GENERAL
OOC Name: Alex or Jag
Other Characters: N/a
Name: Alexander Rogan
Gender: Male
Age: 28 years
Orientation: Heterosexual
Order: Frost
Rank: Lieutenant
Occupation: -
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: Punctual - Alex regards to time of someone's arrival to be a show of their character, and does not like making a fool of himself by showing up later than the time assigned. So, he makes sure to get there either early or right on the dot.
Calm - He has a naturally placid aura circulating about him, which is easily conveyed in the way he carries himself and his speech. He rarely gets worked up over anything and has a very laid-back kind of attitude. This sort of calming atmosphere he has tends to leak into others as well, especially if they are frantic or angry.
Polite - Alex is nothing less of a gentleman, even with the men. He always addresses others formally and never assigns nicknames, as well as tending to them while in his home or just simple things like, holding the door open or cleaning up after himself.
Patient - This does not only go for battle, Alex has massive amounts of nerve and tolerance that seemingly cannot be broken. Though he is not perfect and some things can get under his skin, he usually doesn't show it and prefers to put on a mask of indifference.
Quick-thinker - Despite his lax nature, Alex is capable of making lightning-fast decisions and acting on them. Though this can sometimes get him in trouble if he's on the spot and makes the wrong decision.
Organized - Not once will you ever catch Alex in a state of disarray. He always has everything lined out, planned, and ready to go. If something changes, he marks it down, fixes and or adapts to it, and moves right along. Everything in his home is placed with care and documented within the confines of his mind, memorizing the place and the position he leaves it in. Nothing he has ever owned has stayed lost for very long.
Loyal - Alex possesses the trait of "undying loyalty", where he'd much prefer to have someone kill him rather than have him betray his half of the country. His belief in Mraz is not above average, but he has pledged himself to the God and to the allegiance of the Frost, and he intends to keep his word.
Negative Traits: Superiority complex - Alex really thinks he's the "real deal", and though he doesn't like to flaunt it, he might give it away in the way he walks, talks, and acts. He really, truly, believes that he can do no wrong, and that it's everyone else around him that has the problem.
Close-minded - Once he has a set belief in something, it's final. His brick-wall conscious doesn't allow him to fully absorb any other opinion if it might counteract his own. If trying to be convinced of something he does not agree with, he will usually tune out the other person and recede into his mind for comfort.
Apathetic - In all reality, Alex does care about his country and the people that reside within it, though that's mostly because he is there as well. He can cross others and give them a bad impression of himself because of the careless things he might say or do. But, he does not come off as cold or indifferent, just... not interested in the affairs of others.
Vengeful - If you wrong Alex, you can sure as hell expect some sort of payback. Sometimes, depending on the severity of the prank/situation, the level of extremities he will go to can fluctuate. He is greatly bothered if he is not able to get back at whoever has wronged him, and will sometimes sit and contemplate how to do so for days.
Cynical - Alex is not an optimist and has a rather bleak outlook on the current situations Ysera is facing. He is extremely distrusting of others and guarded when it comes to personal issues. He hates allowing others to get under his skin, in fear that they will use the information he gives them to spite him.
Hides his feelings - Alex is about as emotional as a goldfish (And I don't mean the smiling snack either). He rarely goes past a chuckle or a subdued smile when conversing with others, but sometimes even those are forced. If angered it will most likely show at some point or another, but any other emotion is quickly bottled up if it surfaces along his visage.
Fears: The outcome of Ysera.
Being betrayed/hurt.
Quirks: Bites the skin around his nails.
Obsessively chain smokes.
Ideals: Trustworthiness.
Ability to follow-through.
Cunning.
Ability to Deceive.
Overall: Alexander is a calm, collected fellow on the outside, but on the inside he is nothing less of a hardened shell. Distrusting of others but polite and airy in his encounters, he always seems to be wearing a mask or some sort. No one knows where the true Alexander really lies or what he is capable of, always shrouded in a veil of mystery that keeps others from drawing too close.
APPEARANCE
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Bright green
Skin Color: Pale, but not deathly so.
Clothing: His attire consists of the usual furs of the north, a mottled gray wolf pelt being the main attraction over his torso (kind of like a poncho), along with a bear hide that he covers up with on colder days. His trousers are lined with fur as well, the smooth hide against his legs allowing for better insulation. He doesn't really care much about standing out, and can blend pretty well in a crowd.
He usually lets his hair do whatever it wants, but makes sure to keep it cropped nice and short, just enough to hang around his eyes if it's lucky.
Weapons: A broad sword for close-range combat.
