Alex Lusk

True happiness is to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence upon the future.

--{ You say we're both little people and you like it that way }--

So what's your name?

"Doctor Alexander Leonardo Lusk, but please, no need for titles and formalities. Just call me Alex."

Well my names Beck, so kid when were you born?

"I've just turned 21 actually! My birthday is March 29, 1991."

Cool, so what are you, male or female?

"I'm a dude."

So how would you describe yourself?

"Um, well, I've never been particularly tall. I'm 5 foot 7.5, and I get teased a lot for being shorter than most guys. As for my build, I would say that I'm not strong. At all. I don't look that weak, but I really am, haha. But I'm not completely out of shape; I have a little bit of muscle, and I'm not stick-thin. When most people look at me, the first word they think of is 'nerd', and to be honest I'd have to agree with them. I've got bright golden-brown eyes and curly black hair that I've been trying to slick back a bit because my bangs get in my eyes, even with my glasses on. Really, I look like a classic geek. I'm sure some girls think it's cute, though, uh, I haven't really met any who do. I've always thought about getting a haircut, and I probably should."

Got any special markings? When I was made I was born with a feather shaped birthmark on my back.

"I don't have any particular markings or tattoos."

So whatcha like? How are you personality wise?

"Uh, well, I guess the first thing you should know is that I'm kind of the socially awkward type. To be honest, conversation makes me kind of nervous. I'm certainly not one to start up a conversation, and I get to worried about what I should say and how my words will be perceived. I-It's not to say that I hate people, I love making new friends, I just feel a little awkward around people I don't know well. It takes time for me to figure out whether or not someone will, what's the word I'm looking for... accept me. That didn't sound weird, did it?

I'm not only shy with people I don't know, but also people who I find to be 'higher up' than me. It sounds kind of submissive, but I always do what I'm told when those who are more dominant and outgoing than I am tell me to do it. I'm a bit of a coward, haha. I always back down from fights I know I can't win, and I'm so conflict-avoidant that I'm tolerable to almost everything. I know I'm a bit of a doormat, but I don't think I have enough self-confidence to really stand up to anyone.

Though I assure, once you get to know me, I'm a pretty nice guy. I'm definitely more myself around friends. I've been told that I'm a strange guy in a good way. The science dork who's still a bit of child at heart and loves to have fun. I mean, who doesn't love having fun? I'm loyal to my friends and I try my hardest to please them. I'm definitely an entertainer and I love to make people laugh. I’m a bit of a dork, and most of my days are spent playing video games. When I’m not doing that, though, I’m eating marshmallows hard at work at the lab. I really do love my job, and I strive to do my best. I may not look like it, but I work hard at what I do. "

So what's your style, what do you like to wear?

"I'm normally seen with a lab coat on and a tie, but for casual clothes I usually wear flannel shirts, plain colored t-shirts, and black or blue jeans. I'm almost always seen wearing my glasses, and I'm also a fan of scarves and bandanas, and plaid designs."

--{ But in time I'm gonna put this body to shame }--

So you are a scientist, huh. You must be real proud.

"Yeeeaaah, um, I am a scientist, yes. Look, I know some of the Hybrids really hate us for what we do, but I took the job here for my own personal reasons. It's just that... well, I don't think you'd understand what I was going through at the time."

--{ Grow old, wear a suit like my old man }--

Got a history?

"Well, I'm not exactly comfortable sharing my history, but I guess if it's just with one person it won't matter too much, right?

