Alexander Simon Cassius
28
Mesalian
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(Dont forget to read the note at the end)
Appearance: He stands at 5'11. In terms of body shape he is generally muscular, not a bodybuilder by any means, he also has an ugly s shaped scar on his chest. He has short brown hair and dark drown eyes, he is also fair skinned. In terms of clothing he wears a simple white dress shirt covered by a blue overcoat with an orange trim on the cuffs. He wears white slacks tucked into boots that go to his knees.
Traits:
Positive (Not many)
Caring. (If he grows to care about you)
Persistent
Diligent (If you pay him for a job he will get it done)
Intelligent
Loyal (If you earn his loyalty)
Charismatic (If needed)
He has a softer side for friends and family.
Neutral
Can hold his liquor well.
Generally has a low view of himself due to times in the arena.
Can be comical at times.
Stubborn.
Not racist towards Lucins or Xitans.
Selfish and or greedy.
Bitter, full of anger, self hate, and a desire for closure
Negative:
Very short temper.
Distrusting.
Pessimist.
Has a very negative view on society in general.
Not to keen on orders or authority.
Arrogant
Can be blinded by rage or the need for vengeance.
Skills:
Swordsmanship- Alex has been killing for a good portion of his life. He is a more than able fighter and will fight fiercely to protect himself or those he cares for.
Tailoring- Alex has been practicing Tailoring for a good while now, with every new request/mistake his skill grows, he still needs some work though.
Athletics- Alex's body is fit for athletics, he is very physically fit, able to run quickly and for long distances, he also has strong upper body strength.
Hand to hand fighting- Like swordplay Alex is very used to hand to hand fighting, he is trained in it and will use it against his enemy, it helped him survive the arena.
Ambidexterity- He is ambidextrous, so he can wield his sword in both hands, the same goes with sewing.
Deception- Alex used this skill quite a lot when he was traveling with Sam. He is a skilled in the art of lying. He also is skilled when it comes to social stealth and blending in.
Goals:
Move on.
Decide what to do with Gideon.
Put his past life behind him, or redeem himself -somehow-
Make a grave for Sam.
Theme:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRLdhFVzqt4
Vocal Description: TBD
Alex was born in the war-torn city of Antaquia. As with most other families his family was indigent, poorer than you could imagine. Alex's father was a fighter in the arena as was most fathers in Antaquia who were born into lower class. His mother stayed at home usually she was surprisingly beautiful, she was born into the higher class in Antaquia. She saw the pain and misery the lower class went through and instead of throwing stones at them she gave them bread and treated them with kindness. She eventually met Alex's father and they fell in love, once her father found out about this however he disowned her and casted her out to ''go live with those other filthy dogs",and so she left and never looked back.
Alex had grown into a harsh life, as a young boy he had done odd jobs for the rich, polishing shoes, delivering letters anything to help his family and keep them off the street. And so he lived like this for a few years. One day Alex was making his usual deliveries when he heard stomping and yelling coming from an allyway beside his house. Alex ran up wondering what had happened there he saw two young boys on the ground in pain, and Alex's younger brother Sam looking over at them. "What happened Sam?" "They jumped me, and they got what was coming". Alex laughed and just said "All in a days work brother". Sam was the only thing Alex knew he loved. His father was never around, and his mother? According to Alex "She had left her life in luxury to live with our father the man is never around, he's always off killing people or something". Alex never said this to his mother's face however, he just confided it to Sam.
A few years had passed by since Sam's fight. Alex was now 16 and growing into a man. One day after making his usual deliveries and rounds Alex came home to find his mother at the kitchen table crying and Sam trying to comfort her. "It will be okay Mother" "No it wont!". Alex had never seen her like this, her eyes seemed empty and all she did was cry. He approached the table and turned to Sam "What has happened" Sam opened his mouth to speak but his mother just looked at Alex and said "Alexander my son, your father has been killed".
Alex's jaw practically dropped to the floor. "What? How has this happened? Who has done this to us?" Sam turned to Alex and sighed "A man named Gideon". "What does this mean for us" said Alex. "Will we be going to war?" asked Sam. "No my boys you must run!" Alex knew they would not get out of Antaquia alive. He sighed and put his hand down, "I'm joining the arena" his mother looked up at him in total shock. "I have already lost so much to that damn place, Alex dont do this!" "Mother would you have Sam and I both die then?" She knew he was right and headed to her room to cry some more. The next day Alex grabbed what little he owned and headed out at dawn. "Brother wait" said Sam stopping him at the door. "Goodbye Sam, watch after mother, and dont do anything stupid, you hear?" Sam nodded and embraced his brother in a hug, and like that Alex left to start, or end a new life.
