Name: Alexander Williams
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, usually tied back; dark blue eyes; a scar stretches down from his shoulder all the way to the back of his hand and covers his right cheek, a result of getting struck by lightning a few years ago; has a scar slanting diagonally over his left eye from the last fight he was in
Personality: Alex tends to be quiet and distant. He'd rather be by himself than with a group, unless it's necessary. If he's in a group, he'd do anything to protect it, even if it involves hurting another person.
Clothing Description: Usually wears t-shirts or sleeveless shirts, showing the scar on his right arm, not a testament to his strength, but a reminder never to go back to his previous ways. Other than that, he wears loose jeans and sneakers
Inventory (what he/she's carrying in a pack): Motion-rechargeable flashlight, canteen, dried food, and a grenade...in case he's backed into a corner
Weapons:
History: Growing up, Alexander was a trouble-maker: constantly harassing his teachers, picking fights, and the like (although, he never drank, did drugs, or smoked; he had a thing about that). The reason he always acted up was because of a childish jealousy he had toward his older brother. In Alex's eyes, everything his brother did was right while he made all of the mistakes. The fact that his mom died giving birth to him didn't help matters, either.
Once, when he was 19, he got into a fight with a man significantly more skilled than he was and practically got beaten into the ground. As he looked up into the sky, fighting to stay conscious, the man bent over into his field of vision, his nose within an inch of Alex's. As he looked into the man's eyes, he didn't see any anger or disgust. Instead, he saw pity. After a few seconds, the man said, "You can fight all you want, but remember what I just showed you: there will always be someone better and they may not be as merciful as I am." With that, the man stood up and left, leaving Alex on his back, staring up at the sky as he finally lost consciousness.
About a week later, he went back to where he fought the man, which was an empty lot on the very edge of the city limits. Feeling something hit his shoulder, he looked up and saw the dark clouds, heralding a storm. As he started trudging back home on the edge of the road, the downpour intensified, lightning flickering in the sky. Suddenly, he felt all the hairs on his body lift. A split second later, the world disappeared as a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed right on him. As he lay there, oblivious to the frantic passersby and the wailing sirens, he had an epiphany. He hasn't shared it with anyone, not even after the outbreak, but somehow, it led him to change his ways.
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Originally Posted by FuriePhoenix
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