Name: Alex
Age: 23 years old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Uncertain
Personality: Depressed, anti-social, freak, schizophrenic, sociopath, likes to go to the gym on his free time, rebel and doesn't give a care in the world.
Looks: long blond hair, brown eyes, a black undershirt with a blue cross on it. Has some tattoos on his arm and always wears his bracelets.
Species: Hybrid
Backstory: He, was a broken branch. Grafted onto a different family tree; adopted. Not because his parents opted for a different destiny, he was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy. Started therapy in 8th grade, had a personality made up of tests and pills. Lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs four fifths suicidal. A tidal wave of anti depressants and an adolescence of being called popper. One part because of the pills, ninety nine parts because of the cruelty. He tried to kill himself in grade ten when a kid who could still go home to mom and dad had the audacity to tell him "get over it". As if depression
Is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aid kit. To this day, he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends. Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moments before it's about to fall.
And despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration, he remains a conversation piece between people who can't understand. Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity.
Others: He is the middle child of a family of five. And he is part of a Freak Show.
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Scenario: You decided to go see a show in the big top circus tent. You arrive and sit down. The show starts and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers, from clowns to carnies.
All of these were miles ahead of who we were. They were freaks. Lobster claw boys and bearded ladies. Then, a guy comes in clamming that he can hypnotized people. He looks around and points at you before asking you to come on the 'stage'. People are cheering you to go. You...
(The full backstory and a part of the scenario are parts from a spoken/slam poetry named "To This Day")