Alex approached the giant stadium in front of him, he was waved over by a small, fat, and greasy man. Alex walked over, but kept his distance. "You hear to sign up?" Alex nodded and looked down at the paper. "Name?" said the man, 'Alexander Cassius'. The man looked up from the paper with a frown "You Aaron's boy?" Alex nodded with a frown. "Sorry about your dad, he was a real man, that Gideon will get what's coming. Anyway Alex, I'm going to call you Alex, boy. You'll be trained and given armor then thrown into the wolves. Try not to die". Alex laughed, for what seemed like the first time in days and went to his quarters. There he met an old man sleeping in his chair, many bottles of ale next to him. Alex walked over and nudged the old man. "What boy?" "You are supposed to train me, old man" "Call me Henry you fool, and show me some respect, boy". So Alex spent time training with Henry, who he actually grew to enjoy.
His life became a flurry of training and studying, his first fight was in a few weeks and he had to be ready. "Are you ready for this, boy?" "Yes, I wonder which scared little boy will kill the other scared little boy." And off he went to the fighting grounds. Only a few people had shown up, they all looked bored, Alex hated them all of them. They sat idly bye while all this happened, while these boys killed each other. They are as bad as the upper class. Alex entered the arena and saw a boy, much smaller than him. "Great" he muttered to himself, the boy ran forward and so did Alex, they fought for a few minutes the boy was surprisingly fast, but Alex anticipated where he would step and plunged his sword deep into the boy's chest.
Alex immediately let go of the sword, the boy's body falling to the ground, kicking up some sand in the process. He heard cheering and looked at his own quivering hands "What have I done!" he quickly ran back to his quarters to think about what he had done. Henry walked into his room and just said "This is what must be done for you to live." Alex nodded and began training, "This is what must be done for my survival". And so the months went by, Alex kept his training, killing his way up the duel ladder, in some vain hope to win and free himself and his family, the guilt of killing slowly went away, but left Alex feeling empty and vain.
Finally after all the hard training, and fighting Alex had killed his way to the top. He went to check on Henry and found him slumped in his chair. 'Up old man, I'm fighting the Semper today" Henry remained motionless "Now is not the time for a cat nap old man" Alex frowned, the worry showing on his face "He's dead" he repeated to himself "Henry is dead" he heard in the distance "Cassius you're up time to die!" to Alex that didn't matter, he had Gideon to kill, for what it is worth he had to avenge his father, or at least die fighting for him. So he said his goodbye to Henry and headed for the ring.
He walked into the ring, the roar of the crowd surging around him. "Fucking animals" he said to himself. He looked over at the current Semper. "Fuck him as well" and took off in a sprint to the other side of the lava pit, he swung his sword scratching his face. The fight went on, but it ended with Alex on the ground, his sword knocked aside and Gideon ready to plunge his sword down on him. The Semper pressed his sword to Alex's neck leaving a cut. Alex spat in his face and just said "Go ahead enjoy it you bastard. I bet you like it, just how you liked shoving that sword through my father". What followed was a kick to Alex's head, knocking him out.
He awoke under a pile of bodies, he climbed his way out repulsed by the stench he said to himself. "Why is my chest on fire?" He tore away his shirt to find an S cut into his chest and said once again. "Was killing me not enough?" he sighed but was startled when he heard voices. "Gideon tore that kid up little fucker had no chance" "I bet a good sum on that little shit" said the guards. "They think I'm dead" muttered Alex before picking up a shovel that was used to bury the bodies. He walked at a steady speed to the two men who were supposed to be burying him and another hundred men. "Evening lads" said Alex one turned around but took a shovel to the face knocking him out. The other stood but not before he was hit as well. He dropped the shovel and headed for his home.
He knocked on the barely lit house in the middle of the night. Sam had answered, now a fully grown man his eyes were wide. "Alex! we thought you were dead what had happened?" he chuckled and repeated the line from years ago. "All in a days work brother grab your things you andmother need to go." Sam frowned unable to look Alex in the eye. "Mother is dead Alex, she died a month after you left." Alex was taken back but not surprised he said in a quivering voice."Pack your things we leave at sunrise". Alex left to visit the graveyard he stayed there the whole night, said his goodbyes to his mother and left in the hope to move on, or start a new life.
