|Alexander Pierce III knows your (darkestfears) wrote,|
@ 2012-03-08 22:07:00
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Alter’s source work, author and character: Batman Begins, Christopher Nolan; Dr. Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow
Character Journal name: darkestfears
Character Name: Alexander Pierce III
Character Age: 28
Character Played By: Ian Harding
Alter Played By: Matthew Gray Gubler
Character History and Personality: Alexander Pierce III came into the world at 3:27am on the third of November, the first of twin boys that were born to the prestigious Pierce family. With money in real estate, land, construction, and wise investments, to say that the twins were born with silver spoons in their mouths was putting it lightly. They had an entire set of silver cutlery at their disposal, and Alex would prove to be one who would not hesitate to use the tools at his fingertips. As the twins grew out of diapers and into their school uniforms, it was clear how different the pair were. Alex was always the more outgoing of the two, daring, seemingly unconcerned with the consequences of his actions, while his brother was somewhat more conservative, the thinker. While Alex would ask 'how?', his brother was quick to follow up with 'why?'.
Sent to a prestigious private school, Alex didn't hesitate to have a taste of nearly every activity the school had to offer. There were boxes and bags full of his old interests and activities, dropped as soon as something else interesting popped up, more interested in the new than he was in the old and trusted. This was a fault that would follow Alex on into his adult years. Alex was the sort where the moment something became too hard, too difficult, Alex simply found his way elsewhere. He didn't run, he just had no interest in struggling. Life, he thought, was more about enjoying things than struggling and suffer. Why be miserable when there was greener grass to be found?
It was an unspoken worry among his parents, Alexander II and Linda, that the first-born twin would flit through life without ever settling on any sort of goal, on any clearly-defined course. His brother never worried their parents; it was clear he would do well, would succeed, would be happy, but Alex always left them concerned. So when Alex expressed an interest in college, and in particular, medicine, his parents nearly leapt with excitement. Plans were made to send Alex to an Ivy League school, money making up for the grades that Alex simply didn't have throughout school. It was good enough to gain him admittance in the pre-med program and enough to open up a multitude of doors for the young man.
Alex came alive at college. With his brother at another Ivy League school, the pair were able to flourish on their own for the first time in their lives, and to say that Alex took advantage of it was putting it mildly. In school, the outgoing personality he had always displayed at home was magnified, and there wasn't a person on campus that Alex didn't know, or at least didn't know of him. And just as there was a lot of good to be said about Alex, there were plenty whispers of bad as well. Dark secrets whirled around Alex like a storm cloud, but it seemed that as soon as the clouds would blow in, they would vanish, giving way for peace for some time before the cycle formed again. A tarnished exterior seemed to be something Alex simply wouldn't allow, and the ease with which the whisperers disappeared had its own theories and speculations trickling throughout the campus.
As gregarious and outgoing as Alex was, there was a darker side that he did his best to keep firmly under wraps. Money often did the trick, as well as the strings his father could pull given the right reasons. Anything to silence those that wanted to spoil the bright, shining guise he had worked up for himself. There were whispers of the women and men he tempted and lured, the ones he destroyed with words and sharp looks, the tendency towards sadism that coloured the way he carried himself, the glint in his eyes, the gliding touch up bare skin. Alex had dark tastes and the ability to get what he wanted. No one ever told Alexander Pierce III 'no', and the few that dared found themselves regretting that decision.
Despite the clouds, college was quite a positive experience for Alex, allowing him to come into himself in more than one way. Graduating in the top quarter of his class, Alex proceeded on to the pre-med program at the same school, and it was during this time that he found his niche in the medical world: psychiatry. The study of the mind, the illnesses that could plague it, getting down to the nitty gritty about what made people function, it all appealed to the man, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. It was a path he couldn't help but walk down, and he did so proudly, his parents supporting him every step of the way. Medical school followed much in the same away, outgoing, charming med student by day, heartbreaker with the poisoned tongue by night. How he made it through med school was a topic of much conversation among Alex's fellow students, because he was the only one who wasn't cracking the books until sunrise, surviving solely on a combination of caffeine and pure will-power. Professor-favourite? Cheating? Something else?
