Post by noellethestar17 on Dec 25, 2009 14:46:54 GMT -5
the one i wish i knew!
[/size][/center]your name; noelle
your age; fifteen
your activity levels; depends on my workload, but generally you can count on an above average activity level
your rp level; i like to consider myself advanced, but that may just be me being conceited
the one i know!
[/center]characters name; alexander josiah lightwood.
nicknames; he goes by alec and nothing else. and no pet names, unless you're magnus. then you might possibly be able to get away with a pet name or two.
characters age; eighteen.
grade; not applicable.
species; nephilim.
celeb/face claim; gaspard ulliel.
picture;
appearance;
Alec does not stand out in a crowd. It is a completely purposeful effect; he certainly has the potential to stand out, if he wanted to. His classically handsome face paired with the right haircut and an updated wardrobe could bring him ample attention. Alec, however, is distinctly uninterested in standing out. He is more than happy to stand back and let Jace or Magnus or Clary get the attention, and this mildly introverted attitude is reflected in his appearance.
A first glimpse of Alec reveals a shock of raggedly cut dark hair, half shrouding glacial blue eyes that peer out from a strong featured, classically good looking face. He is tall and rather thin for a Shadowhunter, but it is usually impossible to guess at his true weight as he is almost perpetually dressed in an old, bulky faded sweater pocked with occasional holes that completely obscures the upper half of his body. It is only in battle gear that it is possible to discern the long, wiry muscles from years of training and the white scars carved into nearly every inch of his body.
Possibly his most striking feature is his eyes, the same clear blue as Lake Lyn. Though inherited from Maryse, they are distinctly warmer than his mother's positively icy eyes. Besides this, Alec is fairly underwhelming and tends to blend in (especially when compared with his sister, boyfriend, or any one of his friends).
personality;
Alec has always been a look before you leap sort of guy. He is levelheaded, cautious, and reasonable - Alec has always speculated that God thought Isabelle and Jace needed someone to balance out their rash decision making and spur of the moment actions. His practicality and general prudence do help to keep the two in check. Alec is the sort of person who likes to plan things out before they actually happen. He rarely rushes into anything, instead carefully and deliberately assessing the problem and determining the best way to go about solving it. He has always been a very cautious person and doesn't take risks unless it is absolutely necessary. Alec doesn't like surprises; he relies on the safe, the comfortable, the familiar. When safety and familiarity is torn from him he often has a hard time adapting.
Alec is not a very talkative guy. He isn't antisocial, but he isn't the epitome of outgoing either, generally quiet unless he has something meaningful to say. He is very serious and rarely makes jokes (and when he does, people are so shocked that he is actually making a joke that the joke itself is often lost on them), though his disposition has recently improved. Alec is pessimistic and when things are going wrong can be downright gloomy. On the other hand, when things are going well he is pleasant to be around due to his kind and caring disposition. He is somewhat of a pushover and can easily be guilted, mostly stemming from the fact that he doesn't like it when people don't like him and will do what he can to make things as smooth and peaceful as possible. This being said, he is easily jealous and holds a grudge, and if he truly feels strongly about someone or something will confront them in a very blunt manner.
He has always had some trouble with his emotions. His father is sort of the strong and silent type, and Alec has always felt some pressure to take after his gruff and apparently emotionless father. Unfortunately, he has a much gentler disposition than his overtly manly father and is more sensitive and emotional than Robert Lightwood. In addition to this, he has never been good at hiding his emotions and generally wears his heart on his sleeve. This is one reason why Alec is so grateful he blends into the background; if no one notices him then they cannot notice the feelings and insecurities he wears like a banner. Alec can be summed up as the quiet, polite, and responsible adult in the background that can be counted on to be reasonable and levelheaded at all times, but will literally do whatever he is asked for the people he cares about.
history;
Alexander "Alec" Josiah Lightwood was born to Robert and Maryse Lightwood in the beautiful city of Alicante. He was the couple's first child, and at the time of his birth the two were well regarded in society. They were also avid members of Valentine's Circle. Alec alone of his siblings remembered the Alicante from his childhood, because only a few years after his birth things began to fall apart not just for Valentine but also for Robert and Maryse. They escaped imprisonment but were confined to the Institute of New York City, never to return to the Glass City. So the majority of Alec's life was spent at the Institute, where he was raised alongside his younger siblings Isabelle and Max and adoptive brother Jace.
