BASIC INFORMATION First Name Alejandro, better known as Alexander. The name ████████ was assigned to him at birth. Surname Alliviara, but became a Concord when his mother decided to remarry. Preferred Name AJ. Aliases "PROPHET" - A name given to him by 'Mama', and agreed to be fitting by his step-grandmother. AJ was originally awarded this name by Mama, her believing that he was to fill a prophecy. Her reasoning was portrayed in a half-joking manner, but she felt something more within her heart when she gave the boy this name. "Bunny"/"Bunnyboy" - He seems to be always be wearing a pair of damned bunny ears- so friends of his just seemed to brand it onto him. "Chamuel" - The name of an Archangel signifying peaceful relationships. Assigned to him by his step-father, signifying his role within the Doves and what he believes him to be. He never gives this name out. Ever. Gender Goes by He/Him. Age 18. Height 5'10 Weight 157 lbs. Build A rather athletic, but thin mesopmorph. Spoiler: EXAMPLE Skin Color Tanned. Eye Color Dark brown. Hair Style Always the same, appeared to be as if he would just step out the shower and leave his hair as it was. Hair Color Dark brown. Fashion Almost always in semi-formal to formal attire when he's out in public, sometimes casual around friends but never sloppy. Abnormalities N/A Date of Birth May 14th, 2001. Place of Birth Coral Gables, Florida. Nationality Puerto Rican and Dominican. Race Hispanic. Languages English, Japanese, French, Spanish, and Latin. Sexual Orientation Avid boy and girl kisser. Religious Beliefs He believes there to be a God or greater force of nature but is not heavily religious in any way. Political Beliefs N/A GENERAL APPEARANCE Appearance Despite his formal stance and look, AJ would seem to give off a comforting vibe as opposed to an intimidating one. His default posture would be standing straight, his hands behind his back and his cherry blossom fan folded behind him if he chose to hold it. His cocoa brown eyes would seem to dance within his skull, always looking around at the area surrounding him. Alert and attentive for the most part, but still so soothing to stare into. He would be thin, yet you'd still be able to notice the athleticism in his build. The curls on his head were tight coils and seemed to spring as he walked. Quite amusing to look at, honestly. Constantly, AJ runs his hand through his hair to keep it out of his eyes. His tanned skin was decorated with various ornaments. Scars trailed up his forearms. Both of them. The tips of his fingerpads were burned off, yet the rest of both of his palms remained so soft. A burn scar was under his right palm, on his wrist, as well as a scar that read 'ANN'. His left bicep would have a simple black tattoo of a crown of thorns around it, and another tattoo of an olive branch would be on the right side of his neck. His back would often be a hue of red. Odd. Aside from the minor scars, scratches, and tattoos, his body would be clean and his scent gave off this hint too. The smell of Prada cologne would trail him when he would remember to put some on, otherwise, he would smell of citrus. In terms of accessorizing, he'd be very minimalistic. Wearing not much but small stud diamond or gold earrings, and thin chains around his neck. Occasionally he'd wear bracelets, but only when he felt them to be fitting. He'd always be wearing at least one silver band ring on his right index finger, and sometimes even more. He owns a set of silver grills as well, but would hardly ever wear those as much as he used to. Mostly only at parties. Personality A generally respectful, kind, approachable person. His constant formalities (bowing, constant handshaking, keeping his hands behind his back) were literally beaten into him by his mother and now remain habit. Despite all of his formal mannerisms, he's a well-known "headass" among friends and family due to his impulsive outbursts. He tries his best to surround himself with people at all times, believing that being alone allows him to fall into the chasm of his own mind. His mood swings seem to be at complete random, more commonly triggered when people try to tell him what to do when he's already set on something. You'd mostly catch him hanging around with friends and family, a smile on his face. You could say that Alejandro is a generally cheerful person, but sometimes the stress gets the best of him. His smile falls. His