Alex, Blake, FIGHTER - Temperless

[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:
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.

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OOC Name: Badger
Years of RPing Experience:7
Other Characters:None

Roleplaying Example:

From a horse rpg i am on

Tears. The scent was unmistakable, salt upon skin, and for whatever reason the usually careless male was suddenly very interested. Normally Arson couldn't care less what was going on in other horses lives- to each his own- but there was something mingled with the scent of these tears, something that piqued his interest. In the darkness of the woods he stood, stone still as shadows cast over his well muscled frame, with senses totally alert despite the relaxed look that clung to his body. At 17 hands the tobiano mutt was a male who could definitely throw his weight around if need be, but instead of overwhelming ego and pride radiating from him there was instead a mixture of indifferent boredom, disrupted only by this new smell. For a moment he almost turned away, his fiery amber orbs trailing to the path ahead of him, the path he'd been traveling. It would be easy to continue on, to ignore whatever helpless creature was just beyond the threshold, but did he always want to take the easy way out?

"God dammit..." he growled softly, his voice husky in the soft spoken tone in which he'd used it. He could smell blood now, and though it wasn't a considerable amount it still caused something to go cold inside him. With a rough sigh the stallion turned on his his heels, strong legs sending him swiftly in the direction that the scent was coming from. As he went along he noticed a rough trail broken into the land before him. It was fresh and messy, obviously the trail of someone on the run, and he hastened his pace. The thing he found curious as he went along however, was that he could not detect a second party- fear yes, but something worth fearing, no.

His steps finally came to a halt when a tree cast in darkness rose before him. With wide eyes he realized what had been so unusual, what had made him stop. Standing beneath the tree, exhausted, bloody kneed and face streaked with tears, was another stallion. For a moment Arson was at a loss; he wanted to leave so badly, to turn his back and forget he'd ever stumbled across this males trail at all....But how many times had he tucked himself away just like this, consumed by his own misery and self loathing. His eyes dropped softly as a wave of sympathy attempted to wash through him. Slowly, with steps almost as fragile as the horse before him appeared, he approached the painted male.

When his body too had sunk into the shadows of the tree, bringing him just out of the strangers reach, he spoke."It's alright you know- there's nothing out here." His own voice sounded strange to him as he attempted to appear kindly- he had never been the best when it came to moments like this, and he wasn't exactly sure how to go about what he was doing. Muzzle reached out to gently bump against the other horses shoulder, the only possible thing he could think of that might comfort him without being too personal.

[Avery Newfeld]

ACCEPTED!

Welcome to The Academy.
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