TROY, alexavier isaac






the playwright
a little about you

alias; Sara
age; Nineteen
gender; Female
roleplay experience; Eight years
availability; Much as I can spare, babes.
other characters; Sirius Black, Juliet Selwyn, Abigail Chang, and Cynric Zabini.

casting call
the basics

full name;

Alexavier Isaac Troy

nicknames;

The only name he answers to is Alex, unless of course his alter ego has found a way to take over, in which case he calls himself Vincent or Vince.

age;

Twenty-Three

birthdate;

October 31

house and year;

Former Ravenclaw, currently assistant librarian and Auror-In-Training.

alliance;

Order of the Phoenix, even if certain others in his mind dislike it.

blood status;

Half-Blood

sexuality;

Straight, though he’s rather love-phobic and awkward.

animal familiars;

He keeps a hawk owl named Dorian.

canon or original;

Original

anything else?;

“Okay, what loony bin did you escape from? Bedlam? Alcatraz? Arkham? Seriously, what the hell are you even on? You, my friend, are what is known in polite terms as a complete and total whackjob. Trust me, I know crazy.”

the costume department
the physical appearance

playby;

David Boreanaz

hair;

Dark brown, very straight, and usually styled into a very artful mess, Alex’s hair is just…hair to him. He keeps it fairly short, so that it doesn’t get out of hand and start obscuring his eyes.

eyes;

Also dark brown, and one of the real ‘tells’ when it comes to Alex’s duality, his eyes tend to be rather piercing, and certainly observant. When he is truly himself, they hold a soft warmth, a kind of soulfulness which tends to make him look just a little bit lost and nervous, though backed by confidence which he just doesn’t know how to call on. When the darker half takes over, they drain of all empathy, becoming cold and lighting up with dark amusement. If you happen to look into his eyes and see a void looking back, the best course of action is to find a large group of people and run into it, as quickly as possible, before you start losing limbs.

height/weight;

Six feet, about 170 pounds, most of it muscle.

build;

Tall, and built along strong lines, Alex cuts a rather imposing figure, the kind of person who has stage presence just lurking in the shadows. He moves with a quiet elegance that belies his rather awkward social skills, and while he may not be the most eloquent human being, when he creeps up behind a person, they still tend to jump about three feet in the air. He has a rather muscular figure, broad-shouldered and towering, though not built up to a level that’s ridiculous or requires too much effort to maintain. His strength is largely built into him by nature, and if not for that little awkward half-smile that makes its way onto his features in apology, he would probably be frightening from a distance.

anything else?;

Though it’s usually covered by clothing, Alex has a bit of a scar collection. He has one on his right shoulder, where a certain sister shot him with an eighteenth-century pistol she kept mounted on the wall, and tore clean through him His left hand is a mess of scars, dozens of thin lines forming a pale spiderweb against the surface on both sides, from where he once put it through the window of a house in flames and then had it dragged back against the broken glass. There’s also a slight indent in his left earlobe, where he once sported an earring.

the role
the personality

likes;

• Quiet, but then, who doesn’t?
• Artistic pursuits, particularly drawing and writing poetry. His poetry is of decent quality, nothing to jump up and down over, but he is quite good at sketching.
• Sunrises, hey, no one said he couldn’t be a bit of a romantic
• Good, interesting weaponry. He has a particular thing for knives..
• Brooding. It seems to be a wounded-male staple.
• Solitude, it goes right along with the brooding
• Coffee. It is his life. Even if he doesn’t need it.
• Music, well, everything but ridiculous genres like polka
• Intellectual pursuits like reading. He has a thing for older vampire novels (more than one person has made some crack about the irony of finding 'Dracula' on his personal shelf) and the classics.
• The color black, particularly in clothing. Something about it just screams 'don't fuck with me'.
• This will sound conceited, because it is, but projecting a good image. He likes appearing to be the dark, unapproachable, brooding loner. It keeps people away from him.
• People who are genuine
• Honesty. He'd much rather you told him to his face that you hate him and think he'll turn on you than let it fester in quiet and then wake up bleeding one morning.
• Lack of pretention. Nothing irritates him more than aristocrats putting on airs and getting away with things simply because they're not suspectable, and what really gets him is female overconfidence. It's annoying beyond belief.
• Small groups, as opposed to crowds. He gets a bit claustrophobic and awkward in crowds.

dislikes;

• Being lied to. There's nothing that gets you on his bad side faster than lying right to his face, about anything. Whether it was a white lie or not doesn't matter.
• Harming others, well, harming other people, anyway, without feeling like they were his enemy or had it coming. He has this whole chivalry complex thing.
• Memories of the past, shudder, too many bad things to run through it again, it was hell the first time around.
• Losing control of himself, even for a moment
• Being told what to do. He follows orders from those who have a right to give them, but anyone else can go jump off something high for all he cares.
• Having his authority undermined, you know, should he have any.
• Being caught off-guard or unnerved. Nothing pushes his buttons more than nasty surprises.
• Bland food - does it have a point?
• Chopsticks, just because he never mastered them
• Losing fights, it's self-explanatory
• Arrogance and aristocratic 'privilege'
• Fire, which is nearly a sub-category because of the memories it brings up; he tends to flee it for some good old-fashioned brooding lest he inflict his mood on you.
• Losing people he cares about. This is a fear as well as something he despises. After his latest loss he is absolutely paranoid, and determined not to care...to compensate.
• Betrayals, however minor, cause him to hold grudges and hold on to resentment.

