Post by Alex Kraczynski on Sept 5, 2007 7:36:19 GMT -5
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GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Gabi
Your Age: 17
How You Found Us: Neopets!
Other Characters?: Kat Jessock
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Alexander Lucas Kraczynski
Nicknames: Alex, Lex
Age: 17
Birthday: 12th July 1990
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
You Are A: Street rat
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Grey. Yet when the light hits them, they can light up to a bright blue.
Hair Color: Black as the ace of spades.
Skin Tone: Fair, but not pale.
Body Build: Slim, but not skinny. He’s got a bit of an athletic look to him.
Height & Weight: 5"7 and 135lbs
Other: + A stretching tunnel in one ear
+ Polish by blood
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Carolina Kraczynska
Fathers Name: Nobody knows
Siblings?: None
Siblings Name: N/A
Family History: Leaving your birthplace is hard for anyone. When you're only fifteen years old and you're travelling across the bitter seas alone, it's especially tough. No money, no family, no anything. What do you do? You sell the only thing you have- your body.
No one grows up aspiring to be a prostitute. It's not as though Carolina Kraczynska watched the hookers by the side of the street and dreamt of becoming one. But when she arrived in America, it was the only thing she could think to do.
"Do you have any friends or family here?" she was asked when she arrived on that cold spring morning.
"Yes," she lied all too easily "A sister in New York."
Of course they didn't ask her any more about it. She was pretty, healthy, and looked like she could make something of herself.
"An asset to America," a guard had whispered cheekily to his colleague.
She'd certainly turned out to be an asset for many a businessman. Men looking for some quick fun before returning to their stepford families.
The poor girl hated her lifestyle. Living in alleyways and going down on men old enough to be her grandfather. She'd meant to make something of herself in America, after having fled her abusive home life. Now she was no better than the whores and sluts she'd laughed at back in Poland.
It only took her two weeks to fall pregnant, and for her life to change completely. She was still able to stay on the game for a few months, but soon her bump began to show, and no-one wanted to do a pregnant woman. Unlike many girls who'd have given up, Carolina forced herself to do something about her lifestyle. She'd always wanted children, and wasn't going to allow her first to be born into such a disgusting life. So she worked. She did what she could. Cleaned, ran errands, sold, and by the time she was eight months pregnant, she was living in a slightly better apartment, with slightly better prospects.
Carolina honestly did her best for the little boy, Alex. Sent him to school, ironed his shirts, fed him well. Soon the money began to fizzle out however, and instead of finding a proper job, Carolina went back on the game. Alex was fourteen when his mother died from Aids.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Girls
+ Reading
+ Clothes
+ Safety Pins
+ Old classic rock music
+ Loving Relationships
+ Silence
+ Whores
+ Drugs
+ Rats
+ Loud noises
+ Horror Movies
+ Meaningless sex
+ People who try too hard
Fears & Habits:
Afraid of...
+ Adult men
+ Poverty
+ Being hurt
Habits...
+ Very jumpy and jittery
+ Looks over his shoulder a lot
+ Looks people up & down
Addictions:
+ Poking himself with safety pins
Personality:
By himself;
When he's alone with only his thoughts, Alex is quite comfortable. He doesn't need things to occupy him, and could sit for hours just staring at a fish tank, day dreaming about what he wants his life to be like. Though he feels safer around people, being by himself doesn't bother him. He's so used to it; months of being alone wouldn't affect him in the least, having learnt how to distract his mind.
With friends;
There are few people he'd be willing to call friends, but once you're labelled with that title, you're stuck with it. Alex is extremely loyal, and would do anything and everything to please people he cared about. When he's around these kinds of people, he's open, loud, affectionate and even slightly hyperactive. You couldn't ask for a better friend than Alex- he'd do anything for you.
With new people;
Alex isn't a hugely social person, and isn't the type to approach strangers. He's extremely cautious and weary of those he doesn’t know, and unless he establishes in a few seconds that you're a nice human being, he'll be very quiet and on the brink of nervous.
