alex fitzalan & he/him / cis man ‷ watch out , OWEN HENDERSON has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty-five years old and celebrate their birthday on november 25th. they are from blackpool, england, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as an animal technician at pluto pet pound & store. one thing you should know about them is he and his string quartet won the american protege international piano and strings competition when he was fourteen years old ‷ ( olivia, she / her, twenty-two, cst )
guess who it is <3 it’s me! with another absolute dumpster fire BANGER of an intro. it’s very long i got carried away so sorry. you don’t have to read it all its ok it won’t hurt my feelings that much. i have yet to make a wanted connections page BUT i have ideas of what i want so just like idk we’ll talk about it
born the youngest in the henderson family, owen was used to being catered to, whether it was by his mother, his siblings, or their extended family
the move to roswell really confused him. he was four and couldn’t understand his own emotions, much less process the move to a new continent.
for the most part, children can take things in stride and roll with the punches. however, owen had just reached the age of asking perhaps too many questions. every attempt at an explanation for their move was met with WHY? - ❛ dad got a new job. ❜ WHY? ❛ so that we could have a better life. ❜ WHY? and so on.
he just couldn’t understand why he could no longer go play with the friends he had met nursery school or why he couldn’t go visit nana and papa anymore.
because nothing was quite making sense, owen became a bit of a terror. he would cry, throw tantrums, refuse to go his new school, take and hide things from his siblings, etc. it didn’t help that their dad was away fairly often
things settled once he officially started kindergarten. he still had his lil british accent so all of the kids found an interest in him and the silly words he said
despite how he acted initially after the move, owen has always been quite personable. he made friends quite easily.
when he was six years old, he found an interest in string instruments. he gave the violin a go, but for some reason it just wasn’t the right fit. however, the second he heard the man at the music store play the viola, he knew that was the instrument for him
owen was lucky his mother was able to find a schedule that worked for his siblings hobbies and his viola lessons so she didn’t have to over work herself
it didn’t take long for viola to become the constant owen needed in his life. his father was still in and out of the house and things seemed to be changing as his older siblings entered middle and high school. one day they were all there for family dinners, and the next it was only him and his mother.
it’s no surprise owen became a mama’s boy. next to his viola, his mother was the only thing he could count on to be consistent in his day-to-day life.
it was the free afternoons he spent with his mom that made him a bit Domestic™
he would help her clean up around the house, help her meal prep / cook / bake, play card games with her, etc.
( i promise he’s not a mama’s boy in a gross way like these weirdos on the internet )
owen always felt like he was falling behind with his siblings. it wasn’t like it was any of their fault-- time just wasn’t on their side. the oldest henderson was starting middle school by the time he reached the first grade and starting university by the time he reached middle school.
in middle school, during puberty, it was discovered that owen was a hopeless romantic. luckily for him, after his new-to-roswell tantrums, he got a bit better at understanding and expressing his emotions. his heart simply felt more love than any middle schooler should.
by the time he reached high school, the middle henderson was nearly finished, so he felt like he was all on his own. while there was a bit of a ❛ HENDERSON LEGACY ❜ in the school system ( owen couldn’t even remember how many times a teacher had told him ❛ oh, i had your older brother / sister! ❜ ), that’s all it was. the past.
during his freshman year, owen and the string quartet he was apart of ( through the lady who gave him his viola lessons ) entered the american protege international piano and strings competition for the fourth year in a row. however, this year was different. they won!
the prize for winning was the opportunity to play at weill recital hall at carnegie hall in new york city.
for once in his life, he felt he had a PURPOSE. nothing felt better than that win. the best part? getting the WHOLE family together to properly focus on HIM. something he felt he didn’t get enough of. sure, his mom attended all of his viola recitals and sometimes one of his siblings would make it too. but a performance this special demanded the presence of both his siblings AND both of his parents. that was a rarity.
much like his oldest sibling, he really fell into his own in high school. he was in the school orchestra and was first chair viola. he also took the opportunity to try out for tennis, a sport that did not have cuts - so he automatically made the team.
he was no prodigy, but he could hold his own in tennis. his record was about 70/30 in favor of him.
he worked his ass of throughout high school along with his two extra curriculars trying his best to get into one of his dream schools
growing up, he always felt out of place. he had almost no memories of living in the united kingdom, so he considers it one of the best days of his life when he gets his acceptance letter from king’s college london. not only was it close to blackpool, but it’s a spectacular university.
he was so excited to get the opportunity to be close to home. london, at most, was a four hour train ride from blackpool.
being back in the uk was both over and underwhelming. he loved his time there and the people he met.
he’d slowly lost his english accent growing up in roswell, but it never fully disappeared. he still had his family and the media they consumed to keep hints of it around, but being in london almost brought it back full force.
he kept in touch with his family back in roswell, texting, calling, and facetiming whenever he could. he spent all holidays with the hendersons in roswell.
after getting his degree ( in what i still havent decided ), he had to decide what he wanted to do. staying in london was tempting, but when his oldest sibling fell into a tough time it seemed like the universe was telling him what to do.
he’s been back in roswell for about three years now.
SOME NON-LINEAR RANDOM FACTS / HEADCANONS:
he may be booksmart and may have gone to one of the top 25 colleges in the world, but do not let this man fool u. he is a himbo at heart.
he truly is just here to have a good ass time
literally like a golden retriever probably
cannot fight to save his life. will not *seriously* argue. will not throw hands. he will run. fight or flight response? doesnt have one. just runs every time.
has the mindset of why waste time say lot word when few word do trick so he always speaks in incomplete sentences and just expects u to know wtf hes saying
absolutely adores being an uncle. always spoiling miss amy just cus he can. probably more than skye wants him to.
if ur chara has kids he will spoil them too hes a kid at heart
like i said earlier hopeless romantic. really wants / hopes to be a dad someday. wants to be better and more present than his own dad.
