There's no such thing as too much character development. Taken from here: [link] This is written in first person, so hold on to your hats, ladies and gents.

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The Basics

1. What is your full name?
Alexander James McSpelle.

2. Where and when were you born?
I was born in Lucanata on December 8th, 1990. Are these the most creative questions you can come up with, Franchesca? Holy hell.

3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
My parents? My father was named Cameron McSpelle; he was an alcoholic that got hit by a drunk driver. Ironic, isn't it? Well, my mother hasn't been the same since then, no. She's fallen into the realm of drugs and alcohol; it's quite scary when you and your mother have the same dealer. Aside from that, we have virtually no contact with one another. She's usually under intense rehabilitation while sucking up the profits of her designing company or sleeping with some random tools who tell her that she's beautiful.

4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
I have four older siblings; I can't live with them, so I live without them. My oldest sibling is my only brother, Baldassare. He's deeper into the drug scene than any of us, and is usually high when he decides to write down lyrics or chords to later play on his guitar. My three older sisters are (from oldest to youngest) Robyn, Bambi, and Astrid. I can't stand any of them, to be frank. As far as I'm concerned, Franchesca, they are stupid little whores who solely exist to make my life miserable.

5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
I live, right now, with my mother, her latest abusive husband (who came all the way from France to fuck her senseless) named Thaddeus, his son Cornelius, and Astrid + Bambi. Both Baldassare and Robyn have moved out to find their own places. Cornelius is a peculiar creature; he is a flaming homosexual, and everyone except his father knows.

6. What is your occupation?
I'm a full-time high school senior, Franchesca. Where the hell would I find the need to get a job with all of this money I have?

7. Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.
Oh, Christ. Alright. Let's start with the basics, you annoying fool: my face and hair. My face is long and oval-shaped; my cheekbones are too high and my skin is deathly pale. People tell me that my skin is beautiful and fair, but truly: I find it utterly disgusting and sickly-looking. I never, ever tan; I only burn severely in the sun. My hair is white-blond and reaches my shoulders; I have long bangs that I usually tuck behind my ears (which are pierced three times, once in the lobe and twice in the cartilage). Though it attains golden highlights after hours in the sun, I never spend much time in the sun anymore. My eyes are silver-gray, and are shaped like crescent moons (at least, my mother once told me that when I was younger). My mother told me that, when I was an infant, people would stop her in her tracks to comment on my eyes; it sounds like bullshit to me, but my sleazy mother would never lie to me, considering she can't remember jack shit half the time. My nose is long and crooked down the middle; I'm really glad that my profile resembles a fucking toucan. I weigh 123 lbs, and I am 6'4". Yes, I am a twig; thank you for inquiring, dipshit. I don't settle for mediocrity in clothing; if you can afford the tiara, you're not going to settle for a paper crown, are you? Dearheart, my wardrobe consists of monochromatic clothing and accessories that are shocking, flashy, and traffic-stopping; to be frank, my dear, the grape-sized diamond in my belly button ring costs more than your entire wardrobe combined.

8. To which social class do you belong?
The highest social class you could think of is what I use to wipe my ass, darling.

9. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?
Damn it, Franchesca. You already know that I blush when I'm embarrassed, sad, angry, or sexually excited. And I'm allergic to penicillin and shellfish.

10. Are you right- or left-handed?
Right-handed.

11. What does your voice sound like?
What the hell? I have a Lucanatan accent, which is sort of the combination between an English accent and Italian one; it's very sing-songey, and very goddamn annoying.

12. What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?
"Cheerio, love," "I giddily beg your pardon," "how about you play hide and go fuck yourself," "as a matter of fact," and "what the hobgoblin fuck?"

13. What do you have in your pockets?
Crumpled napkins that I sketch on in restaurants. Drawing is like a pack of cigarettes; you can't drop it until you're completely done with it.

14. Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?
Like I said before, I blush quite often. I bite my thumb and lower lip when angry, upset, or nervous. My cynicism and coldness are unsurpassed, and my chest flushes whenever I'm sexually excited.