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Name: Alexander Carlson
Base Name: Colin Farrell
Alias: N/A
Age: 27
Orientation: Homosexual
Mental Disorder/s: Suspected psychopath or sociopath, pathological liar, psychosis. Cases of extreme Theophobia and Staurophobia. Actually paranoid schizophrenic.
Alexander is loud and in your face. He’ll tell you what is on his mind, most of the time to get reactions out of people. He loves freaking people out, making them uncomfortable. He also loves using people which is where the suspected psychopath suspicion comes from. He will use a person and mould them into what he wants them to be. When he finally gets no more use out of them, he dumps the person and move on without a second thought to another target. He is all about himself, arrogant and annoying. He is also a pathological liar, even his therapist struggles to tell when he is lying and when he is telling the truth. Alexander also has psychosis episodes. This is when he is at his weakest. He either goes into a catatonic state of mind for anything up to a few hours or he is the complete opposite of himself. He will cry, scream, shout and often just be scared of everyone that tries to approach him. Above everything the worst things about Alexander is his temper. He is often sedated because of it but luckily it takes a lot to get him to flare off.
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 Ireland but it wasn’t a joyous occasion. His parents were high profile, they were known all around. Their name was recognised in Ireland. His mother, Margret fell pregnant soon after her first, Cormac. It seemed as if the press knew she was pregnant before her to her horror. She had wanted to get an abortion, she did not want this baby but due to the public knowing she decided to go through with the pregnancy.
The baby Alexander was unwanted from the start. As soon as he was born to was given to a nanny to be brought up by her. He never saw his mother or father and barely saw his brother. He didn’t even know who his parents were. The baby Alexander assumed it was the women who was feeding him, caring for him, giving him a home. Not the two rich folks who didn’t want another child to the point where they couldn’t even love him maternally. They felt nothing for him and his nanny was paid to love him.
Three years old, almost four, he was old enough to be sent to a boarding school to his parents relief. If he was going to carry their name he was at least going to be well mannered and have a good education. But they sent him to the furtherest school they could find. Almost typically of Ireland, the school they sent him too was a catholic run one.
Growing up Alexander was a popular child but for the wrong reason. Everyone knew his parents were rich but Alexander, even the older kids in the dorm wanted to know him. He hadn’t a clue that his parents were these two business people that were millionaires, he honestly thought his nanny was his mother, or grandmother. To find out at the age of five she was just paid to look after him, he couldn’t understand it. He had no one he could talk too, the nun’s and ministers just shrugged their shoulders, his teachers just told him it was stupid, he should have known who his parents were. How could a five year old understand this?
His behaviour changed after this.
The five year old became more confused with life. Who the hell his parents were? Why couldn’t he see them anymore? Why was he stuck at this school? For two years he had watched his friends leave with their parents for the holidays while no one ever came for him. He was just left to be taken home with one of the nun’s when the school was closed.
The five year old’s behaviour became weirder. He often just stared into the distance for hours on end and other times he talked to things that weren’t there. He had “friends” and to the nun’s this was a worry. In their eyes, he was possessed or making friends with the devil. Every time he stared off into space or talked to one of his “friends” he was slapped. He was told he needed to repent and even during church on a Sunday had holy water thrown at him and because he cried because he was scared of what was happening he was then accused of being possessed by one of the devil’s minions. What was really happening to Alexander every time he stared into space was simply, psychosis. Alexander was and mostly had for the moment lost touch with reality.
It seemed when he reached thirteen, he had gotten over the “possessions” and being friends with the devil and that was all the nuns and ministers cared about. Alexander had stopped caring about everything. Truly he had. He felt nothing, he wasn’t even numb. He felt no love towards anyone, he didn’t care at all. He started to just lie, yet to him it wasn’t lying. There was no truth and there was no lies to him. What he said meant nothing to him. Alexander started to use people.
He’d use them for anything he could, if someone was willing to fall for him. He was charming, even at thirteen, he could get an eighteen year old to get interested in him. Fooling most of them using the lies of his parents riches. Then again, no one knew he still hadn’t even met his parents again or knew that he had a brother.
He became sexually active at the age of fifteen using anyone under his control to his sexual advantage. It was clear he was going to be gay. He had never no contact with girls his age or around his age. He had seen porn mags and found them unappealing, he prefers watching the elder boys undress after gym, watching them shower and change. He liked them knowing he watched them.
