[hider=EMPEROR: Alexander Furst][center][h3][u][b]Profile[/b][/u][/h3][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584093021222469648/584145515621384203/Alexander_Furst.jpg[/img][/center]
[color=Orange][b]Name::[/b][/color]
[list]Alexander Furst[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Gender::[/b][/color]
[list]Male[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Age::[/b][/color]
[list]17 / January 6th[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Nationality / Ethnicity::[/b][/color]
[list]United Kingdom, though he was raised in France for a bit / Half-French, Half-German[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Appearance::[/b][/color]
[list]Alexander is a lean, mean, somewhat muscle and irritable machine that stands broadly up at a height of 187 cm, and weighs about 75.75 kg. This guy is usually seen with dull, despondent, very dark brown eyes that could be comparable to dead coals. There is seldom a smile on his face as it's either dominated by either a frown or scowl, followed by furrowed brows. While it is difficult to see, Alex does have a bit of a tan with nearly indistinguishable tan lines at his waistline. Along with that, he has short, jet black hair that is somewhat messy.

His casual attire consists of a black jacket with a fur trimming around the collar. It's customized with a red bandana wrapped around the upper arm, though to Alex, he says it's just there to hide the tear on it. Along with that, other than his usually dreary colors of black shoes and pants, the guy sports a white shirt and very sparingly wears a red tie. Sometimes he switches between the tie and jacket, wear both, or neither at all.

The most important thing to note about his thief's outfit is the mask. The coloration seems to have a mixture of two colors: parts of the mask are jet black, whilst the other portions are a dark, velveteen blue. While it is smooth, the texture is reminiscent of a birds plumage, specifically a ravens. Further more, there are nearly unnoticeable "eyebrows" above the masks eye sockets; three circular shapes that go in a blue, green, blue pattern and are evocative of sapphires and emeralds. However, the most outstanding part about this is the large, "ruby" that appears to be embedded into his forehead. The shape of the mask is fairly simple, as the bottom portion is circular, save for a small, ebony beak protruding where his nose would be at.

The first thing to note of when examining his costume is the fact that, like his usual duds, there is a fur trimming, save its thicker and more exaggerated than before. Further more, the suit he dons seems to be a caricature of the black jacket his father made for him, giving it the appearance of a trench coat and a kings robes. A light amount of white fur trimming lines the edges of the coat as well, looking just as well worn as the suit itself. There are a few holes here an there, though what lies beyond gives off the illusion that he has gems, gold chains, and other miscellaneous items on his body. Beyond that, he sports jet black pants and shoes that mesh between work boots and dress shoes.[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Personality::[/b][/color]
[list]As far as they come, Alexander doesn't come off as the sociable type - and no, he isn't shy in the slightest. If anything, this French-German boy is innately calm and stoic, coming off as somewhat standoffish to a fault. What further exemplifies these personality traits is how much of a stick in the mud he comes off as, usually condemning those he deems as lazy, indolent slackers as a bunch of incompetent people with no drive, sometimes even attempting to push them to act.

This overly serious, often pissed off temperament has resulted in him not being a popular guy to hang around, and further more, being referred to as a workaholic, a stunning mirror image of his mother in that aspect. There is a certain irony to being referred to her in this way, as he seeks to define himself through hard work, not because he was pushed or born with some form of talent, but because it was his own choice. Because of this, he also considers his favorite types of people to interact with to be "defiant" or at least those he sees as willing to push back against either his own provocations or others.

Alexander is also extremely frustrated when people interact with him in a particular way, namely when they try to flatter and suck up to the boy. He doesn't find it to be gratifying in the slightest; basically, it would be akin to lighting a stick of dynamite with an extremely short fuse. Aside from that, he is also unusually blunt when it comes to his talks, mostly unafraid to speak his own mind on the topic at hand. This, coupled with his prior traits, isn't exactly giving him any points when it comes to making friends.

Outside this callous behavior, there is a good side in him. Somewhere. The way he tries to come off as friendly can either come off as forced due to trying to imitate other people and how they act friendly or can be a backhanded complement due to the delivery of the comment. Looking past that, however, he does have an affinity for attempting to encourage other people, namely when they pursue a subject out of their own volition. He'll try to properly put such a comment into words, but it can be difficult to pull off for him without coming off as rude or flat out condescending.[/list][hr]
[center][h3][u][b]Background[/b][/u][/h3][/center]
[color=Orange][b]Biography::[/b][/color]
[list]Alexander was born of love and compassion, or so he was told during his younger years. A more faithful description of the events was that he was born from a drunken stupor between his rising star of a fashionista father and a much older woman who was a stern prosecutor that decided to take a vacation for a week or two in France before heading home. Conceived, his own mother departed back to London, unaware that she was carrying her future child.