strengths;

• Self control
• Dedication/loyalty
• Tenacity/strength of will
• Highly observant
• Understanding, of his flaws and others'
• Chivalrous (he has a white knight complex in there somewhere)
• Protective
• Selfless, up until a point
• Noble, though quite often it's noble idiocy
• Talented in acting/wearing masks
• Hides his emotions well
• Creativity
• Single-mindedness
• Loving, underneath it all
• Devotion
• Those old-fashioned manners

weaknesses;

• Proud, to the point of arrogance at times
• Stubbornness
• Defensive, often hurting others to keep himself safe
• Self-sacrificing, in ways that make sense only to himself
• A bit of a violent temper
• Vengeful
• Slightly sadistic, but only when 'justified'
• Pigheadedness (he will persist in stupid courses of action without ever considering he's wrong)
• Sharp-tongued and not always censored enough
• Introverted
• Fearful, especially of the intrusion of others
• A little too private and brooding at times
• Unable to let go of the past
• Too sarcastic, at times
• Wariness, he often runs from emotions
• He's an absolute moron about falling in love. You'll see, if it happens again.
• A deep capacity for cruelty, rarely used but always present.
• There is the small matter of that split personality, and the psychopath lying in wait at the back of his head. That tends to put a damper on his relationships.

fears;

• The ocean, it’s related to bad memories
• Fire, once again related to bad memories
• Himself, especially Vincent, and where they blur
• Falling in love, he hates the notion of hurting someone
• Losing his self-control

dreams;

• Completing his Auror training
• If only he could get rid of Vincent for good
• Atoning for his past actions (good luck with that one…)
• Reconciling with his sister, at some point
• Avenging his parents’ deaths

patronus;

Alex’s patronus takes the form of a gryphon. Given the less-than-noble aspects of his personality, this strikes some as odd, but the gryphon is a symbol of duality, which he happens to have down to a science. Its associations with guardianship and ferocity are clear in his dedication to others, and despite his darker side, the fact that he insists on remaining a protector make it all too clear why a gryphon represents him. He keeps to himself, guarding his secrets closely and keeping his own darkness closest of all, just as the gryphon is considered to be the keeper of divine secrets, and while he denies it, his tendency to do the idiotically noble thing definitely fits with the more kingly associations. And of course, in some cultures, the gryphon is not a noble creature at all, but considered to be a vicious, destructive creature that will function as the herald of the end of the human race…rather like what would happen if his dark side ever got out of its cage again.

boggart;

Alex’s greatest fear is himself, or rather, Vincent. When confronted with a boggart, he comes face-to-face with a rather twisted version of himself, identical except for the look on his face. Vince’s facial expressions are unforgettable to him, that merciless, sadistic smirk, the dark eyes utterly void of warmth, the vicious, taunting laughter as he twirls a blade casually in his fingers, a splash of blood down one pale cheek already. Watching his darker half walk towards him, laughing, taunting him, and raise the knife to finish the job of consuming him by killing him, is the worst thing any boggart could possibly throw at him.

dementor;

Which is Alex’s worst memory is a difficult decision, since quite frankly, the deaths of his mother, his father, his uncle, his stepsister, or his stepbrother could all qualify. There is also the time that he nailed his half-sister’s kitten to a wall, or of course, the torture and murder of her lover, if you want the memories that torment him late at night. Last but not least, his nearly-successful attempt to murder his own half-sister probably qualifies, ending when she shot him through the shoulder and managed to escape. His brief stint in Azkaban was no picnic, either.

amortentia;

Lilies, pine oil, blood, night air, fabric softener, leather.

personality description;

“I’d better tell this part of it myself. People just do not understand me at first sight, and no wonder, with the first impression I make. I don’t trust people, on principle, and since sarcasm’s so bloody useful, it’s not my fault that the first thing out of my mouth comes out like an insult, really. Unless I’m in a better mood and all they get is some awkward little mutter followed by me running away. Either way, at first, people tend to think I’m either an arrogant jerk or this weird, secluded hermit. Basically, they either hate me or wonder what the hell is wrong with me. Neither one’s very good.

Really, I’m the kind of guy who’s spent so long in my own head that I’ve forgotten how to do anything else, and the inside of my head is a scary place. I don’t like attaching to people, and I don’t like being vulnerable, cos both of those come real easily to me. So yeah, I might say a thing or two I shouldn’t just for other people’s good, so they keep away. I tend to speak my mind, or at least a version of my mind, and I’m pretty good at keeping the parts I don’t want heard to myself. I could be a real manipulative bastard if I put my mind to it, but luckily I don’t.

