Post by Alexander Octavius Hartman on Mar 23, 2013 10:31:13 GMT -6
A L E X A N D E ROCTAVIUSH A R T M A N !
be careful making wishes in the dark ,
[/i][/color][/size][/font]be careful making wishes in the dark ,
d a r k, c a n 't b e s u r e w h e n t h e y 'v e h i t t h e i r m a r k, m a r k. a n d b e s i d e s i n t h e
mean, mean time i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart. i'm in the de-details with the devil[/color][/font]
[/color] Alexander Octavius HartmanFull Name:
Age: Fifteen
Birthdate: December 27th
Sexuality: Bi
Gender: Male
Problem: Dissociative Identity Disorder [‘Multiple Personality Disorder’]
Grade: Freshman
Clique(s): Artist, Butterfly
Classes:
so now the world can never get me ?[/i][/color][/size][/font]
o n m y l e v e l. i j u s t g o t t o g e t y o u o u t o f t h e c a g e. i 'm a y o u n g l o v e r 's r a g e
gonna need a spark to ignite. my songs know what you did in the dark. so light 'em up, up,[/color][/font]
[/color] 5’10”Height:
Weight: 117
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Notable Features: Alexander has snake-bite lip-piercings, though he seldom wears them both at once or even at all. He has a nose-ring in his left nostril, and some faded scars [mostly on his back] from his decidedly less-than-ideal initial upbringing; There are fresher scars, marking up his arms, but he swears those aren’t his fault.
Play-By: Destery Moore
General Description:Alexander is a little bit on the tall side of average for his age, coming in at 5’10” and presumably still growing. While he might be growing upward, however, he doesn’t seem to be growing outward- he’s on the thin side, bordering on being unhealthy. Not through any special effort, of course, he just doesn’t remember to eat all of the time. His hair is black and he does tend to throw some colour into it every so often when the urge strikes him. Even without that it’s a sight to behold, usually jutting out in several different directions; he takes pride in his ridiculous hair styling prowess. The boy doesn’t make a huge habit of smiling when he’s paying attention to it, seeing as he has braces, and decidedly isn’t fond of them. His clothing style borders somewhere between scene and emo, consisting of skinny jeans and oddly printed tops, hoodies and jacket in goofy colours, sometimes scarves, usually bracelets, bright shoes.
That’s just Alexander, though. That’s what people would say if they described how they see him dressed. And as much as he’d like to be, his isn’t always the one in charge around here. There are subtle differences between how all facets of him prefer to be seen. Andy isn’t usually a problem- honestly, he shows up at terribly inopportune times and only in sporadic bursts, so he’s never the one to get Alexander ready in the morning. Alex doesn’t give two shits and a popsicle about his hair, so when he’s making an extended stay it’s usually just down instead of in its customary nest of spikes- his clothing choices aren’t all that different, though he tends more toward hoodies and things that could be deemed a bit more on the comfortable side. He has more things to worry about than fashion. Xander’s differences are subtle; he tries to look like Alexander the most. But the differences between the two of them can be seen anyway. While Xander’s style tends toward bright and almost scene, Alexander’s is a bit more subdued, the same styles in darker colours. It all just depends, really. [/justify][/blockquote][/size]
up light 'em up up up. light 'em up ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
u p, u p. i ' m o n f i r e. s o l i g h t 'e m u p, u p, u p. l i g h t 'e m u p, u p, u p. l i g h t 'e m u p, u p,
up. i'm on fire. in the dark, dark. in the dark, dark. all the writers keep writing[/color][/font]
[/color] Neon colours, the smell of paper, stars and their constellations, gummi worms, all manner of music, video games, mythology from the various corners of the world, and comic books.Likes:
Dislikes: Hurting people, waking up in places that aren’t where he went to bed, the deaths of his favourite characters in books/movies, Mountain Dew, Chartreuse, People who use others, his braces, ruining an art piece in the middle of making it.
Strengths: Really great at math, causing him to be put on an advanced track and shifted up into Intro to Trig. Good with his hands, mostly coming to fruition in the form of drawing- he’s good though untrained, but picking up methods fast in his art class. He’s friendly and usually has someone to hang out with, finding himself socially gifted even if he’s not necessarily close with anyone specially; this works to his advantage, seeing as Alexander hates to be left alone with himself.
