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- username :: Eʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ
full name :: noah ulysses alexander
nickname :: none
gender :: male
age :: nineteen
birthday :: february fourteenth
birth place :: miami, florida
ability :: shapeshifting
Who am I? I'm just a boy; a simple boy out of the millions of other boys in this big world. My full name is Noah Ulysses Alexander. Most just call me Noah.
I know. It's a common name, almost as common as Jake or Aidan, but it was the name I was born with so I'm keeping it. I have no clue how anybody can shorten that, but if you come up with a nickname, feel free to run it by me. There is just something I have to ask of you though: don't call me Ulysses. It's my dad's name and I really don't want to be reminded of him or even think about that man. Ever. You can call me Alexander if you want, but that just reminds me of those sweaty coaches that will always call you by your last name and yell at you whenever you slack off during PE... On the second thought, just call me Noah.
Sometimes I wish that I was one of those babies that are born in a cab. Then I'll be off to an interesting start in life. But instead, my birth was a boring common one, just like my name. It was a crystal clear day in the thirteenth of February nineteen years ago when a woman by the name of Annabel Alexander was rushed to the hospital near her house in Miami, Florida. Twenty-four hours later, at 11:30 exactly, a healthy baby boy of 7.5 pounds was born. And that was the brief story of how I was born. Interesting, right? I bet it left you wanting more. Please note my sarcasm.
- height :: six feet exactly
weight :: 150 lbs
hair color :: dark brown
eye color :: pale blue
body type :: lean yet muscular
body modification :: a few scars here and there, but nothing major
clothing style :: Casual: shorts, blue jeans, t-shirts, vans, ect.
When I look in the mirror, I see... well, I bet you know the answer to this one. I see... a unicorn. Nah, I'm joking with you. Anyways, when I look in a mirror, the first thing I see are my eyes. Some people say that the most noticeable things about me are simply my eyes. They are a pale blue with light grey speckles. They change into a darker shade whenever I'm angry or upset or shine a bright Cyan blue whenever I'm joyful. But my eyes will always look icy and cold, like a cool winter‘s day. They are also the first thing that draws people in.
My hair is naturally curly and always messy and extremely soft. The color is quite plain though. It's just a dark brown; there are absolutely no other color except brown in my hair. I don't have to do much in the mornings--thank God. I could probably get out of bed and just leave it as it is, but then it wouldn't look up to standard (I'm such a perfectionist). I will usually just to comb through it, since it tend to fall into place naturally. It grows quite quickly so I have to get it cut more often than other guys. Which, I admit, can be quite a hassle. But what do you got to do? If I don't get it cut then it'll grow wild and I'll have this annoying curl above my left eye.
I have a tan complexion. But my skin tone isn't too tan nor is it "Twilight: Edward Cullen" pale. I do get tanned very easily though, which means I can also get sunburned very easily. And that means that I'll always have to bring sunblock to the beach. I have a pointed nose, oval face and thin lips, giving me a young boyish look, which a lot of girls tend to think is “cute”. They usually fall in love with my smile though. There is my model smile, my signature smile, and my smirk. Most will usually fall for the second choice because it shows off a deep lone dimple will always show on my cheek and my wide set of purely white teeth. I really dislike brushing my teeth. I dislike doing that action almost as much as I dislike eating spinach or chocolate, but it's a requirement. I have to do it unless I want another painful cavity.
I'm not the tallest guy; I just stand at an average height of six feet exactly. I'm not exactly broad, but I don’t have an ounce of fat on me and I do have a muscular, slim frame. This include a noticeable six pack. I'm not one of those guys with so much muscles that their bulky though. So if you're looking for that then I'm not the guy for you. Most of my muscles are on long legs since I do a lot of running.
- described as :: outgoing, bold, fun-loving
likes :: food, sports, music, dogs, adventures, rain
dislikes :: sweets, bossy people, spinach, school, loneliness
theme song :: onerepublic - good life
About my personality, I'll start off by telling you that I'm not much of a dreamer. I'm more on the practical and realistic side. I'm usually the one who thinks before he makes any decision. Logic is my best friend in these situations. I mean, come on. Someone around here has to have common sense and that person tends to be me. People say that I'm more independent for my age, but what can ya do? With a history like mine, it's no surprise. I'm very smart, if I do say so myself, and very perceptive. There isn't very many things that fool me and my mind works pretty fast. Though I do tend to over-look a lot of things. I'm a person who double checks the details, not one who looks at the big picture.
Candid? Yes, sir, I am. I tend to be a tiny bit straight forward at times... actually, I tend to be really straight forwards, vague and never sugar-coat things, mostly when I'm telling bad news since I want to get it over quickly. But can you blame me? I wouldn't want to stick around to see a heartbroken face. Okay, now I sound heartless. Can't you see why I don't like to describe myself? I'm bad at it! Oh and I don't lie about anything. I will not do it no matter what. I seriously don't get why people do it in the first place. But if I do lie, you'll never know. My poker face is just that good. I'm definitely not Pinocchio, that's for sure. Maybe I'll trying acting when I'm older.
