La nuit était longue et douloureuse, d'habitude il dormait vers 3 heures, mais la nuit était juste contre lui. Alex a passé le reste de la nuit à lire et à vérifier sa page sur un site de médias sociaux, "oh.", Alex soupirait, Le téléphone bipait "6:00", l'heure de commencer le terme... et une nouvelle année scolaire.
Alex s'est douché pendant cinq minutes et s'est habillé de ses vêtements de tous les jours, d'un sweat sombre, de pantalons et de plimsolls laqués. Il a rempli son petit sac avec les livres pour la journée, a placé ses écouteurs dans et sorti du dortoir vers la cafétéria, il a pensé qu'il a entendu des insultes étouffées mais ce n'était que ses écouteurs. Alex est arrivé à la salle de la cafétéria et a pris un bol du stand, il ne voulait rien de trop grand alors il vient de remplir son bol avec les premières céréales qu'il a vus, des flocons de maïs, il a ramassé une cuillère et a traversé le côté de la cafétéria à une table vide près de la fenêtre, le soleil a brillamment brillamment et a fait ressortir sa table, si quelqu'un venait il partait et mangeait sur le sol.
Name: Alex Denny
Birth date and Age: 23 may 1999, 17
Physical Appearance: he is lean and 5”8 tall, what you would expect the body shape to be like for a seventeen year old male. Across his back is a grim scar, a product of child abuse. His hair is unkempt, not combed; it looks as if he’d just woken up. Under his dark eyes are bags from sleep deprivation, nights of waking torture. Alex usually wears a dark hoodie, pants and laced plimsolls.
Personality: shy, sensitive, creative, silent, dorky and geeky.
Biography: as a child Alex was abused by his father for little to no reason other than being drunk, on Alex’s tenth birthday he hospitalized with a long cut across his back, obviously caused by his father. Since then Alex had been in the care of his grandparents, his father was sent to prison and if he was to ever be released there would be a restraining order; Alex’s grandparents were the ones who introduced to him writing and photography as a way to deal with his “ptsd”. At sixteen Alex moved into a Blackwell academy dorm room, he joined a club but didn’t make many friends (none at all), at seventeen things started getting strange.

Dorm Room: room 110: the room itself is pretty bland, just a bed to the right of the room and a desk to the left, the bed was just a white mattress with grey blankets and a pillow, the desk just held his laptop and a portrait of his grandparents. On his window are a few pictures he’d taken and bothered to print and laminate.



Powers: shapeshifting, he will be able to turn into anyone he has seen before in real life
he can only change once a day, ultimately being stuck in one form for 24 hours until he can change again.
Elective Class: literary circle for now
Activities: photography club