Active Aleksandr

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Blessed Profile

“To live is to risk it all.”

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Full Name: Aleksandr
Commonly Goes By: Alek, Aleks, Blondie, Jaxite
Age: Twenty-eight
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Social Status: Blessed squire

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Height: 6’0” (182cm)
Weight: 170lbs (77kg)
Body Build: Physically fit, and somewhat toned
Shape of Face: Diamond
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Eye Color: Golden
Hair Color: Dark blonde, with the tips of his hair growing dark, akin to flames.
Distinguishing Features: A smile that never seems to cease, and golden eyes.
Scars: His torso and arms are littered with small scars,
a large, two-clawed scar rests on his abdomen,
wrapping around his side to his back,
and a large, diagonal scar crosses his chest, starting at his right breast.
Tattoos: The head of a bear tattooed onto the side of his head.
It was since covered up by Alek's long hair.
Accessories: Silver studded earrings on both ears.​

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As Alek, he’s the life of the party, a charismatic, flirtatious, talkative, affable, and joyous person who never seems to stop talking… or smiling. With his faith in Jax spurring him to become one of his blessed, he now marches to the beat of his own drum. Truly ambitious, Alek seeks the thrills in life, or anything that’ll give him a rush; he loves adventure and wonder, and hates standing still. Simple-minded, carefree, optimistic, and loyal are few of many words to describe the previously quiet man who was stone-like in his features. With it as well, comes a love for all things sleight-of-hand and gambling. His penultimate goal, however- free himself from the shackles of normality, and become the most free person alive.

“I just want to smile again…”

After a long term of despondency, Alek was unable to smile- since releasing the… niceties of what life has to offer, he now offers a smile nearly all the time. When he’s angry, ecstatic, depressed, upset- one couldn’t tell if they were looking at his lips alone. He laughs uncontrollably often, leaving awkward situations for him, whether the situation be good… or bad.

Following a period of silent melancholy, Alek is back to his normal self- if one could call it that. A bit bored of his surroundings, he tries to find stuff to keep himself entertained, meeting new people, connecting with old friends, fighting- anything that can get his mind and his heart racing. Currently, he is taking 'looking for the thrills in life' to a whole new level. Now that he was blessed by the air, the feeling is more radical than before.

After a return home for a period of time, Alek's allowed himself to grow a bit; not only figuratively, but literally. The silent melancholy returns, but this time- he's unsure if it'll go away. He isn't upset, or sad, just lost in thought. His smile doesn't seem to fade either, he still seeks the thrills in life, nor has his personality changed, he's simply mellowed out in comparison to his happy-go-lucky self prior.

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Favorites:
The color purple, any kind of meat,
anything sweet, rum, money.

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Least Favorites:
The color brown, fruits and vegetables,
plain water, wine, most aquatic animals, specifically fish.​

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Strengths:
Good sense of humor, physical strength and conditioning,
deceptive, charming, artistic.

Weaknesses:
Stubbornness, the inability to properly express how he’s feeling,
willingness to risk it all, somewhat apathetic.​

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“No matter how hard or how impossible it is, never lose sight of your goal.”

[+] Working on
[-] Failed
[☆] Completed

The Lofty:
[+] Become the most free person in the world. "This'll be a bit harder than I thought.."
[+] Further pursue Jax and his teachings. "Gamblin', drinkin' and practically doin' whatever the hell I want sounds a little.. too good to be true.."
The Obtainable:
[+] Find hobbies he enjoys outside of drinking and fighting. "I don't know what to try.. I'll do anythin' though."
[+] Find something fun to do. "Maybe soon."
[+] Romance. "I'll get it done."
The Failed:
[-] R̶u̶n̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶n̶e̶w̶f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶b̶u̶s̶i̶n̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶w̶e̶l̶l̶.̶ "Er- that didn't last very long.."

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Combat: From swords, to polearms, to intoxicated brawls at taverns and parties, Alek is a man of many talents. As a squire and man of the military, he has ample training and practice with polearms; but the drunken fighting definitely has.. less eloquent reasoning behind his strength.

Physical Prowess: Alek is a skilled hunter and gatherer from his days living in the harsh areas of Sangria, further accentuated by practice. He trains a lot, so that he can put his money where his mouth is, and hunts for sport, enjoying the thrill of the hunt.. without being mauled by a Wendigo.. He's been through it- all sorts of pain, drugs, drinks, etc., so he's definitely no slouch when it comes to tolerance.

