Post by ALEC DOMINIC LIGHTWOOD on Mar 6, 2010 23:43:14 GMT -5
the one i wish i knew!
[/size][/center]your name; Stormclouds (Storm)
your age; Fifteen
your activity levels; Reasonably active, it does depend a lot on how much school work I have
your rp level; Literate, average of 800 words or so per post. :3
the one i know!
[/center]characters name; Alexander Dominic Lightwood
nicknames; Alec
characters age; Eighteen
grade; n/a
species; Nephilim
celeb/face claim; Gaspard Ulliel
picture;
appearance; Though tall enough to be noticeable at six feet, somehow Alec has mastered the art of remaining unnoticed. Whether it’s his quick-paced stride that seems to say ‘don’t bother me, please’ or his bland clothes, he would rather stay exactly the same so that he can continue to fly under the radar. He’s quite attractive, with pale blue eyes, dark hair, and muscles from his shadowhunter training, though he does all he can to downplay his looks. His efforts include wearing the same, faded clothes that he’s had in his closet for a number of years, hiding away in the Institute (or any building, really) when he’s not demon hunting (he avoids social contact in general), and not putting anymore effort than necessary into his grooming routine (ex, he’ll use shampoo but no conditioner).
Black has always been his preferred colour to wear, and so most of his clothes are black. At least, they were black at one point. A number of his sweaters have faded to brown and a number of his jeans have faded to gray. Regardless, he doesn’t bother to go shopping for new clothes and is quite happy wearing his old ones.
personality; One of the most prominent traits of Alec’s personality would be his overprotective (and frequently overbearing) tendencies. It was only very recent that he killed his first demon because he spent much of his time watching his siblings’ backs anxiously and killing anything that even thought about hurting them. The urges to protect them have only gotten worse over time, and then worse by a significant amount after Max’s death because he feels responsible for not being there to save and care for his little brother. Likewise, Alec is a very caring person, though has not had much experience and doesn’t know how to express these emotions. This is unfortunate because he’s very passionate and has a lot of love to give to the important people in his life.
Quite possibly Alec’s worst quality is his near-inability to deal with changes of any kind and his distaste for them. He’s worn the same sweaters for so many years that they’re practically a part of his body (this particular habit of his is one that annoys Magnus to no end). Alec enjoys routine and having things stay the same; even though being a Shadowhunter can be unpredictable, at least the general routine stays the same: get shaken awake, eye Jace’s bright, excited eyes suspiciously, shoot whatever tries to kill his brother and sister with and arrow, snap at Jace for being reckless, sleep, repeat. Alec is not a risk-taker. This alone was one of the biggest obstacles in his complicated relationship with Magnus.
Alec has always been a quiet person. In fact, when he was born, he didn’t even cry a single tear; he just watched people curiously or slept. He has many opinions, though often keeps them to himself. He’s content to sit and listen to people talk or to read a book. Conformity is his best friend because it allows him to not stick out from the crowd and to stay pretty much the same Alec he’s always been. He tends to get nostalgic, especially now that Max is dead, but hates experiencing feeling of nostalgic (specifically Max-related ones) around other people because they tend to make him upset.
history; Alexander Lightwood was born in the Glass City, and as the oldest of the Lightwood children, he remembers some, though very little, of how it was when his family lived there in his early years. He was very young when they moved to the Institute in New York. Thankfully, he took a liking to the Institute’s library despite Hodge who was frequently there which annoyed Alec more often than not. The rest of the Institute was quite nice, though Alec found he was afraid to touch many things because of how old and fragile it looked; he didn’t want to hurt anything.
When he was a little older, Alec spent a lot of his time looking after his siblings. It was expected, as his parents were often out and about on Shadowhunting business and Hodge ‘has more important things to do than watch a bunch of hyper children.’ Having to watch his siblings was more frustrating than anyone ever really did or does know - Alec has always been jealous of how Max looked up to Jace. Taking care of the younger three was also hard because no matter when or how they have injured themselves over their lives, Alec has always blamed himself and felt guilty for not protecting them. Because of this, he grew very, very protective and would willingly throw away his life if it meant saving any one of them. Though one would think that Alec would be jealous of Jace’s natural talent as a Shadowhunter, he was too busy watching his brother’s back and worrying to envy him.
It took Alec a long time to realize exactly how he felt for Jace, and when he finally realized, he denied it immediately. Who wants to admit to themselves that they’re a guy in love with their brother? What he wrestled with the most for a year or two was that he was gay. When he finally accepted it, it made life just a little bit easier even though he felt the need to hide it from his family. After he allowed himself to be himself, even if only alone, he became slightly more overprotective and overbearing; mostly because he wanted his siblings to always feel safe with whoever they were, even though he didn’t.
The first time Alec felt something for someone other than Jace was when he first saw Magnus at the party in which Simon was turned into a rat (an event that, to be honest, Alec found tiresome and annoying). The sparkling warlock and winked and said ”call me” and Alec hadn’t been able to get him out of his head. For a long time, he pretended like Magnus hadn’t caught his attention, but eventually, the two began seeing each other; however, the whole thing was done secretly upon Alec’s request. Despite their ‘datingthough secretly’ status, Alec continued to deny his feelings for Magnus and believe in his ‘feelings’ for Jace.
