[hider=Alexander Kherol]
[h3][color=00aeef]"War is a game of skill. A contest between minds and minds. Between tactics and tactics. I study the art of war. Work to perfect it."[/color][/h3]
[img]https://static.zerochan.net/G-senjou.No.Maou.full.331074.jpg[/img][hr]
[b][color=00aeef]Full name:[/color][/b] Alexander Kherol

[b][color=00aeef]Age:[/color][/b] 26

[b][color=00aeef]Race:[/color][/b] Human

[b][color=00aeef]Affiliation:[/color] [/b]
The Ascendancy of Man - 5-star general[hr]
[b][color=00aeef]Appearance:[/color][/b] 

Alexander has short, neat jet-black hair and deep red eyes. He stands at 5'7, weighing at 63 kilos. He is fairly thin at first glance, but in reality, he is really fit physically for a human. He believed that despite all the technological advances that help assist humans in their convenience, he must always remain physically active, to keep his minds fresh, wash up the distractions and clear one's thoughts. 

He is usually seen wearing his custom made dark blue colored uniform, with golden epaulettes, golden collars and artistically embellished sleeves. His torso area also has gold decorations and a white sash. At the top left of his chest is a 5 stars rank plaque, indicating his rank in the Ascendancy.

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[img]https://www.quarterdeckmilitaria.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/coat.jpg[/img]
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[h3][color=00aeef]"You don't need a group of superhuman soldiers to change the galaxy."[/color][/h3][hr]
[b][color=00aeef]Skills and abilities:[/color][/b]

Undoubtedly the Ascendancy's most powerful weapon, Alexander is widely known for his devastating tactical abilities. A prodigy being developed at the right place, and at the right time, Alexander has the one ability that really strengthened him in his position as a military commander: the ability to predict other's intention. By just analyzing the position of the opposing enemy forces, he was able to predict his opponent's intention as a whole. In addition to this ability, Alexander is also keen on studying his opponents, not simply their battle tactics, but their history, philosophy, morality and so on. He tries to find out as much as possible about his enemy and exploit them. In the long run, the longer an opponent wage war against him, the more likely he is to lose the battle against Alexander, because if the he knew the opponent long enough, they would be nearly unable to outwit the general, being at least one or two steps ahead of his opponents.

As a 5-star general in the Ascendancy, it is indisputable that Alexander's ability as a fleet commander is utterly competent. He is perfectly capable of rapidly dictating a series of complex commands to his subordinates, keeping in mind where the major units and fleets need to be, and like a chess grandmaster, deducting the best plays using the information he has. He is familiar with a lot of attack and defense pattern.

In terms of personal combat skills, Alexander is fairly feeble, and can be defeated if met with a skilled opponent. But against a normal human, he is capable of withstanding against two or three opponents in a fistfight. He is also capable of using his pistol to defend himself, with mediocre accuracy.

[b][color=00aeef]Exceptional skills: [/color][/b]

Exceptional Intelligence (x3)
Exceptional Diplomacy (x1)
Exceptional Tactician (x2)[hr]
[h3][color=00aeef]"History is cruel. You always have to prepare to accept it."[/color][/h3][hr]
[color=00aeef]Biography[/color] (Warning: A lot of words ahead of you)

[hider=Chapter 1: The Mind of a Genius]
[color=f6989d]"Alright, Alexander. How about you, can you solve this equation?"[/color]

The teacher said, as he gently handed his child the pen to the holographic board. A child of merely ten years of age. The kid was reluctant, to be called so suddenly, but at the gentleness and politeness of his professor, he found himself unable to deny his offer.

The child walked to the board, slowly, his hand holding firmly the pen to which he would write with. As he neared, he simply stood still, silent. He inhaled, and exhaled. Again, and again.

And he wrote.