Eventually, Alexander was born to Hilda Furst; raised as a single child with an equally single parents, things fluctuated between rough and steady for the first few years. Despite this, his childhood was relatively mild, to say the least; he was a much livelier, friendlier lad back then who would rather spend time with other children, playing games, heading out on "exciting adventures," etc. For the most part, his own mother would try to spend as much time with him as much as she could, sometimes hiring a babysitter. Though, with each passing days, that time began to shorten to the point where he began recalling his sitters face as opposed to his own moms.

If anything, it constantly put more and more pressure on the lady and much to her chagrin, Alex began constantly pestering her about his own father, what he was like, where he was, when would he come home, etc. She mainly went on to brushing it off or giving a vague answer, but Alexander became more insistent, impatient if you will, and possibly more worried. To top it all off, he noticed that his own mom began making more frequent phone calls; along with that, her moods seem to be erratic in a sense, ranging from frighteningly annoyed to being a serious yet mellow mother.

Despite her moody demeanor, something did seem to transpire in the midst of it all, as when the boy nervously questioned his mother once again about his father, she gave a much more straight answer - that he would be coming home next month. If anything, the young man was ecstatic and began imagining what the man was like, even jabbering excitedly to his peers, teachers, and so on.

The talks were less frequent, with his mom attempting to spend more time with the boy. Only really went out to get measured for some clothes or head to see some movies. Nothing truly special, though that changed the day his dad finally arrived. Despite promising to come a month in advanced, he was fashionably late by about one week, which did nothing less than to piss his own mom off.

While that brought up its own issues, when his father arrived that very week, Alex expected someone dapper, older, possibly wiser than his mom. What he received was a slender, healthy young man with clothes as loud as his hair; the man looked more like he was attending a university as opposed to Alex's initial thoughts. His expectations were thoroughly subverted and the boy felt a bit awkward around the much more livelier, cheerful man, even commenting that Thibault was not what he expected for a father.

Even though Alex's father was a bit pained by the comment, he did shake it off and presented them both with a present, stating that this was the reason for him being so late - he was creating clothes for the two of them. While the designs were avant-garde, there was a curious design to each of them which allowed the duo to enjoy his style. He stated that these were based on earlier designs that he didn't want to waste and that he was overjoyed at their reactions.

Outside of this, Thibault stated to the two that he could only really be away from the job for about a week and would head back at the end of it. He acted primarily as the stay at home dad during this time, usually looking after Alex or trying to spend time with Hilda during this time. While it did seem like Alex was going to have some difficulty bonding with his father, the man had an almost magical way of going about this, as if it were tailor made to Alex.

This wasn't just with the boy, but with the neighbors as well, as with his magnetic personality, he seemed to quickly attract a couple of friends, as well as win Alex over in a matter of days. Of course, he did struggle a bit with the stern Hilda, who, at best, received a slight chuckle with a smirk. Though, despite the visit, there was a few issues they ran into, with one or two minor arguments that wouldn't amount to anything.

Beyond that, this was the first of many infrequent visits that transpired for the next three years. It was a functioning pattern - visit Hilda and Alex, surprise the two with gifts or stories from France, spend time doing different events with the two in the UK.

Life seemed a little more pleasant when Thibault was around, even getting to the point where they began to learn things about the man, like how he was super into punk, hip hop, and rap, how his favorite movies tended to be either horror or thrillers; most were crap, aside from the Shining to say the least.

However, during the midst of those three years, something did change to say the least. During one of his visits, Thibault appeared composed and less outgoing at the time. It was a bit peculiar, but he went about suggesting much more humble things that didn't involve being in public. He still indulged them with gifts and stories, but he was strangely subdued during this time. Alex wouldn't discover the reason why until his third visit when he was flocked by a whole bunch of people the young child didn't recognize.

That's when it was discovered that Thibault Couture was a rising star of a fashionista who had been gaining traction in the last couple of years and had been recently catapulted to fame. This new event shook up the dynamic of Alex's life, more so on the fact that certain people just reacted differently to the boy in general. More kids thought this fame was cool, and Alex found his sphere of influence had grown; further more, his own mom was met with the same approach by some other adults, save she didn't fall into the same trap as Alex. If anything, this just seemed to sour her mood, more so than usual.

Despite this, Thibault's livelier attitude never returned, at least while Alex and his mom were living in the UK. However, during one of his visits when Alex was seven, Thibault posed a question to the two of them during a quiet dinner. It was a proposal that they all came to France to live together as a family, instead of having these one week visits. Alex's mom was more that skeptical at the time, but she did agree to it after noticing how excited and happy Alex appeared by the prospect of it.

