Post by ERIK ALEJANDRO on Feb 22, 2013 21:06:43 GMT -5
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| [cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px, bTable][STYLE= font: 23pt Helvetica; font-weight: bold; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: 10px; ]ERIK AVEN ALEJANDRO[/style] [STYLE= font: 7pt Helvetica; text-transform: uppercase; color: #eee; margin-top: -20px; width: 360px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 1px dashed #aeaeae; margin-left:- 8px;]MALE ✖ PANSEXUAL ✖ TWENTY-TWO ✖ GOVERNMENT MORPH ✖ WORKER [/style] | |
| [atrb=style, padding: 8px; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 185px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px;] LIKES; ♥ popcorn ♥ alcohol ♥ drifting off ♥ dogs ♥ being around others DISLIKES; • government • hospitals • party-poopers • cats • vegetables POSITIVES; ○ empathetic ○ sympathetic ○ optimistic ○ flexible ○ charismatic ○ affectionate ○ selfless NEGATIVES; ■ insecure ■ stubborn ■ opinionated ■ perfectionist ■ apathetic to an extent ■ emotionally-detached HABITS/MANNERISMS; ♦ tends to drown his problems with substances and alcohol ♦ 'blanking out' when pushed back issues start flooding in ♦ really can't be super-duper serious ♦ bouncing back from being "broken" quickly ( see: blanking out ) FEARS; ♦ claustrophobic - though he can withstand it when a window is open, or some sort of flowing air is around ♦ can't go anywhere near hospitals and tends to avoid nurses, doctors, or really anything hospital-related like the plague ♦ his insecurity is that everyone is eventually going to turn their back on them, definitely a major fear of his as well [/style] | [atrb=style, padding: 8px; opacity: 0.7; width: 175px;][STYLE=height: 250px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px; width: 175px; ]HEIGHT; 6'2 WEIGHT; 187 lbs ACCESSORIES/ITEMS; - phone - pocket knife - popcorn - flask - pokemon at all times FACE CLAIM; [b]prince of tennis[/b], niou masaharu -- [i]erik alejandro[/i] [/style] |
| [cs=2][atrb=style, padding: 8px; border-top: 1px dashed #aeaeae; opacity: 0.7;][STYLE=height: 100px; overflow: auto; font: 7pt arial; text-align: justify; padding: 6px; ]HISTORY OR EXTRA INFORMATION; hardly a day goes by where erik can look back on his past and say 'wow, i'm really glad i did that'. regrets, at least for him, lurk around every corner, and they just so happen to be the one thing weighing him down consistently. he has little to no control over what decides to skip through his mind, and he tries to counteract that by having every bit of control possible by controlling what comes out - be it emotions to simple thoughts. when he was born, he was just like everyone else of his kind - a mutant, one of the few that actually managed to be successful of his day and age bred to be a machine of war. of course, as was expected, not every scientist was on board with this, but after hearing the plans, there was no other choice. a woman had given her fetus up to the on-going project, and after being given the DNA of a togekiss, a number was tattooed to his wrist and it seemed like he'd fit in with all the others, running around mindlessly like cattle as they either died from the mutagens in their own code or grew up to be living, breathing, hybrid machines. but that wasn't the case for erik. erik's scientist that was assigned to him was to be almost like a guardian, though without the relationship. his guardian was to oversee his progress, report any new or strange data, and just watch over him until his early 'tween' years. erik's scientist, however, had different plans. it didn't take long before a thought turned into a plan, and a plan into action - as the child of merely a year old was taken from the facility ( there was a small, 'contained' fire that just so happened to burn every record of erik - or, back then, 3702 - ever existing ) and given to a new home. the government looked for him - they killed the scientist after a period of torture, unable to squeeze much more information out of him other than 'gone'. the scientist went insane, and he had to be killed due to his spouting of certain valuable information. meanwhile, the morph was soon brought up in the humphries household, with an older sister by the name of geneieve. they were given strict instructions to never utter a word of the government to the child, to never have him witness the life that could have been. he was never to know about his powers, with the hopes that they would never sprout to be of any actual use to him. maybe, if the morph never knew he or she were to have powers in the first place, they never would use them, right? that was what the family hoped, and by the time newly named erik fit in perfectly with the family of white-and-black hair. it was common knowledge in the slums of detroit ( a long ways from maryland, to be noted ), his parents having to maintain multiple jobs each just to keep a roof over the house and food on the table. it was no surprise when they'd come back, exhausted, only to cook dinner and spend some time as a family before hitching off to work or bed again. the day care down the street was family friends, and that was where the children went most of the day. then, a new daughter came into the picture - dana humphries, and the mother had to take some time off work to care for the child. she couldn't have been gone for too long, though, and by this time gene and erik were old enough to help around the house in what ways they could - dishes, cleaning, every