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 actually contrasted by the way he dresses. This is because he wears more comfortable attire, such as loose-fitting jeans, and a baggy, grey shirt. To Alex, 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.
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Name◄
Alexander Wilson Bryant
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Nickname(s)◄
Alex – who doesn’t like having to talk less?
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Age◄
22
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Gender◄
Male (he’s got balls, so…)
♒– “But those are the days that bind us together, forever,” –♒
♒– “And those little things define us, forever, forever…” {Bad Blood – Bastille} –♒
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Likes◄
✔ Going on trips
✔ His friends
✔ Videogames
✔ Competition
✔ Tolerable people
✔ Having fun
✔ Trying new things
✔ Pushing himself to the max
✔ Adrenaline rushes
✔ “I told you so” moments
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Dislikes◄
✘ Non-tolerable people
✘ People fucking with his friends & him
✘ Sour losers
✘ 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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Personality◄
Absent-minded, quiet, and distant. That’s what other people 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 people, and an incredibly loyal friend. Alex 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 in anything. He encourages people to do the same, however he understands that sometimes we all have our lazy days.
However, despite his loyal side, Alex can also be a bit of an ass. He can always be seen pulling pranks on the friends he makes, be it to piss them off, or put a smile on their faces. He’s rarely ever been caught for it, of course, but people who’ve known him for a while know to watch out for it, especially if you piss him off.
Speaking of pissing Alex off, there is one final side to him. If you insult him, one of his close friends, or one of his family, even, both you and the local radius. Not exactly setting a good example as a supposed “father figure”, but friends and family 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.
♒– “He said, ‘one day, you’ll leave this world behind,” –♒
♒– “so live a life you will remember.’.” {The Nights – Avicii} –♒
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Place Of Origin◄
Canandaigua, Ontario County, New York
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History◄
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 stormed 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 felt guilty, and his mind constantly tore him apart, making him think it was his entire fault. However, he hid it from those around him, and it (unfortunately) was never picked up on.
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 a place named 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 went for 4 whole years, and it helped him to regain himself, bit by bit. On his final year, he was determined to pull his finger out, and put the other teams in their place, and it actually happened.
Now, he’s a young adult at 22, being dragged into a trip by the divine temptation of wanderlust. His family are fine with it, and they think it might help him even more, despite that kind of happening when he was eighteen. He’s excited to meet new people, and, who knows, maybe he’ll bump into some old friends. He doubts it, though.
♒– “But I’m not good with directions, and I hide behind my mouth,” –♒
♒– “I’m a pro at imperfections, and best friends with my doubt.” {The Judge – Twenty One Pilots} –♒
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Extra◄
He’s a great-ass singer.
*(HOVER OVER SONG NAMES FOR THE LINK)*
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