I'm fairly open-minded, mostly to new ideas, but I can be a bit of a perfectionist. With my stubborn determination, I can work on something for years, editing every little detail, if it's not up to my standard. I tend to get bored real easily. A new challenge is something that I will accept ninety-nine point eight percent of the time. If it'll get me in trouble? Then so be it. What's the worse they can do? I will always live my life to the very fullest and have as much fun as I can in the short time that I have. Also I have a lot of pride. No joke. And I will say that it's not a very good quality that I have. It's probably a contributing factor in my willingness in challenges and dares. I just can't stand it when someone calls me a coward.
My temper. Eh, even I have to admit that it needs some work. When someone, anyone, talks badly about me or anyone I care about, I will get angry at them. If they cross the line, I'm not afraid to throw a punch. When I'm like that, all I see is red and I say things that I don't really mean. I'll feel guilty about what I did afterwards, but what's done was done. I can never hold grudges on anybody for longer than a few hours though. I'll always end up forgiving the person and forgetting. That's just the kind of person I am.
Friends, everybody loves friends, and I love to make them. I'm usually everybody's friend since I never really stick in a clique. To some people, my actions and my looks don't match up. I like to talk, a lot, about anything in general. And I love to laugh and make jokes. With my friends, I tend to act goofy and childish. And with strangers, it's more or less the same thing. I will always try to keep a positive attitude and a bright smile towards most people. People tend to describe it as me being outgoing. I can never be serious. I'm sorry, but I can't. I would always be the one breaking up the tension be a sarcastic comment or joke.
- mother :: annabel alexander
father :: ulysses alexander
siblings :: an eleven year old sister, kylie
other :: just a jack russell terrier, iris
My past... eh. I really don't like to think about it but I'll recall it since you're so dead set on knowing everything about me. Why are you doing this in the first place anyways? For my Biography or something? Anyways, I'll start off by telling you that I was born in Miami, Florida. I bet you already know that from earlier. My childhood was... pretty good, well it was better than others anyways. I had two parents and both of them cared for me and each other very deeply. And on holidays, we were the ones who always host parties in our house, with abundance of food and colorful decorations. We were pretty much the All-American family.
But that only lasted for a few years. On that day, I was happily walking home from where the school bus dropped me off, like any other happy-go-lucky kid. When I slipped inside my house, I could hear muffled shouting and screams from my mother. I found out soon that they were in the middle of a fight. It turned out that my mom found out that my father had an affair with his secretary, a woman much younger than he was. I'd thought my mom and dad loved each other. They were always smiling at each other with such love and affection in their eyes. But no one would have known that my father wanted something more. I guess I got my lying skills from him.
From then on, life was different and harder. You see, my mother was two months pregnant when she found out that my father cheated on her. Harsh, right? Till this day, I still couldn't figure out his reasoning for doing what he did. I mean, his wife was two months pregnant! My parents tried to make things better, for us, me and my unborn sister, Kylie. But it was just no use. It was like a car going from zero to sixty in three point five seconds. It was out of control and they couldn't save it until it was too late. The best option for everybody to be happy was to split up. And that was exactly what happened. Soon after Kylie was born, my mom took both of us and just up and left my dad. And that was the last time I saw that man.
Nowadays, it's just my mom, my eleven year old sister, and myself. Oh, and my dog, Iris. I can't forget about my dog, can I? My mother is always at work, trying to make us enough money for food and other necessary things. She would always be tired and drained whenever she gets home, so it's usually my job to take care of Kylie and all of the household chores, like the cleaning and cooking. Even though I do feel like a girl sometimes, I don't mind it. After she divorced my dad, we didn't have as much money as we use to. My father was the one who works as a lawyer and make the big cash. Even though he still pays child support, we're still not the richest people.
- sexual orientation :: straight
crush :: none
girlfriend :: none
ex's :: many, but the longest was mariah
qualities for a girlfriend :: sense of humor, fun, pretty
My love life? It's been okay, I guess. First thing's first, I am straight. And I mean straight as in heterosexual. Sorry guys, but I'm only interested in girls. But really, I don't judge. Over the course of my life, I've had many girlfriends, but all of them ended pretty fast. None of the relationships I had lasted. The longest was probably a girl name Mariah and it was only two months before I broke it off with her. Most of the relationships that I've been in are pretty much flings. I'm just not a person who likes commitment. When a girl wants something "more," I run for the hills. Call me a coward if you want, but I don't want to give my heart to anybody who's likely to break it. I don't have a girlfriend at the moment so I'm currently single. And when you ask what I look for in a girl, I'll tell you the same answer each time: she has to be like my other half. Cliché, right? Well, I'm cheesy like that.