Weaknesses: He’s too easily overwhelmed, usually trying to keep his emotions in check, but being overcome by the other sides of himself should he get too worked up. He hates to see other people hurting and will go out of his way to fix things for them, which may endear him to people but can be taxing on him. He’s not great at writing, having trouble keeping himself on track to write his required English essays.
Fears: He fears one day losing his own personality completely and never resurfacing. He fears never integrating, his different sides just getting stronger and stronger on their own. He fears never knowing who he actually is, because honestly, he has his doubts. He fears Xander, and just about everything he does. He fears his father ever getting out of prison, even though he knows it’s not happening. Oh, and he’s not so fond of spiders.
Disorders: Dissociative Identity Disorder, Anxiety[side-effect], Insomnia[side-effect].
General Description: Alexander is friendly, doing what he can to help other people. He doesn’t mind asking people better than him for help with something he’s not so great at, not really one to be too prideful. He likes to keep himself occupied, which seems to have lent him butterfly status- he wanders from social group to social group, though he thinks he’d call the Artists home. Despite a general desire to be around people, he keeps them at arms length- he never knows if he’s going to hurt them, or if they’re going to hurt him. So, while he seems to have a decent amount of friends and does what he can for them if they need him, he tends not to ask for them to do him favours, nor allow them his secrets or close bonds. Alexander is kind of closed-off about his disorder, tending to sidestep the topic- it's still rpetty fresh to him, and he finds it really bizarre [even if he has personaly jokes with himself, like his screen name 'OneManQuartet'].
Alex could use a Xanax or three. He’s a ball of stress even though he tries to be quiet about it- it’s what he’s here for, after all. Usually triggered by onslaughts of anxiety, Alex makes his appearance to take care of things. Nearly every major traumatic experience in Alexander’s life has brought about Alex, who tends to go through them for him. He carries all the worst memories inside of him, and won’t let Alexander know. He is the protector, the first ‘other’. It’s not just serious trauma that can bring him out any longer, though. He’s been getting stronger over the years, and now seems to come about with much less to incite him. He doesn’t like people, assuming they’re all here to hurt Alexander- which always makes his job so much harder.
Andy, Smash! That’s all he seems to do. When Alexander starts to get too angry- when he verges on true rage- Andy makes his appearances. His special skill is the destruction of everything in his path; furniture, people, nothing is truly safe. He’s put people in the hospital, he’s broken Alexander’s fingers by using them too harshly, he’s gotten them kicked out of homes and schools. He’s dangerous and volatile; but he runs out of steam after a bit. He hates people, wanting them gone, out of the way. The biggest fear is that he may one day go too far.
Xander seems to be almost more dangerous than Andy, however- at least for Alexander. Where the others come about as a means of protection, Xander is of a different sort entirely.As he grew, Alexander started to feel the self-loathing that tends to come about for people of his background. Nobody wants me, Everything’s wrong with me, Nobody loves me, I hate myself, I’m ugly, I’m always going to be screwed up. Somewhere along the line, Xander started to come to life, personified by these feelings; they’re not really so sure when, and they can't pinpoint his trigger. It’s been in the last couple years, but by the time they’d noticed him the black-outs were so prevalent that Alexander couldn’t tell him apart specifically. He’s sure about one thing, though: Xander hates him. He’s the one that’s come closest to actually meeting Alexander, via leaving him unsightly messages- things like cuts on his skin, deleting entire pages of assignments, attempting to destroy his relationships with other people. He’s as social as Alexander’s ever been, but much less friendly; he likes to make bad decisions on their behalf, tries to wreck their social standing, and he’s trying his damnedest to get them kicked out.
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what they write, write. somewhere ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
a n o t h er p r e t t y v e i n j u s t d i e d. i 'v e g o t t h e s c a r s f r o m t o m o r r o w a n d, i
wish you could see, see that you’re the antidote to everything except for me, me[/color][/font]
[/color] Theresa JeanMother:
Father: Zachary David O’Dell.
Siblings: None.
Pets: He has a little fishtank in his dorm with three goldfish in it; Beau, Corey, and Kelton.
Other: None.
