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Full Name◄
Alexander Wilson Bryant
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Nickname◄
Alex– it’s an abbreviation of his name, and who doesn’t love having to speak less?
Ghost– he’s been going to the camp for four years, but barely anybody knows him.
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Birth Date◄
January 5th, 1998.
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Age◄
18
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Gender◄
Male
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Sexuality◄
Hetereosexual
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Relationship Status◄
Single Pringle Ready to Mingle
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Sexually Active◄
Depends.
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Team Color◄
Grey Team Leader!
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Years At Camp◄
Four years, though if you were to ask someone about him outside of the Grey Team, they’d probably respond with “Who?”.
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In Depth Appearance◄
Alex stands at a regular 5’11”, with an athletic frame, with a somewhat lithe look to it. This is complemented by his broad shoulders, defined abs, and a strong, smooth jawline - the living definition of “chick magnet”, which is definitely reflected in the way he is at school. However, at the camp, something changes about him, that makes every difference. His typical clothing - tight-fitting smart, white formal shirt & tie, with jet-black slacks - is swapped out for more comfortable attire, such as tracksuit bottoms, and his baggy, grey shirt. This is comfortable in more ways than one - it draws people away from all the attractive parts of him, and makes sure that whoever does want to approach him does so because they want to get to know him as a person, and not just because he’s got a six-pack, or his tight muscles. It also means that his schoolmates tend not to recognise him at first glance.
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Habits & Quirks◄
¿ Not looking at the person he’s talking to
¿ Cracking his knuckles for no good reason
¿ Humming some random tune to himself
¿ Staring
¿ Tapping his fingers on whatever’s at hand
¿ Mumbling
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Likes & Dislikes◄
✔ The Grey Team
✔ Tolerable members of the other teams
✔ His friends
✔ Videogames
✔ Sabotaging other teams
✔ Winning games
✔ Having fun
✔ Trying new things
✔ Pushing himself to the max
✔ Adrenaline rushes
✔ “I told you so” moments
✘ The non-tolerable members of the other teams
✘ People fucking with his friends & teammates
✘ Competitiveness
✘ Bragging snobs
✘ Hypocrites
✘ Those stereotypical girls that fit under the Mean Girls archetype of “Plastic”
✘ The fact he knows what the “Plastic” archetype is (it’s a long story involving an ex-girlfriend and nothing better to do than sit and watch a Mean Girls marathon)
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Fears & Phobias◄
☠ Dogs
☠ Small spaces
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Good Personality Traits◄
♛ Loyal
♛ Trustworthy
♛ Defensive
♛ Laid-back
♛ Determined
♛ Talented
♛ Athletic
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Bad Personality Traits◄
☣ Hot-headed
☣ Unpredictable
☣ Sly
☣ Saboteur
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Personality◄
Absent-minded, quiet, and distant. That’s what other teams see him as - the epitome of the term “lone wolf”. However, for those that he sees as actually decent, or worth it, he is much more than that. In actuality, Alex is the most loyal, trustworthy, and friendly person you’ll meet. He’s like a father figure to the rest of the Grey Team, and definitely a suitable choice for Team Leader. “Ghost” is also quite laid-back and relaxed, but that in no way means he’s an underachiever. When he puts his mind to it, he can slip into game-mode and bag a win for his team. He encourages the rest of his team to do the same, however he understands that sometimes we all have our lazy days.
However, as described for Grey Team members, Alex fits into more than one archetype, his most prominent being Green. He can always be seen pulling pranks on other campers, be it to sabotage the other teams, or put a smile on his own team’s faces. He’s rarely ever been caught for it, of course, but veteran members of the Grey Team know to watch out for him, especially if you piss him off.
That brings us on to his final archetype - Red. If you insult him, one of his close friends, or one of his teammates, both you and the entire camp will know of it. Not exactly setting a good example as the father figure of the team, but Grey members definitely know he’ll look out for them no matter what, even if he can lose his temper sometimes. This archetype, despite being his least prominent, is a surprise to some people, given his usual laid-back, calm nature, and his facade of absent-mindedness.
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Place Of Origin◄
Canandaigua, Ontario County, New York
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Background◄
Alex’s life hasn’t exactly been a fairytale, though, luckily, it hasn’t been too much of a tragedy, either. He was born and raised in Canandaigua alongside his older brother, David, until the age of 6, when his family moved to Sacramento. Life was pretty average for him there, with him going to a new school and making good friends, with some of them transferring into the same high school as him. For a while, life seemed alright.
That was, until, one night when he was thirteen.
His brother and him had just come home from school, with his brother having had the more eventful day in class than Alex. Instead of opening up and talking to their parents about it, David decided to vent to his brother, instead. This spawned into a heated argument, with David calling Alex “a waste of space”, “useless” and “a mistake”. These soul-crushing insults continued into the next week, until Alex became sick of it. Friday night, when the two got home from school, David shouting at his brother like usual, Alex turned around to him and threw everything he had at him. Screaming about how he was ashamed to be related to him, and that David “didn’t deserve to live”. His older brother proceeded to punch him in the face, and then storming up to his room, never coming out for the rest of the night.
The following morning, David was gone. His room was empty, save for the biggest items, and his coat and shoes were missing from the hallway. They sent out a report to the police, but, apart from a few jackasses that enjoyed the suffering of a grieving family, David has never been heard of since. Alex feels guilty, and thinks that he was responsible for making his brother run away. He’s never forgiven himself since, but tries to hide his guilt from the rest of the people at camp.
A few months later, when Alex was fourteen, his parents heard about a camp nearby. Alex was getting therapy for the disappearance of his brother, but apart from that, he wasn’t really socialising with anyone. He’d shut out everyone at school, and barely concentrated on his work. Surely it could do him some good to meet some fresh people? So, they sent him to Camp Liberty that summer, and it was a success. When he came home, he seemed like he’d regained a little bit of his old self, and it made a lot of difference, even if it was only a small piece. He wanted to talk to people, told his parents all about his time there, and was begging to go again. He’s been going ever since, and it’s been helping him regain his own self, bit by bit. This year he’s determined to pull his finger out and snatch a win, to put the “Royal Blues” in their place.
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Miscellaneous◄
He can sing pretty damn good.
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Extra◄
Playin’ videogames ;D
C O P Y R I G H T
This sheet was constructed by @HushedWhispers, herself. Any plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated. And if need permission to borrow, please just ask. 
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