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[[ Not Really Alex Gaskarth, don't sue ^-^ ]]


Your Name: Cara
Character Name: Alex Gaskarth
Journal Name: [Bad username: ”HereComesGaskarth”]
AIM: GetxYouxHot

Species: Lycan/Vampire/Human
Age: 19
Age When Turned: 19 (he’s a newbie XD)
Sexuality: Psh. Do I need to say? He’s a flamer, bro. Gay, all the way.

Biography:
Alex had a fairly normal home life, with parents that loved him in a decent part of town, until he was around seven when his parents started fighting. The arguments were harsh, would go on through the night and would nearly always involve Alex some how. It wasn’t surprising when they divorced, but it was surprising when his mother (who Alex had always been closer to) decided she wanted nothing more to do with him, as well as his father, who ended up with custody over his son. That was when things really hit rock bottom for Alex.

He went to the local high school, ended up falling into the wrong crowd and got into the drug scene. He started to dissociate more and more from his life, not caring how much he was messing himself up. This didn’t just last him through high school though. He dropped out age sixteen and moved in with a couple of friends from school, all equally as drug-fucked as him. His parents stopped calling, people stopped coming around and eventually it became just him and his friend Josh. They both worked in various jobs around the town, switching and changing regularly – after all, not many people hired junkies. After a particularly bad come down Alex woke up in some alleyway, so memory of how he got there. That was how a rogue vampire found Alex, disoriented and unsure, and he just could not resist. But he didn’t just kill him; he beat him up almost to the point of death and when Alex was begging for him to stop, drained his blood and sired him. Just to add insult to injury, he sired Alex, knocked him unconscious and then left him for dead in the street, leaving no trace of himself behind. When Alex came to he found himself with absolutely no recollection of any event before the attack, due to brain damage to the medial temporal lobe, and while the effects of this have been dampened he cannot remember anything of his life before the attack, has no idea what has happened to him and has no idea what to expect.

Roleplay example:
Alex blinked a little, rubbing his eyes as he looked around. The pounding headache suddenly hit him and he curled up into himself slightly, groaning softly as he crawled up onto his knees, trying to figure out where the fuck he actually was. He suddenly got up sharply, clutching at his neck and glancing around with wide eyes, clearly terrified.

It took some time for him to relax, the pain still very sharply evident in his memory. He relaxed a little, then thought back to what had happened, frowning as he realised everything before the attack was a haze. Panicking again, he desperately wracked his brain for a memory, a name, a face; anything that could let him know who he was. That he actually existed. He sank back onto the floor, staring around blankly. God, he was fucked.


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