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Tʜᴇ Oʙᴠɪᴏᴜs
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Alexander Reece
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ: Alex
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
ᴀɢᴇ: 19
ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: March 23rd
ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ: Colorado
Hɪs Lᴏᴏᴋs
ʜᴀɪʀ: Light-Medium Brown
ᴇʏᴇs: Brown
sᴋɪɴ: Light tan
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'0"
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 155lbs
ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Tall, lean and muscular
Hɪs Sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ Lɪғᴇᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: "Refusing to Believe"ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ: His mother and fatherғʀɪᴇɴᴅs: He doesn't think he deserves any.ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Straight, not that it matters.ᴄʀᴜsʜ: Why would he like anyone?"ᴘᴇᴛs": Battlecry
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Alex's has a soft oval-shaped face with a pronounced square jaw and his skin could be considered a darker ivory or a light tan. His hair is a soft, light to medium shape of brown, depending on the season. He keeps it short enough so that it barely hangs over his forehead, when it isn't styled. He has dark, normal length eyelashes that round his almond-shaped eyes, though he often squints them, making them look smaller and they are a soft grey-blue color that, depending on the sun and colors he's wearing, turns either more blue or more silver. His lips are a soft pink and have a fair plumpness, though they wouldn't be described as either full or flat. He has beautiful white, straight teeth but he never smiles. It's rare to even see him smirk. Alex has very few freckles that appear on his nose and cheekbone, but they are hard to see if you aren't looking for them. As for his body, he is considered to be tall, being at 6 feet even, then thin or average for his weight, since he only weights in the 150's or 160's, but that is only because he stays in shape. Alex could be considered being muscular; having abs, biceps, calf, back and all the rest of those muscles, but they aren't the kinds that bulge out of your shirt. Over all, he is pretty fair looking guy to most people, but in his own eyes, he sees differently.
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪʏ: Alex is a rather quiet and sensitive person, taking every bad thing that one person may say to his heart, whether he shows signs of it or not. He prefers to be independent and alone at most times, not thinking that it isn't fair for the people around him to have to be forced to think of him as such a disgrace. When you do actually get him to talk, he can be kind or mean, depending on who is trying to speak to him. He often tries to lean towards the kind side so that he wouldn't give anyone another reason to hate him, but he does tend to be snappy and mean when bothered too much. He isn't a very accepting person; not being able to accept a compliment or advice, even from his parents, because he believes that he doesn't deserve it and never will. Alex is a very smart guy but doesn't show it. Everyone knows that he could have gotten over a 3.5 GPA when he graduated from High School, but he had decided to stay quiet and in the back all four years, only passing with a C or a D because that is what he thought he deserved, over all. Even though Alex might be muscular, it doesn't mean that he is Athletic. He usually tries to avoid crowds, as well as suspecting and judging teammates, so he only tries to run and work out when he is alone.
ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: It had been a dark and snowy night when Alex and his sister were driving home from the local grocery store. It was late with barely any cars or people on the streets; most were probably at home sleeping or out at a club or bar, seeing that it was a Friday, after all. They came across a stop sign in the middle of town, but since they had yet to see another running car that night, Alex had figured that no one would be coming from the other roads, and if there were cars there, then they'd be sure to see him. He was wrong. A man in a truck, coming from one of the local bar and grills had been driving drunk and when Alex's car was nearly to the other side, the drunk driver had rammed right into the passenger's side, making their car crunch and fold as it skid across the intersection. Alex had made it out of the car and to the hospital with only a few broken bones, as well as some bumps and scrapes. But his sister, however, had made it out of the car and to the hospital alive, but in critical condition. Every minute of every hour of every day that his sister was laying in that hospital bed with all of her machines and tubes connected to every part of her body, he came up with more and more reasons as to how it was his fault that this had happened. If only he had looked for a few seconds longer. If only he had listened more closely. If only he had taken another street. If only he hadn't gone out to the store that night. When the doctors concluded that his sister had no way of living if she didn't have all of these machines hooked up to her. The Reece family had decided to unplug the cords only a few days later, and ever since, Alex has believed that his sister was dead because of him. He began to believe that no one would see him as him anymore, but a murderer or a killer, after all, he wasn't any better than either of those, right? His parents, family, friends and therapists have continuously tried to make him believe that it wasn't his fault, but the drunk driver's, and every time they'd try to reassure him, he kept falling deeper and deeper into the hole he had dug for himself.
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