I'm losing control. My head is alright.
I can't shake the thought, of me losing my mind.
Been away for three days. Won't sleep till I've done all it is I'm living for.
Now I will show you, all that I'm made of.
~Username~
Myolo.
~Name~
"My name is Alexander Ash Tyler." His father gave him the name, he named him after his own father. The name originates from Greece and means 'Protector of men.'
~Nickname~
"I'd prefer you to call me Alexander, but if you must use another word, Alex is alright."
~Age~
"I'm 18."
He was born on December 21st, 1995.
~Gender~
"I am most certainly a male."
I'll close my eyes and dream of days when I wasn't all alone.
All that I know is gone. Take what is left of me now.
All that I know is gone. Take what is left of me.
Fall deeper and deeper, the sirens are singing your songs.
I'll miss my breath, there's no more left.
I'll miss the sound of the wind at my back.
~Personality~
"How does one explain their own personality? I find it impossible."
He's basically a bad boy, with a big heart. He enjoys acting cool and tough but you pull out a puppy in a top hat and his little heart melts. Although, he tries not to show that part of him very often and only to certain people whom he trusts. He is competitive and ambitious and not at all afraid to show off a little. He has a very sarcastic tongue, and can be sadistic most of the time. He may seem cocky at first but he really means nothing by it, he really just wants someone to recognize him for who he really is. He's direct, open and honest and not afraid to stand up for people who aren't strong enough themselves. Secretly he's the basically greatest guy ever, warm, kind and charming like. He has exceptional manners and is extremely gentlemen like. Basically, he could have any girl he wanted, just by his behavior. That's not what he looks like on the outside- at all though. Like said earlier, he's a bad boy, that looks cool - like he's not to be messed with. But, if you're curious enough to approach him, and try to be friends, he's all in all, a pretty good guy. He doesn't show his mannerly, kind and affectionate side very often, but when he does, everything gets a little happier.
~History~
"A normal teenagers life I suppose."
He grew up in a nice house, with a nice family, in a nice neighborhood. The neighborhood of Manhattan to be exact. Everything was basically just nice. Except for Everett that is. He was, (and still is) a troublemaker. He started to steal, pester and once, vandalized some of the neighborhood. Why was he like this? Well, you see, when he was about 14, his father died. Which of course, made the man-of-the-house responsibility, fall onto his shoulders, as he was the oldest male in the house. He has a little brother, but he doesn't talk to much about him. Anyway, Everett kept up the responsibility like a good boy for a little while, but by the time he turned 16, he was tired of it. He wanted to live a little. He just got mixed into the wrong group of kids. He started bothering the neighbors with simple little things, (i.e throwing toilet paper into the trees, scaring the little kids and spying on some people, just for the feeling of getting away with it.) but then he got older and that just wasn't enough, he started stealing, annoying the neighbors and spray painting "YOLO" on on old ladys front door. Which is what made the evil side of his personality grow. Then, his mother grew tired of getting reports of what he had done, because they grew by the day. Everett was really just trying to have fun, and grasp his mothers attention, he was just doing it the wrong way. But he couldn't see that. When the earth got turned upside down, he almost lost his own mind. But, he regained a hold of himself because he knew he needed to be strong in order for him to be able to survive.
~Territory~
"I don't have a territory. I go wherever the wind takes me. Although, where ever I do stay, I make sure there is always some source of water."
~Supplies~
"Not much, just a few necessities"
He has a backpack that includes; A light jacket, a rope, a package of matches that is almost empty, a bottle for water and a four inch switch blade. As for food, he gathers that as he goes. Or, occasionally steals it from other. Only if he's desperate enough though.
Anything else?
"Not that I can think of, no."