ALEJANDRO QUINN BALE'S hair is obviously ginger, slightly salmon. It's in long, fibrous, tough ringlets so they are mostly in a bun, braids, cornrows. They are only undone when he's doing something vigorous - like fucking for example lol. He has orangish maroon eyes, something unnatural between red and ginger. He's medium-heighted for a sixteen-seventeen year old. He's lanky as fuck though, his four years in the martial arts are unmistakable just as his caustic angst. His skin is colored like a tangerine's. So basically, he's ginger all through. He has numerous freckles on his face - just like most redheads.
This Hungarian-Irish bitch's persona revolves around a single letter, S. The Sagittarius is Savage, Smart, Specious, Seductive (spoiler alert), Sassy, Sexy (in the gay way), Sour, Sweetly Sarcastic. In addendum, he loves to Swim, even Sirens worship him. He is obssessed with the color green but despises vegetables. He loves Biology - science as a whole - and wants to be a cardiac surgeon. He's uninterested in the family's inheritance, it's not as if the older brother isn't entitled to it anyways. He is obsessed with the color Green. He hates math and wimpy people. He loves and can trade anything for anything chicken and he's allergic to raspberries. He fantasizes on how Justin Timberlake's would do wonders on his body. He hopes his tongue is just as good as his voice.
In conclusion, he is the most aggressively angst-y, illest-tempered, scaring-ly sassy, frighteningly naughty, stinkingly rich and strikingly sexy redhead you'll ever see. He seems perfect, but like every properly built character (cheers to me), he is sophisticated in a weird way and has a lot of flaws that will eventually come up as we go on. Cheers to you for reading this far.
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HumorWhen Alejandro Bale, an ill-tempered, over-pampered, dagger-tongued and angst-stricken rich boy transfers to Crescent High, he isn't expecting to meet this mess. There's a crackhead delinquent wishing for Alejandro's head on a spike. There's the cli...