Post by Jisa on Dec 3, 2011 18:59:19 GMT -5
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Name: Alex Raymond Custodio
Age: 19
Time: Since Birth
Gender: Male
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Breed: Warlock
Eye color: Grey
Hair color: Black
Skin color: Slight Tan
Height: 5’10"
Weight: 157lbs
[li] Silence
[/li][li] Magic
[/li][li] Solitude
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[li] Loud Noise
[/li][li] Vulnerability
[/li][li] Being Taken Off Guard
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Magic: He knows some defense, attack and healing spells- mostly attack and healing though. He works more through magic than through potions. He also knows a spell that makes books whisper to him, to give him an idea of the contents quickly just by touch.
Personality: Alex doesn’t speak much, he is very focused and determined. His mind barely wanders from spells and magic, and because of this- his social skills are less than adequate. He tends to be harsh, witty, sarcastic and slightly spiteful. He is very efficient and has very good memory- he doesn’t forget anything, and that can be good, but at times keeps him from moving on. Lex doesn’t believe in much, including love. The only thing he dedicates himself to is magic. He doesn’t have any loyalty to anyone but himself, however he has an outstanding moral code- which conflicts sometimes.
Family: Bernadette, Neil and Cici Custodio
History: Alex was brought up in a four person family. No one knew they were a family of magic- and neither did they themselves. Cici was always Alex’s annoying little sister- but he watched out for her as much as he could. Sadly, because Alex never grew muscular, or tall and couldn’t even manage to look threatening, he got pushed around and it ended up being that Cici stood up for him. Embarrassed, he stopped trying to cause trouble over her and retreated into himself. Eventually, everyone in his family learned to let him be.
It was when beautiful Izabel came into his life that things really started to change. She was the quiet and delicate looking new girl. Naturally, with her flawless beauty, she became the center of attention. Alex knew she was out of his league anyway.
One day, Alex was crossing the parking lot to his car when he saw some of the jocks at school harassing her. Alex couldn’t stand to watch as she became more irritated but unable to do anything. So, abandoning his resolution to let everything that was beyond him go, Alex confronted them.
All told, it went very badly. One on one would have ended badly, but two was overkill. It stopped when Alex was on the tarmac, bruised and bleeding with Izabel pleading for them to stop. Finally deciding that he’d learnt his lesson, the jocks left.
Alex had tried to brush her off, and get back to his life of quiet and books, but she’d refused. And so Izabel Tyrn had wedged herself into his life.
They shared many interests, and became very close. Izabel was the only one who really understood- everything. She was the only thing he could think to be beautiful.
Of course, it couldn’t last. One of the more quiet, less physically threatening jocks took an interest in sweet little Izabel with her dark hair and long lashes. Gareth knew that she held eyes only for Alex and so decided that Alex needed to be taken out of the picture. He too, was a Warlock.
Long after school had ended, Alex left the library on the grounds and was walking down the hallway with Izabel when everything went to hell. Gareth appeared at the edge of the corridor. Instantly, Alex’s warning bells went off. Izabel hadn’t backed off to leave Alex to handle it, she just wasn’t like that.
“One chance.” Gareth had warned.
They both knew what that meant. So Alex had fought. Gareth didn’t have a slight reservation about using his powers. Alex had taken quite a beating- bewildered and quite frankly scared to death of what Gareth was wielding- and was barely holding on to consciousness. Gareth had smirked, like he had won and let loose one more blast of energy to finish Alex- and Izabel had stepped in the way.
She hit the wall with a sickening crack. Panicked, Gareth had disappeared. Alex crawled over to her, his vision dimming as pain overtook his spent body.
“Izabel.”
He had murmured, over and over as he took her hand. Her life had seeped away throughout the night that they lay there, until a janitor had found them and the police were called. Izabel didn’t survive, and it left a scar so deep on Alex, that he could never fully repair himself.
He went to find information on things such as Gareth, and found out that he was what Gareth was. He never wanted to be vulnerable again, and so dedicated his life to magic especially attack and healing, because he didn’t want a repeat of Izabel. He distanced himself from everyone and everything, and adopted his personality so that he couldn’t be hurt in the way he had again.
He swore never to care.
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(c) Stella
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