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Full Name: James Alexander Reese

Nicknames/Alias/AKA: 
Born: Alexander Marcus Reese
Nicknames: None

Age: (Cycle 2) Physically 26

Gender: Male 

DOB: 8-28-1921 Reborn 4-11-1992

Occupation: 
Previous Incarnations; Soldier (WW2 Allies)(1st Cycle), Carpentry (Woodwork) (1st Cycle)
Current: Firefighter, Blacksmith (Kinda Hobby)

Race: Dragon

Hair Color: Bronze

Eye Color: Left Blue Right Caramel 

Height and Build: 6’ 
203Lbs Lean Muscle 

Other Appearance: (What their other/true form looks like. Scars, tattoos, etc. Quirks and habits. Sound of their voice. anything. if nothing just delete this part) Copper Scales running up and down the top of his arms, and the entirety of his legs and torso, with large leathery wings and a tail that reaches 3 feet in length. In his first life, which he still has pictures from, he lost his left leg above the knee and had quite a few scars from a German grenade. When he tends to carry a scorched black quarter around with him everywhere and his right ear sometimes (often) twitches when he lies. His voice is quite plain, if a little on the deeper end of tenor. 

History: Born in 1921, James or as he went by back then, Alexander, appeared to be a normal boy. Well except for the fact that he occasionally had copper scales that coated his arms, legs and torso and large leathery wings growing out of his back. His first cycle saw him excelling in classes especially mathematics and English before beginning to learning Carpentry as a career shortly after graduating from high school in 1939. When the United States joined WW2, He quickly enlisted and was trained in time to be sent to the Italian Front where he quickly climbed the ranks to Staff Sergeant for acts of Valor. 

In time Alexander’s squad was relocated to the UK awaiting the invasion of Normandy Beach. It was a nerve racking experience and the wait was terrible too. Landing on Gold Beach was awful, terrifying and would give him nightmares for years to come. The salt in the air. The sound of 155mm cannons pounding the surf and ships around him. The sound of machine guns firing. As the ramp dropped the coppery smell of blood filled the air as people dropped dead. Crawling up the sand, ducking behind tank barricades and into craters from the shelling. It was a harrowing day and he nearly got killed numerous times. Only luck saved him in his mind. As they pushed in on the Western Front, a few dozen miles outside of Paris, tragedy struck out at Alexander as a grenade tore his left leg apart just below the knee. It was a struggle to save his life and he fought every hour of every day for a couple weeks. His left leg was removed just above the knee and was heavily scarred across his body. Luck again saved his life, but he was upset. He was being sent home, and was leaving his those he considered brothers to finish the mission. The ride home was full of regrets and pain. 

Getting home was easy, settling back in however was a different story. He was struggling to find work with his mobility issues and fell back on what he started to learn before joining the army, carpentry. He started by building himself a simple prosthetic leg to improve his ability to get from one place to another. Soon he was working towards finishing his apprenticeship with a respected teacher and began to work for himself. It wasn’t always easy however he made enough money to own a respectable sized house. Ladies weren’t exactly lining up to date the scarred warrior, but he found a few who seemed to try and catch his attention. A small corner of his mind laughed at the idea of dating any of these mundane individual.

As he reached his fifties for the day time, Alexander moved closer to a place he felt at home, the magical community of Nowhere. He wasn’t ready to be reborn just yet but he wanted to have plans in place. It was where his older sister was and she was getting ready for her first rebirth, he would try and wait until she was old enough to hold down a job and take care of him before he would start his next cycle. He had invested wisely though and they wouldn’t hurt for money to take care of each other. He would be a great father when he finally got a chance to have his own, after all, his sister and he had made that an agreement, to take care of each other when they had to be reborn. 

Alexander had his first rebirth at the relatively young age, for a dragon anyway, of 71, shedding the pain of his first life in a brilliant blaze. It was April 11, 1992 and he had already told his sister the name he planned on going by the second time around, James. All the “trophies” he collected from WW2 were stored in a locked safe in the basement of the house he had “willed” to his sister. Growing up the second time was nearly as fun as the first time. As his memories started to return though so would the nightmares of what had happened. The beaches of Normandy stained red, the metallic scent of blood. He did great during that part of history class on the bright side. He decided he wanted to help people this time, but he didn’t want to be a cop, nor did he feel he had the steady hands to be a doctor. He grew up wanting to be a firefighter and it was perfect for him in this life. When a friend growing up mentions that he did metalwork, James got curious and began to do some reading and eventually gave it a try himself, finding some sort of affinity with it.

Family/Relationships: Mother: Allison Reese (Deceased) 
Father: Jacob Reese (Deceased) 
Sister: Ashley Marie Jackson (2nd Cycle age 42)

Other/Extra: Has a few (3) trophy guns from WW2 that were willed to him by “His great grandfather” A P-08 pistol, a Kar98, and a demil-ed MP-40. 

He is a protective person, especially of children and those he claims as his family. Attacking them or his honour are the quickest ways to anger him as his honour is another thing he holds in high regard. He enjoys a good laugh and being able to let down his glamour. When not working, he’s often in his forge which he set up in his garage, out in the park exercising, or out checking out fishing spots. He is currently returning from a trip to France, where he went and visited Normandy Beach for the first time since his first life.
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Wow I forgot how phone size font translated to computer. Anyway here is a character for review [@Emma]