owen elliott alexander

[owen]

-- OWEN ELLIOTT ALEXANDER !

-- NAME: owen elliott alexander
-- NICKNAMES: n/a
-- AGE & BIRTHDAY: 29 & september 8
-- BIRTH PLACE: new york, new york
-- ORIENTATION: heterosexeual
-- OCCUPATION & SCHOOL GRADE: chef
-- PLAYED BY: austin nichols

-- PERSONALITY !

-- ATTENTIVE: Owen pays an extraordinary amount of attention to things, specifically food for the most part. He loves to create and knows that within creation, attention is mandatory or said creation will fail. It’s the tiny details that Owen likes to notice. In that manner of speaking, he sometimes fails to realise the bigger picture. He pays too much attention to the minuscule things, often missing what someone is trying to say or express to him. In that way, people can often get frustrated with him. At the same time, it’s good for him when people are withholding things from him, such as feelings or secrets. He’s quick to see that someone’s upset, although he’s terrible at guessing the secrets. He’s well aware they’re there but can’t guess, causing annoyance on his part. He’d almost rather not know the person has a secret to begin with.
-- CARING: He’s a natural care giver. He knew his mother worked hard to take care of him and he felt guilty because of it. His caring self started young and ever since most of the time he’s doing something to take care of someone, make them feel good. That being said, he’s very organised and very healthy. He doesn’t live in a pig’s den and he pays specific attention to what his body wants. He refuses to fill it will bad food and substances, and is a bit of an exercise nut when he’s not working. Owen knows that to take care of other people, you first have to make sure you’re not ignoring yourself.
-- PATERNAL: Although he has no kids himself, they’re something he’s always wanted. The only problem was that he sort of threw himself into his work, almost to an obsessive level. Despite his workaholic nature, a family is something he wants. He grew up without the traditional form of a family. Though he’s never experienced it, he does know that a father is one of the most important people in the lives of kids. As if to remedy the wrongs against his mother, and even his grandmother, he already has promised to himself that he’d never leave his child if he ever has one, or a few. He does sometimes wonder if time is running out. Owen doesn’t really believe he’s getting old, but from his point of view, most people who are going to have kids have them by the time they’re thirty. That’s a generalization and he’s well aware that plenty of people are over thirty by the time their first child arrives, but he can’t help but shake the feeling that he’s missing out on something. Unfortunately his few and sparse relationships over the years never really amounted to anything lasting.

-- LOVES: cooking, eating, storms, dogs, kids, museums, dinosaurs, lizards, campfires, ghost stories, horror movies, card tricks, board games, snuggies, jell-o, skateboarding (although he thinks he’s too old for it now), thanksgiving, easter, bicycling, surfing
-- HATES: cats, snow, roller blading, roller coasters, rom-coms, operas, most plays, incense, clams, worms after it rains, clowns, fast food, malls, mascots

-- HISTORY !

A father figure was something which Owen never had in his life. His mother, Georgia Alexander, was young, as many single mothers often are, when she gave birth to her 8 pound 4 ounce baby boy on a cold September morning. She was only 17 at the time and Owen’s father, Joseph Cross, wanted nothing to do with the kid. He was 18 and by the time the baby was born, he had already left to go to college in the South, as far away from New York as possible. The man was a no-show in Owen’s life and even the cheques he sent every once and awhile were as good as nothing.

Georgia didn’t graduate high school on time; her own mother, Owen’s grandmother, had her young and Georgia watched her mother raise her as a single mother. While her mother wasn’t able to stop her from following in her footsteps, Georgia did want to make a good life for Owen. So, not being able to afford daycare, she moved around the state until she found a high school with a daycare. Luckily she didn’t have to move too far away from her mother, but the apartment she and her infant son shared was far from impressive. The people that lived in the complex weren’t, shall we say, top notch citizens, but Georgia did everything she could to keep Owen away from them.

She juggled finishing her last year of high school with working; in the end, it took her two years to finish senior year since she had to work and take care of Owen, but she got her degree. It didn’t really do her much good but she managed to get a second job to get a bit more money. For the first six years of Owen’s life, he was unaware of the circumstances in which he lived. He didn’t notice the cracks in the wall, the bugs in the kitchen, or the bums on the streets. To him, it was just home. He was a kid; how was he to know any different? When Owen was seven, his mother moved them back to live with Georgia’s mother in New York City.

Owen became more accustomed to the way of the world, eventually, and he did realise that his family struggled. He tried to help out his mother, though as a child he didn’t know how. When he was 8 he didn’t understand why he couldn’t get a job anywhere and instead began taking care of the apartment while his mother and grandmother worked. He destroyed his first load of laundry ever but after a few attempts he got the hang of it. When he turned 11, his grandmother taught him how to cook. At first it was simple things but as he was a quick learner and a responsible boy, she taught him other things, like using the oven and the stove to make a decent meal.

Owen was careful to keep up his grades so that he could have a good life when he grew up. His mother always stressed that he needed a good education and that he needed to get away from New York when he was an adult. He had a few childhood friends, but none that he kept in touch with after high school. He wanted to cook. There wasn’t a statement more simple than that which could be paired with the young man. After years and years of cooking for the two women in his life, he wanted to expand his horizons and cook for other people. Making great meals made people happy, and he realised how awesome that made him feel.

So, when he graduated, he went to university in Massachusetts, with a little bit of help from a small scholarship and a pile of student loans, to study the culinary arts. When Owen graduated he found himself back in New York again, washing dishes in a fancy restaurant. He wasn’t surprised; he didn’t expect to graduate and become head chef of a five star restaurant. He paid his dues and slowly moved up the food chain-- pun intended. He did notice, however, that his mother was still upset that he came back to New York. To Georgia, it represented that through all her hard work, she still couldn’t get her boy out of her world. She loved her son dearly but wanted better things for him.

He moved to Boston for a few years and became the assistant chef at a restaurant. When the head chef went on maternity leave, he took over her spot for a year. That experience helped him get to where he is now, in Capeside with his own restaurant. He acquired it through the retirement of the owner who knew the head chef who had went on maternity leave. The owner had tried to get the woman to take it, but between raising three kids and keeping her marriage going, she didn’t want the stress of running an eatery on her hands. For the past two years, Owen has been the owner of 5th Street and Melbourn, which he has poured everything he has into.

-- SAMPLE !

-- OOC !

-- NAME OR ALIAS: beth
-- AGE: 18
-- THREE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE YOU: sleepy, hungry, peculiar
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