Post by alexander on Jan 4, 2012 0:19:39 GMT -5
Name: Alexander “Alex” Morgan
Age: 27
Group: Hunter
Sex: Male
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 175lbs
Supernatural Order: Judge
Appearance:
Alexander has no distinguishing marks except for a scar running from his left temple to his upper lip from when a shard of glass sliced his face when a Vampire burnt down the library he was in.
Personality:
Alexander keeps a level head most of the time, always weary of the unnatural world now that he has been made aware of it. When entering a room his eyes tend to move around taking into account even the most minor detail should it come of use to him latter.
In conversation he does not talk as much as he listens but when he dose speak it tends to be concise and to the point. His serious demure helps him keep his mind in order as his journey takes him deeper and deeper into a world he never knew existed.
Biography: Alex was a normal student his life up until that point had been a bland mash of mediocre stereotypes. He had two parents a brother and a sister they all lived in a picturesque town in the mid-west.
All of it was so bland, so quaint that in retrospect it amazed Alex that he could live that way.
That all changed his sophomore year of college, he was in the library one afternoon when a man or what he thought at the time was just a man came through the doors. Alex thought nothing of this figure as he rushed by his table ignoring the shiver that when down his spine as the man passed where he was sitting by a window. Alex more focused by the words on the page in front of him, that narrow mindedness almost cost him his life.
Whoever that man was had started a fire in the library the fire spread quickly lighting dried out book after book until the building became and inferno Alex ran to the doors only to find them locked from the outside then turning he saw the man once more hunched over the figure of the librarian his mouth at he neck as blood ran down. Alex tried to say something anything but the smoke was to thick for him to speak, instead he ran down the burning aisles to the window that he had been sitting by before. Then Alex made a decision that would both save his life and change it forever; he jumped out the window the stained glass rained down on him like razor wire slicing his arms and face. Yet he was alive.
Then the voice came “he who acts against his conscience always sins.”
After that day Alex knew he could never watch as such crimes were committed could never sit idly by as things unnatural moved through the world committing acts of terror on human kind and began to prepare his mind and body to bring these creature to face there judgment.
In the aftermath of the fire Alex reflected on that day many nights when he could feel the fire burn his flesh again or when the image of that man drinking from the Librarian would not fade away. Over the imitate weeks fallowing he searched for an explanation of what he had seen, all his efforts came up in vain however until he found one image:
This image sent a shiver down Alex’s spine something called him to write into the site where he had seen it to identify the image as one of: Judgment, and Balance. That email became his ticket into a group of others like him that had seen the vial of the world torn back yet did not want to murder everything behind it, but instead to seek them learn about them and ultimately judge each and every one on their own crimes and merits.
His first real encounter with the supernatural did not come until three years later when he Alex was traveling through Nevada he stopped in some one light town in the middle of the Mojave dessert the motel had a bar across the street that looked safe enough as far as dive bars go so Alex decided to he might as well have a drink or two. As he sat down in the dimly lit bar he watched from his spot in the corner the locals going about their early evening routines of drink cards and more drinks.
Then a women came to sit next to him at the bar, the talked drank a few more glasses of cheap beer it was not until sometime around midnight when they both walked out of the bar that Alex once again found himself in a life or death situation. The woman led them down an ally seeming to take no mind until they reached the end. When the woman had taken a suddenly different demure.
Alex said nothing realizing the situation had taken a turn for the worse quite quickly that if he made the wrong move now six months of work would all be gone in a second. The woman laughed and stepped away from him smiling for the first time showing two over pronounced k-9 teeth.
“AH another fly has flown into my web.” She said as she walked back to him again running a finger along his arm. “Do you know how many yummy morsels like you have walked into my little trap here in the Mojave.” Alex remained quiet as she ran a hand along his neck, he knew of course he had been tracking her since he heard about her in New Mexico from another hunter who had lost her trail in Arizona, along the way this ‘black widow’ as she called herself had been leaving a trail of corpses drained of blood. Six months he had been on this hunt, his first in fact and now it was about to reach its sudden conclusion.
