I don't know euphoria
Would like to meet her someday
C'est la vie
I don't feel hysteria
She leaves me lonely
C'est la,
c'est la vie
dependent rp blog by cait !
open starter ( 0 / 4 )
location monster mini golf & laser tag
feel free to assume connections as i get all my ducks in a line !
"i'm starting to think i'll never make it to the top of the leaderboard OR even on to the leaderboard." alex mused after cursing under his breath when the jingle declaring him a loser played from the pac-man machine, he was unwilling to admit as to just how much time he had spent time he had spent in front of said arcade game. "machines open now," he went on stepping away making sure to retrieve his drink as he paid the other a glance offering them a smile, "think i'm going to wallow in self pity and try to win a stuffed animal." he was maybe being a little overdramatic, but it was what it was and he only hoped he wasn't taken too seriously.
Jordan was down by the beach, just wanting to get away and think a little bit. He had a small bag of popcorn he had bought at a shop down on the boardwalk. He had gotten down with recording his video and just needed a break.
He did love what he did but it did stress him out at times. The stories he heard and read about was a lot on the mind and body at times. So he loved to go to the water and just sit there and watch the waves roll. in and out, it always helped him feel better.
But soon as he put his hand down to think a seagull came by and snatched his popcorn. "Hey!" he sighed as the bird flew off spilling most of it along the way.
his shoes held in his hand alex enjoyed the bits of time he had to just think. the beach was nearly perfect for that, there weren't a whole lot of people or noise pollution just the sounds of the waves breaking along the sand. he spotted someone who apparently had the same sentiment but they had popcorn as they watched the water, it was almost something slow motion while the other moved their hand away and a gull came down to take the popcorn away. alex couldn't help but to laugh and shake his head, "you have to be careful with the gulls, they're always about." he jested walking towards the other, "i hope you didn't want anymore."
One of Jasper’s favourite place in the whole of Cale May was the pier. He enjoyed the walk from the hotel, the stroll along the boards, and leaning over the end so he could look down at the darkening water or out to sea. This evening was particularly pleasant with a warm, gentle breeze and a gorgeous sunset that painted the sky peach and pink.
Listening to the sound of the waves lapping against the stilts and the not-so distant chatter and laughter as he leaned against the railing, Jasper expelled a content sigh. Today had been hectic- nothing too different from the usual work day- and now he could finally have space to breathe. He might even stop of the way back for a drink or maybe just go straight to bed. Who knows. Sometimes Jasper just let things happen. He found each day to be so regimented that every now and then he likes to do things spontaneously.
Just as he closed his eyes, Jasper felt a presence beside him. He stepped aside and said with an awkward smile, “Sorry, I’m not in the way, am I?”
he'd taken to running along the pier shortly after moving to cape may, the feel of the boards under his feet, the lighting as the sun slipped away, and whatever podcast or playlist he had going in his ear buds leaving him rather content. alex was grateful for several hundred things and almost at the top was the fact he could just simply exist in a place like cape may, it was home. even with the unpacked still labeled boxes staring at him everytime he retreated to his frog hollow house. noa would be rolling around to know he had hardly started to make the space actually his.
stopping and popping an ear bud out to take a picture of the sky to send to his mom he'd clearly invaded someone else's personal space as they turned to acknowledge him, he lowered the phone and shook his head. "no. no. no. not at all. i was just snapping a pic of the sky for my mom back home." alex said with a sheepish apologetic smile, there was a brief flicker of recognition when he actually got a better look at the other. "i know you from somewhere."
