Gabriel Lloyd Alexander

[gabriel lloyd alexander]

WELCOME ALL TO CURTAIN CALL
at the opera

GabrielLloydAlexander

drifting
on a sea of forgotten tear drops

`NAME; Gabriel Lloyd Parker
`AGE; 17 years
`SEX; Male
`ORIENTATION; Straight
`OCCUPATION; Currently, none
`NICKNAMES; Gabe

LET THE MUSIC FILL THE NIGHT
and soon it's all we hear

`LIKES; Music, girls, playing music (bass guitar&piano), singing, listening to music, being outside, and more music
`DISLIKES; Snobs, posers, rap music, drama, and people who whine
`HABITS; Alcohal, and pot.
`HOBBIES; Playing and listening to music, and singing
`HEROES; Jimi Hendrix and Bob Marley
`OVERALL PERSONALITY;

Rather carefree, Gabriel is fairly easygoing. He’s usually smiling and enjoys joking around and having some fun. Although he has mellowed out slightly over the years, he still likes to have fun, and it even carries over to fights; although he doesn’t act silly, he does often engage in banter or teasing. This can be rather annoying as some believe that he doesn’t take things seriously enough. However, this isn’t true; Gabriel just wants to enjoy life while he can.

In fact, even if he’s not always serious, he can definitely be at times. Gabriel can be extremely protective, especially of those he loves. He’s got a bit of a “hero-complex” in that he wants to help everyone and anyone, no matter what. He’s determined to be a guardian of sorts, and anyone in trouble is someone he has to protect. Thus, he can be a little overprotective, but usually in a subtle way that doesn’t annoy others.

Although he’s not exactly short-tempered, Gabriel isn’t what you’d call calm and collected either. He’s fairly easily annoyed, although smaller things won’t annoy him or atleast not keep him annoyed for very long. However, certain things do set him off, and when he does, he can be a force to be reckoned with. Although he usually fights with words, he certainly won’t hesitate to get physical if needed. In face, Gabriel does enjoy a fight once in a while, although he’s not what you’d consider violent; he just likes a bit of action.

`QUOTES;
"I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to. " --Jimi Hendrix

RAGING VOICES IN MY MIND
rising from the orchestra

`HAIR LENGTH; Medium, Shaggy
`HEIGHT; 5'8''
`EYE COLOR; Very dark brown, almost black
`ETHNICITY; White//Indian
`HAIR COLOR; Black
`PEIRCINGS; None
`TATTOOS; None
`NORMAL DRESS; Dark colored shirt, with open, dark colored, hooded jacket. Slim dark colored jeans, and white Vans.

I AM ON THE OTHER SIDE
they're howling in my head

`PARENTS; Janie Alexander [Mother//Deceased] Landon Alexander [Father//Deceased]
`SIBLINGS; Alexine Alanis [Half-Sister//Alive]

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(from a different site, with talking animals :3)

The eerie silence seemed to envelope her. The only sound was the soft thuds of her feet on the ground, and her pants of exhaustion.
The tall, slender teenager was surrounded by thick walls of mist and fog. As she ran, the drops caught on her face and clothes; it wasn't long until she was damp with the dew.
Through the dense fog, a dark silhouette was outlined. No matter how fast she ran, or for how long it remained feet away. It quickened and slowed as she did, always out of reach but reminding her that it was there.
The girl flicked her drenched brown bangs from her eyes, and pressed on quicker. Her legs were burning, and she blinked the wetness from her eyes. Dew or tears? She didn't think about it.

"Ion!" she finally cried out, and the silhouette stopped in it's tracks, whipping around to face the girl.
An evil cackle split the air, and the girl dug her heels in the ground to stop herself. Lightning cracked in the sky, lighting the dark fog. The relief she had felt, turned to dread.
The person tumbled toward her. His short brown hair was drenched with dew, and blood poured from a wound in it's neck. It's eyes were sightless, and rolled back in it's head. The man's mouth was twisted in a last expression of pain.
The girl opened her arms to catch her brother, her mouth opening in a silent scream.

Mya's eyes flung open, and she sat straight in her bed. Her face was drenched in sweat, and her pajamas were slightly damp. Light filtered through her window, and wiping the tears from her eyes she plopped back down on her pillow.
"The same dream again, Mya?" a smooth voice asked, although it seemed to come from no one in sight
Mya shook her head, her tongue seeming suddenly parched. "No." she whispered, her voice surprisingly calm... and dark. "This time... I caught up with him."
There was the slight ticking of claws, as a solid black dog pulled itself onto the girl's bed. It's amber eyes were bright with it's intellect, and it's ears were pricked with interest.
"Was it Ion?" The dog asked, his voice low. He was a large, and soft German Shepherd. That was it's normal shape anyways.
Mya put her hand on the dog's head, and scratched it behind it's ears. "Yes, Fable." she raised herself once more, and wrapped him in a hug. "It was Ion." she buried her face in Fable's fur, but didn't cry. Her eyes remained dry.