[color=00aeef]Name[/color]: Aleksander IIX

[color=00aeef]Age[/color]: 35

[color=00aeef]Ethnicity[/color]: Germanic

[color=00aeef]Vices[/color]: Primary: Binging. Secondary: Drinking, Drugs, (Also a bit scrappy)

[color=00aeef]Personality[/color]: Aleksander is someone who had a pretty careless attitude, and has little reguard for his own wellness. Nothing really slows his stride, it's difficult to get under Alexander's skin, overall hes a cool headed individual. After many exposures to hypocrisy from the clerics and lords, it left Aleksander jaded and skeptical. 

[color=00aeef]History[/color]: Aleksander is the IIX of his namesake, belonging to a long line of knights, a family tradition that would end with him. Aleksander was page to a Lord Morhaunt at an early age. Morhaunt was a cruel man, although never to Aleksander, but to his prisoners. Morhaunt preferred to fley, impale, and/or crucify his captives as opposed to ransom, and Aleksander was to be present for all such displays of fear. Terror was the lessons Morhaunt intended to teach young Aleksander, intending for him to learn to be as brutal as his lordship, but all it taught the young page was an example of how not to conduct oneself. 

It was when he squired for another knight, sir Krimsmire, where he got a taste for glory... and for wine. 

Krimsmire was somewhat of an outcast amongst the other knights of Vicaria, preferring to "slum it" with his guards and soldiers, than to go to court or show off at tourneys. Aleksander admired this quality in Sir Krimsmire, a trait he would inherit. This is the seed from which his down to earth nature grew. 

After several campaigns and at the age of 23, finally, Aleksander the IIX was knighted. Unfortunately it wasn't long before the illusion of majesty and nobility were shattered forever. Serving as knight guard of the council of VII, the holiest of priests, the high clerics, each to be a paragon of virtue was in reality an ugly mockery, demigods of vice and sin. The debauchery that Aleksander played witness not only disillusioned him of chivalry and the notion of nobility, but actually shattered his faith in god. 

When Aleksander doffed his white plate armor and turned over his longsword and kite shield, he answered his squire when asked why, words so from the heart it seems almost as if written by one of the great bards. 

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[i]Man is nothing more than a beast with thumbs and a head for mathematics.. what good is our ingenuity if our men kill children and our women whore themselves in the streets[/i]
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[color=00aeef]Equipment[/color]: arming sword, warhammer, buckler, brigandine armor, bag of silver.

[color=00aeef]Appearance[/color]: a tall and heavy man, he has the build of a soldier, if also softened with added age and feasting. He wears brown his hair medium length parted in the middle, though often covered with a red bandana. His ice blue eyes are evidence of northerners blood, and his dark circles and unshaven face reveal a man at his end with the world. His brigandine and trousers are the teal of his old knight host sir Krimsmire