── *✰ ۫ ( matthew noszka. cis male, he/him. ) * ︰ alexander “xander” gabriel lennox. son of dionysus.
passion so intense you feel as though it might consume you entirely ( forgetting about it the next morning ) ; a small gig in a smokey room, the lead singer looks directly at you ; to scream and cry and laugh and dance on a rooftop in the dead of night with friends ; homer’s wine-dark sea, drunken and disorderly, tumultuous and shimmering ; a blaring spotlight, a stumble on stage, all eyes on you
TW: mentions alcohol, drug use, death, prison
— *✰ ۫ quickfire qs:
NAME : alexander "xander" gabriel lennox
GENDER + PRONOUNS : cis male, he/him
AGE + DOB : twenty-six, march 22nd
ASTROLOGY : aries sun, leo moon, gemini rising
ORIENTATION : bisexual
BIRTHPLACE : san francisco, california
LOCATION BEFORE CAMP : san francisco, california
GODLY PARENT : dionysus
POWERS : madness induction, chlorokinesis
WEAPON OF CHOICE : 1957 gibson les paul which transforms into a sword
MBTI : estp (the entrepreneur)
ALIGNMENT : chaotic good
SONG : purple haze by jimi hendrix
— *✰ ۫ backstory:
a woman. eating fresh fruits and edible flowers and edibles and flowers. laying nude in the sun. ecstasy. plucking her guitar, back pressed against grass, until the stars appeared. daisies in her hair and feet kicking in a river. her voice as smooth as strawberry wine. intoxicated love making with — he said he was a god — she just giggled.
then alexander was born. alexander gabriel - - he was a god’s son, after all. and this lifestyle seemed … well, she cut down on the psychedelics. but not much else. she loved her life too much to give up much else. her house in the meadow. her little indie hippie band who had become a family. performing on a stage. parasocial relationships with those who saw themselves in her lyrics and lost themselves in her music. laughter and freedom. dancing. drinks. parties. the most insane parties. baby xander at these parties, passed around by his mother’s friends who, for all their highs (and highs, and highs), treated him with softness and warmth and care. it takes a village to raise a child. and it took a band to raise xander.
xander could play the guitar before he could read. (disclaimer: he still can’t really read.) but he can write. gods, can he write. he is blessed with an immense appreciation for the divine gift of consciousness, knows the joy of physical experience, understands humanity from the lens of a heightened state of being. he had always been a passionate boy, with so much feeling that it brimmed from him. it came out sometimes good, sometimes bad. he got into fights. drove too fast. he laughed and screamed and hated. and even moreso, he loved. his love could shatter the universe. he appreciated every feeling, every moment. he lived. pure and simple.
things happened, of course, but then again, things happen to everyone, don’t they ? his mom got arrested for drunk driving. 6 months in prison. he saw immense loss at the hands of intoxication. uncle jimbo lost his wife, cheating on her with groupies in a caravan until she finally left him. auntie kellie almost lost her life. the adults who raised him were in and out of rehab. at fourteen, he swore he’d never let alcohol touch his lips. at seventeen, he was drinking every day.
he joined a rock n roll band. at first, it was the love of music, but then something else pulled him towards it. people began to lose their minds. it liberated them. women were mad for him. like … clinically insane. the frenzy wasn’t quite human. the band reached some level of fame. he became somewhat known. rumours about the state of euphoria he could induce with his guitar and his voice spread like wildfire. and then the monsters began to attack. they could sniff him out. it wasn't quite human, after all. enter: his bandmate who was a satyr. xander joined camp three years ago. met his dad for the first time. didn't really care too much. nbd.
claimed by his father when he hosted a secret party in the woods, where, at the end of his performance, the crowd maddened with roars of applause, grape vines began to sprout from the stage and enshroud him and his beloved guitar.
if ur a skip to the end for a summary kinda person (me core) this is not a summary BUT it is what your character may have seen of him at camp! <3 : xander is dynamic and glistening. he feels chaotic. he cannot sit still, even for a moment. his demigod ADHD has ADHD. he’s here, there and everywhere. he has a special relationship with nature; vines and ivy, wild and free and natural. he's got a bit of a bad boy™ thing going on. he feels very, very strongly and WILL prove it to you. he feels authentic. or maybe he's just putting on a show, i guess we'll never know. i will add to this but for now i hope this is enough to work with mwahhhh !
— *✰ ۫ wanted connections:
band member(s): does your character play an instrument? sing?? well do i have a gig for you !!
friends: must be into moonlit bacchanals.
sworn enemies: love hard, hate hard. someone that makes his blood BOIL. he will have tantrums like a toddler.
any romantic relationship: always fun! exes, FWB, anything goes. this man is a certified floozy.
muse: every artist needs a muse. someone he can't stop writing about. someone he is utterly obsessed with.
stickler: i'm thinking someone very serious, follows the rules etc. who he has made it his life mission to 'corrupt'.
fan: someone who thinks he's the coolest and sooo talented and can u please write me a song and play the guitar for me?
hater: he is literally below average. got nothing on an apollo kid.... someone who tests out whether all this free love idc about anything mentality is all fake because... wdym you don't think i'm good??!! let me prove it to you. i swear. no please.
maybe something to do with someone who is jealous that his father is around at camp and he doesn't really care much? because he gets to see his godly parent every single day if he wants. and that's just normal. he's not fazed. he thinks his dad is cool and whatever but, like, that's it??????
anything else. the world is our oyster.