Alex and Sam left Antaquia, there the two wandered for a few months doing odd jobs, moving from city to city. Fortunately, no one had recognized the famous "Cassius" from the arena so he lived a pretty quiet and peaceful life as a traveller. Sam was the sort of "ladies man" type and had a few women in his time, one of them was the wife of a rich man in Provensia, eventually his men had caught up to the Cassius boys. Alex and his brother were held up in the local inn, word spreading quickly that the thugs want Sam dead.
"Samuel you lying bastard we know you are in there!" said the thugs. "What do we do?" asked Sam quivering in fear. "We deal with them, the less kind way" said Alex. The thugs broke down the door and Alex sprinted to meet them, he lead them out on the street and quickly dispatched a couple of the thugs. That's when he saw a wall of flames. "Fuck!" screamed Alex 'They're burning the inn down!". Alex ran into the inn dealing with a few thugs that were inside, he stopped at Sam's door. "Sam it's me open up!" he heard no reply and tried to bash through the door. Unable to break through Alex screamed "Sam come on, open up!" "Sam dont leave me, please!" he fell to his knees and bursted into tears for what seemed like the first time in years."He's up here!" screamed the city watch. Alex got up and left the building, making he was able to make his escape from Provensia and once again start his life over.
Alex with what little he had collected over the months of doing odd jobs had saved enough to buy a small house in a village, however he was unable to find work. So he became an apprentice to a local tailor, he was looking for anything that didn't involve killing. Alex spent a year with the tailor and in the village, however the anger deep inside of him refused to go away. This was not his place, he was grateful for all he had learned, but he belonged somewhere else he took a boat to the Forbidden Lands to find that special something.
Personality: Alex has grown since his arrival in the Forbidden lands. The once bitter, angry, and violent boy that wandered into town has become a man, although some of his negative traits still apply he has developed self control. Even after meeting Gideon again, the man who practically ruined him, Alex doesn't want to kill him, he wants to put that part of his life behind him.
28
Mesalian
(Dont forget to read the note at the end)
Appearance: He stands at 5'11. In terms of body shape he is generally muscular, not a bodybuilder by any means, he also has an ugly s shaped scar on his chest. He has short brown hair and dark drown eyes, he is also fair skinned. In terms of clothing he wears a simple white dress shirt covered by a blue overcoat with an orange trim on the cuffs. He wears white slacks tucked into boots that go to his knees.
Traits:
Positive (Not many)
Caring. (If he grows to care about you)
Persistent
Diligent (If you pay him for a job he will get it done)
Intelligent
Loyal (If you earn his loyalty)
Charismatic (If needed)
He has a softer side for friends and family.
Neutral
Can hold his liquor well.
Generally has a low view of himself due to times in the arena.
Can be comical at times.
Stubborn.
Not racist towards Lucins or Xitans.
Selfish and or greedy.
Bitter, full of anger, self hate, and a desire for closure
Negative:
Very short temper.
Distrusting.
Pessimist.
Has a very negative view on society in general.
Not to keen on orders or authority.
Arrogant
Can be blinded by rage or the need for vengeance.
Skills:
Swordsmanship- Alex has been killing for a good portion of his life. He is a more than able fighter and will fight fiercely to protect himself or those he cares for.
Tailoring- Alex has been practicing Tailoring for a good while now, with every new request/mistake his skill grows, he still needs some work though.
Athletics- Alex's body is fit for athletics, he is very physically fit, able to run quickly and for long distances, he also has strong upper body strength.
Hand to hand fighting- Like swordplay Alex is very used to hand to hand fighting, he is trained in it and will use it against his enemy, it helped him survive the arena.
Ambidexterity- He is ambidextrous, so he can wield his sword in both hands, the same goes with sewing.
Deception- Alex used this skill quite a lot when he was traveling with Sam. He is a skilled in the art of lying. He also is skilled when it comes to social stealth and blending in.
Goals:
Move on.
Decide what to do with Gideon.
Put his past life behind him, or redeem himself -somehow-
Make a grave for Sam.