Of course, despite his excitement, it really didn't occur to Alex at the time that he would be sacrificing the life he knew for a much more foreign one. Months later, all the friends he made, new and old, would all go up in a puff of smoke as he soon came to learn. It was painful for the boy, having to leave his whole life behind for this new one, acting eerily solemn on the flight there.

Outside of that, they made preparations months in advanced for this move, finding a firm around the area that Hilda could work at, putting in funds to purchase a nice house in the suburbs, teaching Alex how to speak French, etc. Multiple preparations were made, yet none would help with what lied it wait.

To start things off, life felt perpetually awkward to the boy. Sure, he made plenty of friends during his time attending school, but there was always a particular nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Maybe it was because he was still hung up on the move, maybe it was because he felt that there was something off about the interactions he had with his peers. Even more so, some of the adults were choosing to chat with the young boy; they were overly friendly to the boy, which was nice, but it did freak him out a bit.

After some time, his friendship with these people reached its logical conclusion. A young girl, couldn't look to be a little more than a year older than Alex, requested if she and her mom could meet his father. Alex stated he would be more than willing to ask his parents if they could come over for dinner, till she became more pushy and stated that he wanted to meet the man at work.

While he was visibly confused at first, Alex did try to resist the influence, but was eventually pressured into going through with it, under the pretenses that they wanted to meet his family. He did know the studio his father worked in and was thankfully able to enter under the merit that Alex was his own son. And upon entering in, that's when everything came falling down.

To make a long story short, they disregarded the boy like he was a bad pimple once Thibault was in their sights, they had to be escorted out, Alex's father had to explain some of the situation softly while asking him not to do it again, Hilda picked him up, scolded the boy and didn't bother sugar coating the details, telling him straight up that he was being used, among a multitude of other things.

At the time, Alex couldn't accept the harsh truth; however, after the fourth time he attempted bringing someone in and was promptly met with the same song and dance, with the [i]same[/i] tune played, with an increasing severity of scolding from his own mother. Alex truly wanted to believe that these people were his friends, that they just wanted to meet his dad and nothing else. However, reality had finally caught up and slapped the boy in the face - the reality that he was nothing more than a stepping stone for these people so that they could get close to Thibault to see if the man could design specialized clothes for them.

At first, Alex cried; it hurt to know that these people were doing nothing more than taking advantage of the lad. The next thing that came was reflection, as he thought back on each prior event. While he did realize that most of his friends were only his friends because of his fame (and preyed on Alex as a means to an end), he might of overthought it a bit. He began to wonder if the children he once befriended in the UK were even true friends with the kid, even before his fathers rise to fame.

Those people, his peers, his "friends," he began to push away. Adults that once interacted with the young boy were promptly ignored, either attempting to get through with honeyed words and minced niceties before dropping pretenses before giving up and never chatting with the boy again. Slowly, but surely, his group of friends began to evaporate; some did attempt to try and reconcile or chat, but no, Alex continued to harshly push them away, looking for no nuance in their words, the way they acted, and so on. At the end of this all, he was left alone, merely known as Thibault's Son at this point; that was what he amounted to at that point.

Beyond that instance, home life was OK at first, though it did show signs of degradation over time. Sure, they did still go out from time to time, either just the two of them or with their son, even attempting to act like a couple by sharing a bed. However, the two had their issues with each other, namely through the way they interacted with one another. Hilda was serious, straight-laced, sometimes too literal for her own good, while Thibault was lax, a bit carefree, and a colorful guy who really didn't take things too seriously.

First came the miscommunications between the two of them, which did nothing but put a hamper on how they discussed certain topics, came to mortgages, their interactions with other people, as well as their sons, etc. Either Hilda was pissed off at something Thibault said or Thibault was thoroughly turned off by Hildas statements. There were a full small skirmishes, with huffs of annoyance, slowly burning over time till they were overtly critical.

It wasn't before long before Hilda and Thibault barely interacted, outside of a few instances of getting together as a family for dinner. Most of the time when they chose to spend time with a family member, they always opted for their son, with Thibault playing basketball with him or Hilda eventually taking Alex out to shoot clay pigeons with her.

This whole relationship was sterile, empty and devoid of anything meaningful, and Alex was keenly aware of it all. Despite what he knew was coming up, the boy wanted this to work out, even with the arguments and unhealthy conflicts that plaguing the household. Eventually enough was enough, and after five years the two had a talk about this all before letting their son in on their separation. Alex didn't deny it and came to terms with it much swiftly than imagined, making this whole transition a lot smoother.

