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[h1][color=black]Alex Johnson[/color][/h1][/center]
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"I know what you think, and your right! I should be the one dead, but I can't pay that debt. I owe another right now."

[center][h3]Who I am[/h3][/center]

[color=black]|| NAME ||[/color]
[indent] Alex Johnson [/indent]
[color=black]|| GENDER ||[/color]
[indent] Male [/indent]
[color=black]|| AGE ||[/color]
[indent] 28 [/indent]
[color=black]|| ROLE ||[/color]
[indent] Drunk Driver Returnee[/indent]
[color=black]|| SEXUALITY ||[/color]
[indent]Straight[/indent]
[color=black]|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||[/color]
[indent] Married. Expecting kid soon. [/indent]

[center][h3] What I'm Like[/h3][/center]
[color=black]|| POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||[/color]
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Honorable
Protective
Honest
Wise Beyond Years
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[color=black]|| NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||[/color]
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Angry
Guilt-filled
Pushes others
Stresses easily, and unwinds slowly
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[color=black]|| QUIRKS ||[/color]
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Has a chip on his shoulder, and a massive guilt complex. His wife is the only person that kind wind him down quickly. He also has a form of Claustrophobia, just replace irrational fear with extreme rage. Also walks with a limp.[/indent]
[color=black]|| HOBBIES ||[/color]
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Likes to collects knives of various shapes and sizes.
Likes long walks in the country.
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[center][h3]Who I'm With[/h3][/center]
[color=black]|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||[/color]
[indent]Parents-???. Born in the Orphanage.
Flo Johnson-Wife. Love of my life, and only friend.[/indent]
[color=black]|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||[/color]
[indent]Just some RV I rented. Just the essentials. And yes, the KNIVES ARE essential.[/indent]

[center][h3]Where I am[/h3][/center]
[color=black]|| BIOGRAPHY ||[/color]
[indent]Alex was born in 1988, and given up for adoption, without any knowledge of who his parents were. His life as an orphan was tough, because, as you know, kids are assholes, and bullying the weak was rampant within the orphanage he found himself in. This caused him to develop an aggressive personality that would cause potential parents to skip over him, which only further fueled his feelings of abandonment, which fed into his already aggressive personality. 

This came to a head in 2001, when he turned thirteen. He and a small gang of others decided to sneak out, and seek out an elderly person's house nearby. After breaking in, they absolutely destroyed the place, breaking every valuable, stealing every dollar, and drinking all the vintage wine out from the cellar in the basement. When the shocked senior came in to see his home destroyed, the teens assaulted him, and stole his keys to go out for a joyride. 

This ended in tragedy. the high speed collision between an innocent woman and a car filled with drunken delinquents left everyone dead, save for one, the 13 year old driver, Alex. After weeks in a coma and months of care, he was judged as an adult, and there he remained, til his 24th birthday. He was once again left to fend for himself, with the added stigma and guilt of being a drunk driver, and a murderer. 

A year free, he was all but destined to go to back in prison, until he met Flo, who managed to turn his life around with her special mix of tender and tough love. Life was finally good, and after 3 years of dating, found the prettiest church, got a ring put on her, and are expecting to have their kid anyday now. However, a tinge of guilt still was felt deep in his mind, and so, he went to Ashenvale, to finally apologize to the people he ruined the lives of, and to finally put closure to his past, so that he can start anew.[/indent]
[color=black]|| THEME SONG ||[/color]
[indent][url=https://youtu.be/AXLAT9nbQgI] Put Your Lights On-Santana/Everlast[/url]
[sub]Hey now, all you Sinners! Put your lights on, put your lights on.[/sub][/indent]
[color=black]|| NIGHTMARE ||[/color]
[indent]The things I come across are cruel, violent bruised things, dripping from head to toe in blood, and looking filled beyond capacity with the red stuff. When they see me, all the sound they make is a gurgled roar, and with blood gushing out of their mouths, rush me, with a myriad of sharp, menacing weapons, ranging from shivs and razors, to hammers, wrapped in razor wire.

 These things are not the monsters, though. I am. I feel a deep heat inside me, and it grows hotter and hotter. In order to keep cool, I must kill these Blood Sacks, and drink from them, the horrible taste of iron being the only thing to keep me from burning out of control. If I don't, then I erupt in flame, and turn into a horrible giant of raging flame and pain. When I become this, I'm the Monster, and no one is safe. Not even the Love of my Life.[/indent]
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