Theme:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRLdhFVzqt4
Vocal Description: TBD
Alex was born in the war-torn city of Antaquia. As with most other families his family was indigent, poorer than you could imagine. Alex's father was a fighter in the arena as was most fathers in Antaquia who were born into lower class. His mother stayed at home usually she was surprisingly beautiful, she was born into the higher class in Antaquia. She saw the pain and misery the lower class went through and instead of throwing stones at them she gave them bread and treated them with kindness. She eventually met Alex's father and they fell in love, once her father found out about this however he disowned her and casted her out to ''go live with those other filthy dogs",and so she left and never looked back.
Alex had grown into a harsh life, as a young boy he had done odd jobs for the rich, polishing shoes, delivering letters anything to help his family and keep them off the street. And so he lived like this for a few years. One day Alex was making his usual deliveries when he heard stomping and yelling coming from an allyway beside his house. Alex ran up wondering what had happened there he saw two young boys on the ground in pain, and Alex's younger brother Sam looking over at them. "What happened Sam?" "They jumped me, and they got what was coming". Alex laughed and just said "All in a days work brother". Sam was the only thing Alex knew he loved. His father was never around, and his mother? According to Alex "She had left her life in luxury to live with our father the man is never around, he's always off killing people or something". Alex never said this to his mother's face however, he just confided it to Sam.
A few years had passed by since Sam's fight. Alex was now 16 and growing into a man. One day after making his usual deliveries and rounds Alex came home to find his mother at the kitchen table crying and Sam trying to comfort her. "It will be okay Mother" "No it wont!". Alex had never seen her like this, her eyes seemed empty and all she did was cry. He approached the table and turned to Sam "What has happened" Sam opened his mouth to speak but his mother just looked at Alex and said "Alexander my son, your father has been killed".
Alex's jaw practically dropped to the floor. "What? How has this happened? Who has done this to us?" Sam turned to Alex and sighed "A man named Gideon". "What does this mean for us" said Alex. "Will we be going to war?" asked Sam. "No my boys you must run!" Alex knew they would not get out of Antaquia alive. He sighed and put his hand down, "I'm joining the arena" his mother looked up at him in total shock. "I have already lost so much to that damn place, Alex dont do this!" "Mother would you have Sam and I both die then?" She knew he was right and headed to her room to cry some more. The next day Alex grabbed what little he owned and headed out at dawn. "Brother wait" said Sam stopping him at the door. "Goodbye Sam, watch after mother, and dont do anything stupid, you hear?" Sam nodded and embraced his brother in a hug, and like that Alex left to start, or end a new life.
Alex approached the giant stadium in front of him, he was waved over by a small, fat, and greasy man. Alex walked over, but kept his distance. "You hear to sign up?" Alex nodded and looked down at the paper. "Name?" said the man, 'Alexander Cassius'. The man looked up from the paper with a frown "You Aaron's boy?" Alex nodded with a frown. "Sorry about your dad, he was a real man, that Gideon will get what's coming. Anyway Alex, I'm going to call you Alex, boy. You'll be trained and given armor then thrown into the wolves. Try not to die". Alex laughed, for what seemed like the first time in days and went to his quarters. There he met an old man sleeping in his chair, many bottles of ale next to him. Alex walked over and nudged the old man. "What boy?" "You are supposed to train me, old man" "Call me Henry you fool, and show me some respect, boy". So Alex spent time training with Henry, who he actually grew to enjoy.
His life became a flurry of training and studying, his first fight was in a few weeks and he had to be ready. "Are you ready for this, boy?" "Yes, I wonder which scared little boy will kill the other scared little boy." And off he went to the fighting grounds. Only a few people had shown up, they all looked bored, Alex hated them all of them. They sat idly bye while all this happened, while these boys killed each other. They are as bad as the upper class. Alex entered the arena and saw a boy, much smaller than him. "Great" he muttered to himself, the boy ran forward and so did Alex, they fought for a few minutes the boy was surprisingly fast, but Alex anticipated where he would step and plunged his sword deep into the boy's chest.
Alex immediately let go of the sword, the boy's body falling to the ground, kicking up some sand in the process. He heard cheering and looked at his own quivering hands "What have I done!" he quickly ran back to his quarters to think about what he had done. Henry walked into his room and just said "This is what must be done for you to live." Alex nodded and began training, "This is what must be done for my survival". And so the months went by, Alex kept his training, killing his way up the duel ladder, in some vain hope to win and free himself and his family, the guilt of killing slowly went away, but left Alex feeling empty and vain.
