Alexander Davies[finallydone :P]

[Alexander Davies]

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RP sample: [1 or more paragraphs]Plol, Me RPing as a girl ^^ hardly my best work...girls are WAY harder to RP as

Sierra watched, frozen to her very heart as Nancy struggled, trying to tun away as soon as she saw Sierra raised her wand in vain. She watched Phaedra charm the serpents away, and Sierra no longer cared anymore what was to happen. Kill her...it must be better than this mind numbing confusion. Screams reverberated over and over again, and bodies were being trampled as people realized a desperate need to get the hell out of the befuddled room, for come hell or high water, anywhere was better than this.

A man came running towards the two girls, an almost impossible feat seeing the level of confusion that had came up, but she paid him no heed. She tilted her head slightly to the left, looking at him with an almost curious expression on her face, although that couldn't be seen, hidden as she was by the silver mask that adorned her features. She didn't even pick up her wand to head him off, for she had no clue what to do even if she did. She was safe here, even if she had no particular urge to be. Why would she hurt someone, for what cause would she be doing it for? For Voldermort and his reign? Whatever for, she wasn't even a part of his group. However much he may want her to be. And anyway, Phaedra had said they were safe and Sierra...trusted her. What a time to learn to start trusting people; amidst an ongoing battle. But time froze for her, and Sierra was distant from the battle. There, but although seeing it on the other side of a window, surveying the picture serenely. But her partner was not as silent as she. She felt a building anger rise up in the little bubble Phaedra had built, and turned, almost in slow motion, towards the Slytherin.

She saw it all. Phaedra raised her wand, as it seems to Sierra, slowly, taking forever to take aim. But take aim Phaedra did, and so much more. Sierra honestly expected the girl to produce a stunning spell, or something of that sort. But no...Sierra watched, cruelly swiped away from the porch on which she watched the madness, back into the middle of the fight. The man was killed.

She watched, fighting back the first tears she had since her dad's departure from her life. She looked on Nancy, the poor girl lying on the floor, caught by Phaedra's spell. "I can't...I won't" she screamed, somehow sounding determined and helpless at the same time. Sobs wrecked her words, although Sierra's face was still free of over-whelming tears. Even now, she was never one for feeling sorry for herself. She looked cowed when a woman just started screaming at them out of nowhere, for some inexplicable reason feeling like girls being caught misbehaving.

A wave of anger took over her at the woman's words. "I am no one's slave," she yelled back, a hand on her mask to pull it off. Luckily, she came to her senses just on time, snapping up her wand instead with surprising speed, sending the Cruciatus Curse, actually managing to hit the woman on her stomach. But the connection did not last long, and after 1 minute of unreliable wavering, the beam of light faded out. But there were more important things to do.

Sierra turned to Nancy, her breath coming out in fast gasps as she raised her wand, aiming...to kill."Avada Kedavr-" She was struck down suddenly from behind, both girl's backs uncovered, although they had deemed themselves protected by Phaedra's charm. Protected, it seems, by magical spells, but not normal acts. An auror had recognized this fault, and seeing Sierra's raised arm and set face, threw a wine glass at her, hitting right on the back of her head. Sierra pressed a shaky hand up at the wound on the back of her head, feeling woozy and shaken beyond belief.

She looked confused as Phaedra rose to meet up with their challenger, although her words reached not to her ears. She watched the woman raise her wand, and using the last limits of her energy, yelled out for Phaedra to beware.

Basics:

Full Name:Alexander Davies
Nickname:Alex
Age:17
Birthday: 12 July
Grade: [if a student]Senior
Occupation: Student;;several part time jobs
Martial Status:Single
Orientation:Straight

Personality:

General Description:Alex is always knows as the popular boy, the jock, the all star. How can all these titles leave room for an actual personality, a mind he can call his own? Well, its not all like that. In reality, its much harder. The player, the school sweetheart actually had some depth, who knew? Anyway, besides his charm and endless energy, theres actually a guy who likes things other than one team made the championships, and who's going out with whom. He can be sweet, friendly and even passionate about things that are dear to him. Too bad so few see it that way. Cause you see, that kind of behavior isn't exactly noticed in their cozy little town, and no one really sees that part of him. Except, perhaps his sister. Alex took to being extremely protective over his twin sister, and cares for her more than anyone or anything else in the world. And the Tennison family? He absolutely adores them, and is willing to do anything for them, no matter what the risk.

But as we said, that part of him isn't really well known. What is, however, even to the general population, are his loyalty, protectiveness and sense of duty. Once he made a friend, that link will be nearly impossible to cut. He is willing to do almost anything for his mates. As far as people know, you better not lay a single hand on anyone of his 4 best friends, for all five would come down on you. Hard. And his sister? Dude, dream on. The Tennison family has became his own, and he became the knight in shining armor protecting it.