The worst moment of Alexander’s life came when he was sixteen. Finished school with qualification’s that his parents were proud of, so proud that they decided to come and bring him back into his life. They just assumed he was their son, he would know who they are. No. Alexander refused to see them the first time they came to see him but being sixteen and still under their guardianship he couldn’t do anything. He had no other guardian figure in his life he could go to and try to get out of this. He later found out he was moving to America with his parents and his brother he never knew existed.
His relationship with his brother couldn’t start at all. Alexander had limited emotions but jealousy was one he had felt all his life and upon meeting him Alexander was jealous. Why was he was so special? Why did he get to go home with their parents? Safe to say Alexander was going to use his boyfriend, he decided from the moment he saw him he was going to make his life hell.
And he did. To his absolute joy, his brother was gay too. He could play with him more. Every time his brother got into a relationship, Alexander was set on breaking it up and if he liked the guy, he would become his next target. His parents were oblivious to everything with their son. Except for every time they tried to put a cross up in the house, how it would go missing. Every time they went to pray Alexander would kick up a fuss or worse, get angry about it. They placed a cross in his room and the next day it was flung at them. They noticed Alexander wasn’t angry about the religion, he was scared of it. But they didn’t know about the times he was told he was possessed, the times he was slapped and punished for making “friends with the devil” or being publicly denounced in church. They didn’t see anything “wrong” with his behaviour or just ignored his fits over the crosses and prayers, in fact they used it against him. Even his brother started too. Every time he was getting cocky or arrogant they would threaten him with god and found he would behave.
He was “calm” till he was twenty-two. He went to an American college, traveled around the east coast for a bit till he came home. What made him snap was his brother. His psychosis had been relatively calm for a few years. But his brother angry that as soon as he came back had set his sights on breaking his relationship took Alexander’s fear too far triggering a severe psychotic episode. Alexander attacked his brother viciously through fear that his brother himself was the devil.
The next day Alexander was set to the nearest psychiatric ward for tests and upon fears he was a psychopath, he has never been released to date. He refuses to see anyone, especially his parents.
Base Name: Colin Farrell
Alias: N/A
Age: 27
Orientation: Homosexual
Mental Disorder/s: Suspected psychopath or sociopath, pathological liar, psychosis. Cases of extreme Theophobia and Staurophobia. Actually paranoid schizophrenic.
Alexander is loud and in your face. He’ll tell you what is on his mind, most of the time to get reactions out of people. He loves freaking people out, making them uncomfortable. He also loves using people which is where the suspected psychopath suspicion comes from. He will use a person and mould them into what he wants them to be. When he finally gets no more use out of them, he dumps the person and move on without a second thought to another target. He is all about himself, arrogant and annoying. He is also a pathological liar, even his therapist struggles to tell when he is lying and when he is telling the truth. Alexander also has psychosis episodes. This is when he is at his weakest. He either goes into a catatonic state of mind for anything up to a few hours or he is the complete opposite of himself. He will cry, scream, shout and often just be scared of everyone that tries to approach him. Above everything the worst things about Alexander is his temper. He is often sedated because of it but luckily it takes a lot to get him to flare off.
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 Ireland but it wasn’t a joyous occasion. His parents were high profile, they were known all around. Their name was recognised in Ireland. His mother, Margret fell pregnant soon after her first, Cormac. It seemed as if the press knew she was pregnant before her to her horror. She had wanted to get an abortion, she did not want this baby but due to the public knowing she decided to go through with the pregnancy.
The baby Alexander was unwanted from the start. As soon as he was born to was given to a nanny to be brought up by her. He never saw his mother or father and barely saw his brother. He didn’t even know who his parents were. The baby Alexander assumed it was the women who was feeding him, caring for him, giving him a home. Not the two rich folks who didn’t want another child to the point where they couldn’t even love him maternally. They felt nothing for him and his nanny was paid to love him.
Three years old, almost four, he was old enough to be sent to a boarding school to his parents relief. If he was going to carry their name he was at least going to be well mannered and have a good education. But they sent him to the furtherest school they could find. Almost typically of Ireland, the school they sent him too was a catholic run one.
