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"Frak off... I'm not in the best mood." -- Alexander to a Homophobe
"Oh honey... This taste so much better then my food." -- Alexander's Mother[/center]


Name: Alexander "Lex" Travis Hidler
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Sexual orientation: Homosexual

Allergies: Peanuts and Coconut
Scars/Tattoos: Smaller scar on top of head from older brother and a baseball bat. Appendix Scar. Burn mark on left shoulder. A Spade and a Diamond on each palm. Symbols for his family's love of card games.
Old Injuries: Left shoulder from burn makes the use of the left arm harder.
Height/Weight: Five foot Nine Inches / 165-lbs and dropping.
Health Conditions: Mentally not fully sound. Blames himself for the lose of his family especially his younger sister. Physically, all good to go just don't ask him to use his left arm too much.

Skills: Skimming by on life Alexander never really thought much of his skills. He can cook a mean pasta to a small sandwich on an open fire. Just don't ask him to touch the peanuts or the peanut butter. Decent memory.

Hobbies: Writing. Drawing. Cooking. An Avid Listener. 

Fears: Being the last one alive, being left in the dark and his biggest fear uncontrolled fires.

Strengths: His mother always said his biggest strength was also his biggest weakness. He helps when you should continue walking away and leaving people behind. Caring. Has been cooking for so long, his food no matter how bland taste better.

Weaknesses: Gives off a cold front to keep people from seeing who he really is. Isn't out to anyone save for his family and his ex-fiance. Blames himself for all the wrongs, even when it had nothing to do with him.

Personality:

Alexander from a young age has been cold to outsiders. He keeps to himself and tries to not let people in but when he does, will go to great lengths to keep them happy, healthy and fed. No one left his old apartment without at least a snack. Sometimes called Dad by his old friends, due to his overbearing manner in other's personal matters. Has always listened more then speaks and keeps tabs on people and how they interact. Not a major player in politics unless it affects those who mean something to him.

Biography:

Being a cook was always a favorite past time for Lex. Since he was younger he enjoyed helping his mother and his grandmother cook the big meals for the Major Holidays. That never changed as he got older and his relationship with his father was strained to the point of fists being thrown and Lex being kicked out of his house with no more then the clothes on his back. His mother had not taken a side but she might as well have when she didn't even call to warn him about what her oldest had planned for the 'fa***t'.

Six days in the hospital and a new scar to add to his smaller collection, he always said his birthday was cursed. He also was glad it had happened because he met the man of his dreams. Lex only being 18 and never having really dated never knew what an infatuation was like. He had no idea that love and infatuations had nothing in common. He didn't learn that until he learned his 'lover' was married and he was the side fling. Twenty and the world was as cold to him as he was to it. He moved away, got an apartment with a friend from High School and went to school at a local college and cooked at a local bar.

Fast forward past his dull moments and the news talking of the events transpiring around the globe and pinpointed in Africa. All he knew was that he had to get home as soon as possible. By the time he got there, by the time everything was up in flames all he could remember was hearing his younger sister screaming out. He didn't believe what the fire fighters told him, how he threw them aside like a demon after it's prey. How he broke down the door, ran through the flames only to come back out, his sister over his shoulder. Burn marks on the same shoulder she lay upon. Death, had not been kind. All he repeated, was that he should have never left her with those people.

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