Likes:

• swimming
  
• dancing
  
• playing with their dog
  
• any sport
  
• playing by the beach
  
• hiking
  
• help out the Tannisons
  
• friends
  
• his new family
  
• parties
  
• being in control
  
• fishing
  
• writing
  
• reading
  
• camping
  
• chatting with friends
  
• just relaxing
  
• teasing his family
  

Dislikes:

• being ignored
  
• being interrupted
  
• gossip
  
• having to sit still
  
• having to keep quiet
  
• anyone annoying his sister
  
• bullies
  
• spiders
  
• being fussed over
  
• an uncontrollable situation
  
• being kept in the dark
  
• jellyfish(hurts more than you'd think)
  

Hobbies:

• basketball
  
• soccer
  
• taking long walks
  
• windsurfing
  
• writing
  
• reading poetry
  

Goals:

• Graduating from a good school
  
• pay back the Tennison family
  
• take care of his sister
  
• becoming a soccer player
  
• write stories/poetry on the side
  
• settling down with a solid relationship
  

Appearance:

Celebrity:Chad Michael Murray
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Clothing Style:Alex always goes for the neat, fresh look. Nothing suits him more than a white, pressed, shirt, although if you see him if you see him in the school sport teams jerseys you might feel different. With Alex, its all about feeling comfortable with whatever suits him, heck what other people think. Depending on his mood swings, Alex might feel like trying on the 'nerd' look, although with his athlete good looks and confident swagger he actually manages to pull it off.

His favorite things to wear have got to be logo tee-shirts and jeans. Nothing too fancy, unless the situation demands it. His shoes are either Converse or Nike, no 'buts' or 'ifs' about it. Three quarters of his closet are in different shades of blue, his favorite color. Alex is all about subtle but neat, hot enough to melt your heart but not something your mom would complain about.

History:

Parents:
Jacob Davies-Father, deceased.
Koley Davies-Mother, deceased.
Siblings:
Savannah Davies-twin sister-17
Pets:
Lizzy-A huge yellow lab Alex and Savannah take care of. They found her when she was a puppy and have kept her ever since.
Cousins:unknown
Other Relatives:
Tennison family:
Jackie Tennison,Tally & Kaylee Tennison||Foster sibs
Birthplace:Harper Valley, California
History Bio: [at least two paragraphs]There are just some things you can never change, even if you want to with all your heart. Thats pretty much everything in my life. Now don't get me wrong. It's been one hell of a ride, but I got through it. Whatever they throw at me, I still survived. But trust me when I say it hadn't exactly been easy. There were parts where I completely gave myself up, but I'm still standing. Thanks to the Tennison family, and of course my sister. Why the Tennison family and not my own? I better start over, I don't want to confuse you. Maybe starting over will help me set the record straight. Who knows?

I don't really have parents. At least, not anymore. All I have from them is a box of memories, 10 journals and 10 photo albums I would give up my life to keep. They're the only thing I have from them you see. The only thing I ever had from them since I was three.

In the beginning, just after we learned how to read, Van and I pour over the books every single day. Trying to catch a glimpse of our mum's life through her own eyes. Now only Van does it. I tease her about it all the time, but in truth thats not why I don't read it anymore. It hurts too much. Savannah's stronger than me that way. We used to sit in Jackie's room day, trying to decipher what mum was talking about. Not anymore.

Mum and dad started dating in high school. Really close, giving each other everything they had to offer. Dad gave mum his jacket and senior ring. Mum gave that something completely different. How different? Nine moths after that, came us. We were the gifts that they couldn't cope with, twins, a boy and a girl. Even now I'm still wracked with guilt. If, perhaps, there had been only Van, they would have survived. Maybe, with one of us, they could become the perfect happy family. But that didn't happen, and there were two of us. Two of us meant lots of work, bearing down an already harried couple.

They weren't prepared, they were far from ready. Mum and dad were only seventeen, just as old as we are now. How would they be expected to cope? Dad had a good job at a garage, where he worked hard all day. Mom worked night shifts at a diner, staying up all the time. Even when she had us. Thats partly why I promise never to get a girl pregnant. What my parents did were admirable, they did their best. Bust sometimes the best wasn't good enough.

It scarred on them badly, probably both of them but mum had it worse. If I try really hard, I think I can hear a woman sobbing. But who knows, it can just be my imagination. But I can hear a woman calling out sometimes, telling me to do my best...telling me that she was proud of me. Mum and dad did really well, but they were just teenagers, after all. No older than Van and me, how were they expected to survive? Mum had a really bad depression, it was eating away at her soul, making her determination weaker, losing her will to live. When we were three. them 20, mum killed herself. She hanged herself out the window, just when we were playing outside. I remember waving at her, wondering what she was doing. But she didn't wave back. Were were confused and hurt, unable to grasp the reality of it like all children. But dad, he understood what happened. And it hurt me real bad. He loved her more than anything in her world, obviously willing to go through anything as long as she says by his side. But she isn't anymore. He willed away his life on alcohol, and by our third birthday he got sent away.