“Esmeralda, aka Black Widow, Body count 52 over 3 states in the last five years. I know who you are.” He said pushing her away from him with un-expected force. Esmeralda just stared blankly at him shocked by the fact her meal had not only just said her name but had also resisted its inevitable demise.
“How dare you speak to me as if you know anything fly.” She spat at him, all the while Alex maintained a calm face on the outside waiting for the moment to strike. “I have seen others like you all of which now lie in shallow graves like the one you will be in by nights end.”
Alex maintained his wall inside his mind he passed judgment on her the jury in his mind had returned there verdict, the only thing left was the execution. “For your crimes against humanity there is only one punishment, death, may God have mercy on your soul.” Before he had finished speaking she lunged at him with blinding speed Alex had anticipated the move and rolled to get out of the way he nails slashing through his coat leaving three cuts on his arm. She snarled at him and began to run up the ally when Alex pulled his revolver out of its holster and placed two shots in both her ankles snapping the bone inside causing Esmeralda to fall on to the ground. As he walked down the ally Alex reached into his coat and pulled out two bullets reloading the gun as she continued to back away from him.
She however was not ready for death just yet as she sat up and launched herself on top of him trying to bite his flesh as he held his arm to her through keeping her jaws at bay. Alex fumbled with the single action leaver of the revolver cocking the gun then placed it in her wide open mouth and pulled the trigger. Pushing the body off him Alex went to his trunk and pulled out a tire iron with a sharpened point as well as a hammer driving the makeshift stake into her heart Alex collapsed against the wall out of breath amazed that he had just done what he had.
“Good bye Esmeralda.” He said finally as he stood up and lit a cigarette. Walking out of the ally and back to his car he needed to put as many citys and miles between him and the body before the police were called.
It was five years after that Hunt that Alex got wind of the man he had seen at his collage fallowing that rumor Alex packed his bags and headed north he had to find out why that man had done what he had, maybe it was a part of finding out who he was, or perhaps he wanted vengeance. Alex could not say for sure but somehow he knew he was closer now to that Man then he ever had been before.
(Making Character Sheet soon)
Age: 27
Group: Hunter
Sex: Male
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 175lbs
Supernatural Order: Judge
Appearance:
Alexander has no distinguishing marks except for a scar running from his left temple to his upper lip from when a shard of glass sliced his face when a Vampire burnt down the library he was in.
Personality:
Alexander keeps a level head most of the time, always weary of the unnatural world now that he has been made aware of it. When entering a room his eyes tend to move around taking into account even the most minor detail should it come of use to him latter.
In conversation he does not talk as much as he listens but when he dose speak it tends to be concise and to the point. His serious demure helps him keep his mind in order as his journey takes him deeper and deeper into a world he never knew existed.
Biography: Alex was a normal student his life up until that point had been a bland mash of mediocre stereotypes. He had two parents a brother and a sister they all lived in a picturesque town in the mid-west.
All of it was so bland, so quaint that in retrospect it amazed Alex that he could live that way.
That all changed his sophomore year of college, he was in the library one afternoon when a man or what he thought at the time was just a man came through the doors. Alex thought nothing of this figure as he rushed by his table ignoring the shiver that when down his spine as the man passed where he was sitting by a window. Alex more focused by the words on the page in front of him, that narrow mindedness almost cost him his life.
Whoever that man was had started a fire in the library the fire spread quickly lighting dried out book after book until the building became and inferno Alex ran to the doors only to find them locked from the outside then turning he saw the man once more hunched over the figure of the librarian his mouth at he neck as blood ran down. Alex tried to say something anything but the smoke was to thick for him to speak, instead he ran down the burning aisles to the window that he had been sitting by before. Then Alex made a decision that would both save his life and change it forever; he jumped out the window the stained glass rained down on him like razor wire slicing his arms and face. Yet he was alive.
Then the voice came “he who acts against his conscience always sins.”
After that day Alex knew he could never watch as such crimes were committed could never sit idly by as things unnatural moved through the world committing acts of terror on human kind and began to prepare his mind and body to bring these creature to face there judgment.
