STEVENSON, alexander giovanni

[julia]

alexander giovanni stevenson.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. alexander giovanni stevenson.
stage name. alex stevenson.
nicknames. alex.
age & dob. twenty-six & march 14th.
gender. male.
sexual orientation. heterosexual.
career. graphic designer/animation director.
hometown. monterey bay, california.


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. six foot two.
eyes. brown.
hair. black.
build. muscular.
distinguishing features. he has a very distinct smile; that is when he does smile.
play-by. steven strait.


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. art & drawing , taking walks through town , spoiling people he loves , arizona tea , fast & furious , dogs , sunday comics , black coffee , cigarette's , cocaine , classic rock , showing off , working out , and night life.
hates. the media , getting stuck in the rain , taxi's , being woken up , running , people who try too hard , being wrong , being proved wrong , smart asses , and slow drivers.
quirks. when he's stressed he'll take a step outside and have a smoke , he runs his fingers over his neck or chin when he's nervous and laughs more than needed , despite having a cellphone he usually never has it with him , chews his lower lip when he's lying , always carries an extra empty pack of cigarette's so he never has to let anyone else have one , and when he's 'on a trip' or in a really confused mood you can find him slurring english and greek together when he speaks.
aspirations. to break his addiction; eventually , have his art finally be noticed and recognized, to find someone who will love him no matter what (besides his sister of course) , and to make an impact through his art.
secrets. he keeps his addiction to cocaine between his sister and himself & his real childhood.
personality evaluated.

alex usually rubs off on people the wrong way and they can easily take him as being a rude and harsh person but little do they know that inside he's really just a gentle, protective, loving, giant and that he's only struggling to fight his demons. his humor doesn't help him out much since he's the type of person who will find a joke in everything and anything, despite how serious or not the situation really is; which over the years has gotten him into some bad situations. on the other hand though, it helps some people cheer up because he always has a way of lifting the mood in certain situations. being reckless and carefree can also easily describe him as he's the type of person who appears to shrug what other people think of him off his shoulders and keep trudging along. or he's the person you'll find speeding and cutting in hollywood traffic all while holding an unlight cigarette in his mouth and one hand on the wheel; acting like he doesn't hear people honking or their nasty glares.

a huge setback for alexander though is that he tends to be a very addictive person in his personality. which basically means that it's easy for him to become addicted to anything, such as the reason he's so heavily invested in his cocaine addiction and no matter how much he may want, can't get himself out of the rut of being a user. his addictive personality can also be found in his relationships because he can easily become obsessed with someone.

with all the bad in him there also is a good in him, when he feels the need to he can show people how much of a sweetheart he really is. he's always been the protector in his family, ever since their father passed away, and he's taken the role of playing the somewhat fatherly figure in kat's life; at least he's tried to. he'd lay down anything just to make sure she was okay and he definitely would do anything to protect her. little does she probably know that when she's out on her walks not being able to fall asleep you can sometimes find him sitting in bed till he hears the door click shut and the lock turned.

/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. andrei alexandre stevenson , deceased, welder.
mother. amelie olivia stevenson , fifty , real estate agent.
siblings. katalina isabelle stevenson , twenty-three , film actress.
pets. a brindle boxer named tobias , 3 years old.
other family. giovanni andrew stevenson , fifty-three , actor.
history evaluated.

alexander was born into a loving family on march 14th in greece. as the years passed and it became apparent that his sister had a talent in performing arts, alexander found himself getting a little jealous becaust at this stage in his life he wasn't exactly talented in acting or memorizing line. he was the kid that if was asked to remember something as small as one line he would forget it in a matter of seconds. in this case he believed she was the lucky one and took all the talent in the family but little did he know that when he drew it was more than the average stick figures and odd looking houses that most boys his age drew. as his parents seemed to notice this they started to put him in art classes and lessons which for the longest time he held a grudge against because he figured it wasn't enough; he had didn't see it as a talent at his age despite any praise he got from his teachers or family.

his views on his talents and his life changed though the night his father was killed by a drunk driver. the night was somewhat of a blur to him and all he can really recall was sitting in the stiff plastic chairs in the hospitals waiting room with his mother crying and his sister, who was wearing her dorthy outfit from the play she had just been in. even though just a few hours ago he had been sitting pouting and hoping she did the worst possible job in her play so that maybe he wouldn't feel like such a dud, he realized that he had to play the fatherly figure in her life and that she was just as vulnerable as he was. that night he was the one sitting in her room until she fell asleep and then would fall asleep on her floor, just in case she needed him during the night. that moment in his nine year old life everything changed.

soon after this incident his family up and moved to california in a small town near the ocean where for a moment he felt as if he could start a new because no one would know his fathers tragic death. when asked about his family by classmates or others he soon found himself sugar coating the truth and acting as if his father was still out there somewhere; he was stuck back in greece with work and couldn't move to america with his family was his excuse. when he finally hit middle school he finally understood that art was something he was talented in and that he didn't need to be an actor like his sister to have talent and soon his addictive personality took over and he became so obsessed and so in love with art that he spent most of his free time doodling on paper and would even draw on his homework or tests which didn't always please his teachers at school.

