RP: Fragmented [hider=Alex] Character image: Haven't found a good image yet, but will keep looking. [color=f26522]Name:[/color] Alexander "Alex" King [color=f26522]Age:[/color] 24 [color=f26522]Gender:[/color] Male? [color=f26522]Sexuality:[/color] Bi, but with a fairly strong preference for women [color=f26522]Appearance:[/color] [hider=Referance Clothes] [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/fab9ed83-d24a-43d1-aa1d-69712d225edc/daw735c-93c260a5-b70c-4771-b3ec-6f9fdf9f9666.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2ZhYjllZDgzLWQyNGEtNDNkMS1hYTFkLTY5NzEyZDIyNWVkY1wvZGF3NzM1Yy05M2MyNjBhNS1iNzBjLTQ3NzEtYjNlYy02ZjlmZGY5Zjk2NjYucG5nIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.pChIWFok1G2IgLHwt5d9uIAjTBpmcgJ052Dny51Y9Ck[/img] [/hider] [hider=Referance eye colour] [img]https://www.aao.org/detail/image.axd?id=d9b4208a-e0ae-4e81-b898-ef35751ca9dc&t=636161982603470000[/img] [/hider] Alex is 6'1" and 182 pounds. He has no tattoos, but does have an operation scar on his stomach from having his appendix removed some years back. He's quite fit, and though he does not have a proper six-pack, you can tell he's not far from it. Alex has shoulder-length dark brown hair, that he keeps in a ponytail. Alex mainly dresses in outfits like the leftmost picture in the reference (no idea what to call that, and honestly not even sure how to describe it), minus the lone sleeve. If the weather is not warm enough, he either pairs it with a jacket, which he often leaves open, or wears something else entierly. He does have and wear more normal clothes, typically either jeans, a shirt, and a patterned vest, or just jeans, a t, and maybe an open shirt. In unpleasant weather, he prefers just using a long coat but does have regular rainwear for windy, or particularly wet days. Alex isn't really considered either pretty or not, having looks maybe a bit above average, but not much. His fairly good physique is a big plus for many, however, so he'd probably rate decently on most dating apps. [color=f26522]Personality: [/color]Alex is an upbeat guy most of the time. He loves games, particularly physical ones like football and volleyball, but doesn't really care about winning or losing, so long as he doesn't rack up too long of a losing streak. He dislikes when things get too competitive, or when discussions turn too private, which makes him shy away from joining sports teams or clubs, and from party games like truth or dare. He tries to take things at face value, even when he thinks there is a subtext because things are much simpler and more pleasant at the face value level. He hates intrigue and drama, especially in real life, but also in tv shows, books and the like. He tends to shy away from confrontations but will stand up for himself and his friends if needed. He gets a bit more open after a few drinks, but not enough to discuss private matters casually. [color=f26522]Biography: [/color] [hider=gender identity stuff] Alex grew up in the midlands, fairly uneventfully. He did notice, however, that he was different from the others. He never quite felt at home, or comfortable, like something was wrong, somehow. Of course, this is not uncommon for the fragmented, so for a while, he just shrugged it off. But around 12, he noticed that it was not just the fragmented thing that was bothering him, it was more, too. He never felt whole, and felt a constant pull, as if part of him was missing, sure, but there was also a feeling of... Wrongness, about his own body. It took him a couple of years to figure out and come to terms with, and even more to fully accept, but he realised he was also trans. Which made a lot of sense once he realised it, but also didn't. After all, on TV, most trans men, (or was it trans women? he always got confused by that part.), were very effeminate, and even after transitioning, they were typically the sorta girl to spend hours on their makeup, shopping, clothes and the like, while he himself never really had that. He'd always been a typical boy's boy, loving sports, action films and the like, so if he'd been born a girl, he'd definitely have been a tomboy, especially as a kid. And that was it really, he realised he had, in a way, always seen himself as exactly that, a tomboy. The realisation didn't really change much for him, however. He decided fairly quickly that transitioning was not for him. He might not feel perfectly at home in his body, and though waking up one day, two inches shorter, with a b-cup and a different set of junk would be a dream come true for him, going through the transition itself seemed to be more trouble than it was worth, especially considering the