Application recommence : Alex Marsters || OC

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Your Name: Alma
Age: LULZ
Contact: almalthia @ PLURK // almalthia80 AT gmail

Character Name: Alex Marsters
Series: OC
Timeframe: 2014, current day AU Earth
Background:
World Background:
Imagine the year is 2014: America is suffering from the largest national debt it's had in decades and is trying to pull itself out of a Depression that has left tens of thousands without jobs. Foreclosures are at an all time high as people struggle to keep their families under a roof that they can call 'home'. Gas prices have begun to impact the ability people have to even get to the jobs they already have. Health Care is laughable at best. Social Security, the very thing that some survive off of, is being threatened to be removed in the near future.

Japan has suffered a country altering earthquake and other natural disasters are becoming more and more the 'norm'. Countries have begun violent uprising against their tyrannical leadership. Things have, in all forms and manner, gone to hell in a hand-basket.

Oh, and the world is supposed to end in approximately a years' time.

You might think, that with all of this and so much more already occurring throughout the world, that people might have taken the news better.. or at least been less shocked by it all.

It was a regular day, or as regular as any other. There wasn't anything that made the unveiling day different than any other, but it was a different day. As different a day as any human might have ever considered possible. After all, it wasn't every day that mythical and mystical creatures suddenly made themselves very known to be both very real and very integrated into the world around us.

Teachers, doctors, students, political figures...Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters... Suddenly the world was inundated with the fantastical: vampires, werewolves (and other werebeasts), witches, ghosts, fairies, ghouls and so very much more. People were suddenly learning that creatures of legend and myth had been their neighbors, friends and co-workers for any number of years. Some 'normals' celebrated and some feared the knowledge that such creatures existed.

Of those that suddenly made their way into the spotlight, there was also a mixture of reactions and feelings. There were those that came out immediately, reveling in the opportunity to flaunt what they were to the world at large. There were those that chose to remain quiet about their given abilities or alternate forms, choosing to reveal it to only those they wished and at their own leisure. Others still had already made the choice to keep it to themselves and share their identities with no one.

In one moment, the world that people had known was forever changed and issues of bigotry and racism came to the fore more than they ever had been. Talks were quickly held about putting a 'Non-human Registration' into effect so there would be some way of keeping track of the non-humans.

Nothing had yet been finalized upon Alex's arrival on the Tide, but there was no small amount of unrest about the civil unfairness this registration would involve.

Alex Background:
Alex was your typical twenty year old male; well, that is, if you discounted that he happened to turn into a wereleopard and was paid to model women's fashions.

He had been one of those middle-runners after the 'big announcement' was made, neither flaunting nor hiding from his true self. He had come to terms with his change after contracting lycanthropy nearly three years previous.

Born and raised in Southern California, Alex was a rather extroverted child and found no small amount of love for the arts and homemaking. He also was a good deal 'prettier' than many of his schoolmates, earning him no small amount of jabs and ridicule. As if this were not enough to make the boy a target, the young Marsters boy found that his interests leaned not just toward young women, but young men as well. However, his parents and friends were more supportive than perhaps any child could hope for, standing up for him and allowing him to be anything and anyone he cared to be.

At age fifteen, Alex was approached by a modeling agency and soon after he began his career at modeling. Modeling female fashions seemed the smallest of steps to the young man, who felt that there was nothing wrong with dressing in or wearing clothing that wasn't 'made for him'. His opinion was then, and remained, "If I feel good and look good in a dress, I'll wear the dress." He has toured the globe for shows and even now, at nineteen, remains in the modeling world; although there was a short time after turning seventeen that he was forced to take a leave of absence for .. personal reasons.

An unhinged fan, taking offense both at Alex's sexuality and his cross-dressing career choice, caught the young model off guard as he was leaving a show in Milan. His fellow models watched on, horrified, as the man proceeded to brutally beat Alex. Alex, though feminine and fey by nature, was not the most delicate of flowers. With his own well-being at risk, the young man fought back for all he was worth, drawing blood from his assailant.

It seemed like the fair-haired model might even win the exchange until the grubby local drew a knife and plunged it into Alex's trim form. In the ensuing chaos that followed, the man was caught by local law enforcement and Alex was brought to the hospital. No one thought anything of the man's cries of, "We'll see if you're so pretty next month!!!" It wasn't until the first full moon that the full levity of his words would be known to Alex, who had unknowingly been infected by the man's own lycanthropy during the fight.