Saccharine Tongue: A self-proclaimed flirt, eloquence used to go over Aleksandr's head. Now, he finds thrill in seeing the reaction of those he flirts with; it's rather fun to mess with people, after all. With guile, his never-ending poker face helps him in situations; particularly lying through his teeth, and pulling a fast one on folks.

Artist: Surpringinsly, Alek is no stranger to the arts, having taught himself a little bit about instruments. The interest in the arts stemmed from an old friend, who happened to be a bard. He enjoys writing poems (much to his embarrassment), drawing, playing instruments, and as of recently, doing tattoos. Although his shop closed down when he went on his sabbatical, he hopes he can one day pick the hobby up once more.

Airblessed: A Spirit of the Air has taken a liking to Alek's personality and general lifestyle. It decided to possess him, and he now lives with it in his person. He is less likely to be pushed over by winds, and is now more flexible and agile. Also, Alek is able to drift towards the ground from a =<10 meter fall, and can make small items float in place.



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Refined Steel Cutlass: Alek's very first weapon after coming to Storm's Landing. He received it from a bet with Kharn, the latter giving it to him after he won. It's an older cutlass which blade is 28" long, and curved. The blade itself normally is sheathed on Alek's waist, that of which he normally has on his person.

Glimmersteel Poleaxe: The weapon of choice for Alek when it comes to one-on-one combat, and the weapon he has the most training with. The poleaxe was made for him by Malark, and has an axehead with a spike on the other side. The pole itself is as long as Alek. Engraved into the steel in common is "It was the Fool who ate the Merchant." A less common weapon for Alek to tote around, however.

Rondel Dagger: A straight-bladed dagger made from Glimmersteel that Alek received from Amund after requesting it from the man. There is a guard to protect his hand from the edged blade, and the hilt is made from Irrut. It's something he keeps on his person at all times, just in case of an emergency. Be it stabbing, skinny, or elsewise, this blade has served him well thus far.

Big Basher: A gift to Alek from a friend. A one-handed spiked mace made from Glimmersteel with a fine leather grip that does exactly as the name suggests. It hasn't been used before, but when he does... well, Alek almost pities who or what he uses it on.

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Refined Steel Plate Cuirass: Unless it's an event, or armor is explicitly not allowed, it is uncommon to see Alek out of his armor. The cuirass itself was made by Ventare, suited to Alek's prior stockier build- leaving it a little loose, but he makes it work. He leaves it unpolished, and on the inside is engraved "Good life. Good death." Slowly, he grows out of his dependence of his armor.

Sangrian Gambeson: Sporting the Sangrian colors, the gambeson accentuates with protection of his body alongside his plate cuirass. Coated on the inside is a layer of wool which works as an insulator to keep Alek nice and warm.

Sangrian Closed Helm: After a serious head injury, it was more than rare to see Alek without his helmet- a deep rooted fear to take it off, growing more comfortable with it off. It's a closed helm that has served more than well to protect his head, although he was unsure who made it- it was just given to him.

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Ring of Jax: A ring given to Alek by Jax at Cymic's crowning as exalt. It is a ring of gold with a large diamond in the center. If lifted to the ear, sounds of merriment and moving coins can be faintly heard. On the inside, the anchor sign on Jax.

Anchor's Guidance: A holy symbol given to Alek by Frost in exchange for a favor the man owed her. The request was to help her hunt effigies, and not one to deny a favor, he agreed. The pendant is a platinum round medallion depicting an anchor that has a sapphire imbedded in it. In the bottom is engraved: "Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained."

《 ❖ Trusted ❖ 》​

♤ Name: Cymic Seymour Cymic_	♤ Interest: 90%	♤ After not seeing the man in what seems to be years, it seems he didn't even have the slightest chip on his shoulder- it was interesting; nonetheless, it's good to know that the two still in fact share a bond. Even more than as a knight, Alek wishes to follow Cymic in the path of Jax. As his better in more way than one- surely he can ask him for some guidance; he has been rather busy lately, seems his whimsical ways have been obscured by responsibility... a Jaxite's worst nightmare...
♤ Name: Boetius Forehorn TheDuples	♤ Interest: 86%	♤ As uncanny and as boisterous as usual- it wasn't exactly a heartfelt reunion between knight and squire, but it was certainly nice to see him again.
♤ Name: Isabelle Ruu Darling	♤ Interest: 85%	♤ Alek finds Isabelle one of the people he would rather be around as of late. He enjoys her personality and she has a similar mentality as him when it comes to having fun, and fighting boredom. As of late, he's conflicting with himself on how he feels about the woman; with such a history behind her, he feels.. strangely inadequate.