History: Alexander Octavius O’Dell was born in a small town in Oregon. His parents weren’t married at the time, but they ended up tying the knot sometime before he was one- a hastily made decision, brought on by their child’s birth. It was probably one of the worst possible options, even if Theresa didn’t know it at the time. Shortly after they were married, Zach started to show his true colours; he liked to drink, and he sure did get violent. Of course, he wasn’t an entirely pleasant man even when he was sober. Alexander grew up in this environment, taking it to be simply how things were. He doesn’t remember his biological father ever being pleasant. He recalls the initial bruises, the yelling, how he always hurt his mother more than he hurt him. By the time he was six, though, is when they think Alex started to come about.
When he started really wishing that maybe all this pain could belong to soebody else, because nobody else seemed to have to deal with it. That’s about when he started blacking out, when it got really bad. He mostly remembers his father’s anger, and then later he remembers having fractures and bruises- never how he got them. This was chalked up by some genius as repression, the boy not wanting to know what was going on and simply deleting the information from his mental files. In truth, Alex was taking these moments, going through it for him, keeping Alexander safe from this awful human being who had spawned him.
He remembers coming home from the first grade to find his mother’s corpse. He’ll always remember that. Zachary’d gotten really plastered that day, stayed home, taken up part in some recreational spousal abuse; the poor woman had hemorrhaged, bleeding to death from the inside when a busted rib poked at a few vital organs. His father was nowhere, on the run as soon as he realized she was dead. But then, Alexander’s memory is blank for weeks; He’s told that he called 911. The police came, and it’s the same old story after that; the years of abuse discovered, the boy placed in foster care. He doesn’t remember his mother’s funeral. He doesn’t remember the orphanage, or the first week or two with his first family.
When he’d come-to in a strange place, he’d panicked, run away from his new home. Alexander was found only a couple hours later, but the family decided he was probably trouble and shot him back into the system. That was when he explained things to their therapist, who labelled everything the unfortunate repressed memory of an abused and anxious child. Things were fine, he kept going to counselling, he ended up with another family; he was eight now, and he really liked them. The only problem was that he had two new older brothers, and they didn’t like him so much. They thought fosters were weird and that they didn’t need any new siblings, so they picked on him, harassed him- took it a step too far and hit him.
Andy wasn’t too happy about that. That was the first time he ever made an appearance. One of the boys had a broken nose, the other a concussion, the bedroom furniture destroyed before he finally calmed down and Alexander came to with three broken fingers and a sprained wrist. The family really didn’t want him after that, and he was back in the system. This time the counselor paid closer attention, but still didn’t quite hit the mark; he had ptsd, the childish harassment of those boys inciting rage from the abuse he’d endured earlier in his childhood. He went through three more families after that, they’d often have some sort of incident like the ones before, and end up shipping him back.
When he was 13 he finally ended up with the Hartmans, Tim and Elaine, . He really liked them, they were great. They tried so hard to be understanding and work through his problems instead of just shipping him back. They’d always wanted children of their own, and Tim had been adopted himself- so they were really interested in fostering. He was fourteen when they decided to adopt him, and he was ecstatic; but then started getting doubtful. He thought they just pitied him, didn’t really want him, that he was a terrible kid and nobody could ever really love him. It’s proposed that this is when Xander started showing up. Then six months ago, Alexander woke up in the hospital; he’d apparently made a suicide attempt that he didn’t remember, swallowing most of the bottle of his prescribed sleeping pills. Xander was making himself known. This time, the correct diagnosis was made: Dissociative Identity Disorder. Multiple personalities in the same body.
His new parents loved him enough to give him their name and raise him indefinitely, so they wanted to do all they could. He was a danger to himself and St. Helena’s had success with these types of cases, so they filed the paperwork that week and shipped him off- assuring him that it was for him, not because of him. Alexander has his doubts, but at least it’s not back to the orphanage; but he wants to get better and go back home.
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a constellation of tears on your lashes ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
b u r n e v e r y t h i n g y o u l o v e, t h e n b u r n t h e a s h e s. i n t h e e n d e v e r y t h i n g
collides. my childhood spat back out the monster that you see. my songs know what you did in the dark.[/color][/font]
[/color] Effwit [Eff, Effie, any variation thereof]Alias:
Age: 19
Time Zone: Errr, United States Central?
Other Characters: None presently, but definitely subject to change!
Code Words: Shh. It's a secret.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]
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