Alex Lenardo

[Alex Lorendo]

You know my motivation;
Given my reputation.
Please excuse me I don't mean to be rude;
but tonight I'm having you.

Full Name: Alex Lorendo
Nickname(s): Al
Age: 32
Birthday: June 3rd, 1979
Species: werewolf/ rogue
Sexuality: I am straight. ... Very... very... straight.
Scars: The most noticeable is the large scar on my right shoulder. Distinct teeth marks make it up, and there are also large (and smaller) scars along my torso, thighs, and legs. It appears more as though I was mauled by a bear than a wolf.
Piercings: none.
Tattoos: one on my chest (left), a chinese symbol. I'd like to say it means 'love', but to be honest, I can't be sure.
Occupation: part-time barista/cashier for Starbucks, and by night, a bartender at the Silver Dagger
Face Claim: Robbie Gambrell

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Pros: Pros? What isn't great about me?
I'm a pretty laid back kinda guy. Fun to be around, mostly because I, myself, love to have fun. And what isn't fun about flirting around a little bit with the cute waitress? Well, other than having water dumped onto your head by your date...
I may not seem all that responsible, but the whole reason I'm here is to fill in one of those "responsible" roles. I get to be a babysitter for two (likely unstable) teens. Oh joy.
In the pack I'm quite the pushover, but outside of the pack, especially in this position, I easily take over the Alpha male position. It's not all that difficult, though. There's Jamie... and... well... Conner. Neither of which are exactly what it takes to be leading material, even if they think they are. I'm going to have to swallow my fun side and start being more of a hard-@$$ with these two. No more late nights, and no more straying off task.
It's just difficult to enforce the rules when I don't want to follow them myself.

Cons: Cons? Why would I have cons? What kind of an application is this?
-Okay, I'll admit it, I can be a little bit self-centered and childish
-When something goes wrong, I would rather not take the blame for it.
-I might have lied a little bit before when I'd said that I listen. I mean, yes, I do listen to people's problems, but more often than not, I'll find something amusing in their problems. Sure, if it's something serious, I'll keep my mouth shut, but really, who wants to hear when someone's boyfriend broke up with them when they're in highschool? If your life is so terrible that you can't survive a break-up from a highschool boyfriend/girlfriend, you might as well go hang yourself now. Spare me the melodrama, please. ... Sorry, was that too blunt for you?
-I am not a drama queen. It is a serious issue when my shirts don't match my pants. I don't want to walk around looking like an idiot.
-I don't think of myself as shallow; I just have high standards about your appearance.
-It's easy for me to become distracted. And not just short-term distraction, I mean long-term too.

Likes:
-dancing
-singing
-clothes
-women (especially if they're mute; then everyone wins. ... Okay, maybe not them, because they can't actually say "no". But who would want to say no to me?)
-puppies. Honestly, who can't love something so small, cuddly and adorable?
-laughing and having a great time. Again, who doesn't love this? I mean, you can't live life to the fullest if you have a stick up your @$$.
Dislikes:
-I can't really say that I dislike all humans, but as a general whole, I can't say I like them all that much... I mean, come on, I'm in a rogue pack, I can't just be a people humper. ... Well... maybe if they are really good looking... and female.
-When a lady isn't mute and says no... I don't like being denied what I pant over.
-When it gets everywhere.
-Colds and just getting sick in general.
-No, I am not a hippee. I just like saying 'man', and 'dude' a lot.
-Tulips. Sure, flowers are cool. But I despise tulips. I hate the word, the smell; everything about them.

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Parents: Tiffany Lorendo (58), Liam Lorendo (65)
Siblings: Lizzy Lorendo (23)
Pets: none
Other: Best buds, Austin Jacer and Kyle Cooper.