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♤ Name: Haefer Samiwashere

♤ Interest: 20%

♤ Her "true colors" have been revealed to Alek- and his to her, admiring her from afar at one point then evolved into their relationship blooming at an inappropriate time, and at that- makes Alek a bit disappointed that it at one point was meant to be- but never managed to be as such.

《 ❖ Neutral ❖ 》​

♤ Name: Melarue Lydril Elz	♤ Interest: 60%	♤ Returning from his sabbatical, the two had an interesting and tame conversation. He too has not seen her since the apex of the drama regarding her, but she has seemed to.. mellow out. She still owes him dinner, though.
♤ Name: Amund Luam	♤ Interest: 52%	♤ Resident bodyguard of the Belmont manor, and a living corpse. Alek is appreciative of his craft and as a fellow warrior, they share similar sentiments; Alek finds himself interested with the man.
♤ Name: Temperance Manakamana	♤ Interest: 50%	♤ One of the many Moor Elves that has recently sparked interest in Alek. Although the two have only met twice before, both times he's seemingly enjoyed her company, he wishes to see her more.
♤ Name: Theodosius Hostilius Herennius Blorbis83	♤ Interest: 45%	♤ He seems like good folk, and seems to know Cymic- then again.. who doesn't? Regardless, he offered Alek a job, which was appreciated. He is the Basileos of Astrakhan, which will prove to be useful. What's wrong with wanting friends in high places?
♤ Name: Velmont Jase	♤ Interest: 40%	♤ The Moor of many names. An interesting man, to say the very least. He's unsure if he hates the Gods, or wants just wants people to get cursed. Either way, the man holds Alek's interest, solely because he's so unpredictable. Either way.. he's surprisingly good company..
♤ Name: Asero Crow Electric	♤ Interest: 39%	♤ Resident flirt, mage, and councilman of Storm's Landing. The two haven't shared any drinks together, or anything like that, but to Alek, he seems like the reliable type, surely he'll prove his suspicions correct.
♤ Name: Eibisch Belmont Passencore	♤ Interest: 31%	♤ Younger brother of Isabelle, fiercely protective of his sisters, which Alek can respect. It's fun messing with the man for Alek, which is what caused their initial conflict at the Storm's Landing ball.
♤ Name: Matthias Von Ivanov Sergeant Freedom	♤ Interest: 30%	♤ Alek's beginning to think that there's one to many flirts in Altera. Prodigal son of the leader of the Inquisition. They weren't always related- uh, were they? Alek has heard more about Matt speaking of his own feats than he has actually seen from the man, and actions speak louder than words. Although he can't help but find himself grossly entertained in the drama he finds himself in.
♤ Name: Reinhard von Strussen Blud LuxTop	♤ Interest: 25%	♤ Unsure of what to think of the man outside of his gaudy disposition, Alek's only heard negative things about the man, not that it's a bad thing- it's not as if he himself is a paragon of justice. He is willing to pay for Alek's services, so who is he to decline such a generous offer?
♤ Name: Eirlys hayhaiya	♤ Interest: 20%	♤ The lamenting that the Silver Elf offered to the man went away as fast as it came, with nothing to serve to Alek but some cheap banter, Alek finds himself preferring drinking alone than with Eirlys. The empty stool to his side proves to be more interesting than she is.
♤ Name: Sydri LordMomOfRussia	♤ Interest: 5%	♤ The woman to respark Alek's hypocritical hatred towards Vyres. Whatever interest Alek had in the woman prior is simply gone. Although, based on what he's been told, is she really to blame for her affliction- and is Alek right in his reasoning for his upset? Maybe not, but he sure thinks so.
♤ Name: Ayda The Cinnaroll	♤ Interest: 0%	♤Alek is just going to pretend that the two have never met before. That seems like the best possible scenario at this point.
♤ Name: Dayton Erarh Pandora12Q	♤ Interest: ???%	♤ A previous grudge turned morbid curiosity. Alek could have sworn he heard that Dayton is gone. He hasn't seen the man, so it's not as if he can confirm or deny it.
♤ Name: Branko Callas Kostadim	♤ Interest: ???%	♤ Alek really doesn't care that much anymore. Branko Callas- the talk of the town; in a negative aspect, of course. Alek fails to see why he should still hold a grudge against the man- he's pissed off everyone in the Realm at least once. Alek does find himself curious over his exploits occasionally.

