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» TRUE NAME • Alexander

» NAME • Alexander Malchior (Mal-Key-Or) Blade.

» ALIAS • The White Mask

» AGE • 18 to 25 years.

» GENDER • Male.

» SEXUALITY • Heterosexual


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» HAIR • Short black or peace fuzz depending on the extent of isolation/socialization.

» EYES • Deep dark brown or black between narrow and round.

» HEIGHT • 5'5" or 1.65m.

» WEIGHT • 145 pounds of developed muscle.

» OTHER • Outwardly, Alexander seems a regular human of no cause or concern to anyone. Despite having a dark complexion and an abnormal accent, the usual draw is that of "Just some kid." Underneath the tattered rags, however, lays a well conditioned and muscular frame that has clearly undergone some long period of repetitive strain.

Alexander dons the usual regalia of long jean shorts, high top basketball shoes, and a pull over hoodie, or a tank top, depending on the weather.

The Mask is worn at random intervals.


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» POSITIVE

✧ Protector - Once a friendship is established, Alexander ensures that they are well protected. Albeit, he often throws himself in the midst of even the most deadly of attacks if it means his friend's safety is secured.
✧ Casanova - A womanizer in his moments of sanity. It goes without saying that his personal charm is irresistible, rare as it may be displayed.
✧ Loyal - Alexander is not one to abandon friendships so easily. Though plagued by insanity, the light of a friend shines bright; he knows where his loyalties stand.
✧ Relentless - Even against all odds and outnumbered, Alexander knows not the meaning of giving up or staying down.
✧ Aura of Peace - The first half of the duality; Those around him feel a sense of peace and security when in his presence. However, coupled with the second half of the duality, this sense is at first a confusion.

» NEGATIVE

✦ Delusional - Alexander does not comprehend the substance of "life." To him, the reality he currently resides is one of literal dreams and illusions in which he is soon to wake up from. Given such, he is prone to simply doing whatever he feels, albeit within the boundaries of his sense of morality and dignity.
✦ Insanity - Alexander is not the sanest of people. Having a civilized conversation, let alone garnering a comprehensible statement from him, is a difficult task in and of his own self.
✦ Casanova - A pretty woman is a pretty woman. Alexander falls somewhat easy to temptations of seduction and a pretty face though the reaches of his loyalties go well beyond the grasp of his lusts; at the end of the day, he knows whats right.
✦ Solitude - Be it his delusional insanity, his incomprehensible duality, or the fact that he is not quite like others, Alexander has little to no friends and thus spends a lot of his time alone despite the "good deeds," he performs without cause, concern, or desire for reward.
✦ Aura of Fear - The other half of the duality; Those around him feel a sense of fearful dread that is intensified based on the degree of conviction in their hearts. Coupled with the first of the duality, this sense is at first a confusion.

» LIKES

✓ Light skinned women with dark hair - A personal preference of his though he wont turn aside a blonde if opportunity presents itself.
✓ The innocence of children - It must be preserved.
✓ Poetry - Alexander is often prone to spout several verses at a time of pre-written works of poetry, as well as his own works. More often then not, it resembles urban hip hop.
✓ Basketball - In his moments of greater sanity, Alexander prefers this as a favored pass time.
✓ Praying - Who, or what, he prays to is unknown. More so, why. What he asks for is an even greater mystery.

» DISLIKES

✕ Corruption - The downfall of man comes only by their own hands and it is a sight he bears with disgust.
✕ Cole Slaw - So much vinegar is often a disgusting taste.
✕ Child Abuse - Alexander will not stand for it but he will stand against it.
✕ Wickedness - Some say Alexander has been the cause of a recent drop in criminal activity...
✕ Giving up and those who Give Up easily - He prefers to fight to the very end.

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» LEVEL • One.

» TYPE • Defensive

» ITEMS

• Holy Book - A text that is supposedly "ancient." It's contents are known only to Alexander.
• The White Mask - An ordinary looking white mask overlaid with heavy black paint around the eyes.
• Metal Pipe - Just an ordinary 3 1/2 ft pipe made of metal; Alexander's primary weapon.