Personal Character History: When Alex was a little boy, he didn’t know any better than what he’d been brought up in. Living in Brooklyn, there were a lot of tough kids around, and though he got bullied, he thought nothing of it. It was just the way it was meant to be, and it didn’t matter if he didn’t have any friends at school, because he had his best friend at home; his mother.
Alex practically worshipped the ground his mother walked on. Not only did she make the best polish pierogi (stuffed dumplings) but she also gave him hugs when he wanted them, told him stories before bed, and always called him her special little boy.
When Alex was ten years old, his class at school learnt about the different kinds of jobs people could have. Lawyers, policemen, actors. It all sounded extremely grand, and Alex’s first question to his mother when he returned home was, ”What’s you’re job mama?” Alex was told she was a sales associate, and sold things. He didn’t need further explanation. That was enough to satisfy his curiosity.
When Alex moved up to middle school however, conversations were no longer so innocent. Eleven year olds were bragging about how they’d ’done it’and the girls were already plastering themselves in make up. By the time his mother fell ill, Alex knew exactly what she did for a living, and he was devastated. The perfect woman he’d adored was nothing more than a cheap whore who couldn’t be bothered to go out and find a real job.
Some would have run away. Others would have turned to some kind of illegal substance. Not Alex. He stayed close to his mother, and nursed her through the cruel illness which eventually lead to her death. Though he’d been so disappointed in her lifestyle, he was heartbroken when she died. Scared of being taken away by social services, Alex stowed away on the first train he came by, and lived on the streets for three years. He was offered drugs on many occasions, but never took them. Not once. He wasn’t going to end up like that woman with one nostril. No way. The one thing he had was his looks, and he didn’t want to lose them. Apart from stealing food to eat, the only bad thing Alex did was drink, and even then it wasn’t excessive. Having been a good person, Alex couldn’t understand why he was punished at the age of fifteen. Raped by a man coming out of a nightclub, Alex never understood what he’d done to deserve something so brutal. Something which ruined his upbeat and optimistic personality completely, and turned him into the scared boy he is now. He lived with the shame and the horror for another year, until a few days after his sixteenth birthday, Alex was found by St.Riddles trucks. There’s no place like home, but St.Riddles comes pretty close.
Sample RP: Sample on Kat’s profile.
GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Gabi
Your Age: 17
How You Found Us: Neopets!
Other Characters?: Kat Jessock
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Alexander Lucas Kraczynski
Nicknames: Alex, Lex
Age: 17
Birthday: 12th July 1990
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
You Are A: Street rat
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Grey. Yet when the light hits them, they can light up to a bright blue.
Hair Color: Black as the ace of spades.
Skin Tone: Fair, but not pale.
Body Build: Slim, but not skinny. He’s got a bit of an athletic look to him.
Height & Weight: 5"7 and 135lbs
Other: + A stretching tunnel in one ear
+ Polish by blood
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Carolina Kraczynska
Fathers Name: Nobody knows
Siblings?: None
Siblings Name
Family History: Leaving your birthplace is hard for anyone. When you're only fifteen years old and you're travelling across the bitter seas alone, it's especially tough. No money, no family, no anything. What do you do? You sell the only thing you have- your body.
No one grows up aspiring to be a prostitute. It's not as though Carolina Kraczynska watched the hookers by the side of the street and dreamt of becoming one. But when she arrived in America, it was the only thing she could think to do.
"Do you have any friends or family here?" she was asked when she arrived on that cold spring morning.
"Yes," she lied all too easily "A sister in New York."
Of course they didn't ask her any more about it. She was pretty, healthy, and looked like she could make something of herself.
"An asset to America," a guard had whispered cheekily to his colleague.
She'd certainly turned out to be an asset for many a businessman. Men looking for some quick fun before returning to their stepford families.
The poor girl hated her lifestyle. Living in alleyways and going down on men old enough to be her grandfather. She'd meant to make something of herself in America, after having fled her abusive home life. Now she was no better than the whores and sluts she'd laughed at back in Poland.
It only took her two weeks to fall pregnant, and for her life to change completely. She was still able to stay on the game for a few months, but soon her bump began to show, and no-one wanted to do a pregnant woman. Unlike many girls who'd have given up, Carolina forced herself to do something about her lifestyle. She'd always wanted children, and wasn't going to allow her first to be born into such a disgusting life. So she worked. She did what she could. Cleaned, ran errands, sold, and by the time she was eight months pregnant, she was living in a slightly better apartment, with slightly better prospects.