A long bow for taking care of enemies at great distances.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 185 lbs
Overall: At a first glance, his height seems to be the only intimidating thing about him. Standing at 6'2", most of everyone has to look up to talk to him. He is of average build all over with decent muscle tone for a male that is visible if he were to ever remove his furs. He has a cool, even voice, not too high pitched or deep and gruff, and he mostly uses it to make others calm around him. He is a virtually unimposing figure and most don't even notice him in the midst of a crowd, unless they are looking over everyone's heads. Alexander carries a placid aura that can make even the most angry man calm down, even if it were just by a fraction, and this makes him easily approachable.
Picture: Alexander (Gaspard Ulliel)
HISTORY
Family: Fotios - Father
Chara - Mother
Miriam - Older sister [4 years apart]
Oliver - First Cousin [Adopted brother, sort of]
History: Alexander was the second child born to Fotios and Chara, their daughter Miriam being the first. To say the least, Alex and his sister had never been on good terms with one another, her being 4 years older, she always used her greater intelligence, strength, and size to take advantage of him while he was young. For years he was forced to put up with her and her jealousy of him, always doing things to spite him or make him look like a fool. For the longest time he loathed her and wanted nothing more than to teach her a lesson or have her leave, but, that dream didn't come true for a while.
It came as a surprise when his cousin, Oliver, lost his parents to disease and moved in with his Aunt and Uncle, who were more than willing to take in the poor, distraught boy. Due to his older status, Alex feared that Oliver and his sister would team up against him, but it actually turned out the other way around. Oliver and Alex grew close, his cousin defending him against his irritating sister and putting her in her place whenever she tried to torment her younger brother. Life seemed good after Oliver moved in, and for years Alex was happy and content with his older cousin around to talk to and hang out with.
But, all good things must come to an end.
His cousin had been training to become a warrior for the army of the Frost allegiance. Alex, and unfortunately Miriam, followed in his footsteps, that is, until his cousin abruptly left to go fight a battle against the Order of the Flame. Oliver never returned.
Saddened by this loss, Alex- at age 14- lost his will to fight for the country and decided he would be better off just working a simple job. Miriam, however, took it upon herself to continuously remind him of how disappointed his cousin would have been to see him in such a state, constantly reminding him that he was weak of mind, body, and spirit. This torment spurned a sort of determined goal to beat his sister to a pulp, and he once more began to train to become a warrior.
He and Miriam soon became rivals, constantly sparring with one another and taunting and picking at each other from the sidelines. When his sister turned 21 she decided to strike out on her own, but not before having one last fight with her brother. During this battle she revealed to him that she had always held a deep loathing for him and had wished him dead on many occasions; she even tried to kill him.
He managed to defeat her, leaving her with a nasty scar on her forearm to remember him by. She left abruptly afterward and he hasn't seen her since, though he senses that she will be back and attempt to finish what she started.
For the rest of his years he trained non-stop and ridiculously hard, working to achieve his new goal of getting a high rank within the Order of the Frost's military. He mostly does it to make up for the loss of his cousin, hoping to avenge him in a battle against the Order of the Flame. Though he always has a wary eye out for his cunning sister, convinced that she will return and try to kill him.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Alexander took a drag on his cigarette.
The tiny bulb of red-hot ash glowing at the tip was the only source of light in this dank atmosphere. The sun had set hours ago, the chilly breeze of the coming summer nicking at his cheeks and ears. He was glad he had his smoke to keep him warm, otherwise he'd probably be shivering like mad. Yes, his fur were warm and comforting, but they didn't protect him completely from the bite in the air. Damn winter, those losers over the border didn't know how good they had it. He sometimes wished he could wear light clothing outside of his home, but that seemed too far-fetched to even be considered a dream of his.
The north was a hard, unforgiving place, which led many to believe that only the strong could truly survive up here. Alexander wasn't too sure on that subject, but didn't altogether care either. He had walked by street vendors numerous times, shouting at the top of their lungs that the end of the war was imminent, the north was destined to win. "Our hearts are hardened by the cold, while theirs are burned by the passion in their blood! Passion does not win a war, least wise a battle!" he had cried. Alexander merely shook his head a bit, placing the sweet tobacco between his lips and taking another long inhale. One glimmering red eye peeked through the darkness for a moment, dimming to a crimson suddenly as a milky white smoke billowed through the soft night air.
No moon tonight.
The cold has nothing to do with it, neither does the way we live, or where we live.All he knew was, it was going to take much more than a cold heart to win this war, especially when ice was naturally more susceptible to fire. They had to be careful, or the burns they leave could be permanent.