little bit helped. erik was around the age of three, gene being much older - by the age of eight, and much older mentally. routines fell back in. the parents being out of the house for the majority of their lives, gene taking charge as 'mama bee', or at least that was what erik tended to call her, and dana being the baby. it was simple, drop anyone under the age of five off at the day care and then it was off to the bus stop they went. after school they'd be picked up, and it was to home and preparing the house for the parents when they'd finally get off work. life was a last, then, and erik would be able to say it was probably the only time he could ever describe the word happy to explain how he felt. of course, he was also naive and young then. though, everything changed when their father suddenly lost his job. to this day, erik isn't entirely sure why, but he could remember his father suddenly spiraling out of control at that point. alcoholism ran in the family, of course, but his family didn't exactly have the money to support and alcoholic dead weight of a father. soon enough, his father started going to the bar rather than going to his jobs, and suddenly the family was completely shit out of luck. abuse started to become a fickle topic. while erik - and hopefully dana - were in bed, the dad would be out on the prowl, and if things didn't go exactly his way, gene and the mother would feel the force of it. erik, at least, didn't notice. he was naive and young, and thankfully, he had no idea that much of anything was going on ( except that his father was a gigantic asshole and he showed it by refusing to talk while he was around, which progressively became more as time ticked on ) until the child protective services got involved. daddy was taken out in cuffs, followed shortly by mom. the children were instructed to pack their bags, and erik was shipped to a foster home for children of his age, right around seven year olds. gene sent to a separate all-girls one, and dana would be shipped off to one for all-girls of a younger age. it was the last time erik had seen his 'biological' sisters. after a good few years of being in a foster home, erik had become suddenly more hardened than before. while still optimistic, he grew wary of others, and he suddenly learned the thrill that it was to fight. while his morph powers didn't show up ( there were a few close calls, but for some reason he managed to unknowingly keep them under control ), he always felt like he didn't quite belong with the other children. for some reason, no matter who he hung out with, he felt different. he met a girl, by the name of elise, and she became his best friend and, dare he say, third sister of sorts. however, when erik had suddenly fought his way to the top tier of 'royality' - as made clear when he first entered, he was at the bottom of it with elise - he was forced to make a decision. the ability to be adopted before anyone else, or stay with elise. elise told him that she'd rather be alone than let erik pass up on this idea - and after quite a few meetings after dark, they agreed to not be adopted without the other. that is where the alejandros come into the picture. lilith and theodore alejandro, a family of power and wealth known for their chain of hotels and resorts littered globally ( though, centered in the americas ). erik, as stated in his agreement, was given first pickings. his optimism, and newly sprouted charisma was what gave him his charm and attracted the alejandros to him - and he pleaded that they take elise with him. staying as far away from the story as possible ( rule 02. you don't talk about royalty ) while also trying to explain his brotherly love for elise. they agreed, and the new family of four walked out with the heir, and the heiress. now, the original plan was to get a single heir to take on the family corporation when the alejandros were to die. they had to qualms with splitting it, and that became the new plan. erik would be able to say that he felt happy for yet another, albeit short, time in his life around this period - being of eleven or twelve. then the car accident happened. he slid into a coma, lilith and theodore died upon impact, and elise died a few hours after. right when the doctors were about to simply pull the plug, erik came back, and he was struck with sadness when he learned that everyone but him died. in the will, he was to inherit everything ( elise's half was given to him now that she was dead ) the moment he'd turn twenty, he'd inherit everything fully. without much of a care in the world, erik became the child that was basically looked down upon in every school. he got in with the 'bad' crowd, got into drugs and alcohol, and his grades started to tank. he stopped caring, stopped seeing any ambition in life, and it was at this moment that he started to realize how different he was. while in a bar fight ( he was around sixteen at this time ) and he was losing - badly. out of pure panic, erik shot a series of metronomes, a confuse ray and explosion mixture. he awoke in a hospital, little to no memory of what he had done. suppressing his powers for that long and then letting them down in such frequency like that had knocked him unconscious, and while his memory of that night was foggy, he started questioning his own identity. it was marked off as a gas blow, erik actually managing to kill a few in the aftermath, and he fled the city. blood on his hands and a mysterious number on his wrist ( 3702 ), erik had nowhere else to