having graduated at the top of his class and with awards along side his sister, he moved to hollywood with katalina in hopes that their talents would be noticed. this was also the time in his life at the age of twenty-three that he found himself getting into cocaine because despite his somewhat carefree and happy attitude he still found himself fighting with past over his fathers death and his childhood in greece; he needed a little help to take the pain away. he had tried it with a buddy of his at a party they had gone to together one night and he soon found himself craving it more and more as time went along which lead up to him becoming an addict. even after the night his sister had found him on the bathroom floor after an overdose he couldn't pry himself away from it, it was too late and he was far too gone. he now finds himself struggling and hoping to break out of his addiction, eventually... but it can wait a few more years.

/ christmas came early for me

alias. julia
years of rp experience. about 4 years
other characters. none.
how did you find us. somewhere.
roleplay sample. i usually write in third.

I had a million words piled into my mind that I’m sure if Alex hadn’t hug me would have come spilling out before I could even contain them but that hug; it had paused all my crazed thoughts and for a moment brought me some sort of peace. “I missed you too.” I managed to say slowly as if the words were strange to my own mouth and afterwards I took in a sharp breath as if I was afraid that this was just a dream that would be ripped from my fingers and I’d wake up sitting in a hotel room in Australia wondering what kind of painful dream I had just lived through. As she stepped away from the door though I slowly walked in and glanced around the room. Everything about it was like I remembered last time I had visited here. Last time. It seemed like such a long forgotten memory that I could hardly remember it. At this point I was at a loss of words and as much as I wanted to talk to her and tell her everything I could I just couldn’t. Why did I come back? The question caught me off guard and I found myself freeze with my fingers resting against a textbook on the desk as my blue eyes quickly flickered to her and just stared. “I… I don’t know.” I said even though I clearly knew why but I couldn’t tell her; at least not right now.

Finally answering the question, I drifted around the room and allowed my finger tips to grace over everything as if taking it all back in and allowing the memories to flood back; though some weren’t as pleasant as I hoped. It had never been an easy thing being around Alex, as much as I loved her company, there always seemed to be some bad attached to the good around her and I couldn’t help feeling like some sort of dumb ass for staying around when no matter what I got crushed. There was always something that kept me drifting back. Her words though once more caught me off guard and I found myself tripping over an object on the floor as my shocked eyes went back to her and didn’t focus on what was ahead of me. Quickly, my mind scrambled for a way for a reply to say back to her. Anything that would make it seem like it was alright and that this thought comforted me. I wasn’t sure though because I was worried of being crushed again and that’s probably a sad thing for a man to feel around a fifteen year old girl when he’s five years older than her. What was wrong with me?

Taking in a deep breath I watched her for a moment before stepping up to her ever so slowly. Pausing just a few steps in front of her, I reached out and carefully placed a hand on her cheek. I didn’t realize it but my hands were shaking and I had made sure to carefully place my hands on her cheek as if my touching it might possibly break her in some way. “Don’t say that.” I said as much as it pained me too but I knew this wasn’t right. She needed someone her own age; I had realized this on my latest adventurer outside of Hawaii. Sure I loved her but maybe it wasn’t meant to extend outside of a brotherly sort of way and our age difference made it a bit awkward. When she was eighteen I would be twenty-three and that just seemed a bit unsettling too me like she could find someone closer in age that would be better for her and less of a heart break. “I know… your heart has been through a lot and I don’t want to be another problem on your shoulders but let me just be honest. Okay, Al?” I picked every word carefully and spoke slowly; not to make sure she would catch every word but so that I didn’t say something wrong because I usually spoke before I clearly thought everything out. My eyes quickly darted around the room as my hand dropped back down to my side. “I don’t want you waiting around for me forever. There’s someone out there that could be better for you than me; someone your own age. I don’t want to break your heart but I have to be honest here. I don’t want to ruin your life and you to look back on your high school years and wonder why you wasted it away.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment before going on with my mini speech. “I will always be here to protect you and watch over you. I will always be an ass to anyone who I think will hurt you because believe me you’ve gotten yourself hurt too many times around here. I promise that I’ll stop any new jerk that comes around.”

Was that really how I wanted it? I didn’t know myself but at the moment it was the only words my mind could grasp on and right away I was in search of something to say to keep her heart from breaking anyways because I knew it would. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I don’t know. I feel dumb saying that around someone younger than myself but it’s true.” Shrugging mu shoulders in defeat, I backed away from her and moved over to her bed to sit down on the edge of it and place my face into the palms of my hands. I wasn’t sure what I was doing with myself or with this situation though I wish I was one of those people who knew how to handle everything just right. Me? I would never be that type of person and I knew that. I would go the rest of my life stumbling over words and reasons to make everything seem okay when it would always be twisted somehow. Always.

[sarah]