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[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Alex Blake Name: Alex Blake Age:16 DoB: April 7th Gender: Male Grade:10th? Hair: Very soft with a dark, faded brown color. It's a bit longer running just short of his shoulders and is generally straight Ears: Both match his hair in color, but both are just a tad bit big, and he has been made fun of on more than one occasion. He often likes to play with his tail, wrapping it around him Eye Color: Golden Skin Tone: White, so when he blushes or gets angry its obvious Height:5'5 Weight:125 Description: Alex can usually be seen in a navy t-shirt and a pair of black pants that hang loosely around his waist. Around his neck at all times he wears a pendant, and his shoes are black with yellow laces. Though fit, there is a curvy look to him, something almost feminine, and so he often gets glances from those around him. Because of his slightly oversized ears and tail, he is also used to being bothered on a far more negative note. His features are very soft, and because of his very light skin it's easy to tell when he's mad or embarresed, and he hates this greatly. Offten he will let his hair fall into his face to stop people from staring- he's a bit anti social. On top of all of this he doesn't connect well to females and as a hard time understanding them and there is a good chance he will come out soon (he's gay, so a male Sacrifice would be better motivation for him) Likes: - Reading - Arguing - Animals Dislikes: - Having his cat parts made fun of - Feeling helpless/weak - Arrogance Personality: Alex is used to being on his own, and though he isn't necissarily unsocial, he wont go out of his way to talk to someone. He is also brutally honest, and people often take his honesty as him simply being a jerk, wich could be true, as he usually points out the negative. Of course this also has a lot to do with the way people treat him. He is seen as incompetant and useless becaue he is a little clumsy and very secluded, and because he is often caught doing 'useless' things such as reading, watching the clouds, etc, there is a fair amount of bullying with him. Of course, he isn't one to whine and tuck his tail between his legs. When confronted by any type of fight he reacts with anger and passion, and will fight until he can't anymore. With his Sacrifice this is someting he will have to learn to control, as he will likely become very attached and will become distracted wen they are in pain. Because he is treated unworthy by his peers he has developed a slight paranoia that he may not be good enough for his Sacrifice, and is somewhat self-concious about himself. He tries to act like he doesn't care about anything, but he really does. On tope of this he has to deal with being gay, something he refuses to fully admit to yet. History:

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Alex's life before the Academy was very much like it is now; he was alone a lot and when he wasn't he was usually involved in some fight. He felt out of place, and inside there was a bit of desperation. Neither of his other siblings liked his company much, and being the middle child was hard enough as it was.The only one who really paid im any attention was is mom, and when she died he was left alone with his brother, sister and father. It didn't take Dad long to get into alcohol, and soon the 3 kids were victems, though he favoured Alex's younger brother the most. When his older sister finally moved out, she took the younger sibling with her, leaving Alex alone. When the full focus was on him, Alex took to defending himself. He refused to let himself be beaten, and father and son would often collapse in a bloody mess before anything was ever finished.This was when he was 14, and it went on for 2 years. When he as finally offered a place at the academy he took it, but only because there was a chance that somebody out there might actually connect with him, so he wouldn't be alone anymore.





THEME MUSIC;;