[color=00aeef]"This is an equation that if you follow the conventional way of solving, it will resolve in a massive power number, which is technically very difficult to solve. But if you prove and apply this inequation to our main problem, it is possible to see that the left hand side of the verse can be reduced to this, which is always larger or equal to the right side of the verse, which is zero. So the equation only occurs when a specific condition is met in the left side of the verse. This greatly reduced the complexity of our problem, and it's quite straightforward from there."[/color]

The boy put down his pen, as he finished the last of his solution, as he slowly returned to the seat. But what he did not notice, perhaps too young to notice, were the eyes towards him. His teacher. His peers. Even the parents of some other kids who happened to be there at the time. 

They were shocked beyond belief.[hr]
[color=f6989d]"...In my years of teaching, I've never seen a mind like your son has."[/color]

[color=00aeef][i]"The reason that Kobald failed on his conquest I believe was more to his own logistic than his enemy's tactical ability like you said teacher. The guerrilla soldiers did little in terms of combat, but it was the scorched earth policy done by the citizens that actually dealt the damage. Kobald's region was too far away for a reliable source of provisions, so he brought little and mostly lived off his conquered land, which was vulnerable to this policy"[/i][/color]

[color=f6989d]"He is prodigious. A brilliant mind. One that many centuries we have yet to see again."[/color]

[color=00aeef][i]"Castling on the king side is the most common move here, as it would grant the king additional protection against the enemy's knights and bishops, but if we play Queen to A4, it will block that Knight from going anywhere, while threatening the D4 pawn, so it's a more reasonable move."[/i][/color]

[color=f6989d]"Please, you have to let him go with us."[/color]

The teacher begged, again, as his parents began to feel more and more reluctant. 

[color=bc8dbf]"He is too young..."[/color] His mother said

[color=f6989d]"I am aware ma'am." [/color]The teacher responded. [color=f6989d]"But his reputation has already spread across the school. It will be a matter of time until the Ascendancy will take notice of him."[/color]

His mother's eyelids dropped, as if she was about to cry at anytime. His father looked at his son, who was innocently reading the book inside his room, completely unaware of what was being discussed outside. They both knew the Ascendancy, and the men working under it. It wasn't at all nice. They were quick to conceal the info from spreading out, but rumors travelled far. Lips to lips, now almost everybody knew about it.

It would be very hard. For him to face the harsh and cold reality this early. For his parents, to not worry about him. And for both of them, to say their goodbyes.

[color=f6989d]"I understand your concern. But it's better to be voluntary early, than being forced out later."[/color] The middle-aged female teacher kindly explained. [color=f6989d]"I know a person who can help him avoid that fate. He's the Duke of Anghen, the region in the far East, and he has great political standings. He can help the boy. But please, for the sake of him..."[/color]

[color=00aeef][i]"Teacher, what do you think?"[/i][/color]

[color=f6989d]"...you have to let him go."[/color]
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[hider=Chapter 2: Another Goodbye]

6 years later.

[color=c4df9b]"You're gonna take the flight at 1000, so you'll have to leave now, Alex."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"This early teacher?" [/color]

[color=c4df9b]"Yeah, unfortunately. You can't afford to be late on your first day at the Grand Military Academy. That's bad manners, eh? Hehe..."[/color]

The sixteen years old teenager looked down in slight frown in contrary to his teacher's grin, that he would not be able to spend anymore time with his mentor anymore. Again, this felt no different from back then. The remembered bittersweet memories were sour by its very nature, even as Alexander grew to be more mature and less emotionally expressed.

[color=c4df9b]"Hey, cheer up pal. It has been an honor to go through many things with you and teach you things. There are many things to explore and seek for out there that you can't possibly imagine...well, you may possibly do but yeah."[/color] The Duke of Anghen, also his long-been mentor of the young genius, scratched his head with silliness. A little odd behavior for a man of such social standings. But this was truly him. He had spent his whole life under a fake mask that he had made for himself all according to this galaxy's standard so that he could rise to his position right now. Now that he had the opportunity to meet with this young boy, he had had the chance to show it, enjoy it, and lived it, when it still lasted. 

That silliness did entertain the young child that he took under him, making it a lot more informal and intimate, easier to learn and interact with him. However, 'being oneself' was not always the best thing to do in this world. He had learned that himself. And he taught Alexander that as well. To craft his own mask, his own faked persona so that he could survive. Sure, the Duke was very dispassionate about it, and he was sure Alexander felt the same. But there was no choice. In recent months, he had seen that his teaching had taken its effects. 