" I'm all talk with a thorn in my side I got a real big heart that I'm willing to hide "
full name . alexander oliver morgan
nickname(s) . alex , ander ( exclusive to his mother ) , oli ( brothers )
age/birthday . 28 06/23 ( cancer )
gender/pronouns . cis man he/him
place of birth . bristol , united kingdom
current residence . frog hollow , cape may
sexuality . pansexual / romantic
occupation . actor
aesthetics . half-finished mug of coffee , the smell of rain in the air , and unanswered texts .
physical .
height . 6'0"
build . lean
hair color / style . brunette ( with a tendency to dye it blonde ), goes for the unkept stylized mess look .
eye color . blue
face claim . tom blyth
mentality .
positive traits . creative , loyal , charming , protective .
negative traits . distant , flirty , jealous , smart ass .
most of his personality is an act , a homebody by nature he keeps his circle small and tries to keep his head low . expressing himself isn't something he does well and he lashes out if his feelings are hurt or his trust deemed broken . he can be quick with a joke and can sometimes flirt himself into awkward situations most of which he doesn't know how to get himself out of . willing to take little jabs at noa if for nothing else just to see them get frustrated he thrives on the chaos and bickering between them ( won't admit to being jealous of anything they have going on , has their back no matter what , lowkey feels miserable that he's pretty much riding they’re coattails , actually secretly adores them ( but i didn't type that ) ) .
biography . ( tw . cancer mention / parental death )
born in bristol to an already large family alexander oliver morgan is the youngest of five boys, the closest sibling age-wise to him being five years older and the oldest being ten years older than alex. he was a mommy's boy, if she was out and about the small boy was bound to poke his head from behind her. he always made it a mission to make others smile with whatever he did whether it was mispronouncing a word on purpose or repeating jokes he'd heard on tv or at school. there was a passing comment that he was cute enough or funny enough to be on tv and it's all something the young child let go to his head.
when he was seven his father was diagnosed with an aggressive form of pancreatic cancer and he lost his fight with it a year after that. despite not being exceptionally close to his father it was still his father and the young morgan boy found escapism in movies, the movies he watched during that point are what had him hellbent on carving a path for himself in the industry. he begged his mom for acting classes and took every opportunity he could to perform on a stage. from eleven to eighteen he tried at least making a local name for himself before he started throwing his net out in different ways. it took it a moment but he got a bite, but when he was twenty he found himself flying to america for the first time for a screen test. life turned into a whirlwind and somewhat nauseating situation of pressure, he didn't know what to expect from the show but it wasn't quite that, and cameras on him at all times was not something he was used to nor did he like as much as he thought he would.
there came the time when the show ended and it was a bittersweet thing. alex carried a lot from that show his first acting credit, a fake relationship, and a better way to grasp at fame no matter how small or big. he's matured since he was younger, he tries to keep a certain air about him that he was more than another face in the actor/thespian populace. he had done things while working on the show but free of it he was able to move and pursue bigger projects, the most recent one being filmed in france. at the end of every shoot in he had he'd find himself in an apartment in new york city, it had always been a dream to live in the big city but with it came a lot of eyes lighting up with recognition he found cape may in a passing conversation with his agent when talking about places to live, he almost instantly fell in love with the beach from the pictures he saw of it and also the idea of something slower than california and new york city was somewhat appealing to him. he's been living in his house for around eight months now, being in and out sometimes he still somewhat lives out of the boxes he hasn't unpacked yet.
headcanons .
- loved playing football as a child. wanted to do rugby but it was shot down by his mother.
-likes music and spends time - he's not willing to share just how much time - making a playlist for each character he auditions for or portrays.
-still a huge mama's boy.
-besides english, he knows enough french to get by, and enough japanese to introduce himself.
-lowkey romantic. he romanticizes the idea of romance more than anything.
-lowlowkey nerd. good book-to-movie adaption and superheroes make his little heart happy.
- in interviews he says he doesn't have any form of social media but it's a lie, he has a secret accounts on all the social media platforms that matter (save for facebook. he really doesn't have one.) under the username bristolssoliolioxenfree. the accounts are private and he just uses them to lurk. imagine his surprise/panic when people that actually do the contact sync up and have his number were sending him requests to follow.
-the show he got his start on was very friend's coded.
-totally chose frog hollow to buy a house because it reminded him of the play a year with frog and toad.
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