── ( harris dickinson. 24. cismale. he/him. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ROMAN ALEXANDRE anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of NYC by interpol last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a SENIOR studying ARCHITECTURE AND GRAPHIC DESIGN ? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re HAUGHTY and PETULANT and an ARIES . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO CLAIM TO BE A SELF MADE BILLIONAIRE AFTER INHERITING HIS FATHER’S COMPANY last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, EQUANIMOUS AND PRAGMATIC, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the ruins, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!
STATS.
full name : roman bartholomew alexandre
nicknames : roman
date of birth : april 1 , 2001
gender : cis male
sexuality : bisexual
inspiration : kendall roy (succession) , roronoa zoro (one piece) , rust cohle (true detective) , aaron warner (shatter me) , will herondale in books 1 and 2 (the infernal devices) , kylie jenner on the cover of forbes
BIOGRAPHY.
life was easy when he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth . everything passed down to him on a matching silver platter . the first and only child born to bartholomew and cynthia alexandre . the path of his life was already laid out before him . at the end of the line , he was set to inherit his father's investment empire . passed between generations of alexandres , there was nothing he needed but the name he bore .
for the first eight years of his life , they were the picture of a happy , loving family . white picket fence and everything on the outskirts of new york city . ( death tw ) that was until the beating heart of the family passed away suddenly from a stroke . the house was empty , only roman and bart to haunt the lonely corners of the place . she was his humanity , and without him , the elder turned cruel and vicious . after all , he needed his son tough and resilient to face the sharp toothed clients waiting to rip out his throat .
the heavy hand that hovered over the home didn't matter because , in the end , bart's priorities were elsewhere . it wasn't his responsibility . it was supposed to be cynthia's . nannies and tutors were thrown at roman , but no one ever stayed long . at 15 , he'd be out all night , returning just in time to put on his fancy school uniform and nap through his classes . grades didn't matter when he had a guaranteed job after graduation . the only classes he tried in were his arts one . his mother had been a student at palladian before she moved to the states with her husband . and roman wanted to attend as well , hoping to fulfill some legacy he believed she'd left behind . it was easy to convince his father to let him attend . spin it so he'd know how useful the major would be . how it could benefit the company and introduce a different perspective to help it grow tenfold . they'd settled on architecture and graphic design . and roman packed his bags and headed to palladian .
things weren't much different from home , freedom wrapped around him like a warm blanket . free to go where he wanted . free to study what he wanted . free to fall into whatever vices he wanted . it was a simple life . the perfect , dream life that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand . but his arrogance blinded him . that life , solid as a diamond in his eyes , was actually as fickle as a river . the flow of a stream . unable to be kept in his hand , no matter how hard he grasped it . it slipped through the cracks between his fingers until nothing was left but a few shining drops of water to remind him of his failure .
winter break . right before the semester would start with a new batch of students from a school in his home state . he was bored . watching the hands on the clock . every minute felt like a month . a nasty idea seized control of his brain . (robbery tw, gun tw) one quick call and his cronies were there . guns in hands , identities concealed . a plan formed not out of necessity but out of a need to push the boundaries . to see how far he could go before he learned what a consequence was . he did it because he could . because he had the world at his fingertips , and it wasn't enough . glass shattered , littering the floor of the gas station . laughter echoing through the room , mixed in with the crunching sound of their steps towards the register . the police were already nearby , and , before roman could even fire a warning shot , he was in cuffs . the weight of the cold metal completely different than the weight of the tag heur against his wrist . shoved onto the sidewalk behind the place . gaze fixated on the blinking fluorescent street light as his father berated him . and he couldn't even move his hands to wipe off the spit . a deal was made . not just between bart and the officers but bart and roman as well . money exchanged between gloved hands and the cuffs fell away .
(emotional abuse tw) he was to be on his best behavior . he was not to do anything to jeopardize the future of the company . he was to be the perfect little solider . the perfect representative . not one slip up . or he would find himself in jail with a doctored paternity test , proving he wasn't bart's biological son . the flickering fluorescent light , fading out just like his future . he wasn't made for anything else . he was created to be the heir to the company . the whole reason they stopped after him . his father had gotten his wish . he was nothing without it . and so , roman alexandre agree without hesitating . heading back to palladian the perfect man .
PERSONALITY.
his life is divided into two halves — the before and the after .
before , he was arrogant , proud , spoiled . thinking himself king of the world . because he thought himself invincible . and he had been . the drinking , the drugs , the men , the women , the late nights . he still passed every physical . attended board meetings between semesters . attained a gpa that didn't leave him in worry of being kicked out . to him , life was about having fun . he didn't take anything seriously and surrounded himself with people who felt the same . he was haughty , chest puffed out like a peacock showing its feathers . he knew where he sat on the food chain , and that sentiment echoed every interaction he had .
after , he's quiet and keeps to himself . a bystander more than anything . he doesn't partake in much . no more attitude . no more swagger . looking his peers in the eye now , as opposed to looking down on them . he's entirely focused on maintaining his new good boy image . permeated by a stench of loneliness , but he reminds himself its a necessary evil . the conflict he had to experience to lead to a nicely wrapped up conclusion . sometimes , the arrogance is still there . roman can't always bite his tongue . but he tries his best to be nothing but a robot , going through the motions of life rather than experiencing it like before .
WCS.
tba.
