*RolePlaying Character Background Thread*

[Alexander]

See? I kept saying I'd do this eventually, I'd do this eventually...and ya up and beat me to it! Ah well. I've been putting some thought into how I wanted to constuct my characters background- and I've still been a bit unsure on how I wanted certain parts to play out. But knowing my procrastinating self- if I don't do it now...god only knows when, huh? Bare with me here if a few things seem off. Some of this will be planned out- other parts pulled out of my ass. So it's subject to change. I'll try to condense it as much I can though. Because MAN it's a lot to type.

Alexander Decalion

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The Decalions. A name that could be heard around from miles, something of a catastrophe that could be heard from here to eternity. Throw a rock into a pond- the water will ripple. It will carry the intial message outwards to the most further parts of the pool. That was the effect this family had. Starting with the infamous Pent Decalion, a rather deranged figure that was hell bent upon bringing the world up in flames. No reason or sense, a mindless slaughter of all things seen unbefitting by him. A conquerer which tainted the blessed name from the start. Any town or village that was unfortunate enough to be on the path of the man would see it's final days. Rarely were there survivors from the wreckage, women and children were no exception. Until of course he met a humbled priestess he allowed to live- in a life of servitude to him. She would become his slave, a mere piece of property and nothing more. Though he would surely deny any feelings towards her, somewhere in the depths of his twisted mind she had reached through the corruption and managed to touch the smallest piece of his heart. It was through this odd relationship, she bore two children of his. Blaze Decalion, and Blade Decalion. Blade being the older by far- unfortunately seemed to take after his father. With both parents left to their own ambitions, it left the brothers in each other's care. For Blaze, that wasn't a good thing. Abuse and mental anguish were common place. The most of which- was the fated day their home was the one that caved into chaos. Blade indeed took very much after their father...and decided that his first target to be the place he grew up in. Blaze managed to run before the genocide commenced, he did however...return to save a particular person he'd grown fond of. Interestingly enough, the battered girlfriend of Blade...the only person to have shown him any kindness in those years. He found nothing but scarlet grounds and smokey skies in what once was a great city. Upon running to the manor he'd called home...he found three people outside it's gates. His brother, his father, and his mother. Swordsmanship was a famed skill and he was there to witness it being more then practiced. Pent and Blade were locked into a battle as the horrified woman was defenseless to do anything, looking onward and praying things turned out alright. Surprisingly enough, despite all the years of training Pent had on him, it only took one small mistake for the fatal blow to be stricken, one precise cut passing over his arm and carrying down towards his abdomen which nearly left him disemboweld. Once the opponent was downed, Blade wasted no time in decapitating the helpless man in front of the woman that had somehow grown to love him. Afterwhich, she was befittingly thrown to the ground- and killed with the very same sword. A cold and emotionless thrust through her heart. Upon noticing the younger brother watching- Blade continued on to beat him a final time, before throwing him down a well and leaving him for dead. Interestingly enough though, Blaze proceeded on to live a long life filled with children and a few wives. This is no where Alex's story begins. No, it was Blade that is his father. Born of Blade Decalion and Kara Hunter, another mismatched couple that formed a strange relationship of their own. Much like the way things had worked for Pent, but instead, Kara had become a willing and devoted slave to him. Alexander would be their first and only child.

Unfortunately for Alexander though, he'd never know his parents. Perhaps it would be a good thing for him. The familys legacy came with a very dark shadow that hung over it. Being known for all tragedies caused by the predecessors and Blade having picked up where his father had left off, it wasn't long before people struck back. Only through overwhelming numbers though, would the strike down the mighty warrior and his beloved. Such seemed to be the way of the family. The child however, certainly had great potential- and could easily be considered a spoil of war. After all, with all the powers that Decalions had wielded in the past, it was near certain that the child could have been used for a great weapon if trained properly. It was decided they would do as such, leaving everything else behind they took the child back to the lands from which they had come. There he was raised inside the castle along the King, not as a son or a relative, or even a friend...but as one might come to raise an unwelcome stray dog. Love and nuturing was not what they had planned for him, but rather to mold him into their ultimate weapon, one they could control for their own purposes. He grew up in that environment, and was rigorously trained in forms of combat, strategy, riding, anything that could further making him an asset to their army. In spare time, he still found himself turning to his own ambitions. To books of knowledge, and the simpleness of being outdoors. By the age of 12, he had already become a killer. Used as a tool in simple assassinations. By the age of 14, he was knighted. The youngest to ever be bestowed such an honor(normally). And finally, by the age of 17, he had already established himself, one of the highest ranking Generals.