Bio:
Hey there. Name's Alex, or you can call me Al.
Oh goodness, what to tell you about me?
Well, the first and foremost thing you should know; I'm a dancer at heart. At heart, in the shoes, everything about me loves to dance. Since I was a small baby I was bobbing my head to the best beats out there; and I was the most adorable baby you would have ever seen. It's almost too bad I don't have a little man like myself. Not that I want kids, oh hell no. Young kids are great chick magnets when they're cute and giggly, but they are terrible %&#^ blocks, and they totally cramp a man's style. I love kids. I just don't want any anytime soon. If I can borrow yours for a short while, though, that would be awesome.
So I'm a dancer, yeah? What's my favourite music? Style? Well, really anything with a damn good beat. I love to be able to throw myself around. I started learning dance as a small child, at 8, by going to a few jazz dance lessons. Hey, don't diss it til you try it. From jazz it was laughably easy to go on to street dancing, hip-pop, all kinds of things. Yes, I do know ballet. You can laugh now, but have you seen those girls and what they wear? Where I get to lift them?
I guess you can kinda pick up that I'm a bit of a horn dog. I'm just usin' the bits and pieces the good Lord gave me; what can I say? I was placed on this world to make the guys jealous and the girls melt in all the right places .
Okay, so a bit of my history.
Earlier you'd asked me if I'd had any scars, and I'd answered with yes. If you aren't an idiot, then it's pretty obvious where I got this scar from.
You see, I wasn't always like this. I wasn't always a werewolf. Up until the age of twenty-five I was very human. I didn't even know that werewolves, vampires, and the like existed. It all changed one night when I was out with my buds. We were chillin', and that's when it happened. To be honest, I can't really remember much of what had happened. I'd passed out shortly after being bit, and whether from drugs or a concussion I'd recieved after hitting my head off of a boulder, I can't remember much after getting out of the truck with my buds. When I awoke, I was in intensive care, and for good reason. The 'bear' that had attacked us had nearly ripped off my arm. From the moment I awoke, however, my healing had increased to a surprising rate, and I was let out of the hospital within two and a half to three weeks of waking up from my coma.
Out of the hospital, I began to notice strange changes in myself. Things seemed clearer... and soon the situation would become clearer yet to me. The first full moon after getting out of the hospital (I believe the first since the attack, but I couldn't be sure), I had my first change. It was excrutiatingly painful, and I had no idea what was happening. When I awoke in the forest, naked, dazed, and confused, I blamed it on a back trip on some drug that someone might have slipped into my water or something of the like.
The second time it happened, I wasn't as optomistic as the first time. I had to acknowledge it; I was a werewolf.
Skip ahead a year or so, and I met my current day bud, Kyle Cooper. Alpha male of what was commonly call 'The Cooper Pack' -I know, they aren't original at all- wife to the Alpha female, Marie Cooper. They (obviously) were werewolves, like myself, and soon I was accepted into the pack.
Upon my joining the pack, things began to become more clear to me. I killed my first human when I was not yet a seasoned werewolf of two years. The human had been a Hunter, and he had point-blank shot a packmate I had been quick to make friends with; Austin Jacer. My rage had known no bounds that night, and I can still remember my jaws clamping slowly down on the human's throat, drawing out his death through slow suffocation.
Perhaps noting the rage behind my eyes, Kyle had been quick to nurture this hatred that had flared. I was taught of all of the unnecissary and cruel acts of slaughter that humans frequently committed. I knew from before that humans were an angry race; they lashed out at each other, killed, maimed; things animals wouldn't even think of doing to each other.
My mind had taken on a state, and I had completely forgotten what it was to be human. I had forgotten the compassion, the love, the friendships that humans were likewise capable of creating and filling. I had forgotten the wars that us werewolves warred behind human knowledge, against each other, against vampires, against all manner of creatures, to defend what was ours. It hadn't dawned on me that maybe we were one and the same.
I still don't consciously realize this, though perhaps my subconscious does. I find I can easily calm myself near the humans I had been taught to hate. I've even dated a few that I had taken a liking to since changing. ... Granted... most of them had met a swift death on my teeth for something they had committed.
... Are you human? Oh, excellent. So I'm free at seven, want to go get something to eat sweet thing?

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Name: Teris
Age: 17
Other Characters: Jamie, Conner, Serena, and me -Tianna
Where did you find Crossroads: Shoebox Temple

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