eyes would seem to lose all of its life. His expression would go cold. A "dead" look, as most would say. Diseases/Illness N/A Character Voice A smooth, naturally relaxed, monotone-ish voice. Deep, but not deep enough to be intimidating in a way. A slight Spanish accent would emerge when he felt extreme passion, whether it be positive or negative. Equipment -A gray phone. -A purple umbrella. -His prescription pills, and water to go along with it. -A broken pencil sharpener. Clothes Hobbies - Exploring Karakura, even though he knows the city like the back of his hand. - When he's not roaming, he's usually at the hot springs to meditate. - He tends to foster the strays he finds around the city and attempts to find them good homes. - Going around town and getting to know new people, as well as checking in on the ones he already knows. Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities - Drinking | Alexander has a tendency to drink when he's stressed, thinking that it's the only thing that can break him out of his formal mindset and relax when he needs to. He's no sort of threat when he's intoxicated, but is a real pain in the ass considering that he acts like a big baby and an even bigger idiot. - Possessiveness | Though this may seem like a bad thing, it only comes from his dad-like instincts and previous experiences. He's lost too many that have decided to go separate ways and hang with the wrong crowd, whether it be by death or being arrested. Alejandro then started to develop an unhealthy tendency to become super possessive over his friends. Constantly asking where they are, how they are, and what they are doing. Being someone he cares about and doing something remotely dangerous pisses him off immensely. - Mood swings | It's almost like a trance. An impulsive one. Nobody has really been able to pinpoint its triggers. He recklessly goes about doing as he wishes and he always says the same thing when anyone tries to oppose him. "Only Mama tells me what to do." Skills - An excellent 'detective'. Very good at putting context clues together to figure things out and is usually more aware of things. - Fairly decent at acrobatics, definitely not a pro. Quirks Fidgets nearly uncontrollably. Opens and closes his fan, rocks back and forth on his feet, plays with the rings on his fingers, bounces his leg while in class. RELATIONSHIPS Family - [???] "Mama" [UNKNOWN] - [Biological Mother] Sofia Alliviara [Alive] - [Biological Father] ████████ [UNKNOWN] - [Stepfather] M. Concord [Alive] - [Step-grandmother] Evelyn Quinn [Deceased] - [Step-Grandfather] Edison Concord [Deceased] FULL FAMILY BIO HERE Relationships (He considers everyone he's met to be a friend, but there are a few that stick out more than others.) Sylas 'Sy' C. ██████  "Brother" | Close family friend | [Alive] Autumn Nanatsuki  "Strawberry" | Close Friend | [Alive] Luca Milanesi  "Pops" | Adoptive Father | [Alive] Andrea Milanesi  "Loli" | Adoptive Sister | [Alive] Arianna Lacroix  "Boomer" | Friend | [Alive] 'Lara' Bellthorn Dot  "Daughter" | Friend | [Alive] Kaori Yamazaki  ??? | ??? | [Alive] "All the different pieces." A collection of audio and video files gathered into one memoir. (Please keep in note that this section is ongoingly changed.) prophecy.mp3, dated June 2nd, 2017. "Who is 'Mama'?""I really would love to know myself, hah." The male would seem clearly uncomfortable, every possible memory of this character to fill his mind. "She's my mom, I'd like to think." Insecurity filled his voice, unsure of his own gut feeling. "She had a voice as smooth as honey.. beautiful, long, dark brown hair... And I remember gazing up into her amber-like eyes late at night when I couldn't sleep. Dios Mio... Her entire existence was but a blessing to me. For if it wasn't for her, I don't think I'd be who I am. If anyone else told me what she did, I don't think it would be the same. Her aura was unreal, like nothing but pure good energy. She made me such a happy little niño." The positive memories brought a smile to his face, laughing quietly to himself. This did not last for long, as his grin almost instantly dropped into a frown. "I remember leaving her. That day, she told me that all the bedtime stories she ever told me could become a reality. A reality with a happy ending. For I was but a child, and I knew little of what this truly meant. I understand to an extent now, but the cost of the happy ending was