Alexander Lee Harten

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;;Alexander Lee Harten;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity

It’s All About You

Behind the Puppet Master

::NAME::
Richelle
::AGE:
17
::GENDER::
Girl, last time I checked
::RP EXPERIENCE::
Since fifth grade
::CONTACTING YOU::
Yahoo! Messenger or Email.
::ACTIVITY::
I’m on just about every day at any given time.
::THE PUPPETS::
No one else yet

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The Identification Tag

Character Basics

::ALIAS::
Alex
::NAME::
Alexander Lee Harten
::AGE::
23
::GENDER::
Male
::ORIENTATION::
Bisexual, if you can get him to admit it
::SPECIES::
Human
::JOB::
Alex never really did any one job. He liked to float from task to task. When something bored him he'd move on. At the moment he finds it easier to live off the check that his family received when his father died
::RELIGIOUS AFFILATION::
He views it this way; if there was a God people wouldn’t suffer as they did.

Where Your Abilities Fall

The Character Talents

::STRENGTHS::
1.Fighting
2.Deterimnation
3.Passionate

::SUMMARY::
Alex is a good fighter, even while drunk. That most likely comes to the fact that he’s been in a number of bar fights while he was drunk. He packs a rather powerful punch, even if he doesn’t exactly resemble a body builder. His determination could also be taken as a strength. If he wants something, it his. There’s no use in stopping him from getting it. Of course he might hurt people on the way to getting it, but all the same, he’ll have it. He’s also rather emotional, not as in he’s crying one moment and then laughing the next. But he is very passionate, and what he feels, he feels strongly. Although that could be taken as a weakness as well, given whatever the situation was.

::WEAKNESSES::
1. Liquor
2. Easily angered
3. Never thinks before acting

::SUMMARY::
If it’s in a bottle, and gives you a chance at forgetting everything that is around you and drowning in a blissful ignorance, then he’ll drink it. Its safe to say that Alex is pretty much a drunk. He drank most of his high school years away. Though he passed fairly well he doesn't remember half of it. He’s surprised that he’s still alive, and seems to keep challenging that by the amount he drinks. Normally, Alex is very easy to angry as well. Picks at something and he’ll retaliate. But, when he drinks, its even worse. And he’s even quicker to start swinging his fists. He never wants to be alone either, and that could be a strength, or a weakness. But he fears the thought of going without anyone forever, and is constantly searching for someone to fill that empty chair next to him. Not enough that he’s desperate, but still is longing. Though, perhaps his biggest weakness is the fact that he never thinks his actions through. Drunk, or sober, he’ll just do it, and then deal with the consequences later.

The More Human Side of Things

Human Appearance

::HAIR::
Dirty Blonde
::EYES::
Grey
::HEIGHT::
6’4’’
::WEIGHT::
170
:MARKS::
None
::SKIN TONE::
Slightly tan
::BODY TYPE::
Athletic but not overly buff
::CLOTHES::
Casual
::SUMMARY::
Alex is a rather good looking guy, his tasseled blonde hair and tall build are enough to attract any member of the opposite sex. He doesn’t make any effort to dress overly nice, usually whatever he grabs in the closet that day is what he throws own. More often than not it’s a pair of jeans and a shirt of some kind. He’s not known to wear many colors but he doesn’t wear one any shade more than others. His eyes are known as the window to his soul, despite how he acts on the inside, there is no hiding the feeling from his gaze. His grey eyes are highly expressive.

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Personality is Everything

How They Might Act

::LIKES::
1. Drinking
2. Cooking
3. Clubs/Dancing

::DISLIKES::
1. Reading
2. Math
3. Mention of his family issues

::FLAWS::
1. Anger
2. Violence
3. Think first, act later

::BLESSINGS::
1. Passionate
2. Protective
3. Committed

::SUMMARY::
Its rather obvious that Alex enjoys, perhaps more than he should, a good drink. It is his escape from the world and any problems that he might have. A rather small fact that not very many people know is that Alex loves to cook. He would follow his mother around in the kitchen as a small boy inhaling the scents of wonderful food, watching until he knew the recipes himself. And on a Saturday night, there’s nothing Alex loves to do more is walk to the local club and move to the pounding beat of the music.
In contrast he hates anything that has to do with reading or math. He curses the day that anyone invented the need for algebra. He also likes to avoid talking about his brother, not very many people know he has one and he likes to keep it that way.
His flaws are many and he often gets himself in situations that remind him of that. If the wrong word is said to him he often replies with a good solid punch.
Despite that, Alex can be a very loving man, especially if he has claimed you as his. He will do whatever it takes to protect you, and show you with every ounce of his being that he cares for you.