As the oldest of the four children, Alec quickly developed a sense of duty to protect his siblings no matter the cost. He grew to be the responsible oldest brother, keeping Jace and Isabelle in check when their antics got out of control and making sure all three stayed out of harm's way. He idolized his father and wanted to be just like him; a strong, gruff fighter of demons. But Alec was considerably more sensitive than his father, especially as a child. This proved to make things somewhat difficult for Alec as neither of his parents were adept at adhering to the needs of a sensitive child. Robert was too gruff, Maryse too icy, and so Alec developed a boatload of insecurities and the nearly tangible need for love.
To make matters worse, Alec found that his feelings for his parabatai Jace were not exactly brother-like. He found himself admiring every little aspect of Jace; the way his hair fell across his face, the way he moved when fighting, the way his lips raised in that little smirk before making a particularly sarcastic remark. And while Jace got on well with the female population even from an early age, Alec found he had no interest in women whatsoever. In fact, the only romantic feelings he had ever had towards someone were for Jace. Alec was never good at hiding his feelings, but knowing that Jace was unlikely to love Alec the same way Alec loved him, he tried to keep it a secret. He was constantly terrified that Jace would find out about his feelings and disown him, or worse, that his parents would discover his homosexuality and be completely disgusted with him.
Things fell into a predictable routine for Alec. Life was as normal as life for a Shadowhunter could be. Alec spent most of his time admiring Jace from afar and keeping his siblings out of trouble. Meanwhile, Jace remained blissfully oblivious of his affections and Alec, day after day, managed to keep his conflicted feelings a secret. It wasn't a particularly happy life, but it was safe, and it was comfortable, familiar and predictable. Then one day completely out of the blue, Clary Fray walked in and ruined it all.
Suddenly, there was a girl Jace truly cared about - an outsider that had waltzed in and stolen his golden haired angel from him. He was instantly jealous, and his jealousy sparked a deep (and unfair) hatred for Clarissa. A blur of events followed her arrival - Clary had Shadowhunter blood, and they were on the trail for the Mortal Cup. All Alec could do was hang on for the ride, too distracted by his own problems with Jace to really pay much attention to what was going on around him. His safe, familiar life had been turned upside down, and he resented Clary beyond belief for upsetting the normalcy he had so desperately clung to.
As if to mix things up even more, Alec found himself at the house of the High Warlock of Brooklyn, for a party of all things. It was at that party that he met the High Warlock himself. Magnus Bane. The warlock was completely different from Jace - he was more flamboyant, flashier, and so glittery. And to his immense surprise, Alec found himself attracted to Magnus' flashy and flamboyant demeanor. The fact that he was devastatingly attractive may have had something to do with it, too. Alec was even more surprised to find that Magnus was apparently interested in him, too, if that glittery wink and the number stuck in his back pocket had anything to do with it. Alec's meeting of Magnus opened a new door. It was a bright spot in the otherwise gloomy series of events to come.
Their relationship was furthered when during the retrieval of the Mortal Cup, Alec was gravely wounded by a Greater Demon. Alec would have died if not for Magnus, who showed up unexpectedly to heal him. He just remembers waking up to Magnus' face peering worriedly down at him, and despite his injuries feeling inexplicably happy. The happiness didn't last long, however. Though he and Clary had made amends and his jealousy towards her dimmed to a low simmer, Alec still had feelings for Jace.