The first signs were small ones: a heightening of his senses that he hadn't had before. He noticed that he seemed to heal pretty quickly when he'd gotten hurt a time or two, no visible scarring or marks remaining afterward. He couldn't quite explain the increase in his sexual appetites or the fact that certain things just felt different; how his skin simply felt alive and practically tingled. He'd have no way of knowing until after his first change that this was a sixth sense and that he was actually 'feeling' other creatures of myth and legend (just as readily as they felt him).

His first change was painful and terrifying and it was only luck that sent him stumbling into the California desert, to be found by a local pack of werewolves. The pack nursed him through his first change and began the process of introducing the young leopard to his new way of life. For every question they answered, Alex had three more to take the place. It was a slow journey, but with time and patience, Alex found that he could live his life and make the best of it even with his 'monthly visitor'. He has continued to model and make a lucrative life for himself out of doing such, taking classes at the local community college during his off time.

He was on his way back to his apartment, heels on and earbuds in, when he gets ends up on the Tide.

Personality:
Alex was raised by a loving and very accepting mother and father who taught their son that he could be anything and everything he wanted to be; no matter what stigma might be connected to it. They didn't bat an eye when their son came out to them fairly young in life, knowing that he wasn't the same as the other young men around him. It was because of this nurturing nature of his parents that Alex was able to be himself growing up.

Sweet, funny, loving. A lover of the arts and music and fully capable of seeing the inner and outer beauty in anyone. Trusting, at times, almost to a fault. Quick to laugh and slow to anger, though his anger (like any wereleopard) is a force to be reckoned with. Passionate and protective of those he loves, he can be highly emotive when stressed or pushed too hard.

Sexual by nature, he doesn’t think twice about certain things and strives for physical contact. In the world of were-creatures, physical contact is not always about sex, but comfort and love as well.

Sexually, Alex will swing either way, although he has most frequently found his flavors tend to run in the male direction.

Appearance:
Human form:
6'2" / 143lbs
Blonde hair // waist length, wavy
Eyes: blue-green
Body type: fit and toned

Leopard form:
Typically colored leopard, blue-green eyes, about 1/2 again as large as a non-lycanthropic leopard. (Think somewhere between the average average lioness and tiger in size/weight, rather than a leopard: approx 300lbs)

Were form:
He can also take a form that is a classic 'were' animal, half man and half animal, with speaking abilities.
6'9" / 323 lbs

:: At no time does he lose his normal human intelligence, save for when he's lost to a full moon... And then he's smart *and* deadly (because he'll still think like a human, but one that's out for blood)::

Human: http://www.browsebiography.com/images/gal/345_Andrej_Pejic_photo_5.jpg

Leopard: http://naturescrusaders.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/amur_leopard_1970226951free1.jpg

Abilities:
- Latent superhuman abilities (strength, senses, healing)

As a were-creature, Alex can naturally heal quicker than his human counterparts. Smaller wounds (cuts/scrapes) will heal within minutes, while larger wounds (stab wounds/bullets/slices) can take several hours. Large injuries, such as broken limbs or gaping wounds can take several days' depending on their severity. When the moon is closer to being full (or is full), his abilities are augmented and work at a faster pace.

There have been rumors that it is possible to heal from the loss of a limb, but as Alex has never had this problem (nor knows anyone directly effected), this is simply conjecture.

- Shifting with the moon phase is all pretty much just myth and legend. He has the ability to change forms (human, were, leopard) and is NOT held only to the moon (although the change is easier on a full moon than not). ::::NOTE:::: The only exception to this is that he *has* to change on the full moon and when he does, he surrenders to his beast and, while retaining human intelligence, his only goal is to kill and satiate that lust.

