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Alexander Kristofer-Rios
Male | 18 | Angel
Basics
Ethnicity: White
Hair: Black (dyed, naturally brown)
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'10
Build: Skin and bones
Other Features: Usually has dark circles under his eyes
Hair: Black (dyed, naturally brown)
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'10
Build: Skin and bones
Other Features: Usually has dark circles under his eyes
Lifestyle
Home: Born and raised in Abita Springs, LA: lives in a small townhouse with his Aunt June
Job / Career: Works part-time at Seeker & Guides, the local (read: only) Wiccan bookshop and coffee emporium
Education / Past Career(s): Currently a high school senior at Fontainebleau High School. Dreams of someday going to Juilliard for his acting degree.
Job / Career: Works part-time at Seeker & Guides, the local (read: only) Wiccan bookshop and coffee emporium
Education / Past Career(s): Currently a high school senior at Fontainebleau High School. Dreams of someday going to Juilliard for his acting degree.
The Story So Far
Personality: Alexander is a living theater kid stereotype-- loud, obnoxious, melodramatic, emotive, and pretentious as hell. Woe seems to constantly be him, especially in his large and extremely normal Louisiana public high school. He is obsessed with poetry and old-fashioned literature (the more famous and melancholic, the better) and can recite his favorite poets from memory, often for longer and at a louder volume than anyone around him would like for him to. His twin interests in the occult and expensive coffee led him to his current position at Seeker & Guides, where he sweeps floors, puts away books, dusts ancient skulls, takes advantage of employee discounts, and loudly complains about customers to Joanne, the snarky old lady who runs the place. He likes to view himself as the misunderstood loner, too brilliant and unique to be understood by his peers. Most of the theater department and poetry club seem to like him anyways.
When he is not busy with work or school, Alexander enjoys spending time in the natural parks around Abita Springs-- he knows a surprising amount about the Native American history of the area and the local mythologies, mostly through Old Lady Joanne's stories. He writes his own (mediocre) poetry and (surprisingly good) screenplays, and is tangentially involved with the Abita Springs creative community as a result. As of late, he has decided to pick up jewlry-making classes with his aunt and is enjoying them more than he'd like to admit.
Likes: Anne Rice novels, show tunes, wearing capes in public for no good reason, burning incense, creative writing, thrift shopping, mint chip ice cream, rainstorms, experimental cinema
Dislikes: Running, calculus, temperatures above eighty degrees, sitcoms, staunch Republicans, the thematic arguments of Atlas Shrugged (though he admits that Rand's prose is gorgeous)
Background: Alexander was born and raised in rural Louisiana, much to his chagrin. When he was two years old, Alexander's mother was incarcerated for life on seven charges of murder that she claims to this day were false accusations. As a result, he was placed in the custody of his mother's sister, Jane, a big-game hunter-turned-social worker who owns exactly eleven separate guns and knows how to use them all (despite never taking them out of her gun safe at any point in Alexander's memory). Aunt Jane was never a fan of her sister and only lets her see Alexander twice a year, which is fine by him, thank you very much. Neither Alexander nor Jane know who Alexander's father was, and his last name came from the man his mother was dating at the time of his birth (despite the fact that Alexander was in no way related to him).
Despite presenting himself as both very intelligent and very eccentric from an early age, Jane insisted on keeping Alexander in the public school system on the grounds that it would "teach him to deal with normal folks, even if he'll never be a normal folk himself." She doesn't seem to mind his motormouth or his odd taste in media consumption, and they get along as well as any child and parental figure could hope to: they marathon Downton Abbey on the weekends, bicker over whose turn it is to wash the dishes, and attend jewelry classes together (even if Alexander vehemently denies it when his classmates ask if he does).
While he wasn't raised religiously, Old Lady Joanne has made a point of introducing Alexander to as many different religions as possible over the year and a half that he's worked for her, and he considers his own faith to be a mishmash of his favorite elements of all of them. While this originally scared the bejesus out of his extraordinarily Catholic aunt, she relaxed a bit when Old Lady Joanne promised that he wasn't practicing "none of that dirty devil-worshippin'."
Alexander has never been one to believe in angels.
Other stuff: Alexander is usually found to be in possession of satchel (not a purse, he'll have you know) containing at least a few of the following: a collection of Ginsberg's best poetry, a grimoire for summoning the zoologically dubious, chapstick, a phone charger, a case of vanilla-flavored mints, his journal, a pocketknife, incense, and a bus ticket.
When he is not busy with work or school, Alexander enjoys spending time in the natural parks around Abita Springs-- he knows a surprising amount about the Native American history of the area and the local mythologies, mostly through Old Lady Joanne's stories. He writes his own (mediocre) poetry and (surprisingly good) screenplays, and is tangentially involved with the Abita Springs creative community as a result. As of late, he has decided to pick up jewlry-making classes with his aunt and is enjoying them more than he'd like to admit.
Likes: Anne Rice novels, show tunes, wearing capes in public for no good reason, burning incense, creative writing, thrift shopping, mint chip ice cream, rainstorms, experimental cinema
Dislikes: Running, calculus, temperatures above eighty degrees, sitcoms, staunch Republicans, the thematic arguments of Atlas Shrugged (though he admits that Rand's prose is gorgeous)
Background: Alexander was born and raised in rural Louisiana, much to his chagrin. When he was two years old, Alexander's mother was incarcerated for life on seven charges of murder that she claims to this day were false accusations. As a result, he was placed in the custody of his mother's sister, Jane, a big-game hunter-turned-social worker who owns exactly eleven separate guns and knows how to use them all (despite never taking them out of her gun safe at any point in Alexander's memory). Aunt Jane was never a fan of her sister and only lets her see Alexander twice a year, which is fine by him, thank you very much. Neither Alexander nor Jane know who Alexander's father was, and his last name came from the man his mother was dating at the time of his birth (despite the fact that Alexander was in no way related to him).
Despite presenting himself as both very intelligent and very eccentric from an early age, Jane insisted on keeping Alexander in the public school system on the grounds that it would "teach him to deal with normal folks, even if he'll never be a normal folk himself." She doesn't seem to mind his motormouth or his odd taste in media consumption, and they get along as well as any child and parental figure could hope to: they marathon Downton Abbey on the weekends, bicker over whose turn it is to wash the dishes, and attend jewelry classes together (even if Alexander vehemently denies it when his classmates ask if he does).
While he wasn't raised religiously, Old Lady Joanne has made a point of introducing Alexander to as many different religions as possible over the year and a half that he's worked for her, and he considers his own faith to be a mishmash of his favorite elements of all of them. While this originally scared the bejesus out of his extraordinarily Catholic aunt, she relaxed a bit when Old Lady Joanne promised that he wasn't practicing "none of that dirty devil-worshippin'."
Alexander has never been one to believe in angels.
Other stuff: Alexander is usually found to be in possession of satchel (not a purse, he'll have you know) containing at least a few of the following: a collection of Ginsberg's best poetry, a grimoire for summoning the zoologically dubious, chapstick, a phone charger, a case of vanilla-flavored mints, his journal, a pocketknife, incense, and a bus ticket.