All To Myself - Alex & Dorian

Anxiety - Alex

Airplanes
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[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! -song, Anxiety- Journal Entry #1 - September Damn. Where the hell do I even begin? A week before school semester was set to begin I had received a letter in the mail. It was addressed to me, so naturally my asshole of a dad had to read it first. He read it out loud, and it turned out it was an invitation- an invitation to the Academy. This, as anything else would have, set him off, and we ended up fighting all that night. I needed a parents signature to gain accepted as I was only 16, and I didn't see that happening anytime soon. My father was convinced it was a mistake, that a troublemaking brat like myself couldn't possibly be smart enough to get an invitation to pestigious school like that. A few more days went by, and the school went so far as to call only to get an ignorant He isn't going! before my dad hung up. In truth I didn't really care if I went or stayed- my life had little meaning to it. Every day was the same thing, and I was stuck on auto pilot. Then that selfish asshole shot my dog. Me and my dad ad been fighting ever since mom died, but he'd never been so spiteful as he was that day. If I thought I hated him before I was wrong, because there was nothing comparable to what I felt then- I wanted him dead, and I almost did it too. Thats how I ended up here- the cops were called due to a neighbor hearing the gunshots, and when they got there I was standing over him with a gun pressed to his head. They wanted to try me as an adult, but the neighbors testified that it was likely self defence that had driven me to it, as my father was an abusive drunk anyways. With no kin to be shipped to I had two options- orphanage, or private school. I chose private school. It's an entirely different world at the academy. I won't forget what they said to me, how crazy it sounded, but how hopeful it made me. There are 3 types of people in this world Alex. The first is the Mundane human, those who are blissfully ignorant of the other 2. These people are simple and have nothing that set them apart or make them unique. The Second is the Sacrifice, or the Master.These people are capable of enduring the most violents of pain and inspire courage and power in their partner. Which brings us to the third person, the Fighter- you. Each fighter has a true name, one that is shared only with a Sacrifice, and is capable of creating both beauty and destruction from their words. You are a servant to your Master. You possess an ability to manipulate the world around you, something mundane humans might call 'magic'. Your powers, however, are not your own... They had gone on to explain how often the 2 would forge an unbreakable bond, something deeper and more constant than time itself. Many could not live without the other, and though I'd told myself at the time that it was an utterly ridiculous not to mention impossible concept, I was proven wrong. After less tan a weak on the campus I felt more alone than I ever ad. Almost everyone had somebody, and ou could feel that whatever they were went beyond simple friendship or romance, and I suddenly found myself wanting that. I'd never had or belonged to anyone in the way these people did with each other, and I was soon looking forward to the day I would meet my partner and learn my true name. Well, it's getting late and I have class in the morning - Until Tomorrow

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Journal Entry #1 - September Today I met a girl- crazy right? Out of all the people I could have befriended she is by far the best; sweet, patiant, cheerful- the exact opposite of me. It's strange how well we get along, and I can't really figure out what it is she likes about me, but whenever she takes my hand I feel butterflies in my chest, a feeling i have never had before. We spent the day together, and it was nice. Until Tomorrow

[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Journal Entry #1 - September Anna found me again today. Yesterday was nice, butI hadn't expected her to go out of her way to find me again. Still, she hugged me and took a seat and we talked for a bit. She really was beautiful. I invited her to the movies tomorrow, so hopefully that goes well- I've never done anything like this before, but she seams nice enough. Oh! I have to remember to bring her those books- I was surprised to find someone else that likes to read lol Until Tomorrow

[Alex Blake]

Journal Entry #1 - September

Had to cancel with Anna today. I came home to find a note on the floor inside the door. I knew what it was, but I still read it. They found my partner, and they knew my name. Temperless. I guess it kind of suits me- I never really could keep my temper. Anyways they've arranged for me to meet him tonight at the Fountain. I'm anxious. I dont really know what to expect- I mean, this person is suppose to be my life partner, we're suppose to have this incredible bond but...I dont feel like I can bond with anybody.

On another note I've been invited to go smoke a joint with some kids from the acadmeny- like I'm gonna pass that up. It's been chaotic enough without being able to just relax and smoke one.

Until Tomorrow

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[Alex Blake]

[bg=336666][atrb=width,400,true] Click for Pic! Journal Entry #1 - September same day as previous entry (after midnight so maybe next day?) His name is Dorian. He's strange, but not entirely in a bad way. What's going to sound horrible is that he's in my bed right now, sleeping. When I try and figure out how it happened things get fuzzy- one minute I'm making plans to do something with him tomorrow, the next he's inviting himself to sleep in my dorm. Normally I would have said hell no to such a stupid thing, but there's this pull in my chest whenever I look at him. Though I wouldn't jump in front of a train for the kid, I wonder if this is the feeling the other pairs talk about? Part of me wants to hear him talk, see him smile, obey, but thats not the part of me thats Alex- thats Temperless. The me that i've always been wants to scream and slam doors and defy- so you tell me where the happy medium is. He's soothing though. Being around him is like having this nice tune stuck in your head; calming and enjoyable with just a tinge of annoyance at not being able to get rid of it. He's really strange though. He likes to get close to me, too close sometimes. Is it bad that I enjoy it, that I like the feeling of him curled up into my side, face nuzzling into my neck? Maybe I'm sick, but is this something I want to be cured of? Until Tomorrow