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Name:
Alec Peterson
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Birth Date:
December 2nd
Relatives:
A younger sister named Amarie.
Social Class:
Lower class. Way down there.
Occupation:
Chimney Sweep
Affiliation:
Coming soon...
Personality:
Alec isn't the cold, deceitful boy that the upper classes expect all urchins to be. Sure, keep a watchful eye on your shop if he's around, but don't go about making premature judgements while your at it.
Because even if Alec is forced to steal every now and then, he's still one of the nicest people around. He has this smile... it's just infectious, like some cold that nobody minds getting. He just can't help being happy sometimes. He might not always have enough to eat, but who could be angry when you're surrounded by life?
And even though that sounds insane, Alec's pretty level-headed and smart. His emotions influence his choices, but many of them remain sound. He knows what he can get away with and what is pushing his limits, who he can afford to make angry and who he cannot. He doesn't know a thing about math or literature, but he knows about what matters in his life, and in his opinion, that's all you need to know.
He's kind to anyone who does not hurt him or the ones he loves, and is always willing to share, no matter how little he has. Of course, it's to your advantage to be likable if you make your home on the streets of London, but it's not like he's ever trying to be nice. He wouldn't feel right if he didn't. And it seems like Alec is a pacifist for the most part, which he is, but he's also protective. When it comes to those he cares about, or even a stranger, he'll defend himself and isn't afraid to use violence if that's what it takes to do it.
Now, when it comes to the aristocracy, he has... mixed feelings about the lot. From a distance, he is absolutely enthralled by them. Their clothing, the way the walk, act and speak, the houses they live in, the parties they throw... when it comes to all those things, surface things, he's like a nine year old girl, obsessed with all the pretty that's all about. But that's kinda where the liking stops. Aristocrats are snobby, greedy people who could care less about him, and he knows it. And as long as they don't bother him, he's fine... though he might rob one just for some kicks.
Appearance:
Alec's eyes are grayish blue, capable of changing hue depending on what mood he's in. Usually, though, they look like someone just threw the clouds and to the sky into a mixing pot then painted his eyes with it.
History:
Alec's mother and father died when he was fourteen, leaving him and his six month old sister alone, on the streets, with no one to care for them.
Before the accident, they were quite a happy family. Poor and hungry at times, but still very much happy. Alec's mother was a sweet woman with honey brown curls, and pale pink lips always curved into a smile. She worked as a seamstress, mending the clothes of anyone who could spare a few coins. Her name was Alice. A beautiful name that fit her perfectly, Alec always thought. The name reminded him of a sweet summer breeze.
His father's name was Alexander, hence his own name, Alec. He helped make shoes, and worked at a small shop down the street for most of the day, but always came home for dinner. The man always smelled like coffee, wherever he went, and had a certain happy gleam in his that could make nearly anyone smile. Him and Alice were both kind, loving parents, and Alec felt like he was in heaven for the longest time.
Of course, nothing gold can last. Alec's mother and father had been riding in a wagon, going to a public adress, when something spooked the horses. They charged down the cobblestone road, hitting a loose rock that unhitched the wagon and sent it flying into the lake in the sent of town. The doctor had told Alec that the wagon had hit their heads and pinned them down in the mud... something like that. He hadn't tried to listen.
And now, as stated, Alec got left with the child and no home. He made on of the hardest choices he'd ever faced, which was leaving Amarie on the steps of a lawyer's door with the words 'take care of Amarie' scrawled on a paper and tucked into her blanket. He hid behind a tree and made sure that the man's wife took her in, though it pained him every moment he stood there. He knew he wouldn't be able to take care of her. This was a well-off family, without any children. She'd be safe there.
Alec has forgiven himself now, for the most part. But occasionally, just occasionally, he'll sit in that same tree, on the tallest branch, and watch his baby sister play on the porch steps he'd gently laid her on all those years ago.
Likes:
·Watching the stars from rooftops.
·Lemons.
·The gardens owned by the aristocrats. Sure, he doesn't get to go to any, but he'll sit on a wall and look at them if he can.
·Running.
·All kinda of animals, especially strays.
·Just looking at people walk by.
·Stealing. He knows it's bad, and he tries not to take too much, but he just loves it.
Dislikes:
·Some aristocrats.
·Drunkards.
·Whining, especially about petty things.
·Sun umbrellas.
Sexuality:
Pansexual.
Other:
None...