When the possibility that he or Magnus could die in the final battle against the demons in the Alicante presented itself, Alec made the decision that he wasn’t going to let himself or Magnus die without telling the warlock how he felt. His youngest brother was already dead and he wasn’t about to lose anyone else without a proper good-bye; he wasn’t prepared to walk up to his parents and say out loud that he was gay, but kissing Magnus in front of them seemed like a good way to go about letting them know without the words actually leaving his mouth and it was also a good way to tell the man he loved that he wanted him and now knew it. After the battle, the Lightwoods returned to New York. Alec continues to live in the Institute, though spends most of his free time with Magnus.
sexual preferance; Alec is homosexual
family; Robert and Maryse Lightwood (parents), Isabelle and Jace (siblings)
pets; ---
those random skills!
rp sample;[/size]Faith often wondered what her family and friends back home had done after she disappeared. What they had thought, what they had done . . . What Danny told them. In all honesty, Faith hadn’t thought of Danny until she had been long gone from her hometown. At first she was angry, after all he had bit her and then just left. Afterwards, she thought that maybe it was for the best. She wouldn’t know what to do if she found him anyway. Kill him? That was a possibility that she had entertained numerous times, but never really acted on. Anger was something she had grown more accustomed to the older she got, but other than the odd insult thrown at someone for nothing other than being there and the humans that became her prey, she was a harmless little thing.
“Going for a swim?” the voice was soft, unexpected, and alarmed Faith. Obviously she had been too lost in her thoughts to pay attention. Water splashed on her legs a bit as she twisted around, eyes searching the dim light for the stranger speaking. A low growl had started building in her chest at the first sound, and it increased slightly in volume, vibrating her body slightly, when she set eyes on the vampire. The male vampire. A dangerous smile turned up the corners of his lips, and Faith recoiled a bit. Danny never looked at her like that, when she thought back, he was careful never to hurt her. In the end, it didn’t matter. Still, she couldn’t help but distrust male vampires, and when you added that cautiousness to that expression, Faith was troubled by the stranger.
He stood leaning against a tree with a dark hoodie shadowing his face. That only added to the mystery that seemed to cling to him . . . or maybe it was just her imagination run wild. A chuckle drifted through the air, and Faith realized that he was laughing. At her? There wasn’t much else to laugh at. “Not exactly,” she finally responded, looking down at the lake she was standing in. It might appear that way, wouldn’t it? She probably looked stupid. Then again, she hadn’t exactly come out there to socialize, she hadn’t been expecting an encounter with another person.
Faith glanced back up, watching the stranger. It felt rude to just stand there and not do anything or introduce herself, but she was nervous. Her brain was telling her to be afraid, to be very afraid. Unfortunately, it was also telling her to be polite. With a small sigh, she took a step back even though there was a good ten feet between them and then shrugged. “I’m Fae,” she introduced herself by the name she went by most of the time. “Faith” was defined as “complete trust or confidence in something or someone.” Faith hadn’t had faith in anything or anyone in a long, long time. And for that, she wished her name was something much different.
Faith shivered. She was cold, scared, uncomfortable … and she was fearful that at any moment she would freeze this room solid. Fear never helped her keep in control of her power; often it was fear that caused her power to react and attack something or someone. “I don’t think anyone knows.” The answering voice was quiet, but she still recoiled slightly at the sound. Trying her best to stay calm, she took a slow, shaky breath, facing the direction of the voice. Werewolf. Okay. Could be worse. (could be a vampire)
She nodded; it didn’t occur to her that he - whoever he was - would not be able to see her doing so. Her eyes kept flicking around the dark even though there was nothing to be seen other than black. After shivering again, she edged quite a bit closer to the direction that the werewolf’s voice had come from - she felt safer closer to a werewolf than she did in any other place where there could be a vampire. “L-listen …” she said softly, hoping that he could hear. “I-I didn’t hear who-who all is in h-here. Was there-was there a Jackson or … or a Nate?” The best thing to do, she decided, was eliminate as many of her worries as she could. Were either or her best friends down … here? Wherever “here” was? She would feel much better if they weren’t.
“Sooner they let us go the better.” Faith skittered backwards at the voice until her back was pressed against the wall again. Her eyes widened, though she still couldn’t see anything, and she bit on her lip and wrapped her arms around herself in a hug as she felt her control of her power slipping again. Breathe, she reminded herself, closing her eyes tightly for a few moments. As she followed her own instructions, her mind registered that it was a human, only a human, just a human, and she was fine. Blue eyes slowly opened, straining to see the outlines of the two people who had spoken to her. Releasing her grip on her arms, she chose to ignore the cold burn that settled against the skin in the shape of her small hands.
“Y-yeah … hopefully we won’t be here too-too l-long.” She paused. “I’m Fae.” Her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows furrowed - where had that come from? She hadn’t been going by Fae since a couple weeks after she arrived in Bedfordshire. Nate and Jackson had called her Faith, and it was easy to introduce herself as Faith instead of the nickname she had chosen for herself after being changed into a vampire. She frowned. Fae. I’m Fae.
It felt right. It seemed to fit again. It had felt awkward to think of for a while, one of the reasons she had slipped back into calling herself by her real name but … Fae. It was her name, after all. She had used it for forty-five years. Her lips twitched up at the corners ever so slightly. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you two, but it would be nicer if we weren’t …” she looked around again. “Here.”
:3
flashback stolen from an old post of mine.
DONE.
were you recruited by anyone? if so, who/how'd you find us?;; I found you through an advertisement on another site that I'm on.
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