Carolina honestly did her best for the little boy, Alex. Sent him to school, ironed his shirts, fed him well. Soon the money began to fizzle out however, and instead of finding a proper job, Carolina went back on the game. Alex was fourteen when his mother died from Aids.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Girls
+ Reading
+ Clothes
+ Safety Pins
+ Old classic rock music
+ Loving Relationships
+ Silence
+ Whores
+ Drugs
+ Rats
+ Loud noises
+ Horror Movies
+ Meaningless sex
+ People who try too hard
Fears & Habits:
Afraid of...
+ Adult men
+ Poverty
+ Being hurt
Habits...
+ Very jumpy and jittery
+ Looks over his shoulder a lot
+ Looks people up & down
Addictions:
+ Poking himself with safety pins
Personality:
By himself;
When he's alone with only his thoughts, Alex is quite comfortable. He doesn't need things to occupy him, and could sit for hours just staring at a fish tank, day dreaming about what he wants his life to be like. Though he feels safer around people, being by himself doesn't bother him. He's so used to it; months of being alone wouldn't affect him in the least, having learnt how to distract his mind.
With friends;
There are few people he'd be willing to call friends, but once you're labelled with that title, you're stuck with it. Alex is extremely loyal, and would do anything and everything to please people he cared about. When he's around these kinds of people, he's open, loud, affectionate and even slightly hyperactive. You couldn't ask for a better friend than Alex- he'd do anything for you.
With new people;
Alex isn't a hugely social person, and isn't the type to approach strangers. He's extremely cautious and weary of those he doesn’t know, and unless he establishes in a few seconds that you're a nice human being, he'll be very quiet and on the brink of nervous.
Personal Character History: When Alex was a little boy, he didn’t know any better than what he’d been brought up in. Living in Brooklyn, there were a lot of tough kids around, and though he got bullied, he thought nothing of it. It was just the way it was meant to be, and it didn’t matter if he didn’t have any friends at school, because he had his best friend at home; his mother.
Alex practically worshipped the ground his mother walked on. Not only did she make the best polish pierogi (stuffed dumplings) but she also gave him hugs when he wanted them, told him stories before bed, and always called him her special little boy.
When Alex was ten years old, his class at school learnt about the different kinds of jobs people could have. Lawyers, policemen, actors. It all sounded extremely grand, and Alex’s first question to his mother when he returned home was, ”What’s you’re job mama?” Alex was told she was a sales associate, and sold things. He didn’t need further explanation. That was enough to satisfy his curiosity.
When Alex moved up to middle school however, conversations were no longer so innocent. Eleven year olds were bragging about how they’d ’done it’and the girls were already plastering themselves in make up. By the time his mother fell ill, Alex knew exactly what she did for a living, and he was devastated. The perfect woman he’d adored was nothing more than a cheap whore who couldn’t be bothered to go out and find a real job.
Some would have run away. Others would have turned to some kind of illegal substance. Not Alex. He stayed close to his mother, and nursed her through the cruel illness which eventually lead to her death. Though he’d been so disappointed in her lifestyle, he was heartbroken when she died. Scared of being taken away by social services, Alex stowed away on the first train he came by, and lived on the streets for three years. He was offered drugs on many occasions, but never took them. Not once. He wasn’t going to end up like that woman with one nostril. No way. The one thing he had was his looks, and he didn’t want to lose them. Apart from stealing food to eat, the only bad thing Alex did was drink, and even then it wasn’t excessive. Having been a good person, Alex couldn’t understand why he was punished at the age of fifteen. Raped by a man coming out of a nightclub, Alex never understood what he’d done to deserve something so brutal. Something which ruined his upbeat and optimistic personality completely, and turned him into the scared boy he is now. He lived with the shame and the horror for another year, until a few days after his sixteenth birthday, Alex was found by St.Riddles trucks. There’s no place like home, but St.Riddles comes pretty close.
Sample RP: Sample on Kat’s profile.