In the aftermath of the fire Alex reflected on that day many nights when he could feel the fire burn his flesh again or when the image of that man drinking from the Librarian would not fade away. Over the imitate weeks fallowing he searched for an explanation of what he had seen, all his efforts came up in vain however until he found one image:
This image sent a shiver down Alex’s spine something called him to write into the site where he had seen it to identify the image as one of: Judgment, and Balance. That email became his ticket into a group of others like him that had seen the vial of the world torn back yet did not want to murder everything behind it, but instead to seek them learn about them and ultimately judge each and every one on their own crimes and merits.
His first real encounter with the supernatural did not come until three years later when he Alex was traveling through Nevada he stopped in some one light town in the middle of the Mojave dessert the motel had a bar across the street that looked safe enough as far as dive bars go so Alex decided to he might as well have a drink or two. As he sat down in the dimly lit bar he watched from his spot in the corner the locals going about their early evening routines of drink cards and more drinks.
Then a women came to sit next to him at the bar, the talked drank a few more glasses of cheap beer it was not until sometime around midnight when they both walked out of the bar that Alex once again found himself in a life or death situation. The woman led them down an ally seeming to take no mind until they reached the end. When the woman had taken a suddenly different demure.
Alex said nothing realizing the situation had taken a turn for the worse quite quickly that if he made the wrong move now six months of work would all be gone in a second. The woman laughed and stepped away from him smiling for the first time showing two over pronounced k-9 teeth.
“AH another fly has flown into my web.” She said as she walked back to him again running a finger along his arm. “Do you know how many yummy morsels like you have walked into my little trap here in the Mojave.” Alex remained quiet as she ran a hand along his neck, he knew of course he had been tracking her since he heard about her in New Mexico from another hunter who had lost her trail in Arizona, along the way this ‘black widow’ as she called herself had been leaving a trail of corpses drained of blood. Six months he had been on this hunt, his first in fact and now it was about to reach its sudden conclusion.
“Esmeralda, aka Black Widow, Body count 52 over 3 states in the last five years. I know who you are.” He said pushing her away from him with un-expected force. Esmeralda just stared blankly at him shocked by the fact her meal had not only just said her name but had also resisted its inevitable demise.
“How dare you speak to me as if you know anything fly.” She spat at him, all the while Alex maintained a calm face on the outside waiting for the moment to strike. “I have seen others like you all of which now lie in shallow graves like the one you will be in by nights end.”
Alex maintained his wall inside his mind he passed judgment on her the jury in his mind had returned there verdict, the only thing left was the execution. “For your crimes against humanity there is only one punishment, death, may God have mercy on your soul.” Before he had finished speaking she lunged at him with blinding speed Alex had anticipated the move and rolled to get out of the way he nails slashing through his coat leaving three cuts on his arm. She snarled at him and began to run up the ally when Alex pulled his revolver out of its holster and placed two shots in both her ankles snapping the bone inside causing Esmeralda to fall on to the ground. As he walked down the ally Alex reached into his coat and pulled out two bullets reloading the gun as she continued to back away from him.
She however was not ready for death just yet as she sat up and launched herself on top of him trying to bite his flesh as he held his arm to her through keeping her jaws at bay. Alex fumbled with the single action leaver of the revolver cocking the gun then placed it in her wide open mouth and pulled the trigger. Pushing the body off him Alex went to his trunk and pulled out a tire iron with a sharpened point as well as a hammer driving the makeshift stake into her heart Alex collapsed against the wall out of breath amazed that he had just done what he had.
“Good bye Esmeralda.” He said finally as he stood up and lit a cigarette. Walking out of the ally and back to his car he needed to put as many citys and miles between him and the body before the police were called.
It was five years after that Hunt that Alex got wind of the man he had seen at his collage fallowing that rumor Alex packed his bags and headed north he had to find out why that man had done what he had, maybe it was a part of finding out who he was, or perhaps he wanted vengeance. Alex could not say for sure but somehow he knew he was closer now to that Man then he ever had been before.
(Making Character Sheet soon)