Name: Alexander Carlson
Base Name: Colin Farrell
Alias: N/A
Age: 26
Species: Human
Orientation: Homosexual
Alexander is a cocky little shit at times. He likes to think he is the best in his line of business has ever seen, but he is literally just inflating his own ego more than anything else ever will for him. He wants to appear important and make himself believe that. He likes to show off in front of people and impress. He can be a massive flirt, but really he's quite bad at it and most people just go with it just to get him to shut up. He knows how to be fake. He can make anyone believe that they are best friends when he really hates their guts. He's incredibly good at pretending and getting people to like him and that is how he likes it.
There is a real side to Alexander. When not at work he's very down to earth and realistic with life. He is a patient person outside of work and not as hot headed as he can appear. Alexander couldn't even hurt a fly, well, unless he had good reason too. If he had to protect someone, he will do it and die trying. He protects those he loves dearly and keeps them close to his heart as his true friends are few and far between due to his own fakeness and him not being able to tell who genuinely likes him.
Alexander isn't the tallest but the stands around 5"11. He is well built and toned from the spare time he gets where he works out and runs all the time. He has a good body and he knows it. He is always smartly dressed. He loves to dress up to impress. But when at home unless he has workers over he will be inclined to walk around in his birthday suite. He has heterochromia iridum, one of his eyes is fully brown while the other is brown with distinct blue bits
History:
Alexander was born in Dublin, Ireland 1879. Ireland was a hard to live in. Born to a catholic family, his father and many of his family were victims of the famine, his mother - while still healthy enough - moved out to the country and to somewhere safe with job prospects. Without their father, the Carlson's struggled. His mother tried her best to raise a farm with her eldest Cormac to hand and Alexander was too small and weak. They were starving everyday. She turned to ways of getting money no women wanted to do. Alexander grew up seeing men constantly leave his home and many a time he would spend by the fireplace with his mother as she cried.
When he was seven and Cormac was eleven, his mother took them to the port one day and paid for them to be taken away by a new family. She wrote them a letter, but the two boys couldn't read, let alone know their mother could write. All they knew was she was sending them away because she loved them and wanted them to live. She sent them to a French Catholic orphanage in the heart of Paris. Unbeknown to them on the way there, the orphanage was owned and ran by an auntie they had never the chance to meet. They never lost their Irish accents.
She raised the two boys as her own sons. She taught them French, how to read and write in both languages. She helped Cormac find work and earn money and Alexander when he was old enough. Alexander got work in a artist studio cleaning up and occasionally getting a return of a portrait painted of him.
For most of his life, he grew up incredibly close to his brother. There was a four year gap between them and Cormac more than ever from when they moved to Paris had to look after his little brother. But later into his twenties, things started to turn to shit as his career started to take off.
Alexander was starting to get himself into the trade of artwork and helping the painters he worked for get their names out there. And he wasn't a bad sketcher himself. However Cormac was gaining debts, gambling debts and loans. He was making a bad name for himself and everyone knew the Carlson brothers, whether it was just simple that they were Irish. But everyone knew them.
1905. Alexander was one of the lead runners in the art business, he was starting to become the go to man to get your art shown, to get sold and make money with. He was even about to show Matiesse and help move the art world into a new movement. But everything was ruined in a heartbeat for the young Irishman.
The men his brother had upset decided to come for him to lure his brother out and pay his debts. Alexander had to run for his life, one day stumbling over an invite personally addressed to him as a chance to escape. He couldn't take any chances and left for the Masquerade.
Base Name: Colin Farrell
Alias: N/A
Age: 26
Species: Human
Orientation: Homosexual
Alexander is a cocky little shit at times. He likes to think he is the best in his line of business has ever seen, but he is literally just inflating his own ego more than anything else ever will for him. He wants to appear important and make himself believe that. He likes to show off in front of people and impress. He can be a massive flirt, but really he's quite bad at it and most people just go with it just to get him to shut up. He knows how to be fake. He can make anyone believe that they are best friends when he really hates their guts. He's incredibly good at pretending and getting people to like him and that is how he likes it.
There is a real side to Alexander. When not at work he's very down to earth and realistic with life. He is a patient person outside of work and not as hot headed as he can appear. Alexander couldn't even hurt a fly, well, unless he had good reason too. If he had to protect someone, he will do it and die trying. He protects those he loves dearly and keeps them close to his heart as his true friends are few and far between due to his own fakeness and him not being able to tell who genuinely likes him.
Alexander isn't the tallest but the stands around 5"11. He is well built and toned from the spare time he gets where he works out and runs all the time. He has a good body and he knows it. He is always smartly dressed. He loves to dress up to impress. But when at home unless he has workers over he will be inclined to walk around in his birthday suite. He has heterochromia iridum, one of his eyes is fully brown while the other is brown with distinct blue bits
History:
Alexander was born in Dublin, Ireland 1879. Ireland was a hard to live in. Born to a catholic family, his father and many of his family were victims of the famine, his mother - while still healthy enough - moved out to the country and to somewhere safe with job prospects. Without their father, the Carlson's struggled. His mother tried her best to raise a farm with her eldest Cormac to hand and Alexander was too small and weak. They were starving everyday. She turned to ways of getting money no women wanted to do. Alexander grew up seeing men constantly leave his home and many a time he would spend by the fireplace with his mother as she cried.
When he was seven and Cormac was eleven, his mother took them to the port one day and paid for them to be taken away by a new family. She wrote them a letter, but the two boys couldn't read, let alone know their mother could write. All they knew was she was sending them away because she loved them and wanted them to live. She sent them to a French Catholic orphanage in the heart of Paris. Unbeknown to them on the way there, the orphanage was owned and ran by an auntie they had never the chance to meet. They never lost their Irish accents.
She raised the two boys as her own sons. She taught them French, how to read and write in both languages. She helped Cormac find work and earn money and Alexander when he was old enough. Alexander got work in a artist studio cleaning up and occasionally getting a return of a portrait painted of him.
For most of his life, he grew up incredibly close to his brother. There was a four year gap between them and Cormac more than ever from when they moved to Paris had to look after his little brother. But later into his twenties, things started to turn to shit as his career started to take off.
Alexander was starting to get himself into the trade of artwork and helping the painters he worked for get their names out there. And he wasn't a bad sketcher himself. However Cormac was gaining debts, gambling debts and loans. He was making a bad name for himself and everyone knew the Carlson brothers, whether it was just simple that they were Irish. But everyone knew them.
1905. Alexander was one of the lead runners in the art business, he was starting to become the go to man to get your art shown, to get sold and make money with. He was even about to show Matiesse and help move the art world into a new movement. But everything was ruined in a heartbeat for the young Irishman.
The men his brother had upset decided to come for him to lure his brother out and pay his debts. Alexander had to run for his life, one day stumbling over an invite personally addressed to him as a chance to escape. He couldn't take any chances and left for the Masquerade.