Kalena Alderliesten
Age: 24
Birthday: February 6th
Occupation: Janitor (3rd shift)
Skin Color: Toffee
Eye Color: Blue/Grey
Hair color: Bright pink
Hair length: Tip of her shoulder blades
Hair texture: Rough (looks smooth until you put a comb through it)
Hometown: Abidjan, Ivory Coast
Fashion: wears cargo pants and a crop top. Generally has headphones in. Her hair is always in a different braid type every day. She ward headphones all the time but no one ever hears her music. She wears ripped up Converse though her clothes are always clean and pressed. She wears a plastic I.D. on her chest every day but the picture is scratched out. She smells like strawberries and oranges.
Personality: Seems nice enough, but few people really talk to janitors, no matter how interesting they seem
Family: In the janitor's closet, there is a picture of a little boy that looks like her at the beach. He has a green mohawk, and his eyes are both grey. There is also a picture of two older people holding a baby girl with grey eyes who is holding a sippy cup. She doesn't wear a wedding ring.
Accent: Arabic
She’s Beauty, She’s Grace,
She's a fucking mess up.
You see, she isn't a, 'she' per say.
"The name's Alex Jungston. And please refer to me as him, his, or they and theirs," his normally shy attitude is different this time, but is returns quickly. Alex rubs his neck and hands you a manila folder. "This is my application to be in one of your books." He smiles meekly.
You open the folder and look at its contents. Pictures of Alex through the ages show. When he's younger with bubble gum pink shirts and brown curly pigtails, his bright green eyes filled with joy. Playing soccer with the guys, and then trading bright pink lace shirts for blue and green athletic shirts. Cutting off his long hair, and getting a pixie cut. Starting to look more like him now and less like a girl. You can see he's really smart, but it seems as no one takes him seriously.
You look at him before looking more in the folder. Alex is fidgeting with his baby blue shirt collar. His wavy hair has bangs and covers part of his face. You look at his application. It's basically the description of his life.
Name: Alexander Flynn Jungston (was Alexandra Flynn Jungston)
Date of Birth: February 2, 2000 (currently 17)
Sexuality: Unknown
Mental traits:
-Intelligent, last IQ test was scored at a 143
-Artistic, he writes, paints, and draws in his free time
-Loner, he does not have many friends, people tend to think that he is weird
-Slightly insane, Sherlock like, but a little less brash, more shy
-Jokester, once he warms up to somebody, he will crack jokes and puns like nobody's business
-OCD, he has OCD but it is not always active
-ADHD, he's the bouncing off the walls type of kid
-Depressed, sunk in once his father died in a boating accident
-Anxiety, from trying to be perfect in his last year of online collage, before starting his Master's Degree in Astronautical Engineering
Physical Traits:
-Bright, earthy green eyes
-Dark brown wavy hair, short on the side, long on the top, floofy
-Tan, olive skin
-Tall, like 5'11-6'1 tall
-Somewhat rip, works out from time to time
-Sharp cheekbones
-Squarish sharpish chin
Things Liked:
-Favorite food: Mom's homemade apple pie
-Books
-Poetry
-Art, art, art
-YouTube(he has a somewhat popular channel named: Alexsan)
-His bronze key necklace, the last thing he has to remember his father by
-His dad's journal too
-Classical and Rock music
Things Disliked:
-LGBT+ haters
-Artichokes, Pineapple
-Water
-Boats
-Pop and country music
-Artificial Intelligence programs
-Online collage
-His mother at times
You put the papers back in the folder and set it on the desk. You look at Alex and smile.
"We'll be in touch shortly if you've made it," you say as you stand up and shake his hand.
Alex smiles at you and stutters, "T-thanks." He grabs his jacket and walks out of the room and you file the folder under possible characters.
Character Sketch
He was middle aged and average height. His expression was a rather mundane one with just a hint of weariness at the edges. His hair was a dusty brown and his eyes a deep sea blue. Much like the deep sea that he often sailed in his big boat. The man wasn't terribly strong, but years of fishing had taught him to use the muscles that he had. His stomach was well rounded, although not fat. If he found something funny he would laugh with a deep rolling kind of laugh that made everyone around him feel they understood the joke as well. His hands were calloused and worn.
The man took great interest in the world around him, although he seldom showed it. If you were to ask him what kind of bird that was, he could often tell you, but you had to work for that information. He hardly ever just spouted out the names of birds, weather patterns, or whaling migration habits; all of which he knew a great deal about. Emotionally, he kept his cards close to his chest. He had loved once, but he never talked about what had happened to her. His closest friend is his dog, whom always travels happily by his side.
He is wildly insane. And is madly in love with a boy named Xander. His name is Atto, has bluish-purple hair, blue-green eyes, and a wild personality. When you meet him, he is always so kind and when you get to know him all he wants is to have fun. Him and his boyfriend love each and explore everywhere.
Hopefully this character works for you. It was hard to develop a character without a story because that is how I usually develop all of my characters. I would imply it in the story. Good luck writing. @Famewriter