ALEXI DREW HANER
It's 4:03 and I can't sleep,• Nickname/s
without you next to me I toss and turn like the sea.
If I drown tonight bring me back to life
Breath your breath in me.
| Lexi, Alex, Hane• DOB
| July 6th• Age
| 30 years old.• Sexuality
| Gay• Occupation
| Tattoo Artist• Financial Status
| Middle Class• Currently Living
| Apartment• Face Claim
| Zacky Vengeance• Member Title
| If You Only Knew• Canon or Original
| Canon• User Group
| Citizen• Likes
Smoking, drinking, partying overall, playing guitar, singing, drawing, sex, jazz, romantic dinners, horror movies, disney movies• Dislikes
Rap music, techno, women hitting on him, lowering his standards when he's intoxicated, hangovers, creative blocks, being told what to do, horses• Flaws
Sleeping around, giving his heart out too easily, emotional, self-conscious, perfectionist• Strengths
Sociable, kind, easy going, talented, understanding, compassionate• Fears
| Contracting AIDS, his parents finding out about his sexuality, protests• Goals/ dreams
to gain a world wide following for his art, to settle down with someone that actually makes him want to settle down, to come out to his parents and hopefully have them accept him for who he is, to tattoo a close friend, move into a bigger place, work his ass off so he can have some money to spend on a vacation• Overall Personality
Alexi is a bit of a mixed bag of nuts. He likes to party, go out and have a good time but he also enjoys his quiet time. He likes being cuddly and affectionate with the person he’s interested in and has no issues showing affection. That being said he can be a bit overbearing at times, with his silly and comical side coming out at the oddest of times.
He’s also incredibly shy, if it involves meeting new people for the first time. Many people won’t notice this because it has over time gotten better, being a tattoo artist he meets new people every day but when he finds someone he finds attractive and believes he has a shot with he tends to flush easily and mumble to himself. He trips over his words and constantly says ‘um’ or ‘like’ when nervous or anxious, and usually chews on his fingernails in times like that.
A romantic at heart there’s nothing he doesn’t love more than cuddling on the couch with a lover, glass of whine in hand watching a movie. What the movie is, he couldn’t care less, it’s the time spent together that matters to him. Though.. Those that do know him know he LOVES Disney and horror movies.. Not together, but separate. He is emotional and sometimes lets his heart cloud his judgement. Self-conscious and a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to work and art he is constantly trying to better himself. Overall Alexi wears his heart on his sleeve, works hard and plays harder. Now all he needs to do is find someone who can keep up!• Birthplace
| Alberta, Canada• Mother
| Isabelle Haner, 55, Secretary (retired)• Father
| Henry Haner, 60, Foreman (retired)• Siblings
| Marie Louise (Haner), 36, Politician• Children
| N/A• Relationship Status
| Single• Pets
| Larry the hedgehog• Overall history
Born and raised in Alberta, Canada there wasn't a whole heck of a lot for Alexi to do as a youngster. Most days he spent doodling and one day dreamed of becoming an animation artist at Disney, but he found his true love when he was fourteen years old. His friend had acquired a tattoo machine and although said friend couldn't draw to save their life, they asked Alexi to try and tattoo them. Not exactly the start most people would want to a career, but he began tattooing and after a while decided to try and seek an apprenticeship.
At sixteen Alexi was working in a tattoo shop on the weekends and when he wasn't in school, busy learning the tricks of the trade while being the shop 'bitch'. After a year and a half of being an apprentice he was finally working at the tattoo shop full time after graduating high school. From there he worked his way through various shops, moving around Canada and the United States when a better opportunity arose.
Recently, he's gotten a job at a prestigious tattoo parlor in London, and has moved there. How long he'll be there he doesn't know, but he's currently living with Chase Jackson. The pair are roommates who seem to love to hate one another, but Alexi sees it as all in good fun. One day.. He hopes to get some ink on Chase's skin. Until then he's left annoying the shit out of the guy begging for him to do it.
• Hello! My name is trashed. And I am 19. I have been Rping forover six years. You may also know me as nobody
| The time had come once again for Nicholas to meet up with his queen, Mina. It was a time that he both relished and loathed all in one. It reminded him of the bitterness that had spread between them, though as hard as he try to pinpoint what it was after their daughters death he could not come up with a particular incident that had sprouted the seed. Perhaps it was an accumulation of things, he thought about it for centuries but still the answer was always out of his grasp.|
There was no doubting that Nicholas still loved Mina, however changed their relationship may be. She would always be his queen, the one person who held that special place in his heart no matter if she chose to stomp in it until the end of time. There was the other side of the meeting however, the hope that they could reconcile the differences that had grown between them and make the kingdom what it had once been, united instead of torn and at the throats of one another.
Throughout his travels Nicholas had noticed the tension brewing between his beloved elementals, and it pained him to see his creations wanting to go to war with one another. Nicholas, always the forgiving and kind man found it sickening how evil had seemed to come into the hearts of their creations and take hold.
Visiting the Deadlands was not his favorite past time, even if it meant that they arrived at their castle, rebuilt to it’s former glory by the magics of the witch in some mocking tone. Walking through the field of bones and carcasses he was continually reminded that this once used to be a luscious valley, now a barren landscape that wreaked of death.
Arriving at the castle late that day the sun was nearly setting when he entered. Sand clung to him in various patches and his hair was as wild as it ever was, dressed in a black cloak. His heart ached as he walked through the various rooms that now held color, if only for two weeks. Footsteps echoed through the empty building, wondering if Mina had already arrived.
The first thing that was on Nicholas’ agenda if nothing else was to be rid of the sand that stuck to him, the dirt that had stuck to his skin throughout his travels. Spying that the door to their chamber was open however, he realized that Mina was likely inside. Taking a deep breath he walked inside, removing his hood and walking in to see the vision of beauty that was his wife.
Seeing Mina after a full year was always difficult, emotional. Yet he remained relatively composed, though his eyes gave him away. The pain, the hurt, and the longing that he felt for her was all there written as clear as day on his face. It seemed that Nicholas was cursed to love a woman who, even with the hope he carried in his breast, would never likely return the feeling again. “It’s good to see you again Mina.” He said, removing his cloak and moving to hang it on one of the racks.