They had their plans set, with them both agreeing that Alex would have a more stable life with his mom, making plans and preparations for finding a house in London, how they would go about moving, ensuring Hilda would have a stable job back in the UK, etc. Once it was all set in stone, this disastrous arrangement finally came to an end. Yet, these final moments were bittersweet for the young man; after all, this was the closest he saw them resolve an issue within the last three years.

Well, besides one little issue - education. For all intents and purposes, this was something they came to butt heads on as they looked around London, as well as made suggestions to one another. Hilda was looking to push him into a school that would prepare him for attending one of the universities and graduating as a lawyer, same as his own mother. However Thibault didn't have anything definitive down, but deferred to wanting to ask Alex, deciding that his sons own decision mattered the most.

This squabble continued until Alexander tossed his hat into the ring and came up with his own idea and suggested Evergreen Grammar School as the place to finish up his education. While his father wasn't against the decision, his mother on the other hand was vehemently opposed to it. However, with a lot of insisting, as well as explanations, such as the high success rate this school posed for one, she was able to be swayed, primarily due to the fact that this could be used as a stepping stone for getting into a university.

Even though Alex made the choice to go to said university, she dictated the choices for which classes would primarily be the focal point, either nodding off with approval or replying with a virulent rejection. Psychology and biology were easy ones to get her to agree with, with a positive reception to the former, as well as being neutral on the latter. But the third one left her just fuming and she did try to steer the boy away from it to no avail - music.

She was less than amused at the decision, more so when Thibault's response was to send him some funds to purchase his own instrument in the process. As much as she wanted to redirect the finances elsewhere, she was exasperated at this point and chose to accept that this was his choice.

Despite this all, his attitude was largely different when attending Evergreen, proving his own proficiency with the courses and always constantly excelling, outside of music, but he did decently enough to get into the A-levels on the latter. While he was well off with knowledge, his own interactions were just as stifled as they were in France. He was infamous for his lack of tact, with many finding him insufferable to hang around; most attempted to avert interacting with him completely, but found this impossible when he [i]chose[/i] to interact with them himself.

That being said, there were no real nasty rumors spread about him, though there were a few who attributed his success and or the way he was either due to his fame on his dads side or how his mom is such a hardworking hard ass which agitated him to no end. But beyond that, he remained vigilant in deferring to his own path, with his studies running smoothly, well, for the most part.

As long as nothing supernatural happens, this should be easy.[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Education / Evergreen Grammar School::[/b][/color]
[list]A-Level Psychology: Understanding the human mind is a pretty fun subject; it's fairly interesting learning about the hows and whys of people, plus it could help with other issues.

A-Level Biology: Ditto; I just find learning about the human body and how it all functions to be interesting. Plus, this is probably one of the few ways I'll get any sorta' freedom with her around.

A-Level Music: I could be a lot better at this subject, but I mainly chose it to spite my mom.[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Affiliations::[/b][/color]
[list]Hilda Furst: My mom; basically, she comes off as a bit domineering. Can be a bit of a control freak as well, to a point where most of the clothes I have are picked out either by her or created by dad. Furthermore, she's pushing me to to pursue the same profession as her. It's no better than other people expecting me to grow up like my dad. Regardless, she's deadly serious when it comes to her job and just about everything as well. Blows off some steam by going out and shooting clay pigeons; spent some time with her doing that as of late.

Thibault Couture: Bit of an eccentric man, but a good father overall. Tried to spend most of his time he had in France when not off designing new clothes or sizing up people to get fitted. I absolutely loathe most of his fans, especially the ones who approach me. Should probably stop flirting with people for fun though, you're coming off as a womanizer. Depressing that my Mom brushes him off from time to time with his provocations. A bit more laid-back than my own mom to say the least; also made this jacket for me. He has almost a magical way of connecting with other people; I'm kind of jealous.[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Relationships::[/b][/color]
[list]Does it look like [i]I[/i] have any friends?[/list][hr]

[center][h3][u][b]Persona[/b][/u][/h3][img]http://www.greek-mythology-pantheon.com/wp-content/uploads/Greek_Gods_and_Goddesses/Ares_Mars_Greek_God/Ares_Mars_Greek_God_Art_02_by_peterprime.jpg[/img][/center]
[color=Orange][b]Name::[/b][/color]
[list][url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_the_Great]Alexander the Great[/url][/list]
[color=Orange][b]Arcana::[/b][/color]
[list]Emperor[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Skills::[/b][/color]
[list]Phys / Elec; gradually becomes Gun / Elec[/list]
[color=Orange][b]Equipment::[/b][/color]
[list][url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baton_(law_enforcement)#Expandable_baton]Batons[/url] / [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thompson_submachine_gun]Thompson Submachine Gun[/url][/list][/hider]