turn but to his guardians, susan and george. they were his more recent nannies who had dedicated their lives to watching over him, and it was them who deemed him old enough to drop the 'M' bomb on him. for the next multiple months, in the backyard of their florida estate, erik practiced honing his powers. he couldn't exactly get any of them to work correctly, constantly doing something wrong and suddenly the whole move would be fucked. frustration was what he mainly felt, as he attempt time and time again to get any sort of move to work. he didn't know what he was, didn't know, really, who he was anymore either. the only thing erik felt was betrayal - was his family even family anymore? why wasn't he able to access his powers with ease like the other morphs were supposedly able to? was he defective, was that why he was sent off? or, just a stray thought, maybe he didn't have the proper training that all the others of his age had? suddenly, erik was filled with a newly found stubbornness. he started running himself through drills - running on the line of obsession, honestly - be it simply working out or running through attempts at trying to concentrate to using something, anything. suddenly, it came. fear clenched his stomach as he couldn't move. he wondered if he finally managed to do something wrong, and if he was going to stay frozen forever, when he suddenly started getting hotter and hotter. in a burst of energy, a yellow light was blasted into a wall that he was using for target practice - leaving a large, disintegrated hole. confused, but mostly relieved, erik celebrated it as a minor step to his goal - full control over his morph abilities. the name he used would later have a name, being known as solarbeam ( thanks to metronome ). slowly but surely, he started gaining control over his powers. after the first few metronomes - quickly followed by the first few actual moves of his own - things came easier. the mindset that was required to even think about forming a move came almost naturally to him, and erik found that his constant drills helped. before he knew it, he could summon a move with ease. that didn't mean he wasn't against fighting, however. the blood of those innocents from that bar fight remained stained on his hands. he felt like no matter how hard he scrubbed and scrubbed, they would remain engraved there. the motivation to go through the slave work that was controlling his moves was purely so that a slip up like that would never happen again - if he could control his outbursts, he wouldn't have to hurt anyone ever again. hospitals suddenly made him fidgety, a painful memory of the multiple times when he'd wake up and people would be dead. he was suddenly convinced that the car accident was because of him ( flashbacks, it was a metronome, erik was having a temper tantrum and in a fit of rage used metronome, firing a psychic and slamming the car into another ). controlling his powers, as well as his temper ( hence the apathy towards anything negative ) would help everyone. he started distancing himself, hoping that if he didn't branch out, that he wouldn't have to worry about hurting anyone any longer. it didn't do that, only successfully making him lonelier as he turned to alcohol and substances again, drowning his issues in them. eventually, in a drunken stupor might he add, he signed his name off to a strange blue haired girl. he was pulled from peaceful florida by the beck and call of this much younger girl ( twenty-twoish by now and basically a rich motherfucker ), and was basically told that he signed up for life as a 'rebel', whatever the fuck that was. he didn't realize that he signed up to basically pour money into the operation, and without much of a care in the world he did, simultaneously running the business from the comfort of his couch thanks to electronics. a mansion on the outskirts of town was where he spent the bulk of his time housing people who were either of the rebel resistance or just simply some stray morph ( or one girl who was just really poor and so optimistic, he couldn't say no ) who needed a home. he took them in, housed them, fed them, and made quite a few friends. he went undercover as a government agent, feeding the rebels the tidbits of information as he went. admittedly, he got sidetracked, and in some sort of long series of unfortunate events, shit happened and he was eventually taken in by the very people who created him once again. they found out who he was, going as far as to let him loose and monitor everything he did. since then, erik went to being the government's dog. he hates everything they stand for, and with the rebel resistance gone, he'd given up hope. at least, he wasn't going to actually go out of his way to aid the government in their sick new ploy to get more morphs under their belt. while they're rather pissed at him for being able to stay under the radar ( the bar incident had them sniffing around, but back then he was notably a human ) for twenty-two years. he thinks of his new 'job' as punishment, and while they allow him to live a semi normal life outside of being a government dog. he plans on breaking them from the inside eventually. they just need a weak point. oh and note: he refuses to participate in the fighting rink because he's still kind of a pacifist even though fighting gives him that adrenaline rush, he's just being emo and refusing to give himself a chance at freedom. erik feels like he needs to earn it himself. 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