less than ideal outcome. Besides, he liked having the option to have kids of his own one day, and functioning ovaries wasn't exactly a part of the trans op package deal. In regards to pronouns, he took no issue with being called "him", though he'd certainly not take offence at the opposite either. He does like the ambiguity of "Alex" however, and prefers that to his full name. In the end, Alex decided to pretty much keep the entire thing to himself, and apart from a few very close friends and his doctor, no one really knows about it at all. [/hider] Alex was a fairly clever kid, though nothing special, getting lots of C's and B's, and very rarely an A. He attended a vocational school for electricians but found he quite liked the programming side of things, and, having always wanted to get some form of higher education, he started a bachelor in programming. However, he dropped out after two years because he figured it wasn't quite right for him. After dropping out he instead finished up his vocational schooling and started working as an electrician. Alex is not really an artistic person, but like to draw simple sketches and doodles from time to time. He's not a huge fan of music, most of the time preferring simple silence, but when he does listen to music, he prefers it either be very vocal focused, or completely instrumental, or at least close to it. His favourite artists are "The Correspondents" "Art Brut" and "Parov Stelar", though he only really likes a couple of songs from each. Alex plays some video games, mainly fighting and racing games, with his all-time favourites being Mario Cart and Lethal Leauge. Alex watches some tv, and a fair bit of anime. All-time favourites are Violet Evergarden, Firefly, and Free! Alex's favourite pass times are all physical though, he loves jogging in the park, playing ball games casually, frisbee golf, and really anything else both social and physical. He used to be into gymnastics but eventually stopped because he was really the only person his age still doing it without being particularly good at it. He knew how to do both front and backflips, but is unsure if he could do either now. He also had a short period where he was into wrestling, but he quickly grew tired of the competitive nature of his local club. These days he gets most his exercise from playing football (the soccer kind), with some colleagues from work, and some really basic weightlifting at home. Lately, the feeling of being incomplete, that has been present throughout his life, had become increasingly bothersome, and Alex intentionally sought out other fragmented, having met two of them in the hope that they'd be the one. But even after holding hands with one, and doing... more, with the other, there was no sign of a connection. As such, the invitation from the twins was a very welcome surprise. [color=f26522]Other:[/color] ★ Alex doesn't really have a favourite colour, but slightly dislikes turquoise, though only to the degree on never buying anything that colour himself. [color=f26522]color=f26522[/color] [/hider] [hider=First Post, 5th Aug 2019] The Helicopter ride up to the estate was both exciting and terrifying. The actual flying was the exciting bit, Alex had always wanted to fly in a helicopter, and the view and overall experience were just as exciting as he'd hoped. The terrifying part was sitting in a helicopter, in his finest outfit, next to people in even finer outfits that probably weren't even their finest, on route to one of the fanciest cocktail parties in the world. Some of the other passengers seemed comfortable with the situation, while others not so much. He knew he very much fell into the latter category. He'd tried starting a conversation with the girl next to him, but he deeply regretted it. They'd exchanged names, her name was Felicia, apparently, but she was clearly very nervous. It might be just the situation, she seemed shy and insecure and their conversation had just petered out into awkward silence. After that, Alex had focused on the view from the helicopter and was deeply looking forward to getting a drink or five. Once they arrived at the mountaintop, Alex was awestruck, and it seemed even the wealthier guests in the helicopter were stunned, as all conversation in the helicopter stopped. By the time the initial shock was fading, they'd landed, and Alex had to get up, and out of the helicopter, half in a daze. After being searched with surprising efficiency and politeness, better in both ways by miles, compared to the treatment he'd gotten at the airport, he handed his stylish black and green coat, fully revealing his matching green and black robes, trimmed