 

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A vignette.

Sat upon a snowy hill, a boy, and his father. "Father." the boy queried, looking to his father.
"Yes, my son?" the father replied, returning the gaze of his child.
"What does it mean to be happy?"
The man stroked his gruff beard, although the answer came to him in a brief moment.
"To be free."​

Aleksandr lived a simple life, one that many would dare envy. During the day, he would scavenge and hunt for both food, and for sport, and by night, he would carve and craft, then turn in for the night. Things were boring, yet- they were easy. His parents had left him to live on his own, as their parents did before them. Akin to that of a wild beast, Aleksandr's goal in life was to hunt, find a spouse, and then proliferate. Once he had a family, he would teach them the ways his parents did, and then leave his child behind, much like a bear. He craved something in life, yet he could not envision what he wanted, the only thing he knew was the ways of his family, and he was meant to be content with it. The winters in Sangria were mercilessly cold and dreary, and one fateful day, his bear-like lifestyle would come to an ironic end. His normal schedule was going according to how it was for the past three years, that is, until the man made a deadly mistake. Accidentally leaving meat to cure while he was out scavenging, Aleksandr returned to a home infested with bears; having claimed the home for themselves, there was naught Aleksandr could do but hold his ground. Unsheathing his waraxe, he realized that fighting against multiple bears, let alone just one was beyond his reach. There was little choice he could do but run, and so he did. He ran, and ran, until the ground he was on was no longer solid. Down a small cliff, he tumbled, falling into the snow, and breaking his fall. He quickly put a hand to his hip- he was missing something. Aleksandr fervently searched around for his weapon, managing to find the print that the weapon had made from the tumble. The falling snow quickly covered any trace of Aleksandr as he continued to walk, and walk, and walk, and w a l k...

A tricorn clad man turned to look over his shoulder at the new arrival, taking a glass to his lips and drinking. The Kraken's Den. Aleksandr stood in the entryway, looking around at the unfamiliar scenery. Patrons shoved past him as the broad man blocked a majority of the doorway. Snapping back to reality, Aleksandr looked to the man in the tricorn, and found a seat next to him. The man introduced himself, his name was Kharn, the captain of a mighty ship, and a well-known figure to nearly anyone you ask. Covered in tattered clothes, the sailor graciously gifted Alek a cutlass, a sum of radiants that he would use to get himself on his feet, and information on the king of his homeland, Konung Cymic Seymour, The Ignoble. Arriving in the capital of his homeland, Halbed, Aleksandr felt comfort in the familiarity of the cold. He walked from the docks into the city, the warm lights welcoming him to the city of sin. Prostitutes, gamblers, and drunkards littered the streets of the Kingdom. Unfamiliar once more, Alek put his guard up, and walked towards the tavern on stilts. In it, a man with golden hair, and an interesting.. air about him. A conversation sprouted between the two men, and the man introduced himself as Konung Cymic Seymour, The Ignoble. Finally- Aleksandr had found the man he was looking for. He explained his situation to Cymic, and the man seemed to have a fondness for Aleksandr's simple nature. Offering the man a job, he only had one stipulation. Cymic retrieved a bottle of golden rum, Kraken's Piss. Only if he put the bottom of the bottle up, and managed to drink it all, could he join Halbed as a man of the military. With his doubts behind him, Aleksandr put the bottle to his lips as he continued to chug, and chug, and chug, and c h u g...