Finally after all the hard training, and fighting Alex had killed his way to the top. He went to check on Henry and found him slumped in his chair. 'Up old man, I'm fighting the Semper today" Henry remained motionless "Now is not the time for a cat nap old man" Alex frowned, the worry showing on his face "He's dead" he repeated to himself "Henry is dead" he heard in the distance "Cassius you're up time to die!" to Alex that didn't matter, he had Gideon to kill, for what it is worth he had to avenge his father, or at least die fighting for him. So he said his goodbye to Henry and headed for the ring.
He walked into the ring, the roar of the crowd surging around him. "Fucking animals" he said to himself. He looked over at the current Semper. "Fuck him as well" and took off in a sprint to the other side of the lava pit, he swung his sword scratching his face. The fight went on, but it ended with Alex on the ground, his sword knocked aside and Gideon ready to plunge his sword down on him. The Semper pressed his sword to Alex's neck leaving a cut. Alex spat in his face and just said "Go ahead enjoy it you bastard. I bet you like it, just how you liked shoving that sword through my father". What followed was a kick to Alex's head, knocking him out.
He awoke under a pile of bodies, he climbed his way out repulsed by the stench he said to himself. "Why is my chest on fire?" He tore away his shirt to find an S cut into his chest and said once again. "Was killing me not enough?" he sighed but was startled when he heard voices. "Gideon tore that kid up little fucker had no chance" "I bet a good sum on that little shit" said the guards. "They think I'm dead" muttered Alex before picking up a shovel that was used to bury the bodies. He walked at a steady speed to the two men who were supposed to be burying him and another hundred men. "Evening lads" said Alex one turned around but took a shovel to the face knocking him out. The other stood but not before he was hit as well. He dropped the shovel and headed for his home.
He knocked on the barely lit house in the middle of the night. Sam had answered, now a fully grown man his eyes were wide. "Alex! we thought you were dead what had happened?" he chuckled and repeated the line from years ago. "All in a days work brother grab your things you andmother need to go." Sam frowned unable to look Alex in the eye. "Mother is dead Alex, she died a month after you left." Alex was taken back but not surprised he said in a quivering voice."Pack your things we leave at sunrise". Alex left to visit the graveyard he stayed there the whole night, said his goodbyes to his mother and left in the hope to move on, or start a new life.
Alex and Sam left Antaquia, there the two wandered for a few months doing odd jobs, moving from city to city. Fortunately, no one had recognized the famous "Cassius" from the arena so he lived a pretty quiet and peaceful life as a traveller. Sam was the sort of "ladies man" type and had a few women in his time, one of them was the wife of a rich man in Provensia, eventually his men had caught up to the Cassius boys. Alex and his brother were held up in the local inn, word spreading quickly that the thugs want Sam dead.
"Samuel you lying bastard we know you are in there!" said the thugs. "What do we do?" asked Sam quivering in fear. "We deal with them, the less kind way" said Alex. The thugs broke down the door and Alex sprinted to meet them, he lead them out on the street and quickly dispatched a couple of the thugs. That's when he saw a wall of flames. "Fuck!" screamed Alex 'They're burning the inn down!". Alex ran into the inn dealing with a few thugs that were inside, he stopped at Sam's door. "Sam it's me open up!" he heard no reply and tried to bash through the door. Unable to break through Alex screamed "Sam come on, open up!" "Sam dont leave me, please!" he fell to his knees and bursted into tears for what seemed like the first time in years."He's up here!" screamed the city watch. Alex got up and left the building, making he was able to make his escape from Provensia and once again start his life over.
Alex with what little he had collected over the months of doing odd jobs had saved enough to buy a small house in a village, however he was unable to find work. So he became an apprentice to a local tailor, he was looking for anything that didn't involve killing. Alex spent a year with the tailor and in the village, however the anger deep inside of him refused to go away. This was not his place, he was grateful for all he had learned, but he belonged somewhere else he took a boat to the Forbidden Lands to find that special something.
Personality: Alex has grown since his arrival in the Forbidden lands. The once bitter, angry, and violent boy that wandered into town has become a man, although some of his negative traits still apply he has developed self control. Even after meeting Gideon again, the man who practically ruined him, Alex doesn't want to kill him, he wants to put that part of his life behind him.
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