FERRYR, ALEX oliver

[alex oliver ferryr]

ALEX FERRYR

full name alex scott ferryr
nicknames alex, scott, scotty
type canon
gender male
age eighteen
birthday september second
group the rejects
clique punk
grade junior
sexuality heterosexual
occupation none
face claim alex gaskarth
alias petrov

persona
crazy, unpredictable, partier, musical, punk, rebel, stubborn, ass, crafty, original, unchained, caring, understanding, passionate, pushover

life
Alex's life was a bit of a disappointment early in his childhood, he got held back in kindergarden for being a really bad poor sport. But he couldn't help himself, he was a troublesome kid, he still is, but his grades are fine, he's just... cray cray. he drinks and partiers and really has no regrets when it comes to his social standing, he really see's no point in even trying to be any higher than he is, its a waste of time. he's a bit of an ass to some people that he finds despicable, like those higher up cliques and the preps, but his mind can be changed, as he is a slight push over. anyway, now a days he's starting up a band of his own hopefully, but he doesn't want the attention of fans, he just is in it for the love of music, but that's what they all say, right?

roleplaying sample
Ivan was running football field laps, with the parachute stuck to his back, and he was focused, he had two more fields before he would have to do another hour on the track. He sprinted with all his might, the parachute attempting to hold him back, but his burst of speed and endurance built from rugby and hockey made him an unstoppable train, unless you cut the tracks of course. He got to one end of the field, his eyes filled with thoughts as he looked back down the 100 yard field, flashing lights and cheers filled his thoughts as he did the same run again, keeping his pace, but doing juke moves to imaginary players and opponents, pretending to score and celebrated quietly, he looked around, and everyone was too focused in their own drills to notice him, he just picked up his parachute and walked to the track.

Once he got there, he tried to find an open lane and time himself right so he wouldn't open the parachute into someones face. He found a spot and began to run, catching up to a rather slow runner, as he was in his own zone, and a baseball shirt gave him away "Morning Eric" he said out of his helmet not really knowing the time, Ivan was in full gear, but it wasn't affecting his pace, and he still had an hour or two left in his running, and when Ivan realized Eric had buds on he felt stupid, but he didn't like music while running, it took away his concentration that he needed.


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