Growing up Alexander was a popular child but for the wrong reason. Everyone knew his parents were rich but Alexander, even the older kids in the dorm wanted to know him. He hadn’t a clue that his parents were these two business people that were millionaires, he honestly thought his nanny was his mother, or grandmother. To find out at the age of five she was just paid to look after him, he couldn’t understand it. He had no one he could talk too, the nun’s and ministers just shrugged their shoulders, his teachers just told him it was stupid, he should have known who his parents were. How could a five year old understand this?
His behaviour changed after this.
The five year old became more confused with life. Who the hell his parents were? Why couldn’t he see them anymore? Why was he stuck at this school? For two years he had watched his friends leave with their parents for the holidays while no one ever came for him. He was just left to be taken home with one of the nun’s when the school was closed.
The five year old’s behaviour became weirder. He often just stared into the distance for hours on end and other times he talked to things that weren’t there. He had “friends” and to the nun’s this was a worry. In their eyes, he was possessed or making friends with the devil. Every time he stared off into space or talked to one of his “friends” he was slapped. He was told he needed to repent and even during church on a Sunday had holy water thrown at him and because he cried because he was scared of what was happening he was then accused of being possessed by one of the devil’s minions. What was really happening to Alexander every time he stared into space was simply, psychosis. Alexander was and mostly had for the moment lost touch with reality.
It seemed when he reached thirteen, he had gotten over the “possessions” and being friends with the devil and that was all the nuns and ministers cared about. Alexander had stopped caring about everything. Truly he had. He felt nothing, he wasn’t even numb. He felt no love towards anyone, he didn’t care at all. He started to just lie, yet to him it wasn’t lying. There was no truth and there was no lies to him. What he said meant nothing to him. Alexander started to use people.
He’d use them for anything he could, if someone was willing to fall for him. He was charming, even at thirteen, he could get an eighteen year old to get interested in him. Fooling most of them using the lies of his parents riches. Then again, no one knew he still hadn’t even met his parents again or knew that he had a brother.
He became sexually active at the age of fifteen using anyone under his control to his sexual advantage. It was clear he was going to be gay. He had never no contact with girls his age or around his age. He had seen porn mags and found them unappealing, he prefers watching the elder boys undress after gym, watching them shower and change. He liked them knowing he watched them.
The worst moment of Alexander’s life came when he was sixteen. Finished school with qualification’s that his parents were proud of, so proud that they decided to come and bring him back into his life. They just assumed he was their son, he would know who they are. No. Alexander refused to see them the first time they came to see him but being sixteen and still under their guardianship he couldn’t do anything. He had no other guardian figure in his life he could go to and try to get out of this. He later found out he was moving to America with his parents and his brother he never knew existed.
His relationship with his brother couldn’t start at all. Alexander had limited emotions but jealousy was one he had felt all his life and upon meeting him Alexander was jealous. Why was he was so special? Why did he get to go home with their parents? Safe to say Alexander was going to use his boyfriend, he decided from the moment he saw him he was going to make his life hell.
And he did. To his absolute joy, his brother was gay too. He could play with him more. Every time his brother got into a relationship, Alexander was set on breaking it up and if he liked the guy, he would become his next target. His parents were oblivious to everything with their son. Except for every time they tried to put a cross up in the house, how it would go missing. Every time they went to pray Alexander would kick up a fuss or worse, get angry about it. They placed a cross in his room and the next day it was flung at them. They noticed Alexander wasn’t angry about the religion, he was scared of it. But they didn’t know about the times he was told he was possessed, the times he was slapped and punished for making “friends with the devil” or being publicly denounced in church. They didn’t see anything “wrong” with his behaviour or just ignored his fits over the crosses and prayers, in fact they used it against him. Even his brother started too. Every time he was getting cocky or arrogant they would threaten him with god and found he would behave.
He was “calm” till he was twenty-two. He went to an American college, traveled around the east coast for a bit till he came home. What made him snap was his brother. His psychosis had been relatively calm for a few years. But his brother angry that as soon as he came back had set his sights on breaking his relationship took Alexander’s fear too far triggering a severe psychotic episode. Alexander attacked his brother viciously through fear that his brother himself was the devil.
The next day Alexander was set to the nearest psychiatric ward for tests and upon fears he was a psychopath, he has never been released to date. He refuses to see anyone, especially his parents.