Name: Alexander (or Alex for short)
Appearance: He is white, 6?1, athletically built, strong stoic looking facial features, dirty blond hair in the ?Unsettler? do, and a ?Rough Beard?. He wears the ?merc grunt? outfit with a dirty grey version of the ?bounty hunter duster? over it. He also has a long scabbard hanging from his left hip with a broad-bladed straight sword in it.
Gender: Male
Personality: He doesn?t like to talk about himself, but dose like to talk about ideology and philosophical questions such as ?what makes us different than animals when we live without law??. He is hardened and desensitized to violence like most people who live in the wastes, and he is generally quite stoic.
Age: 32
Specializations: Endurance, Strength
Bio: Alexander was raised by the wastes. His parents were killed by raiders before he could read and he raised himself to rely on no one. It was no easy task but he ended up making it to a settlement called Flows when he was 14. There he studied about the old world with the Followers of the Apocalypse. He was more interested in current events than history and learned of the Legion, and the NCR and the BOS. One day when he was 18 he set off without a word to anyone, taking with him a map that no one noticed was missing. He traveled for years until he found The Pitt. When he got there it was just barely starting to recover from an invasion by the Brotherhood of Steel, and their leader was calling himself ?Ashur?. Alexander stayed as Ashur?s guest for 3 months while Alexander used the steel forges to create his sword. As payment, he showed them certain metal working techniques he had studied about with the Followers. When he finished his sword, he attempted to leave, but Ashur sent 3 men to capture him so that he could keep teaching them. Alex cut them down with his new blade before they could raise their guns. He traveled west after that for some number of years, and now finds himself outside a small town, dehydrated, wounded, and clinging to his sheathed sword with an iron grip.
Appearance: He is white, 6?1, athletically built, strong stoic looking facial features, dirty blond hair in the ?Unsettler? do, and a ?Rough Beard?. He wears the ?merc grunt? outfit with a dirty grey version of the ?bounty hunter duster? over it. He also has a long scabbard hanging from his left hip with a broad-bladed straight sword in it.
Gender: Male
Personality: He doesn?t like to talk about himself, but dose like to talk about ideology and philosophical questions such as ?what makes us different than animals when we live without law??. He is hardened and desensitized to violence like most people who live in the wastes, and he is generally quite stoic.
Age: 32
Specializations: Endurance, Strength
Bio: Alexander was raised by the wastes. His parents were killed by raiders before he could read and he raised himself to rely on no one. It was no easy task but he ended up making it to a settlement called Flows when he was 14. There he studied about the old world with the Followers of the Apocalypse. He was more interested in current events than history and learned of the Legion, and the NCR and the BOS. One day when he was 18 he set off without a word to anyone, taking with him a map that no one noticed was missing. He traveled for years until he found The Pitt. When he got there it was just barely starting to recover from an invasion by the Brotherhood of Steel, and their leader was calling himself ?Ashur?. Alexander stayed as Ashur?s guest for 3 months while Alexander used the steel forges to create his sword. As payment, he showed them certain metal working techniques he had studied about with the Followers. When he finished his sword, he attempted to leave, but Ashur sent 3 men to capture him so that he could keep teaching them. Alex cut them down with his new blade before they could raise their guns. He traveled west after that for some number of years, and now finds himself outside a small town, dehydrated, wounded, and clinging to his sheathed sword with an iron grip.
Alexander trudged up to the entrance of the town he had spotted the previous night. He was aware of guards in NCR armor outside the gate. His side ached and his vision wavered again, but still he moved forward.
As he came closer, a trooper greeted him,
"Welcome to Shady Sands Home of- holy shit man are you okay? Hey Donnie, open the gate!"
Alexander's left hand was pressed against the dirty, clearly recent, wound on the right side of his ribcage, and his right hand was gripping his sheathed sword so hard his knuckles were white. He entered the gates, not acknowledging any attempts from the people he passed to help him. Then a wave of pain hit him and he dropped to one knee. He was hoisted up by two burly men and brought into a building that he couldn't identify, and through all of this, he refused to pass out. A woman came and stood over him, saying something he couldn't understand through the rushing of blood in his ears. He felt her inject him with something once, then twice, then three times until he lost consciousness.
Alexander woke up 5 hours later on a bed with bandages wrapped around his mid-section and his sword in a chair next to his bed, as if it were a family member waiting for him to wake. His clothes had been laid out at the foot of the bed, so he got dressed, embracing the pain in his side with no med-ex, and tide his scabbard to his belt, quickly examining the sword before sheathing it and exiting his room. He noticed the doctor on his way out and thanked her. She told him he didn't have to pay and he thanked her again before exiting. On his way out he was startled by the nearby sound of shooting so he institutionally sprinted to cover behind a wall. When the shooting stopped he drew his blade and began jogging towards the gate where the noise came from, but as he reached it he collided with a young man wearing a black trench coat. He stumbled to the left without dropping his sword, and at the same time he reached out and grabbed the boy's shoulder to stop him from falling.
"Sorry about that, what was all the shooting?"