"Ow!" A purple gambeson clad man cried as his nose was struck with a headbutt. He fell backwards and adjusted his nose back into place as it dribbled with blood. Aleksandr took his handkerchief and stopped the bleeding, his opponent gave him a hand back up as he stood, the two picking up their polearms as they shared a handshake. A jolly, armored Caparii man watched the duel with interest, as did the stoic Moor Elf, and the young, redheaded sailor. Unfortunately, the squire was no match for his Konung, and the spar they conducted ending in a victory for Cymic. Aleksandr had found his place in Halbed. Allies by his side, something he wanted to protect- he had finally found a group of people that he could call his friends. His simple life grew into something grand, with many adventures to come, many people to meet, and many things to see and do. Unfortunately, this story did not end in a joyous way, nor would his grandiose lifestyle remain the way it does. Beasts and creatures alike Aleksandr faced in battle as he continued to fight, and fight, and fight, and f i g h t...

A dress clad woman with deep, dark sclera, and two twisted horns planted a kiss on the man's lips during her turn of 'spin the bottle.' Aleksandr found himself at a house party, playing an odd game. After the party was over, Aleksandr considered what had led up to this. There were.. demons that infected the land, cursing items for the unfortunate to run into and making deals with those lusting for power, wealth, or their own ambitions. One of these possessed would prove to be his foil. With striking white hair, and two curved horns to match, this woman struck down a man in the tavern with her archery, the man falling.. and taking the rest of the tavern with him. A gaseous poison spread throughout the building, and those in its grasp suffered nightmares, Aleksandr struggling through the mental anguish made his way out of the tavern with the man in tow, holding onto the man as if it were life, or death. Pursing him, the woman's bodyguard- and one considered to be antagonistic. The fresh smell of blood combined with the gaseous poison caused the bodyguard to go into a frenzy, attacking Aleksandr- and beating the man over the head. Concussed, and confused, Aleksandr could hardly talk, let alone move his body. After some assistance, Aleksandr was rendered fine.. physically. His mental state was in anguish, the man's psyche in shambles. He was afraid. He was suffering. Aleksandr became cold and aloof to those he considered his friends, pushing them away. They were no help, anyway; or so he thought. After misfortunate event after misfortunate event, Aleksandr suffered trauma that he could not suppress, his lips eternally curled downwards into a frown. All he wanted was to feel joy once more, to feel anything but pain and anguish. At the climax of the crisis between man and demon.. Aleksandr left, attempting to find something for himself that could help him smile once more, eventually finding religion. Looking to the only Divine being he could think of, Aleksandr spent ages in the churches of Jax, as he continued to pray, and pray, and pray, and p r a y...

A finely tailored suit clad man with fiery golden hair, glossy, golden eyes, and a broad smile adjusted his tie as he looked around the tavern. Alek found himself back in Storm's Landing after a sabbatical to find himself, the man changing severely, a complete reversion from how he was before. The depressing, quiet, and stoic Aleksandr found himself a new persona, under the name Alek. He was the same man, except... better. Finding his way once more after isolating himself for years, Alek could do little else but continue to smile, and smile, and smile, and s m i l e...

 

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Name: Aleksandr.
Commonly Goes By: Alek, Aleks Snake
"My name is Aleksandr."
Age: Twenty-eight
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
It doesn't matter.
Social Status: Blessed squire
Hopeless vagabond ​

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Height: 6’0” (182cm)
Weight: 170lbs (77kg)
Body Build: Physically fit, and somewhat toned
Shape of Face: Diamond
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Eye Color: Golden
Hair Color: Dark blonde, with the tips of his hair growing dark, akin to flames.
Distinguishing Features: A smile that never seems to cease
A prison of my own design- forced to feel what I'm not.
Scars: His torso and arms are littered with small scars,
a large, two-clawed scar rests on his abdomen,
wrapping around his side to his back,
and a large, diagonal scar crosses his chest, starting at his right breast.
Memories of combat- and memories of suffering.
Tattoos: The head of a bear tattooed onto the side of his head.
It was since covered up by Alek's long hair.
Scars which will never be removed.
Accessories: Silver studded earrings on both ears.

"A change of appearance does not change the man- you were foolish to think that.."