Being a scientist wasn’t my first job idea. For a long time, I actually wanted to be a singer. Kinda weird to think that, huh? But I was really set on it; I was pretty good at singing, and I could play the guitar and the piano. My friends and teachers at school thought that that was what I was going to do, and they encouraged me. But my parents never really approved. My father was never proud of me, everything I did wasn’t good enough. At least he cared about how successful I was. My mother never paid attention to me, nothing impressed her and nothing disappointed her. And don’t get me wrong, I love my parents! They never abused me or anything. I just... I wanted to prove to them that I was worth something.
My father was a scientist. He was always telling me I should be, too. But I never really listened to him. That was, until he died. My father had some sort of tumor in his brain, and by the time we noticed something was wrong with him it was too late. He passed away when I was in 10th grade, before I could do anything that would make him proud. Even though he told me he loved me before he died, I knew that I still hadn’t lived up to his expectations. So once he was gone, I began to seriously consider a career in science. My father always wanted me to have the same job he did, and though I couldn’t make him proud when he was alive, I thought that he might still be watching. I wasn’t going to be a disappointment. It was hard work, but I eventually got into a college. Not a very good one, since my grades had never been the best, but I took what I could get.

I worked hard, but I still didn’t feel like I was doing anything noteworthy, you know? So when I heard about some agency who would find people jobs, I went there almost immediately and applied for a job. Surprisingly, the man who interviewed me seemed a little hesitant about finding me a job at a lab, and certainly asked a lot of questions about how much I really wanted to work. I wasn’t going to be scared away, though, so I made it clear that I wanted it. Eventually the man said he’d find me a place at a laboratory on an island in Mexico. I remember being so excited. I was finally gonna make my dad proud!

I had no idea what I was getting myself into."

Anything else I should know about you?

"I have an addiction to coffee, marshmallows, and my cat Crumpet. She has the softest little kitty paws~ That's really it, though."

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"Face Claim - Darren Criss."

--{ Pack up all my things and get my ass outta town }--

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Username: Effervescent
Experience Roleplaying: 6 or 7 years
Number of Characters: 1
Role Play Example:

from cyrus's history on broken. it's really, really long, so i'll just put a snippet of it here.

A long time ago, Cyrus used to be part of a large pack of nomadic dogs. The pack was constantly moving, never really staying anywhere for too long especially if the weather conditions were harsh. Cyrus was a very young dog at the time, certainly no more than a year old, and was the only surviving pup of a litter of three. His mother loved Cyrus more than anything in the world, and she babied him quite a bit. More than she should have, though Cyrus didn't mind so much. After all, it was the only positive attention he got.

Being a very small, frail puppy, some of the younger members of the pack would pick on Cyrus. He was an easy target in their eyes, and that was most certainly true, since Cyrus knew he was too weak to fight back. Though puppies are not exceptionally smart and still have a lot to learn, Cyrus was a little slower than the others. He didn't know how to hunt very well and lacked a bit of common sense, often hurting himself because of things that seemed simple to avoid to others. The others were always calling him stupid and worthless, since he couldn't learn as fast as them. "Don't listen to them, my little Cyrus," his mother would always tell him. "Though words may hurt, if you show that those bullies hurt your feelings, you're only giving them what they want. So be brave, and don't let their words sting you." For awhile, it seemed impossible to follow by his mother's words, but after a bit Cyrus learned to ignore their jibes as best he could. They stopped bullying him, since it was pointless now that they got no reaction from him, and life was good. That was, until Ronaldo was born.

Ronaldo was a rottweiler about a year younger than Cyrus. The minute he learned to talk Cyrus knew they wouldn't get along. Though Ronaldo was younger than Cyrus, he grew to be stronger than Cyrus. The rottweiler knew that Cyrus was physically weaker than him and couldn't fight back, and so he began bullying the dog more than anyone had ever before. He even went as far as to hurt Cyrus. He would be out in the woods practicing hunting or fighting and come back with mysterious scratches on his body. Though his mother worried where these scratches came from, Cyrus would always tell her that it was from a thorn bush or a very angry cat. He didn't want his mother to know that he was a coward, that he was weak, that he was stupid. Though it all seemed pretty obvious.

Though Cyrus pretended that nothing was wrong, he was hurting so badly. The bullying he got from Ronaldo went on so long that Cyrus started to believe he actually was worthless and stupid. He never understood things as quickly as others did. Why? Why couldn't he be as smart as them? Why did he have to be dumber than the others? Why couldn't they be slower like him so that way he would finally fit in? Why did they have to treat him differently just because he didn't get things right away? Why did he have to be the black sheep, the freak? He didn't know why all of this was happening to him. All he wished for was someone who understood him, who accepted him for who he was even though he was a freak.

