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fjord
Seated in one of the empty rooms in the music wing of camps, Fjord was bent over a guitar and a notebook. The page before him was filled with his illegible chicken scratch, words and phrases filling up every margin of the page. Some areas were crossed out, some spots were circled with arrows directing around. Only he could decipher the page before him, the jumbled lyrics of a song in progress only understood by him. Fingers bent over the neck of the guitar, he held his pencil between his teeth, a small knobby thing littered with bite marks from how often heâd sat it there. As he plucked and strummed a brand new melody, he hummed along, his gaze following the winding path of his own lyrics. The song was a new one heâd promised his band before their next gig, something new they could present their audience. It had become harder to take time to work on music - between his job, classes aligned with his major, and Fjordâs general absentmindedness, he just wasnât setting aside time for his craft. And this was one of the few times he felt uninterrupted. Dropping his pencil to scratch out another phrase on his page, he started the melody from the beginning, humming along again. He was so lost, he had missed it when the door opened, and had completely missed the presence of the other person in the room until he had finished and they spoke up. Glancing up, Fjord was taken by surprise but couldnât help the beaming grin growing over his face. He hadnât been sure about the songâs melody, and this confirmation was enough to boost his confidence. âThanks, man. Itâs an original, actually. Hopefully my bandâs ânext big singleâ.â He set his guitar aside a moment, nodding at the other. âYou play?âÂ
To say he was surprised to hear that this kid had written the melody all on his own was an understatement. Yeah, Alejandro was good with math and science and all that shit, he definitely wasnât of a creative mind. He never could understand how people thrived in the arts. And when it was proven to him, like right now, he would give praise where it was deserved. âSo you came up with all that yourself?â He clarified, before continuing. âYeah no, itâs pretty good. And I donât give compliments out often.â Alejandro walked a bit farther into the room, not caring that the door had closed behind him. He had nowhere he needed to be. Class was done for the day and it was one of his only days off when it came to work. Sure the library was calling his name, but she was open late. âNah, I donât play.â Not really many working instruments on the Isle. âIâm open to it. I think it could be cool, but Iâm not one of those guys that can just sit down and teach himself shit, you know? I need a formula or notes or a recipe or whatever.â He crossed his arms and his brows furrowed as he thought over a potential idea. âYou donât teach, do you?â Alejandro had never actually considered learning to play the guitar, but it might actually be fun. And heâd be lying if he said he wasnât envious of people that were just musically gifted. Besides, potions used to be something he did for himself. Mixing and creating, but ever since people realized he had the skill, it had become a side buisness and with a demand comes a supply. He hadnât just fucked around with shit because he wanted to in a long time, so maybe music could be like, a good way to just calm his mind and have something for himself.Â
sydney
Some would probably think it was a stretch for Sydney to say that she already knew who was on the other side of the door just by the way they knocked, but she did. The voice only confirmed that as she let out a groan and made her way over to the front door. She couldnât say that she was exactly expecting the boy, but then again she always kind of knew that he would make his way to her place eventually. So really he was expected in a complicated way. Opening the door, she stared at him, a very unamused look on her face as she did so. âYou are so freaking loud. I swear, one of these days youâre going to get me kicked out of here and then Iâm going to hate you forever.â That was probably impossible, but she didnât need to say that. Alejandro knew the truth, even if sometimes she wished he didnât. She rolled her eyes slightly, any real annoyance she had gone as she reached out to grab at his arm. âCome in, weirdo. So, to what do I owe this visit?â
âWe both know thatâd never happen.â He said with a chuckle as he walked through the doorway into her apartment. âAnd if you just opened your door I wouldnât have to be so loud. Or better yet, give me a key and Iâll just let myself in.â Walking with her through the apartment, Alejandro put the bag of food down in the kitchen. âWhy does there need to be a reason?â He asked, breaking into the fries almost immediately and shoving a few in his mouth. âItâs been a while since weâve hung out.â He gave her a look that said, you believe me and my big blue eyes right? But theyâd been close enough for years for her to see right through that, he was sure of it. So he dropped the act pretty quickly after trying it. â...And Iâm about to ring my roommates neck if Iâm in that dorm any longer. Dude itâs fucking obnoxious.â
aurelie
It was always nice to see a familiar face while working. It gave her someone tolerable to speak to for a while. Not to mention she had a bit of business to attend to with the man. âOn it,â offering a smile and a nod, Aurèlie made quick work of getting Alejandro his beer. Pushing it forward in front of him. Leaning her elbows on the bar she shrugged her shoulders. âNo one has died yet, so I would say itâs been a winner so far.â she grinned a little. âHow about you? Youâve got that Iâm over it look in your eyes.â was added with a friendly chuckle.Â
He gave her a smirk at her words before taking the beer she set in front of him and bringing it to his lips. He took a long drink, and sighed out when he placed it back on the bar top. Yeah, that was good. That was what he needed. âJust a long ass day. Iâm sure you can understand.â He could only imagine the kind of hours bartenderâs had to work, and with school on top of that? He just hoped that Aurèlie didnât have any crazy early morning classes. âThe guys at the dealership are dicks. Still wonât let me move outta the shop. Said Iâm better suited for it. But we all know that just means they donât want a VK selling their cars. Donât want to turn away and potential uptight royals who have a bias towards us.â He grumbled as he ran a hand over his face. âAnyway, Iâm done bitching. Howâs everything on your end?â
text message âď¸ alejandro
ELLE: You've had a little longer to figure out the universe. Would you not prefer for me to think of you as the wiser one?
