Alex Brady

[alexbrady]

: O U T . O F . C H A R A C T E R ;;

Name: Just call me Alex.
Age: 18
Other Characters: None.
Where Did You Find Emery University? Through Atari High. ^^

{ I N . C H A R A C T E R }

Character Name: Rebecca "Alex" Brady
Age: 18
Orientation: Gay. He just doesn't like to admit it. Bad past and all. Oh, and he's single.
Birthplace: London, England
GPA: 3.85
Clique: Loner
Major && Minor: Fine Arts and English
What year are you entering: Freshman

Appearance:

(photoshopped picture for now, I may scan MY drawing eventually. Character edited is Kengo from Monochrome Factor by the by)

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Although Alex's hair and facial appearance is very much that, his outfit is not. He wears anything with these mentioned colors: white, yellow, orange, orangeish-pink, and gray-sometimes black. His outfits normally consist of sweater vests with a white undershirt, khaki shorts or kapris, long knee-high stockings and has several colorful, plastic ringlets on both wrists.

During winter, it's practically the same, only with the additional fuzzy hooded jacket, tobaggon, striped scarf, and knee high boots with the fury-like material at the top that have additional strings with puff balls on it. He also wears the fluffy mittens...XD when it's really cold outside, anyway. His hands and feet get cold easily.

(He also wears glasses, but only when he feels he really needs them, which is practically ALL the time, but he still won't wear them often. He thinks he looks terrible in them. But in reality, he looks cute with them on, almost innocent looking. He also is scared to death of sharp objects and uses FAKE piercings on his ears.)


Personality: He's outgoing, funny, and rather random. But he tends to be incredibly shy around people he doesn't know. Having a rather not-so-pleasant past, he is also paranoid and hates getting his personal space invaded by someone whether he knows them or not. He wigs out easily too. Whether he cries of gets angry and throws things at you, it depends on what exactly happened. Beware, he has pepper spray. Though he's in so much of a panic sometimes he forgets how to use it right...or runs out of it.

Alex is extremely sensitive at certain times and in certain subjects. It's best not to push his buttons or he just might snap. He's loyal, compassionate, and trustworthy as a friend but does not take kindly to being used or abused by others.

History: Alex grew up in London, England, but not exactly the best part of the city, either. His parents were avid drug users and when his mother had him, swore the doctor said he was a girl and named him Rebecca. Much to his dismay, that is actually on his birth certificate.

However, the British government did not see his parents fit to raise him, so they sent him to foster care which lasted until he finally turned eighteen. Alex refused to be called by his true name and adopted the alias "Alex", preferably because he quite liked that name.

All those years in foster care, though, traumatized the poor fellow. Some of the families were nice, yes, but a lot of them had...rather...very abusive "fathers" who liked to find any excuse to "punish" Alex. His last foster home was the worse, in which he was glad to leave by the end of the year. The only objects he had were his clothes, and even that wasn't much or wanted-considering the foster father had a thing for dressing Alex in girly clothes.

As he was in foster care, he did however, have some jobs here and there that he saved up for years so he could get out of England and escape to someplace better, which he did. Landing himself in Emery University because he felt it was best. Heck, anything was better than what he had before.

Sample RP: Alex sat at his computer desk, blonde eyebrows furrowed as he chewed idly on his pen he subconsciously held onto as he moused clicked his way through some interweb information. He was bored, incredibly bored actually. Was he supposed to be doing something on here? He wasn't sure.

Sighing, Alex clicked off the web screen and pushed his "wheelie" chair backwards as he stared blankly up at the ceiling. "Well...this has to be the most invigorating day of my life," the Brit muttered to himself, pen still hanging in his mouth as he chewed.

Green eyes slowly glided over to the clock on the wall, blinking in tune with the clicking noise. Alex had to shake his head to snap out of it. "Woe! I need to get a movie or something!" And with that, he was out of the dorm, chair spinning in lonesome with no body to accompany it.

Color: Creamy white, yellow, orange/pink, and light, creamy brown.

Food: icecream

Shape: circle

Place: A palce he can call home.

Subject: Art-favorite, Math-least

Other Information: His height is 5' 3" and he's terribly skinny. He also likes to drink coffee and has been mistaken fora girl most of the time. It miffs him quite a bit.