And one day, he got his wish.
While Cyrus was out practicing his hunting skills, he heard a rustling noise coming from a bush. Assuming it was a prey animal, Cyrus stalked toward it. The bush continued to rustle, and when Cyrus felt he had gotten close enough to his prey, he pounced down into the foliage, only to find that there was no prey animal in there, but a dog.
"Ouch! What are you doing, pouncing on my back like that!" Cyrus identified the dog as a female, given the sound of her voice. Cyrus got off of the poor girl, padding out of the large bush and apologizing over and over again. "I'm truly sorry, miss, I thought you were a prey animal. Honestly, I didn't know that when I leaped into the bush I'd find another dog."
"You should be sorry, you mongrel! Jumping on me like that! How rude!" She sure was an angry dog. She seemed to be some sort of aussie mix, her coat dappled with various shades of red. She was a little over half than Cyrus's height, and no more than a few months younger than him. Cyrus suddenly felt a little annoyed himself; he hadn't really felt that kind of annoyed in a long time.
"Well, you shouldn't have been stalking me, then, should you? Hiding in the bushes, trying to stay hidden. What did you expect me to do, ay? Why were you watching me, anyways? Don't you know I'm a freak?"
"Why I was watching you wasn't important," the strange female said, her tone suddenly changing. Did she sound embarrassed? Cyrus couldn't tell. "And yeah, a lot of the others call you a freak. Everyone thinks you're really dumb and weird." Cyrus, finally taking the time to actually take in the scents around him, realized this female smelled of his pack. She had probably just come to make fun of him, to watch him make a fool of himself. That's the only reason why anyone ever talked to him these days, to make him feel bad.
"If you're just going to make fun of me, save your breath. I already know I'm an idiot, so I don't need some stalkerish female reminding me, okay?"
"Now now, hold on," the female said, running up in front of Cyrus as he turned to walk away. "I said that others thought you were stupid and weird, but I never said I did. I don't really believe that anyone is stupid, just a little bit slower, that's all. And you're not weird, you're unique. Everyone's unique in their own way. Actually, I guess everyone being unique makes us all the same, in a way." Cyrus pondered her words, though couldn't quite grasp her last sentence. Everyone's unique and therefore the same? He couldn't imagine being the same as everyone, because everyone also included Ronaldo. He was definitely not the same as that horrible dog.
"Well, at least some dog doesn't think I'm strange. My name's Cyrus, what's yours?" Cyrus smiled a bit, another thing he hadn't done in a long time. He liked her already; after all, she was the only dog he could name who didn't think badly of him.
"Drucilla. It's nice to meet you, Cyrus."
"Drucilla as in the daughter of the pack leader?! I was wondering why I thought I'd never seen you before."
"You idiot! Would you keep it down? My dad doesn't know that I'm out here." Realizing that the 'idiot' part could have hurt Cyrus's feelings, Drucilla frowned apologetically. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that Cyrus, honest. Hey, maybe sometime I can teach to hunt better sometime; not that you aren't good or anything, but there's always room for improvement, right? It'll be tricky, because Daddy never lets me go out into the woods, but I can try and sneak away."
"Won't you get in a lot of trouble if you get caught sneaking out, though? And... I'm kind of a slow learner. I don't know if you'd have the patience."
"Well, yeah, I could get in trouble, yes. But my daddy is such a push over, I wouldn't be punished so bad. And I may be a little blunt, but I'm persistent. So, Cyrus, what do you say?" Cyrus pondered this for a moment. She was taking a great risk just to teach him how to hunt, but why? He didn't get it. She was a tough girl, though, and obviously she wouldn't take no for an answer. Besides, maybe if he showed Ronaldo and the others that he was a lot smarter than they thought he was.
"Okay, Drucilla. When do we start?"
"Tomorrow. And wake up early."

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This form of biography is credited to the site Keep Walking and the idea of the form. The lyrics are from the song Big City Dreams by Never Shout Never!