» Wed Oct 27, 2010 10:30 pm
Sent it to Jonas, and now it's here.
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Name: Alex Sykes
Nickname: Just Alex.
Age: 24
Race: Human, Caucasian.
Gender: Male
Hair color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Very light blue, resembling those of a husky (Although there almost always concealed by his aviators).
Skin Tone: Light tan.
Appearance: Alex is a slender guy, standing at about 6 feet tall. He's built athletically, although not bodybuilder-esque. His hair is straight and medium length, grown to about half way down his neck. His face is clear and clean shaven, with his facial features deeming him an attractive male. He has a small horizontal scar about an inch and a half beneath his right eye, that is about two centimeters long. On the front of his neck, Alex has a tattoo of an owl with it's wings spread, covering nearly the entire front of his neck.
Skills:
- Dexterity: Alex is very proficient and accurate with handguns. He'd been amused with them since he was a child. Such a small thing that can end one's life with a squeeze of the trigger. He'd used pistols as his primary weapons for nearly every journey he'd embark upon, and with each shot he became more and more skilled and precise. If you hand Alex an M9 and lead him into a battlefield, you're in for some high quality entertainment. That is, if you consider a bloody mess and brains splattered against the concrete, 'entertainment'.
-Agility: From the day Alex was old enough to run, that's about all he did. Running provided Alex with an adrenaline rush that could fuel his entire day. All day, he'd run, jump and dive across rooftops just to challenge himself. He found satisfaction like no other in free-running and parkour, and he did it nearly every day. To this day he still does, maybe more than ever. Having perfected this very useful skill, and turning it into a hobby, had definitely benefited Alex through his many journeys. This hobby is just one extra skill that gives Alex the upper hand on his opponents.
Clothing:
- A black and white plaid button-up flannel shirt, with the sleeves usually rolled halfway up his forearms. http://yfrog.com/17flannelblackwhitej
- A pair of black, faded skinny jeans. http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/9697/superslimfit.png
- A pair of grey, tattered Chuck Taylor's converse.
- A black band around his left wrist.
- A pair of Aviators. http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s-Ai1HXfg68/SPip7BZdJJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GgG2sIIalkg/s1600/800px-RayBanAviator.jpg
Weapons:
- Two M9 Berettas. http://xbradtc.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/m9-pistolet.jpg
- A crowbar.
Personality: Alex is a friendly guy, welcoming new friends with open arms, whilst still staying cautious of who he puts his trust in. He can rarely be taken seriously, as he's almost always joking around and trying to lighten the mood. Alex values friendship over most everything, and stays true to his word no matter the cost. He's definitely a good friend to have in any situation.
Bio: Alex was raised in the Capitol Wasteland by his father alone. His mother had left when he was very young, as she wasn't mature, sensible or responsible enough to care for a child. However, his father was a whole different story. His father, Mark, loved Alex more than anything in the world, and raised him as best as any other truly caring father would. As Alex grew older, his relationship with his father grew stronger. He and his father held a bond that couldn't be broken.
As soon as Alex was old enough to fight, he tagged along with father on every trip he took, and as Alex matured, the two were the best of friends, and had so much in common that they'd always have something to talk about on their journeys together. However, this all changed in one night.
Alex and his father had been trekking to a certain location to grab some equipment, when a high-pitched beeping subtly echoed through the nighttime air, followed by a horrifying explosion that tore Alex's father to pieces. Alex was left with a small scar beneath his right eye from the shrapnel of the explosion, and a mental scar that would never heal.
5 years later, Alex decided to leave the horrors of the Capitol Wastes behind, and hitched a ride on a boat to Manhattan. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.