Name: Alexandros "Alex" Alexanrakis
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Reincarnation (If Applicable): Reincarnation of Ares
Chymos: Fire (Air to be added in the future)
Rank (Level of Proficiency): Archon
Faceclaim: Ken Bek

Personality:

Positive

Honorable
Loyal
Wild/Maverick
Empathetic


Negative

Hot Head
Oblivious
Brash
Arrogant


Background: [TW:Rape]

There was never a time in Alex's life where he didn't have to work for what he had. Despite being born into a fabulously wealthy family that owned what was nothing less than a titan in Grand Sparta's steel industry, it did not mean that he felt welcome in it. He was very unlike his brothers and sister, products of planned pedigree. He was a bastard-- the product of the violence between a criminal and his mother. He was born as the eldest, and to his mother's husband, a stain on their legacy.

The man who sired him was sentenced to prison, and despite the very painful experience, his mother never treated him any differently than she did her other children. In fact, because of the way that he was treated by his family, she would give to him extra love and care-- always making sure that Alexandros grew up knowing he felt loved by someone. His siblings were also very amicable and surprisingly normal in their relationship with him. All the household tension easily came from the relationship Alex had with the man he knew as his father.

He was always treated differently by him. At every turn, he was put down and put to work, earning the privileges that his brother and sisters took for granted. From the moment that he could understand words, they would be used as knives to hurt and isolate him. Alex had to adapt quickly and learned to be tough in the face of insults. In the end, it made him rebel early and more severely than any of his other siblings. It was when he became too much for his parents to handle that he was sent off to Bootcamp.

It was here that he learned to truly thrive, despite his then hatred of structure. He relished the experience so much in fact, that once he returned, he would set his sights on one thing: joining the military. It was strangely at this point that his relationship with his father changed. Though there was still a thick layer of tension, and certainly animosity from Alex, his father would encourage his passion whenever possible. It was in fact through his string-pulling that he was able to enroll in the most well known military academy in Grand Sparta, The Leonidas Military Academy. He was accepted two years earlier than every other applicant-- at the age of 16, where he studied and trained in tandem to high school. Every part of him assumed he only wanted to expedite his departure, but Alexandros did not waste the opportunity because of that. He would graduate the academy at the top of his class with a Degree in Defense and Strategic Studies right before his 19th birthday.

From this point, Alex rose in the ranks, quicker than any other officer before him. He would see combat and serve with distinction until he was transferred out from active combat right before his 25th birthday. He now serves in the civil branch of the military as a commander, fighting against the upheaval rising in Atlas City.

Player OOC Name: Balteus


RP Sample:

Alex slid hard against the wet concrete-- so much so that he slipped onto his right side. He kept going, unable to stop the momentum his feet caught themselves against the wall. Getting up, felt his leg bare and bloody, the material against his thigh completely obliterated by the friction. His fingers pressed against the wound, and while he hissed in reaction, he pressed further, until a shard of obsidian was pushed up through the flesh and fluid. Once he was able to grab at the head of it with his fingernails, he teased it upwards before pulling out the whole piece. It was only one shard, but it was the only one that really damn hurt.

The man approaching him simply held his ground, gripping at his obsidian tipped spear. "No suit, no plan, no backup? You're the dumbest fucking cop I've ever seen!"


He narrowed his eyes at this man. It was his fault for not coming prepared. So much of the time, the police were known to follow the onset of tragedy-- never arriving on time. Alex wouldn't allow himself to be one of those cops-- the ones that threw their hands in the air as easily as they would turn their backs on those suffering. It wasn't right, so he would jump into action readily...just not ready for action. Still, he brought his swords and so he would pull them out. Flames flared from the steel, burning bright enough that the swords tinged with warmth in their color.

The heavy rain put him at quite the disadvantage-- his flames couldn't burn as hot, but it did create thick, heavy steam and smoke that clung to the air and seeped into every crevice it could. It wasn't long until neither could see the other. It was at this moment that the fire would die out from the metal, and he would run without a moment's hesitation right at the other.

The man opposing him opened his stance and maneuvered his spear, point facing forward, ready to impale him. He was no fool-- he could hear the footsteps that splashed against the rain. What kind of fool was he to just run at him like this? It was almost as though he had a deathwish! It was then that a loud woosh rang in the air and a clang behind him.

Turning around in confusion gave Alex the opportunity he needed. With a throw of his first blade and with a clean swipe of the other, it would all be over.

It was this excursion and more importantly, the clash that landed him in a room with three men: the Chief of Atlas City Police, a General, and his old superior Captain Septimus. Sitting before them, he quietly watched them read documents, riffling through his hastily written report, and other papers wrinkled from moisture and lack of care.

"Why would you do something like this?" The chief raised up the paper, red-faced and vein protruding from his neck. It was apparent that it took everything he had to not explode into a tirade. "We spoke to Captain Septimus, and while your behavior may have been fine in the military, this shit is unacceptable in the civil branch! Going alone without the proper equipment...using deadly force without permission...no unit reinforcements! No one even knew you had gone alone!"

When Alex's gaze wandered towards the captain, it snapped back into place when the General cleared his throat. He looked at him in the eye directly. "Commander Alexandrakis, it is only because of your distinguished service that this meeting is to reprimand your approach on this mission. That and the fact that you did take down the right guy. However, you know your rank and your position. There are people under your command that rely on clear-headed decisions to complete their objectives."

"I understand." Alex lowered his head.

"You're young...but you're not the youngest to ever be at this station. Treat your job with dignity. This isn't about saving the day. It's about keeping Atlas safe."

"Atlas was saved. By saving the day, I kept it safe."

"That may be so, but that's only because you got lucky. Alexandrakis, we can't keep having these meetings every time you decide to play hero. I'm not asking you to stop, I'm telling you to do your job right. I get that your methods worked out when it was just you and your squadron in the mountains, but you need to get your head on straight. This is a whole different game, and you need to play it just like the rest of us. If not, you'll find yourself in a tribune with men much angrier than us. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, then we have an understanding. You're dismissed."