Up until the war that finally broke out between Valentine and his supporters and the other Nephilim, Alec balanced a precarious relationship with Magnus and his confused feelings for Jace. It was only when Jace confronted him that Alec realized Magnus was the one he truly loved, and that he would do anything to be with him. This anything included coming out of the closet to his friends (though they somehow already knew, perhaps because of Alec's inability to hide his feelings) and family. He was able to overcome some of his insecurities about his sexuality as his family accepted him for what he was. Unfortunately, this brief happiness was dampened by the death of his younger brother Max in the war against Valentine.
Since Valentine's defeat, Alec has grieved his brother, but has also managed to maintain a happy relationship with Magnus. He has conquered many of his deepest fears and insecurities, and has begun to attain some level of normalcy with Jace again. Though there are still days when he finds himself falling back into the habit of watching the way Jace's face lights up when he smiles. All in all, life for Alec Lightwood has returned to the way he likes it: safe, predictable, and comfortable. Or at least as much as possible for a Nephilim like himself.
sexual preferance; homosexual.
family;
parents - maryse and robert lightwood
siblings - isabelle and max (deceased) lightwood
pets; none to speak of.
those random skills!
rp sample; Interesting, among other things. He supposed he agreed with her on that account. Interesting, among other things, that he knew her so well. Interesting that the likes of him, as she had so eloquently put it, could get so involved in the life of someone like, well, her. Sirius had no doubt that Dorcas Meadows was completely and utterly out of his league. He had never before considered the fact that there might be a sort of girl that was more of a catch than he. All girls gave in to him in the end, no matter who they were: the most popular, the richest, the snobbiest. All girls except for Cass. Throughout the years he had known her, she had seemed anything but interested in him. And for once it was he that was chasing after a girl and not the other way around - and Sirius supposed that was what made the difference. Maybe the reason he so[/size]loved... admired? obsessed over? Cass was that he was so tired of girls flinging themselves at him. He wanted a challenge. He wanted someone that would match him in willpower, who would play this intricate game with him, walking the thin line between love and hate. And he had found that person in Dorcas. She was worth chasing after, he grudgingly admitted to himself. Even if the chasing would come to no avail, she was worth it. Just like it was worth it to leave his family behind, to be sorted into Gryffindor, to (as much as he hated it) abandon Regulus in order to stand apart from the tyranny of Voldemort. Sometimes, there was a greater power that you had to give into. Sometimes, the lives of individual people did not matter, it was the whole that really counted. Sirius thought that maybe there was a greater power at work now, as he held Cass firmly in his arms. As two individual people - they meant nothing. Two reckless Gryffindors in a sea of students, two children soon to fight in a war far out of their hands. But together they meant everything.
He cracked a smile at her quip, though he said nothing. A sarcastic remark said now would only be half hearted, would be meaningless. "I don't need Occlumency." Sirius murmured. A lie, at best. He could not hope to understand her: not now, not ever. Occlumency would be very helpful when trying to decipher the thoughts of Cass Meadows. She was a type of human being he was not used to dealing with. She reminded him oddly of himself, and he tried to deal with himself as infrequently as possible. Maybe it was because he did not fully understand himself that he had such difficulty with deciphering Cass. But he was a mess. A constant battle of Black vs black sheep, a jumble of bitterness and laughter and teenage hormones. The product of two second cousins. He sometimes wondered if Andy wasn't right after all, that the inbreeding really had gone to his head. No one person should be this complicated. Did everyone have some sort of war going on inside of them constantly? No, Sirius couldn't hope to understand himself, and for that reason knew that no matter how he came to know Dorcas that he would never be able to predict her. They were the same when it came down to it; the lies through gritted teeth, the fake smiles to hide the pain and the forced laughter as everyone around them found happiness. A happiness that neither of them would ever really achieve. Sirius often wondered how it would feel to be like other people: so cheerful and carefree all the time. Maybe they had problems in their life, of course everyone faced some sort of difficulties, but when it came down to it the laughter and the smile in their eyes was real. It had never been for Sirius. Always, if you looked hard enough, there was some trace of the unhappiness, the weight of a world on his shoulders always reflected in his smiling glance. He had to live with the realization of all of his mistakes, all the things that he had done that he could not take back, and all the things that he could not un-see. And that was enough to taint even the happiest of moments.