ELLE: I'd say that if I go back you're welcome to stay with me, but I think we both know that you're not. Between me, the twin, my mother, and the 'no men' rule, the rules for company are a little limited. So will you stay on campus?
ELLE: I... don't know. I'm having a lot of conflicting emotions, but I think all of my friends are staying so if they do, I'll definitely stay too.
ALEJANDRO: You can think it, doesn't mean it's gonna be true. I'm pretty sure I know jack shit about the universe.
ALEJANDRO: Yeah, I ended up just hanging around on campus. Ate a big ole dinner at Tiana's and worked at the dealership. Not very exciting. What did you end up doing? Go back or stay here?
ALEJANDRO: You know that old saying "if everyone jumps off a bridge would you do it too?" Don't just stay if everyone else does.

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text message || delphine winter
Delphine: I would Happily be your scene partner. But we have to pick something riveting. Put both our talents to good use!
Delphine: I mean... she does like attention. So there is that. But who knows.
Ricardo: Yeah I don't give a shit what we do. I'll let you pick that.
Ricardo: You can like attention but if you're not gonna fucking bother, why join? People aren't gonna give you the attention you want if you just stand around.
text message âď¸ alejandro
ELLE: hey.
ELLE: i know you're just as new as me but you are older and therefore wiser. do you think they're going to make us go home for all those holidays on the calendar?
ELLE: or, like, if it'll be an option?
RICARDO: Hey.
RICARDO: How exactly does older equate to wiser?
RICARDO: I'm not sure. I mean, we didn't leave during summer, so why the hell would they make us go back for a break that's like, 4x as short? And even if they do try to force me back, I'm gonna fight considering I got no family on that Isle.
RICARDO: Why? Do you wanna go back? Missing momma?
Alejandro knew the way to Sydneyâs apartment like the back of his hand. Honestly, he knew it better then the walk to his own dorm room, but that was more because he recently was relocated there after the fall of Rho Sig. It was still a fucking bummer, that they had all been set up in a house like that only to get it snatched away from them in a matter of weeks, but he wasnât gonna say shit. If he did, heâd probably get blamed for all that potion nonsense and he was not about to get sent back to the fucking Isle for some shit he didnât do. Getting to Sydneyâs door, he knocked rather loudly before shouting through the wood. âOpen up. I got wings and fries and if they get cold youâll be sorry.â He was joking, of course, but he knew any passing by neighbors would give him a second look. What with his height, build and darker demeanor, some old lady might just assume trouble. Good thing he was out here alone. Or well, he was, until someone a few apartments down opened their door and stuck their head out to glare at him. It was a sheepish smile he sent their way before turning back to the door. âSyd Iâm serious, open the door.â  @syd-claytonâ
He didnât have any music classes. He honestly had no fucking reason to be in the music wing, but Alejandro had realized pretty quickly into going to Auradon that no one generally went into those hallways and they were a perfect shortcut to and from classes. Plus, on the off chance he didnât want to deal with anyone, it was some nice peace and quiet. You know, aside from the sounds that escape the supposed sound proof rooms. Adjusting his bag on his shoulder, the boy could help but stop himself when he passed by a room and heard a melody he wasnât particularly upset with. In fact, he kind of liked it. Looking into the room, he saw a guy in there strumming away on a guitar, clearly lost in his own world. It might be dumb, but Alejandro had always appreciated peopleâs ability to play musical instruments, the guitar especially. Opening the door to the room, he waited until the kid stopped playing to speak up. âNot bad. What are you playing?â @fjordbjormanâ
Alejandro walked to the bar at the Duckling and smiled at the smaller girl behind it. He and Aurèlie had a working relationship, both lovers of alchemy and often he went to her when he had questions about a certain type of potion, and vice versa. That was the reason he was here today, but also because a beer after a long ass day of classes and working at the shop early in the morning sounded fucking incredible. âCan I get a beer. Tall.â He asked as he took a seat as far away from people as he possibly could. He liked to have to have some kind of attention on him, usually, but there was also times he just did not want to fucking interact with anyone. And after today he just wanted to drink his beer in private, maybe order a basket of wings, and watch the tourney game on the tv. âHows your day been?â He asked, picking up the glass as soon as it was placed in front of him and taking a long sip. @aureliefacilierâ

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text message || delphine winter
Alejandro: Hey. You wanna partner up next time we have to do a scene in drama? Siren's lack of emotion is the fucking worst. Like I get it, Shakespeare sucks ass but fuck me.
Alejandro: I know why I'm in this club but can someone tell me why the hell she is?
auradonuniversityâ:
Meet The Braggart. Theyâre the child of Yzma, a junior at Auradon University and hails from The Isle of the Lost. Some say they look like Ricardo Hoyos and theyâre TAKEN.