» POWER

Guardian of a Pure Heart

• Fortitude - Alexander's body is capable of withstanding high degrees of physical pain and torture. As such, wounding him to any degree of severity proves a difficult task. That being said, it provides Alexander with the natural means of protecting others as he is prone to simply standing in the path of an oncoming attack for the sake of his teammates. The obvious downfall being that if his head is lopped off in the process, he is most certainly dead.
• Healing Factor - Because of this, Alexander's body has developed the innate means of self-preservation in the form of a rapidly accelerated rate of healing. This is not to say that he is indestructible, but simply impervious to minor wounds. He bleeds like a normal man but heals faster then most, albeit not instantaneously, and should he lose a limb, that limb cannot and will not grow back unless by some miracle or magical means.
• Heart Shield - Though Alexander's thick skin alone is not the only means of protection he has to offer. At times he is known to project a rather ambiguous and ethereal force of energy, most often manifested as a barely visible yet hardened screen of light or glass, that shields either himself or, more often, his allies from even the most brutal of attacks. This shield shatters after deflection and, due to the high degree of strain that accompanies the use of Heart Shield, Alexander can only utilize this once per battle. In addition, after it's use, Alexander is rendered fatigued for a short duration (2 turns), until his body's healing factor metabolizes enough energy to return to combat.

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» FAMILY
• Lisa - A frequently mentioned name that comes up during one of his insane and inane ramblings.
• Samantha - A frequently mentioned name that comes up during one of his insane and inane ramblings.
• Weaver - A frequently mentioned name that comes up during one of his insane and inane ramblings.

» BIRTHDAY • Undisclosed. Theorized to have appeared sometime in the month of May.

» HISTORY •

Chapter 1 - Born From A Wish.

First there was,

A child, barely enrolled in Kindergarten and yet her confidence in the existence of a man who saved her life was regarded as an undeniably and unshakable truth. When asked what this man looked like, she proceeded to describe him as a taller man with "brown skin," wearing "black clothes." Not much more of a physical description could be drawn from the naivety of this child.

"Can you tell me what happened again." Spoke an analytical ash haired man wearing a white coat and thin glasses. He sat across from her within an ornate yet boring looking room and in his hand he held a clipboard with complimentary pen. Whatever notes he was taking was an obvious mystery known only to him but it didn't seem to peak the child's curiosity.

"He.. came when the bad men took me and beat them up."

"He beat them up. Did he hurt you at all?"

"No. He was nice to me."

"Did anything happen after he beat up the bad men?"

"Yeah! After he beat them up he picked me up and took me to Ms. Betty's house. And when I asked him what his name was," The child jumped from her seat and threw her hands up into the air with enthusiasm and passion, "Whoosh! He vanished!"

"Vanished.... Just like that?" The ash haired man snapped his fingers as an example of what it was he had envisioned the girls' statement as being.

"Yep! Just turned around and disappeared!"

"Well did he tell you his name before that?"

"Huh... Oh... yeah! He did! It was-"

There was also,

In another part of the same city, sat a sullen girl in a sunlit room by a window watching the sunny day pass sadly outside through teary eyes and a head aching with the pain of memories that simply refused to surface. She held, in her trembling hands, a white mask that served only to give credence to a truth long buried and locked away in a place of great darkness.

Back and forth, for moments at a time, her eyes went to the day outside and the mask in her hands as though there lay an answer to the unknown riddle hidden in each and in between and in the spaces unseen and yet all drawn up came frustratingly black and chaotically white.

When suddenly there came a flicker of an image in her mind, for but a second's second and it was like the flash of a clapping thunder or the sudden glint of a spark sparked in a darkness and so suddenly did the headache leave her and the heavy chains of such a burden become all the more lighter.

And,

She stood at the start of the trail that lead to the playground which stood long abandoned in that place of old; that place of memory. Though her steps dare not go in, her heart beckoned and perhaps even went forth where her body could not. Memory reigned therein and in that place she and her older brother stood playing as children often played with happiness, freedom, a carefree carelessness that only the innocence of children embodied.

She was older now, much older then she had been in those memories, and yet her heart had not moved from that place of childhood. The agony of a lie that was perhaps a bitter truth ripped at her very soul like that of a thousand shards of broken glass and such an agony was well fought by the sheer will, the sheer determination, the sheer tenacity that prevented her from accepting what had been told to her.

"You cant be dead," Her whispered voice cracked underneath the tears that accompanied a deep seeded sorrow, "You just cant be!" And she yelled into the vast emptiness in front of her, though neither to the trees, nor the plants, nor the birds, nor the insects did her voice fall upon, but upon one of whom she hoped was listening.

Her fists clenched tightly, "I know their wrong," Her heart burned with a greater passion now as she stood before that place of memory and gave yield to the desire of bringing such a past back from it's place. So boldly then did her first steps upon that trail come with greater strength given, for it was her heart that pressed her forward and she knew then that she would not give rest to such a burning heart until she once more clutches that memory in her hands.

All together there was,

"Alex! His name was Alex!" A prideful smile.

"Alex," She whispered to herself as her longing teary eyes rested upon that white mask in her hands, "That's your name... isn't it." A restless dream.

"You'll be there... won't you, Alex?" A determined heart.

His eyes opened to a place of unmarked graves.

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