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Name: Formerly Devon, now Aleksander Vitonoz

Age: Twenty-One. (21)

Bio: Life threw Devon a gigantic middle finger, even at birth. The child was seemingly abandoned on the darkened urban streets of New York, when the criminal underbelly squandered the streets, and where the scum of the earth festered in their own crap. He was lying there, in an alley, for a whole day...right behind that familiar old trashcan that stunk of rotten fish and molded bread. His health was deteriorating from the brisk coldness, and any hobo who found the baby did nothing but laugh psychotically at it with a pointed finger. The baby's emotions were haywire; it was hungry, cold, tired. Whilst laying in the gutters, the 2-day old baby was sobbing it's little heart out. There was absolutely no hope for it to survive. That is, until something happened. A hobo actually examined the noise, and to his drunken surprise, it was a hairless little snot! Wrapped in an extremely fluffy, and only slightly dirty quilt that would do a heavenly job of keeping the coldness away. 

He was found, not too long after, by the master of the criminal underbelly; ex-Spetznaz, and now full-time Russian mafia leader Vincent Vitonoz. No one knows why the powerful man, both physically, mentally, and politically, decided to adopt the child. It may be because the shred of humanity that he still had pulsed, or it may be because he was sterile, and couldn't bear a worthwhile heir. Regardless, the man took Devon into his mansion, naming the boy Aleksander, or Aleks for short, and teaching him the ways of a criminal; how to handle a knife, pistol, and garrote. The boy blossomed under the man's tutelage; both physically and mentally becoming the serrated steel blade that later on became his trademark. Years of infamy and murder came back to bite the twenty-one year old in the ass, however, when he was finally assassinated after being drugged and paralyzed...