Name: Alejandro Alvaraz
Age: 21 years old
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Mechanic at Dealership
Sports and Clubs: Drama, Lacrosse, Wrestling, Vice President of Rho Sig
Major: Chemical Engineering
Biography
parental death tw
Alejandro canât remember a time before Yzma. She found him when he was a child. Plucked him out of one of the numerous orphanages on the Isle and took him home. Said it was because of his size. He was always a stocky kid. Hefty is what the people in Auradon used, when they wanted to be kind. Instead of just saying fat. She said heâd make a good henchmen some day. Since she seemed to go through them at an alarming rate, she had decided it would be best to find them young, get as much use out of them as she could. Alejandro didnât really like the idea of being a future puppet for Yzma, but she fed him. Kept a roof over his head, so he figured heâd keep his mouth shut if he wanted to keep his life the way it was. Which was better than most saw on that godforsaken island.
It was when she got sick that things began to change. Maybe she was realizing just how old she had become. Or maybe she realized she didnât have much to show from her life. Whatever it was, Alejandro was thankful for it. She began to teach him the art of potion making. Shared her secrets for the perfect love potion, or the different ways to create a traceless poison. Of course he didnât have access to magic on the Isle, so the potions only did so much, but it was enough to build his skill. And pick up some extra cash with a black market potion business. Again, the potions only did so much, but people would believe pretty much anything when they were desperate enough. And Alejandro was a good fucking salesman. He was able to play the con, make people believe his potions would turn their clothes into gold with his words⌠and on the off chance they decided to come back and pick a fight when they didnât get what they wanted, he was able to hold his own. He might not have taken the job as Yzmaâs henchman, but that doesnât mean he didnât fit the bill.
A few weeks before being invited to Auradon was when Yzma passed, and of course it affected Alejandro. She had given him a good life, better than most people got on the Isle. If she was still around, maybe he wouldâve turned down the offer to leave that hell hole behind. But she wasnât, and he knew he could do better. He had put her before him for his entire childhood, and now he was going to put himself first. Hopes and dreams werenât really something you had growing up as a VK, so the idea of a potential future is kind of new for him. That being said, Alejandro wants to take Auradon for all it has to offer, even if some of those things are a little out of reach. Heâll find a way to get them.
Character Traits
positive: charismatic, confident, resourceful negative: boisterous, temperamental, abrasive
Headcanons
Alejandro has always liked being the center of attention. He didnât get much of it when he lived in the orphanage, and while Yzma thought of him as more of a son in her later years, in the beginning it was almost like he was gum beneath her shoe. Like she was putting up with him for the long run and he was just a nuisance for the time being. It was through sales pitch after sales pitch, making people believe what he wanted them to, that the boy realized he might have some kind of talent. And maybe thatâs what drew him to sign up for drama club. He never really thought of himself as an actor, but it made sense. And he was good at it. Maybe in one day he could show up in a show on the tv, not because he was wanted and missing in action.
Alejandro isnât close with a lot of people, but if you were able to worm your way into his heart then heâd remain loyal no matter what. And the few of the people he may have lost contact with, or just plain lost, have been commemorated somewhat in tattoos. Heâs got at least four on his arm, the biggest one on his bicep and moving into his shoulder to commemorate Yzma herself. It mightâve been a give/take relationship, with him generally giving, but sheâs still the closet thing to a mom heâs ever had.
Heâs been back to the Isle a total of two times since getting off, and it was only to visit the orphanage he once grew up in. Bring some of the money he was able to save up and help give the kids some decent clothes or food. Heâs been thinking of talking to the king about bringing the orphans into Auradon. Obviously theyâll have more opportunities here, and itâs not like itâll be hard to get some of the royals to adopt the kids from the Isle. We all know how much rich people love someone they see as a charity case.
Connections
The Tenacious: Most on the Isle speculated the true nature of the relationship between The Braggart and The Tenacious. The two were never seen without each other, always attached at the hip if they were out in public. Some unknown parties mistook the two for siblings, while other were convinced they were romantic partners. The truth? Theyâre a regular Bonnie and Clyde. Thieves and partners in crime that often found themselves hooking up after a case that had them high on adrenaline, sometimes other things. Theyâve come to Auradon to get away from The Isle, and start a better life the only way they really know how. Together.
The Socialite: The Braggart has nothing to gain or lose from being in Auradon, except maybe causing a bit of chaos and ending up back on The Isle. But the Isle didnât treat The Braggart as bad as it did others, so even that idea isnât that big of a threat. Which is probably why The Braggart has every intention of getting close to The Socialite and stealing their motherâs wand. Talk about causing a little chaos. But first they have to get on The Socialiteâs good side, and The Braggart will do anything they need to do to achieve that.
The Pyromaniac: The Pyromaniac is one of actions, not words, which is often why they found The Braggart to be so irksome. The Braggart liked to tell all of their accomplishments, but The Pyromaniac never saw any proof, and had no problem calling The Braggart out on it. Obviously this meant the two often butted headed, or fists. The fighting scene on the Isle was legendary, and these two were seen opposing each other in the ring more than anyone else.Â

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