with actual silver (which, while expensive, had been much cheaper than he'd expected, increasing the price of his outfit only by 10% or so), over to one of the servants, and entered the main venue. Alex seemed to be among the first to get there, as there were only around 15 guests about, most from the helicopter he'd come in. Still stunned by the grandeur of it all, he grabbed a drink of an offered tray absentmindedly, and just took in the scene. The floor was a piece of art, and he almost felt bad walking on it. No doubt it'd not take much of this floor to eclipse his house back home in value. Though there were a few people that, like him, looked uncomfortable, he still felt massively out of place. He'd emptied the first drink before he'd even really noticed. For his second, he tried to sip the champagne, not drink it, but that too went quite quickly. For the third one, I actually managed to do what he knew you were actually supposed to do, pretend to sip at it occasionally, but only really holding the drink in your hand to look fancy. With a slight buss on, the situation was much more manageable, and people kept flooding into the foyer. Alex struck up conversations with few of them but hadn't had much luck so far, and the entire thing felt very awkward, which was part of the reason he'd struggled to not just get drunk. But he knew it was a bad idea to get actually drunk, at very least this early. He'd not come here to get thrown out for vomiting on a marble floor worth more than his house, after all. Though, the idea seemed tempting. Around half an hour into the party, Alex finally got a bit lucky, as a fairly pretty woman roughly his age approached him. [color=fff79a]"Hello, fancy party, almost too fancy, no?"[/color] (That's an unused colour, right?) She said, with a clear French accent which probably meant she was speaking English herself, instead of using the translator. [color=f26522]"Yea, bit fancier than what I'm used to, that's for sure. I'm Alex, by the way."[/color] [color=fff79a]"Pleased to meet you Alex. My name's Emile Bisset. What iss your last name, Alex?"[/color] [color=f26522]"Oh, right sorry, umm, my name's Alexander King, but I umm, I usually just go by Alex. Oh, and nice to meet you too Emile. God, I'm making such a fool of myself, aren't I?"[/color] [color=fff79a]"Nono, not at all, it's refreshing, don't worry about it."[/color] The last part came in perfect English, which surprised Alex a bit before he realised she must have said that part in french, and the translator had kicked in. [color=f26522]"So, umm, what do you do, Emile?"[/color] [color=fff79a]"I am a Doctor, what about you, Alex?"[/color] [color=f26522]"Oh, I, um, I'm just an electrician. It's not much, but it's honest work."[/color] [color=fff79a]"Oh, a proper working man, always prefer that to paper pushers. Must say I did not expect it though. Your outfit does not exactly scream manual labour."[/color] [color=f26522]"Haha, well, I'd certainly never wear it to work, that's for sure. Almost wish I'd just come in a suit though, leas then I'd blend in more with the, what do I say, umm, other wage workers? "[/color] [color=fff79a]"Oh, nonsense! You look great. Besides, a 'King' should not wish to fade into the masses, no?"[/color] [color=f26522]"Hahaha, pretty sure there's plenty folk here that's much closer to being royalty than me, despite the name."[/color] [color=fff79a]So what? You should still-" [/color]Whatever Emile was about to say, was interrupted, as an Asian looking woman bumped into her. [color=fff79a]"Watch where you're going you-"[/color] Emile started, but as the two of them locked eyes, she turned silent, and after a few seconds of staring at each other, the two of them embraced each other and started aggressively making out. Since it looked like they'd be at it for a while, Alex said a quiet [color=f26522]"See you later, Emile."[/color] though he doubted he heard or cared if she did, and walked away, finding a spot to stand that wasn't quite as awkward to stand at. Alex took to sipping his drink again, lost in thought about how it'd be when, [b][i]if[/i][/b], he reminded himself, he found his soul mate, Like Emile just had. Alex had just taken the first sip of his fourth drink when the twins made their entrance. And what an entrance it was. Alex was pretty sure he'd not even seen people in movies make one like that. Alex was almost too stunned by it to pay attention to their speech, but managed to pay at least some attention. Once they were done, and the people started talking again, Alex took a deep sip of his drink, and half-whispered [color=f26522]"I am so out of place..."[/color] [/hider]