But if there was a moment where Sirius was to be truly happy, it would be now. It was a strange kind of happiness, a warm content that had spread through his whole body as soon as he had drawn her close to him. It was almost a sadness, in fact. A happy sadness, though it didn't seem to make sense. He was abruptly jolted from the bliss that had swept over him like a blanket as something soft tickled the side of his neck. Resisting the urge to move his head, Sirius glanced down to see that it was her finger. Oh, Merlin. What was she doing? He relished the feeling of her skin against his, drawing in a sharp breath as her finger brushed his jaw. Damn. Did she even know what that did to him? Did she even know how the desire now built up in his chest, becoming almost unbearable, to draw said fingers to his hand and kiss them? To kiss her, softly on the lips, and just hold her for the rest of eternity? He pressed his eyes shut for a second, hating teenage hormones more than he had ever. Because he could not ruin what he had already accomplished by doing something stupid. Not that it was any merit of his own that she was in his arms, caressing his neck. It was surely some move of Fate. Sirius wasn't the type to believe in Fate, but he could not classify this moment as anything that either of them had done. It just was. Simple as that. He ignored the fluttering inside of his stomach as her hands moved to play with his hair. What was that? Butterflies? Was he really ... nervous? It was an entirely new feeling, to be nervous around a member of the opposite gender. He supposed if you didn't actually like the girl you were trying to win over then there was no reason to be nervous about screwing up in front of her. And now, faced with a girl he truly cared about, his palms were sweating. How irritating. Sirius was finding it very hard to breathe with her hands in his hair like that. This should not be allowed. She should not be able to overwhelm him so thoroughly, to take his breath away with such a simple movement. And damn teenage hormones, he was about to go crazy if she didn't stop with all of this ... touching him. Because he liked it. More than was healthy.
He sighed at her whispered words, letting his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment as she rested her head on his shoulder. Once again, she seemed to fit perfectly, her cheek nestled in the crook between neck and shoulder. "Unlikely, maybe. But true." Sirius returned, smirking slightly at her insistence to insult him. He didn't think he'd like her quite as much without those sarcastic quips, the biting humor that often made him cringe on the inside, though he did show it. Her hand against his arm was a surprise; he had thought she would turn and vanish as she had so often, disappearing completely, like she had never been there in the first place. Leaving him to wonder if it had all been a dream. But no, there she was, standing beside him, one hand resting ever so lightly on his forearm. He raised an eyebrow at her but remained silent, not daring to say anything to mess this up. Why was she still here? He watched her intently, eyes trained on her figure as she spoke once more, resisting the urge to sigh as her hand dropped to her side. Her fingers brushed against her heart, and she spoke the words Sirius had been trying so hard to suppress his mind from thinking. That she would be forever in his heart, no matter how hard he tried to keep her out. Sirius swallowed hard, the sudden quickening of his heart beat unnerving him. If she had not drew closer to him right then and there, he would have drawn her to him himself. He could not stand seeing her close to him without being able to touch her. He let his arms wrap firmly around her, head dropping to her shoulder in sudden submission. What was this? How could he feel so much for one person? He allowed himself to relish in the moment for a few seconds, but at her words lifted his head rather reluctantly from her shoulder to look her in the face. "Then," Sirius hesitated, a slight smile playing on his lips. "We can talk. Like normal people." Though they were anything but, both apart and together. They made an odd couple, Sirius Black and Dorcas Meadows. But somehow, in a way Sirius could not describe with any words (it would require words that did not exist in the English language, most certainly) it seemed right. And who was he to question what was right?
were you recruited by anyone? if so, who/how'd you find us?;; found you through a character request on caution.
APPLICATION TEMPLATE [ C ] holy fiddlesticks, BATMAN ?! thanks to carme__ of caution for the picture.