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Checking Out the Background

Historical Stuff

::FAMILY MEMBERS::
James Lee Harten – Father
Mary Harten – Mother
Derick Harten - Brother

::SCHOOL::
Attended a private high school
::GRADUATION YEAR::
2004
::HISTORY::
Childhood could be called normal for Alex. His family was pretty well off, owned a nice home with a large back yard. It was the perfect place for a little boy growing up, with lots of room to hold all his dreams. He had an older brother, named Derick who he was hopelessly attached to. His brother Derick found trouble everywhere he went, and it was usually up to Alex to bail him out of trouble he got himself into. All he wanted to do was grow up to be just like him, just like him and his father. His father was a hard worker, ambitious, and was always looking for a way to the top, and his mother, she was the perfect woman to stand next to him. She was always worrying about how she needed to act to better him, yet she was kind to her children. But, as with all children, they soon learn the faults of their idols. When Alex was 12, he lost his father. An illness caused him to just fade away. Alex wasn’t the only one broken, his brother, who was 16 at the time was shattered. And as time wore on, the relationship between his brother and his family crumbled. When Alex was 13, he lost his older brother. Derick ran away, and Alex was told by his mother to damn the boy, and his memory was erased from the house.

Alex always considered that the point when his childhood ended. After the man’s passing, he found out that his father wasn’t such a good man at all. Over hearing a conversation that his mother was having on the phone, he learned that his father often molested the little girl that he played with, was deep in debt from gambling, and was having an affair on the side. So much for role models. From then on, he had two people that he completely hated in life, his father, and his brother. Both men he thought to be heroes, but were really devils.
And so, high school started. He was a good student in his freshman year, always pulling A’s, getting all the girls he wanted. He was always looking to impress his mother. That was, until he laid eyes on a girl he would never get out of his mind. He forgot that he had played with her in his younger years, and seeing her all grown up, he couldn’t resist. She could be called his downfall, but he’d never admit it. Life became a roller coaster from then on. She was the one who introduce him to the magic of a good liqor bottle, the joys of skipping school, and the excitement of being an all around rebel. But he was deeply in love, and didn’t care that his life was slowly going down the drain. He went, within a school year, from an A student to a D student, but didn’t mind. He had Raven and the world could just screw itself.

As high school ended, and his talk with Raven grew into marriage, trouble started. She became distant, Alex started to cheat and they realized their relationship was slowly disintegrating. Alex didn’t want her to leave, but when he came home, his house empty, he knew it was the end. But it crushed him, and his drinking habits became more intense. There wasn’t a day that his lips didn’t find a bottle, his fist didn’t find a face and his body didn’t find a bar floor to crash on. It’s the state he’s stuck in now, trying to find a good living again, spending his nights at the bar, and becoming desperate for attention.

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Your Own Mad Skills

How Good Are You?

::CODE WORD::
do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Finished
::RP EXAMPLE::

A graveyard was the last place that one might want to travel in the dead of night, and on such an eerie night as this one was. The light from the moon was shielded by clouds; the wind seemed calm in suspense. All in all, the night was holding its breath, as if something was about to happen. Something big, and this was simply the calm before the storm...It was a feeling that life told you to be aware about, to heighten your senses and stay on your guard. The light jacket she had grabbed earlier for the night, that had earlier seemed enough to ward off the chill of the night, now seemed far too thin and didn’t do the job she had worn it for.

The cemetery had been the last place she thought to find herself tonight, but the pounding beat of a club didn’t seem to call to her tonight, the promise of a drink didn’t seem to curve her appetite. So instead she started walking. The further away from the city she got, the louder each noise seemed to her, to finally the only things she could hear was the sigh of the wind, and the steps of her shoes on the ground, both of which seemed almost thunderous to her. It was the squeak of the large gates to the place that caught her attention, a sudden sound that wasn’t the normal of a night along the streets. She used to romp around in graveyards when she was younger, often with Alex. Alex. No, she wasn’t going to waste a damn thought on that man, she had promised him that. Even if it had been a few months, she couldn’t get the man off of her mind, and no matter how many beds she shared...it was no use. She was most likely doomed to think of him forever…something she didn’t want.

Raven hardly paid attention to the winding paths as the wove their way between the graves, some hastily made, some barely distinguishable from all the years of being unused. It wasn’t long before she found herself towards the thick of the place, where all the large angels stood, towering over those who couldn’t afford grand graves. The whole place was rather eerie, the angels beautiful, pale, faces twisted in sorrow, forever frozen in a stark contrast against the darkness of the night. She had no idea that she wasn’t alone in this quiet night, she had no idea someone was lurking there around the other side of the same statue that she had began to watch silently.

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[†The Blood Countess†]

Accepted