The whispers never lasted long, however, because there wasn't a sole in his class that could deny that Alex knew his shit. He waltzed through classes, grasping topics, excelling at every single thing that was put in front of him with the sort of ease that frightened even his professors. Alex made it seem as though he had been through all of this before.
And perhaps, in a way, he had.
Those brown eyes were intelligent enough, but no one would have been able to predict what else lay behind them. Feasting on the power and charm Alex exuded, someone else lurked there as well, silent as a shadow but nevertheless there. His hand guided Alex's through labs and tests, whispered the answers into his ear, helped him form the words to every question that was posed to him. And Alex, he never questioned it, never batted an eye. Just a part of the unique gift that he had been given, he thought. Why question perfection and intelligence? Why not embrace it?
His first year of residency saw Alex picking up and moving to Las Vegas, pulled there by forces he didn't recognize and didn't care to worry himself about. The land of neon lights and barely-dressed women was enough to grab his attention. He put in his hours at the private clinic he had gotten a residency position in, posh hours and posh clients, and at night, he prowled the casinos, making a name for himself at the high-roller tables, going back to his condo with a different woman (or man) at his side nightly. He was unashamed of his behaviour, and equally unashamed when he began his own quiet experimentation.
The clinic he worked in had no shortage of prescription heaven in stock. A bottle here, a bottle there, no one batted an eye with the way they handed it out like adult candy to anyone with the money to afford it. Alex knew the prescriptions inside and out, knew what was used for anxiety, what was used for OCD and depression, but he wanted to know more. What would happen if they were mixed, cut together, toyed with. There was power there, and he (and the shadow) could taste it, and he made no effort to resist the temptation. The call girls were his lab rats, the sparse change left behind the morning after his way of thanks. Few remembered him the morning after, and those that did remembered only pleasure, exquisite delight in every breath. There was no recollection of the hours they spent cowering in the closet, under the sink, behind the drapes, and Alex preferred it that way.
Life in Vegas was good, and when the journal and key arrived, a little whisper from the shadow assured Alex that it would get only better.
Alter: (Give us a quick background of the Alter and their source in two paragraphs. How does the Alter feel about the situation? Are the character and Alter in conflict with each other? If your Alter does not have a canonical history, tell us what history you’ve created for them. Wow us with a deep understanding of the source and their world.)
Doctor Jonathan Crane, also known as the Scarecrow, is a man who is an expert in human fear and how fear can control a person, warp their senses, their very perception of reality, and he relishes the power this gives him over people. He's never been a very physically imposing man, teased and tormented throughout his adolescence, but Jonathan feels he's gained the upper hand. Education. Knowledge. These are his weapons, along with the vast amount of illegal drugs and his favoured toxins. With these, Jonathan believes that he can control the very world, bring it down to his knees, and crush even Batman with simple human fear.
Alex and the Scarecrow are quite symbiotic with one another. He does not exist in Alex's mind as an actual entity, but a driving force that has pushed his actions along for some time. In a way, this has molded Alex into an image of perfection for the Scarecrow; Alex has a presence which Crane has always lacked, the charisma to draw people in, and Crane has given him the knowledge, the ability to draw people down, to tear them apart from the inside out. It is an ideal, a perfection, and as the Scarecrow becomes more apparent to Alex, it will likely be a union that both will hold quite dear.
Journal/Key: Alex's journal is a simple moleskine notebook, black leather with lined pages. It's small enough to fit into a jacket pocket, classy enough that he doesn't hesitate to keep it with him at all times. The key is brass, heavy and well-worn.
The Twin: Just like it sounds like. This is Alex's twin brother who has always been the quieter of the pair. More conservative than his brother, less outgoing, the thinker compared to the do-er. The same PB can be used as Alex, or a different one with a similar appearance. (held!)
The Jilted: Someone who knows Alex, the dark and the light, and isn't afraid to stand up to him.
The Batman: Canon or no. This is someone Alex or Crane wants to bring down, wants to see on their knees, a broken shadow of themselves. This is someone who they are obsessed with dominating, that they will stop at little to succeed. (taken by onerule)
Catwoman: Someone that Alex has tangoed with in the past, and someone he greatly enjoys tormenting. He doesn't have any real affection for her, but she's a playmate that he wouldn't mind having a second tango with. (taken by laminette)