lost 'im?" Jay was kneeling next to him at the point, and Alex wasn't quite sure where he'd come from.

"Who cares!? Let jus' call an ambulance or whatever 'kay? 'Kay Alex?" Nathan was giving him a tentative pat on the shoulder as he pulled out a mobile phone. Alex had a distinct reminder of his mother those eight years ago.

"Yeah...Yeah, just come an' get him kay?" The phone was snapped shut and Nathan knelt down. "Ambulance is on its way alright? Se we're gonna go back to the house an wait for ya."

"Can't you come?" Alex gripped at his arm, making Nathan and Jay smile apologetically.

"No can do kid, we go an' were gonna get asked questions and shit and the police'll no doubt get involved. You'll be alright. Just keep your hand on it kay? Come on, you're sixteen not five yeah? Don't worry...You don't die or nothin' Might loose some blood but its not biggie." Jay said as he looked at the red patch on Alex's t-shirt that was slowly spreading. "Its probably not as bad as it seems alright? So just hang tight little buddy." He gave Alex a salute, standing up and making his way back to the fence with Nathan to climb back over it and disappear.

"Guys...Don't just..walk off. Please?" Alex struggled to sit up, wincing at his side.

"You..you fuckin' fags! I'll kick both your...sorry asses.." he mumbled, feeling suddenly sick. How could they just leave him?
"Come back guys...You're not fags...I lied..Kay? Guys?...Come on.." His eyes were burning and right now he very much wanted to cry. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. They'd just buggered off. He knew they had to but it still hurt. And it was still scary. He'd never been hurt like this before. What if he had to stay over night? What if they phoned the social services? He was still young enough to be taken into care.
Several hot tears rolled down his cheeks, leaving clean lines in the dirt on his face.

'I'm gonna die and stuff...and they just left me!' Alex wiped a hand over his cheek, leaving a bloody streak. "You..J-jerks!! Don't leave me here..." he said with a piteous whimper , hearing the wail of a siren in the background.






(I'm sorry if this is terrible. I lost my original sheet for Alex and have had to remake it all over. He'll still act the same though.)


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A Bit About You

Name: Kaye
Age: 22
Experience: Been rp'ing on and off since I was about eleven on several sites etc.
How you found the site: Was on the one before this before it died. D8