And so from then on, my sister and I lived with a family called the Tennisons. They weren't much better off than us. Their parents were extremely hard working, and how could they not be, with three girls in tow, not to mention the two of us now coming to live with them. But they were a brilliant family. The years I spent with them couldn't be any better. If I couldn't have my own family, they were the best substitute there is. The three girls were Jackie, Tallie and Kaylee. They all welcomed us with open arms, but I loved Jackie best. She's a year older than me, and the twins, Tallie and Kaylee, a year younger.

My childhood flashbacks were the best one could ever wish for. They were filled with laughter and joy, the gladness of a family being satisfied with what they have, no matter how meager it may seem to others. Jackie was always my best friend. The twins were always off alone, so Van always sticks around with us. The days could only be described as bliss. Jackie and I always play basketball together, while Savannah take pictures. Jackie and I were the perfect image of the 'best friend'. For a town so fierce, Savannah and I found a place we could call our own. For that I can not be more grateful.

But of course, just when you think you've got it all the world gets jealous and takes it all away from you. Jackie and I became really close with two girls that, at that time, I barely even knew. Charlie Halleck and Kalie Burke. I love being alone with Jackie, but she seems intent on me getting to know both of them, which I did. The last to join our merry little gang was Wyatt Rays. He was a cool guy, but to my surprise, he had a little bit more than friendship on his mind. To me, it was a bit of a shock. Mum and dad died because of their eternal love, is it truly safe for anyone? I don't really know any of them, except for Jackie. She was the only person I could truly trust. Wyatt was always edgy when when he was with the two girl, Kalie and Charlie. Still, it was nice when he started going out with Charlie, although I sensed something else there. Who knows. There was another side to the story, but one I haven't uncovered yet.

But Ryan wasn't the only one liking Charlie. Every time I see the pair together, I feel irrationally jealous. She was my friend first, I keep wanting to shout, but was never brazen enough to actually do it. Because it was more than friendship that I would be shouting for. I liked her too, wanted her so badly. Every time I wanted to spend time alone with her, Kalie was always there. I could have sworn that there was something between Charlie and I, something that even she knew of. But Kalie...ever present, and I just can't fight it anymore. Just let the waves carry me, for I have no will or sense of direction anymore. The couple pulled apart slightly from the rest of us, and I found I don't care anymore. Those two can be together, for I can stay with Jackie and Kalie. Nothing, not even love, could pull us apart. Because we were best friends. But Kalie finally confessed to like me. I didn't know what to do, but in a haze, I agreed. So we were now together. But there was no spark between us, nothing that made me smile whenever I think of her, no awe filling me as I lean forwards to kiss her cheek. But her eagerness made up for it. How can I disappoint a girl I promised to be friends with for the rest of my life? It couldn't be done.

Was Charlie disappointed when Kalie and I went out? I don't know, I really don't. But after a while, it became obvious to both of us that Kalie and I weren't meant to be with each other. Mum spoke up butterflies in her stomach, blood rushing through her head. There was none of that. We finally broke up, with mutual friendship on our mind, but it didn't come to that. I had ruined our friendship forever. But strangely enough, Wyatt and Jackie were so obviously in love, although nether admitted that to the other. I loved Jackie, and couldn't have hoped better for her. But for me, that was added interest to that. It left Charlie free.

Even after all this time, I was still deeply in love with Charlie. All the symptoms of that fatal disease that mum had described in her books were there. She was the one. But how would she accept me? I'll keep trying, for that is the only thing on can ever do. I'll keep trying...even if it kills me; its worth it. I finally found out what mum meant.

But life goes on outside our little band. Savannah got hurt, bruises on her skin like you'd never believe. She says she got pounced on in the dark allies that surround our town. I say that she's lying. I know her better than anyone else in the world, and I know that there was more to the story. It will come out one day, that I also know. So I'll wait. Van refuses to be mollycoddled by me, so what can I do. She has good sense;she can stand on her own two feet. But if anyone was to hurt her, they will be in for the pounding of their lives. No one touches my little sister.

But dramas aside, my life is and ongoing story. I still play basketball every spare chance I get with Jackie, and Savannah always comes with us. She keeps disappearing, but I don't mind, because now she's grown up. I grew up with friends, enemies, rivals, love, companionship. In short, everything anyone can ever ask for. But I can't stop to take a breath, for if I stop, even for a second, the world will just keep revolving, leaving us behind. However much it hurts, I'll keep moving on, because I know someone is always there to help me out. Life wasn't easy, and it never will be. But at least I have you.
~Alexander Davies

Other:

What do you think of the site?:wicked plot!definitely what interested me the most
Do you play more than one character?:nope, not yet at least
Any suggestions?:nope

[savannah davies.]

A C C E P T E D. Welcome to Only in my Town. I'm so glad to have you here and I'm definitely happy to have a good role-player for a brother, lol. If you have any questions or suggestions, please feel free to PM me.

[Alexander Davies]

haha, thanks