His rise to fame and power would be cut short though, for the fated day he was ordered to kill a particular woman. She was left out on the couryard, shackled and in chains, simply waiting for her life to be cut short.Death had been a part of his life as far back as he could remember, she looked up to him as he swung his sword out above his head- ready to cleave her in two. She began to cry softly, small tears rolling down her cheeks before she turned her head back down and waiting for the blade to split her skull. The fatal hit never fell though. The look in her eyes burned deep into his soul. She was innocent. She had not commited a crime, she had not done anything wrong...he was given no reasons for the execution, but simply told to do it. Yet he couldn't bring himself to it. Something had snapped within him, broken free from the binds that kept his heart tied down from feeling anything. Instead, when his blade was swung...the blow connected with the chains that kept her in place, setting her free instead. She would never make it out alive though on her own, instead...he fled from the Kingdom with her off into the wilderness. They traveled for several days, some in silence, others filled with conversation. They were camped outside a near by town when the day fate started to turn it's hand back towards him. It was that day, under the stars, he made love to her well into the morning light. They drifted off into dreams once they'd stilled their passion...or at least he did. He awoke a few hours later, the sun just breaking over the horizion and feeling quite envigorated- though his rest had been interrupted by the sure sounds of people approaching. Instinctively he grabbed for his weapon, finding himself unarmed and still naked. The new guests appeared to be bandits of sorts, armed and marching towards him...with a familiar hostage. They'd taken her! Was his only thoughts, even if unarmed and out numbered...he charged down their ranks and broke in the nose of the first person he got in reach. Taking their weapon and proceeding to free her and toss her behind him, protecting her fiercely by the blade with ribbons of flesh piling onto the cold dark ground. As the final one fell to his blade... he leaned over in extreme exhaustion, but glad he had succeeded in protecting his new found love. He smiled, opening his mouth to speak to her...but his words became suddenly caught. He felt a sudden jab into his rib cage, a certain piercing feeling...a sharp pain that echoed through-out his entire being and forced him to cry with pain. He collapsed to his knees and looked over his shoulder. The eyes he saw were no longer innocent. They were his lovers...but they were filled with scorn and hatred. She gave a twist to the dagger she had embedded in his side and it torn away at the flesh- another howl of pain rewarded with her brutality. He collapsed onto his back, staring up at her blankly- protecting her had taken his energy away...and with that wound she had left him barely able to breath. The last thing he saw, was her hovering over him and raising the dagger high up into the air. His eyes shifted to the sky above him, the vivid orange and red sky set aflame with the breaking of a new day. It was beautiful. It was the first sunset he'd seen so clearly. His eyes closed as he whispered softly "sorry, Love."...before the dagger was plunged into chest- breaking through flesh and bone and piercing his heart. The rain began to fall from the skies in streams. That was the day, the heavens wept. That was the day, Alexander died.

Alexander opened his eyes again to look around at the new world around him. The place was bathed in a brilliant light and yet there was no light to be seen. It was not the kind of light the sun generates nor the flames that flicker. It was a light one felt and experienced instead of simply "seeing." It lifted one's spirits up higher and gave a feeling of utter contentment and safety. His vision no longer existed-for his mortality no longer existed, and yet he was able to experience everything with a keen awareness of all that was around him.

From this realm of holy light, came a soft notion. Was it man or woman? Such definitions and concepts could not encompass the being that "spoke" without saying a word. To Alex, it was let known that the threads of fate were not done spinning his web. He was presented the oppurtunity to be granted life once more. To breath once more. To live once again. Such things always came at a price though. He would become a servant to those who rekindled his extinguished flame. He would have to raise arms and carry on the wishes, to purify all that was dark and evil. To bring divine justice to a tarnished land. That, was all that was made known to him- and with it he wasted not a passing moment to agree.

Unknownst to him, pain and suffering would follow him as though he walked beneath a black star. For all things, must come to balance- and he would be the pawn to press the weight of the world down onto.

His eyes opened and he drew in a sharp breath of air. The sky above him was as blue as ever. He sat up and quickly darted a hand to his chest, feeling around for the fatal wound that had sent him into oblivion. It was not there. It was as if nothing had happened at all. He looked around him, only finding the gentle melody of a near by river and the soft breeze rolling against the blades of grass.
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::Yawns:: It's 5 AM and it's HARD to write at this hour. This isn't the end of my long tale- so I shall continue at another time and maybe touch up some of what I wrote before. God knows I probably made a bunch of mistakes and could do better anyway.