fairly hefty. I would tell Evelyn of the things Mama told me." There would be a moment of silence, interrupted by the sound of his shifting body. "Eveyln teased me and said that I was apart of an untold prophecy. Hah, that woman. I do believe it though, to an extent. That I can make the change, you know? But bah, that's what they all say, right? And look at them. They end up dying as nothing but a memory. This will be different though." Another shift could be heard as he laid back in his chair. "I will die as a hero." sy_is_gay.mp4, dated November 18th, 2017. "Both of our dads were drunkies.""Could you imagine, Sy?" AJ's words were shrouded in laughter, his attention turned to the male that sat on the couch behind him. "I really could!" The man would join Alex in his laughter. "Imagine the geezers at the strip--" His sentence was interrupted by his own snort. "Dude-- We legit only met because my dad insisted on getting some of that fine Japanese Sakura Wine, or whatever the fuck it was and your dad was at the liquor store wanting to get one too." Alejandro would do an Italian kiss with a smile, soon laughing yet again because he simply couldn't take himself seriously. "Wallahi-- But if it weren't for their impulsive alcohol buying, we wouldn't be in the same room right now." Sylas would get up to walk next to AJ in front of his computer, dapping him up where he sat. "True, true-- Now we're the drunkies!" ANN.mp3, dated October 6th, 2019. "You were never alone."Soft weeping could be heard upon the playing of this file. A door could be heard opening, as well as the shuffling of clothing with some barely audible whimpers. "Autumn..?" A male voice would say, sounding rather far from the microphone. The door that opened could be heard closing, the sound of a flicking switch following soon after. There'd be a heavy sigh and some slow, soft footsteps. The crying would continue, just not as loudly. The female that was heard crying would whine quietly, muttering a few words. "I'm fine.. go away..." "If you were 'fine'.." He'd pause, a small wince being heard from the female. "You wouldn't be in here hiding from me again.." "You're going to hate me..." "I'm not going to hate you, I just wish you would tell me what's going on with you more often." "Sophia hated me for it.." "I'm not Sophia, am I? Let me see." He'd let out a sharp and short exhale, another ruffle of clothing being heard. She'd whimper again, her words seeming to be followed with sniffles. "I-I'm so sorry, AJ.." "Don't apologize for having emotions." He'd let out another deep sigh. "Let me bandage you up at least, yeah? And then we can talk." "Okay.." Yet another ruffle, followed by some footsteps and the opening of a door. The switch was flicked yet again, and the door would close as the footsteps faded off. The audio continued for countless minutes, nothing but mostly silence and some faint conversation able to be heard. Then being heard a thud, a few footsteps, and a feminine yelp. It would go silent before cutting off, as the phone that was recording died. 05132007.mp4, dated May 13th, 2007. "The song."A brown-skinned woman with long, dark brown hair and dressed in a baby blue nightgown can be seen sitting in bed with a curly-haired child, the child having their face buried in the woman's bosom as they wept. Gently, she'd run her fingers through their coily hair while humming a tune. The same tune that AJ would always hum to himself during moments of stress or solemnness. Though it was hard to make out due to the camera being far away, the child would speak shakily to the woman. "They called me confused, Mama." She'd frown, continuing to play with their curls while whispering to the child. "You're a handsome boy, Prophet. Okay?" The teary-eyed toddler would move their face from her bosom to stare up at her, only for her to deliver a kiss to their forehead after smiling at them warmly. Their cries would continue as they returned their head to rest on the woman's chest. Her humming would soon form into words, lining up with the same tune that Alejandro would always be caught humming himself. "Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, close your eyes. Hold your head Close to my heart Never to part, Baby o' mine.." The cries would fade away as the child calmed down and the singing would continue, the quality of the video rapidly dropping. Three beeps were heard before the tape cuts off. Art!