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As Aleksandr, he is but a shell of who is known as "Alek." Alek and Aleksandr are the same person, neither 'personality' trumps the other. Aleksandr poses an eccentric face in Alek, but it is still Aleksandr. He still seeks thrills, he still wants to be happy, and he still wants to be entertained. But there are two sides to every coin.
Aleksandr likes spending time alone hunting, and creating art. He enjoys fighting to inflict pain on others. He is a quiet, irritable, reticent, hostile, and upsetting person who never seems to talk to others. He goes at his own pace, with few stopping his emotionless passion. Truly ambitious, Aleksandr still seeks the thrills in life, or anything that’ll give him a rush. Shrewd, careful, pessimistic, and sociopathic are few of many words to describe the quiet man who is stone-like in his features. His penultimate goal, however- free himself from the shackles of normality, and become the most free person alive.

"I want to smile no longer!"

Through a myriad of traumatic injuries and trials, Aleksandr has changed. He was once content with his life in Sangria, living day to day in the snowy city of sin. But after living, he took a turn for the worse. He enjoys combat, gambling and drinking- all to take the edge off, the excitement brought from these activities a distraction from his cruel reality. He has developed fears of the dark, and of being alone- and constantly seeks companionship. They will lead him from himself, they can help. Aleksandr's and Alek's personalities bleed together on occasion, but Alek must remain vigilant- and watch his tongue for the sake of his lifestyle. What he thinks, and what he does will impact not only how people see him, but how he sees himself.



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Cloak of the Abyss: Designed with the depths of the sea in mind, this pitch-black cloak made from Darkthread poses as a useful item to have if Aleksandr wants to sneak around.
It is finely tailored for Aleksandr's person.

Mask of Infamy: A crudely made mask made from iron that Aleksandr made himself. It's shoddy, but it gets the job done. Designed onto it, is a frowning face akin to that of the Muse of Tradgey's mask, a stark contrast to Aleksandr's permanent smile.

《 ❖ THOSE WHO ARE CLOSE ❖ 》​

♤ Name: Cymic Seymour​	♤ "Where were you when I needed you?!"​
♤ Name: Boetius Forehorn​	♤ "You're hardly a mentor any longer."​
♤ Name: Isabelle Belmont	♤ "It's about time I stopped being lily-livered."

《 ❖ THOSE WHO ARE AQUAINTED ❖ 》​

♤ Name: Haefer​

♤ "I guess it was never meant to be. Sorry for not reaching out, Haefy Baby."​

《 ❖ THOSE WHO ARE ????❖ 》​

♤ Name: Melarue Lydril​	♤ "I will never forgive you for what you have caused me."​
♤ Name: Amund​	♤ "The freakiest in a house full of freaks- what's your angle?"​
♤ Name: Temperance​	♤ "A means to an end, don't get too attached- for your sake."​
♤ Name: Theodosius Hostilius Herennius ​	♤ "A soft leader, I imagine his people are just as stupid."​
♤ Name: V	♤ "The creepiest bastards are the ones where I can't tell what they'll do next."
♤ Name: Asero Crow	♤ "There are far too many womanizers in this world."
♤ Name: Eibisch Belmont	♤ "Frankly put, an annoyance."
♤ Name: Matthias Von Ivanov	♤ "Twat."
♤ Name: Reinhard Von Strussen Blud	♤ "You talk far too much, it's as if you're doing an evil speech and WANT people to call you a villain."
♤ Name: Eirlys	♤ "Honestly, never mind."
♤ Name: Sydri	♤ "For a rage as pure as my own to humble itself, only to be discarded immediately is no less than a declaration of war. Despite your prior curing, you choose to live on, despite your pain. I consider myself hypocritical, but perhaps you best me in that regard."
♤ Name: Ayda
♤ Name: Dayton Erarh	♤ "You leave the term 'Theodran' a bad taste in my mouth."
♤ Name: Branko Callas	♤ "A shithead through and through. Those who don't hate him he's made his bitch."

 

[joshun]

Wow, edgy. Major update? (I'd recommend dark mode for it.)

 

[joshun]

I felt like updating the sheet.
Updated: Relations, goals, and equipment for "Aleksandr."

 

[The Cinnaroll]

Ooo. Hi there!

 

[Passencore]

"Frankly put, an annoyance."
he's not wrong

 

[Manakamana]

Tempppyyyyyy

 

[The Cinnaroll]

Eeey. We made it to another one.

 

[joshun]

Update! Added a little flavor between the two 'profiles,' as well as doing some relationship updates.
If you’re in relations you’re legally obligated to give me a like, I don’t make the rules, sorry.

 

[joshun]

Alek: Start of his career style..