I’m not real good with people, or even worse, people in large groups. I’m more the type who likes being somewhere quiet, with a few people I actually trust, and since I have problems with the ‘trust’ part that usually means I like being by myself. I tend to obsess, and brood on things, because my mind never really shuts off, and if I’ve got something bothering me it’s always there under the surface, about to come out. I’m pretty cynical, a real pessimist, and given how hellishly bizarre my life’s been, you can’t really blame me. My sense of humor is morbid, and dry, and is pretty much what keeps me sane.

I tend to make decisions about how I deal with people without letting them in on it, so occasionally they’ll end up in the dark as to why I’m ignoring them or brushing them off or vanishing. I tend to believe that what they don’t know can’t hurt them, and if I’m not there, I can’t hurt them either. Everything I care about burns to the ground eventually, it all goes away as ashes, and so yeah, I tend to try and keep that from happening. Yeah, you might call it noble or sweet or something like that, that I care enough about people that I’d keep myself away from them, or you might find it just plain irritating that I don’t let them decide, but that’s just how it is.

Most of my relationships are of the “if I didn’t love you, I’d hate you” type. I tend to drive people who know me up the wall, since I get the feeling that a lot of my decisions fall under the category of ‘male stupidity’, and I get that. I know it can be idiotic to end up denial-ridden or numb just because some girl died, but I can’t help it, either. I just can’t help who I am. I know that it gets on people’s nerves, and I know I can be a pain in the ass, but it never really changes anything. I know exactly who I am, and I’m not about to let it change, or let anyone else change it, either.”

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And now a word or two on the subject of Alex’s…condition.

The original personality in this head is Alex, and he maintains that he is the rightful owner, that Vince is the creation of his grief, and wants nothing to do with the other half of his head. He lives in fear of what Vince might do should he gain control of them, and thus is acutely aware of his own mental state, how far Vincent has managed to bleed into him. He is a jittery young man who wants nothing more than for the other half of his head to drop dead, looking back on the time when he was unaware of Vince’s presence with dread, though also with almost a touch of nostalgia. At least when he didn’t know Vincent was there, he couldn’t hear him whispering at the back of his own mind.

Alex is merely a young man driven to madness by extenuating circumstances, a noble soul who’s agonized by the actions of his own darker side. He is caring, compassionate, and while afraid to attach to others, frequently does so against his will. He has a few annoying quirks, such as hurting those he falls in love with to avoid hurting them, a prime example of male false nobility, but the main problem with him is his introversion. He holds himself to blame for all of the actions of his other personality, and is tormented by thoughts of them, as well as by the circumstances that created him, and suffers from flashbacks and nightmares. Despite his tendency to shut people out, he can be quite vocal, especially when being ridiculed, or when these flashbacks strike, though most of the things he says are steeped in the deepest layers of sarcasm. He also happens to talk in his sleep, revealing more than way than through anything else.

Vincent, well, as far as Vincent is concerned Alex is a whiny moron who needs to go back to his emo-corner, slit his wrists, and stay there. Life isn’t about the trifling details like morality or mortality, it’s about being in control, and having fun. He feels no guilt whatsoever for hurting others, for manipulation, or for murder, and turns back-handed compliments into an art. He is the antithesis of Alex, acting out on all of the darker impulses that his counterpart is too feeble and inhibited to. He is violent, cruel, outspoken, egotistical, dishonest, homicidal, lust-driven and above all concerned with doing whatever he can to destroy those around him, because it’s his idea of a good time to watch them bend and break and cry.

You cannot trust a single word Vince says; he would say anything to you to get you to do what he wants, and is very good at planting ideas in your head even when you know that he is a vicious liar. He is very good at manipulation, turning a conversation to the subjects he wants it to fall on without seeming to have done so, and accomplishing most of his darker acts against the psyche through the power of suggestion. Give someone an idea, feed them their fears solidified into a more concrete form, and no matter what they do it will worm its way into their thoughts until they come to agree with him. His favorite game is getting people to turn on one another, and watching them blame everyone but him.

All that being said, you should be advised that Vince, if (or God forbid, when) he gets out of his mental cage, likes to impersonate Alex. He’s quite good at it, affecting his mannerisms, knowing his fears and worries, even speaking like him. There are tells in this little performance, however; when Vince is playing at being Alex, he tends to slip over into making unnecessary threats mixed in with the sarcasm, adding a crueler edge to Alex. The real tell, of course, is how quickly the warmth goes out of his gaze, and while he can put on masks, make his facial expressions the same, the hate in his eyes always gives him away.

on-stage
the background

nationality;

English

hometown;

Bury St. Edmunds

parents;

• Stephen Troy, father, Auror, deceased
• Vesper Troy, mother, Muggle and seamstress, deceased

siblings;

• Kendra Noir, stepsister, Muggle, deceased
• Daniel Noir, stepbrother, Muggle, deceased
• Delilah Troy, half-sister, twenty-four, Curse Breaker

other family;

• Kelandra Troy, aunt/semi-stepmother, forty-one, inmate in Azkaban prison
• Geoffrey Troy, uncle, Death Eater, deceased

background history;

Work in progress, babes.

curtain call
just a bit more...

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