Name: Alexander Wilson Bryant
Nickname: Alex– it’s an abbreviation of his name, and who doesn’t love having to speak less?
Ghost– people never see him coming; he can pop into a conversation, and then disappear, just like that.
Birth Date: 09/20/1998
Age: 17 (18 pretty soon)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual (bi-curious)
Relationship Status: Single
Occupation: Graphics Designer; Ex-Model
Classification: Senior
Role: Outcast; Ex-Prep
In Depth Appearance: Alex stands at an impressive 6’0”, with an athletic frame. This is complemented by his broad shoulders, defined abs, and a strong, smooth jawline - the living definition of “chick magnet”, which (surprisingly) isn’t reflected in the way he dressed. He opts for comfortable attire, such as loose-fitting trousers in various dark shades, and a baggy, grey shirt. This is comfortable in more ways than one – it hides his muscles, ensuring that anyone who approaches him does so because they want to know him as a person. It also (somehow) makes him just another face in the crowd, which is good for those days when he just doesn’t want to be bothered by people. Finally, it helps him cut ties with his past, which was spent being a part of the “popular clique”, bullying freshmen and various other things.
Ghost’s clothes also bring out his eyes; a hypnotising, light orangeish-brown, like the leaves of autumn, swirling in the wind and littering the roads. They often make people image a scene like that – the soft crunch of a leaf under their feet, the cool wind whipping at their ears. Most people say this is what gained him that brief modelling job. That and his family’s wealth, that is. Another thing that complements his eyes is his hair, due to its’ lighter shade of brown. Sometimes, people have claimed its’ looked more blonde than brown, and others see it as a gradient between light and dark brown.
¿ Not looking at the person he’s talking to
¿ Cracking his knuckles for no good reason
¿ Humming some random tune to himself
¿ Staring
¿ Tapping his fingers on whatever’s at hand
¿ Mumbling
Hobbies: ♛ Graphic design
♛ Urban exploration
♛ Drumming
♛ Trolling
Likes: ✔ Pushing himself to the max
✔ Adrenaline rushes
✔ “I told you so” moments
✔ Tolerable people (there are very few)
✔ Fucking with the popular kids
✔ Graphic design
✔ Pranking naïve young idiots
✔ Being left alone
✔ The outdoors (surprisingly)
✔ Campfires
Dislikes: ✘ Non-tolerable people (so basically nearly everyone)
✘ The popular kids
✘ People bothering him
✘ Naïve people
✘ Personal questions
✘ Skateboarding
✘ Ass kissers
✘ “Bitch I’m Madonna” (it needs no explaining
Fears: ☠ Drowning
☠ Being weighed down by societal pressures
☠ His brother being found dead
Personality:♦ Creative ♦ Hot-Headed ♦ Determined ♦ Untrustworthy ♦
Ghost has changed a lot during his time at Beverly Hills High School. When he originally started, he was timid, shy, and preferred to keep his head down. Slowly but surely, he picked up on the patterns that the different groups used, including what they thought of other students. It was just a matter of making the right friends in the right places, altering his personality to coincide with the Preps, and boom. He was almost at the top group after a mere two years. This meant he had to put on a façade, though, and a good one at that – being in one of the highest groups in the school meant he had to bully and belittle others, impressing those above him and acting like a complete jackass.
However, he couldn’t keep it up for the rest of his time at school. Especially not with the stress his brother was causing him. Thus, the “outburst of ‘14” happened – probably the most embarrassing event at the school. In this, Ghost – as you’d expect – had a complete breakdown, screaming at his brother and calling him every name under the sun. From that moment, he was shunned by the others, laughed at and shoved to the back of the crowd. Since then, he’s grown spiteful and aggressive towards the popular kids, his hatred going so far that it’s made him petty and jealous. This has also made him incredibly short tempered, meaning he can blow up at the slightest of things. For now, however, he’s decided to stick in the shadows, so as to not make a scene. But he will get his revenge.
The taller they stand, the harder they fall. What Ghost has experienced has practically been the living example of that. He was born in Canandaigua to Jamie Bryant and Anna Wilhelm, the former being a mildly successful (and seldom known) footballer. He was raised alongside his older brother – David – and the family moved to Beverly Hills when Alex was ten years old. David helped him settle into his new school (being only a year older than Alex had its’ benefits) and defended him from people that decided to target the new kid. For the most part, Ghost decided to keep his head down; encouraged by his parents to do well within the more athletic subjects, given his father’s occupation. However, the more and more they put pressure on him, the more detached Ghost became.
Soon, the time came for Alexander to go to high school, and what better place than Beverly Hills High School? The school had been known for its’ success and talented students, and Ghost’s slowly building athletic ability – despite his want to just be left alone – made him a perfect fit. He stayed silent for his first two years there; spotting patterns and personalities that fit into different “cliques”, deciding which one would be best for him. Eventually, he managed to gather enough information to work his way up into the Preps, dressing in clothes like tight-fitting formal shirts that showed his muscles, and slim, stylish slacks. He fit with the rest of the group like a glove. Of course, in order to impress the Royals – the ones he was truly hoping to “make friends with” – he had to be a bit more out there; more of a slight jackass than the rest. That’s how all the Royals did it, after all. He was so close to getting up there and getting to the top, and he’d settled in quite nicely. Finally, life seemed to be looking up.
That was, until, one day, when he was sixteen.
He and his brother had just come home from school, with his brother having had the more… “eventful” day than Alex. David was belittled and threatened by a group of boys, due to the fact he disagreed with them in class. 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 insults continued into the next week, until Alex became sick of it. Friday, when the two were at school, David insulting his brother, as usual, Ghost 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 storm off to class. Of course, this led to Ghost being laughed at and belittled, but that wasn’t even the worst thing.
You see, the worst thing was far worse than that. That night, David never came home. Ghost’s parents 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 feels guilty for all of this, and thinks that he was responsible for making his brother run away. However, he hides it at school – no point showing your wounds when you’ve already got half the students mocking you. Instead, Ghost became the introverted, antisocial boy he was when he first started school, keeping his head down and hating the world. Though, after a particular talk with Alyssa Green, it seems things are about to change…
N/A. He’s pretty antisocial, if you haven’t figured that out already.
Extra: HEATHENS
HEATHENS
HEATHENS
HEATHENS
I like Heathens.
Anything Else: THEME: Forest – twenty one pilots“Quickly moving towards a storm
Moving forward, torn
Into pieces over reasons
Of what these storms are for
I don't understand why everything I adore
Takes a different form when I squint my eyes
Have you ever done that?
When you squint your eyes
And your eyelashes make it look a little not right
And then when just enough light
Comes from just the right side
And you find you're not who you're supposed to be?
This is not what you're supposed to see
Please, remember me; I am supposed to be
King of a kingdom or swinging on a swing
Something happened to my imagination
This situation's becoming dire
My tree house is on fire
And for some reason I smell gas on my hands
This is not what I had planned
This is not what I had planned.” 