::NERFING FOR RECOMMENCE::
- Alex's form changing abilities will remain the same; however it will prove far more tiring than it ever did on his world. If he changes too frequently over a short span of time, he will be unable to change back and have to remain in whatever the last form he's taken until he's rested (Amounting to a full nights' sleep or energy renewal)
- He will not be able to 'sense' other non-human beings. He will be able to smell that something is non-human if they are a shapeshifter or the undead (ie: if they smell like something non-human), but he won't know a witch is a witch by the way she 'feels' any longer.
- Alex will have limited healing abilities (ie: even cuts and scrapes will heal a much slower rate (several hours for even simple cuts/scrapes/bruises)) and take it out of him physically (ie: he'll tire if he tries to force heal something major and possibly knock himself out (comatose if he exerts himself to keep from dying. He would remain so until fully rested or healed by another resident)). It will be rather awkward should he get stabbed or similar until he gets his gifts back. :D

::NOTE:: There is truth to the damage that silver can have on a were-creature, in that a wound inflicted by silver takes far longer to heal than normal. If the silver item is kept within the wound site, it will not begin to heal until it is removed. A wound inflicted by silver will heal, however, it will heal at basically a human rate.

Items: The clothes on his back, iPhone in pocket, backpack (with change of clothes, mace, kindle, kindle cord, makeup, MacBook w/ charger, charged iPod w/ earbuds and charger, etc)

Preferred Quarters: NA

Third Person Sample:
Alex sighed softly as he lay back in the tub, oil water rising up to his chin as his eyes drift closed. He could spend the entire day wrapped in this blanket of warm water and not think twice about it, but he knew that this would not be the case; the world of the working man didn't work that way and he had an afternoon due to the clothier's tower.

He opened his blue-green eyes, staring up at the vaulted ceiling overhead and a smile played across his lips. He had been rather pleased to find that there was a variety of 'jobs' that could be taken up upon arrival at Holloway's Keep, having feared that he would be bored for more than his fare share of time. Idle hands, and all that ..

"I might wish for an evening free these days," he muttered to himself, chuckling softly as he shook his head.

With that he rose from the water, thick blonde hair soaked through but tied back securely in a braid that fell past his waist. It was the only way Alex could keep his hair under control, and though he regretted not being able to let it fall freely around his shoulders, he knew full well that would regret doing so. One tangle could set him back nearly an hours' worth of brushing once it was dry, and though enjoyable to a point, he had just brushed it all out this morning and didn't want to have to do so again. There had been a time when he wouldn't have dreamed to undo that braid for fear of facing his stylist's wrath upon reaching the venue. Hell, he would have been far more inclined to let it hang loose if he knew there was someone readily available to help him brush it out again.

Alex recalled a time, not too long ago, when his busy schedule left fairly limited time to himself when it came to the company he might wish to keep and what he actually kept when not working. When he'd found any spare time filled with interviews and magazine photo shoots. These thoughts are sobering and his smile slips a touch as he is reminded of a particularly troubling conversation.

His agency had started hinting that he might want to think about dropping the classes he'd registered for at the local college, but Alex wouldn't hear of it. If there was one thing that helped the wereleopard feel human (pun not intended) after the business of Fashion Week, it was knowing that his off season would be spent in school.

Alex sighed softly as he stepped from the tub, securing a towel around his trim hips. "Might as well get it out of your head, kid," he said softly, his reflection staring back at him from the mirror. "No college .. no classes .. no Earth .. Enjoy what you have."

With a snort, the young man turned from the room, wet feet slapping against the stone as he made his way toward the barracks. It was going to be a much longer evening than he had anticipated if his thoughts continued on in this vein.

First Person Sample:
[Audio]
[There can be heard the definitive sound of muttering, but for the moment it's only an audio entry, so you can't hope to see who's talking..]

This has got to be the oldest piece of tech I've seen in my life... [
A brief pause while he clicks through a few of the device's basic options. He's also looking through some of the past entries, brows rising as each subsequent entry seems to confirm the outlandish story he was told.]

You have seriously got to be shitting me .. What the hell is going on...?!

[Look who's holding himself together fairly well, fellow Black Tide residents! If you were to actually see Alex, you might not know if you were looking at a young man or woman, his androgyny being one of the things hat they liked about him the most on the modeling circuit. You would likely see his nostrils flaring widely as he scents the place, were this more than an audio post. As it is, you will now be rewarded by a rather impressive sneeze.]

So .. If this is broadcasting my words, I can only presume that there is someone out there that can hear this .. Anyone out there? Any, ahh .. humanoids? Hell .. Are there folks here from Earth at all, year twenty-fourteen? I'm Alex...

[A moments' silence and then an irritated growl.]

Damnit, I don't even know if this thing is actually going to anyo-

[The audio clicks off again as Alex shakes the communicator in irritation, effectively cutting off the recording and halting the flow of words.]