Still, he did take great pleasure in teaching the boy, along with his daughter, Lan. He was a great person, despite he may not express it dearly. He was different than any other kids that he had taught. He was a man with emotions, with expressions, with a sense, unlike the faceless mooks some of these people in the Ascendancy was like. And he had a fire. A passionate fire that threatened to engulf the world. A man could be whatever he wanted, if he could weather the storm. And among the worthless and despicable world we were living in, he was very much needed. His legacy. 

[color=c4df9b]"Go and conquer the world!"[/color]

The Ascendancy needed it. The galaxy needed it. More than anything...
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[hider=Chapter 3: The New General]

7 years afterwards

[color=red]"Look sharp. The new CO is arriving soon enough."[/color]

The expression on Eris's face plummeted. Another CO? Ok, what could this guy possibly be? Another crazy reckless fool who sends his troops on a suicidal frontal attack against heavily armed enemy positions? Or maybe a total maniac who kills or tortures soldiers for every single possible mistakes they make? Or even better, one she had never seen before, a guy with great narcism who always look at himself in the mirror and say his names, forgetting the battle outside of him. It would have been better this way to be honest

Such was the disdain of the seventeen years old blonde and cyborg like soldier of the child soldier's program. Ever since she was abducted by the Ascendancy, there had never been a thing that had actually made her smile wholeheartedly, without being forced. Life was a living hell. All she knew for two goddamned years of her life were eating, sleeping and fighting. All her friends died in the midst. She wondered why she wasn't listed among them anyway. If anyone would dare to say they know what cruelty was, she would slap them in the face immediately with that. For all she knew, she was utterly discontent. She wished to end this as soon as possible. She wanted to see no more of this.

The Ascendancy's shuttle soon landed on the forest moon, where the entire army was kept at ease outside the landing zone. It soon applied its landing gear and made its gentle touch down. After a few seconds, the gate soon opened. And as pretty much a rule of thumb, a line of escort troopers would march out of the ship in perfect coordination. Eris rolled her eyes as she watched the tedious performance pass.

And then, her new general arrived.

The first thing that he took notice was his incredibly young face. Short and neat black hair, deep dark-colored eyes and skins appearing soft and smooth, wearing a formal tan colored general uniform like how the usual commanders and generals looked. But perhaps the most striking feature that she took notice was his seemingly calm and composed aura emitting from him with each steps he took. 

Thanks to her zoom in superhuman ability, she was able to gaze closer at his rank plaque

[color=fff200]"4-star general..."[/color]

At this young age. No way...

With a few glances, the general finally spoke. His voice was calm, slow and smooth.

[color=00aeef]"Thank you for the introduction Lieutenant. My name is Alexander Kherol. I will be your general, and commanding officer of this region's military expedition from this point onward. As you probably have lived through hell to your objective, I would assume that we all know what to do. So I will skip all the formalities and head straight for the ending. Do you have any questions for me?"[/color]

Uhh, what?

That was the reaction among each and every soldiers in the field. That wasn't usually something that they would get almost every time a new CO arrived. 

But Eris, for some reasons, managed to look through it. 

[color=fff200]"He seems to be more decent than the rest. But let's see if he actually knows what he's doing..."[/color] She mumbled, before raising her hand. Alexander quickly gestured her to speak.

[color=fff200]"Sir, you would probably have known the situation. The enemy is playing a very defensive battle, building forts very close to each other so that they can protect each other. How do you intend to solve this problem?"[/color]

Alexander listened to her, inclined his head once before answering.

[color=00aeef]"Give me enough time, and I will have my solutions. When that time come, I will then begin my operations, and pull the insurgents apart, piece by piece. They will be the architects...of their own destruction."[/color]

He finished his speech with a glare of thoughtfulness. This, for some reasons, sent a chill down Eris's spine. He sure spoke with confidence, but she wondered if he could actually do it. Words meant nothing if actions could not back it up, or that there was no actions at all. He said he would need some times. Well, until then, we shall see.

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