[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][right][h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][sup]"You're lucky I only have one foot, or I'd be kicking your ass right now."[sup] 
- Alexander reading from a cup found while held up in Quincy.[/sup][/sup][/right]
[b][color=662d91]⚘ Looking Inside[/color][/b]
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	Alexander is a classic example of a Vietnam war veteran who's seen some serious shit. His personality is in the middle of a tug-of-war, two sides vying for control over him; the traumatic past that haunts him to this day, and the human side of him that smiles and still finds some joy in life. The first has made him appear an introvert, enclosed and anti-social as he refrains from talking about his past openly. Alexander can quickly get uncomfortable in social situations, either closing up or even blacking out to one of his more frequent flash-backs. 

	The other part of Alexander, however, still shows that he too was once a man with a life. While quick to clamp up, in situations he's comfortable in he will smile and joke around, talking about parts of his life he finds no shame in retelling others. Especially after meeting the Eden group he's opened up to the small team of survivors, while once again finding a purpose in life which he before hadn't. He's a hardened veteran with many issues, a missing leg and a big heart. 

[color=662d91][b]⚘ A Brief History[/b][/color]
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[color=662d91][b]Growing Up:[/b][/color]
		Alexander was born into a Polish-American family at the very beginning of the 'golden years' of the 1950's, though his childhood was nowhere near as gilded. His mother, Maria Polawski, died not longer after his birth. This left the infant boy in the care of only his father, William Mathias Polawski, whom Alexander would have a shaky relationship with for the rest of his life. While his father never blamed Alexander for the death of his wife, there was always something disturbing there.

		Growing up without a mother at home meant that Alexander spent much of the time alone or with his less than ideal friends, according to his father of course. What time the two Polawskis spent together was a mix between open hostility and the usual father-son relationship of the 50's/60's. The only time they rarely said a bad word to one another was when out fishing on Lake Michigan. That was how Maria would have wanted them to be. Happy. 

		The bitter tones between Alexander and his father didn't end though, but only grew worse as Alexander grew up to become an adult. At least in the eyes of the law, while his father still saw little Alex' as the child he needed to guide. "Do this, do that. Get an education, a job, a home and a wife." Alexander had heard nothing but his father's 'preachings' all those years, and so he listened to his friends instead for advice. That meant taking a massive step into adulthood when George was called into the Army, and Alexander followed him.

[color=662d91][b]Adulting:[/b][/color] 
		His time in the Army and in Vietnam from 1970 to 1972 was both the most formative years of Alexander's life, and possibly the worst time of his life. At first the young Chicago loudmouth enjoyed his time in the military life, far away from his hawkish father and judging eyes. In some way he could be his own and total self, listening to The Rolling Stones and talking about girls to his heart's desire. His time in Vietnam both reinforced this free behaviour of Alexander, but also the horrors of war which scarred him deeply.

		In 'Nam he spent the better two years of his life carrying an overly-sized radio on his back, calling in air-strikes and helicopter evacs on demand for Sergeant Jackson while fighting for not only his brothers in arms' lives, but also his own. When Alexander came back home from the war, he rarely spoke about it, only in passing conversation could one get a glimpse of the horrors he witnessed. 

		His return home to America and Chicago was no way easier for him, as he returned just in time to learn of his father's death. Car crash, wandering in the middle of the road with a bottle in his hand. Coming home to that cluttered, yet empty house on that rainy Chicago street made the young veteran realize something - his father was right all along. That cold autumn day in 1972 Alexander to do what his father had told him. No, begged of him. After all, he was a lot like his old man.

		The rest of Alexander's life was as turbulent as an active vulanco. While he got a degree in electronic engineering from the University of Chicago, it was not until he met his future wife Judith that Alexander could begin the process of becoming a human being again. While his past haunted him as much as anti-war protesters chased him, she was the rock in the storm which he could find shelter on. With Judith, Alexander could become the person he wished to be, and his parents hopefully would have loved. 
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[color=662d91][b]Your First Walker Encounter:[/b][/color] The lack of response from the local coast guard on the Bahamas was met by a growing feeling of something being wrong. That's why Alexander turned his boat around from his wife's and his annual boat-trip around the Caribbean, and headed to the closest port he could find. Earlier news on the radio about riots had concerned the couple, but this was different. Alexander called over and over again over the radio, stating his boat's name and coordinates, but received no reply what-so-ever. It wasn't until they saw the harbour itself that they saw that something was indeed very wrong. 

At first Alexander thought it was the Bahamas Coast guard that was watching them approach land, but they were too many to be simple them. Then he thought it was a group of tourists waiting for their boat. They all seemed to shout at their boat, but it wasn't until they got ever closer that they saw it; Them. Around the group of people all cluttered up, Alexander saw people all bloodied up, attacking those in the middle with vicious ferocity. Biting, clawing, grabbing and eating them. They weren't simple shouting at them; they were crying for help. As quick as he could, he managed to get some of the people onto his boat and sail away, leaving behind those now lying dead at the pier and the rest, moaning and grabbing after the boat as it sailed away. 

[color=662d91][b]Those First Years:[/b][/color] The small group of survivors in the boat decided, after dealing with both a massive case of overcrowding and people turning to the Undead themselves, that going back to the mainland was not an option. Not at that time at least, and instead they made plans for living isolated from the infected. It was meant to be a safe plan, and for the longest time it seemed like it worked. Life was hard on the island they settled down on, supplies taken from brief raids at the coast, but they managed to go on living, not just surviving.

That was two years ago, before someone on that island died. Before anyone could react, the corpse sprung back to life, mauling its way through his wife's neck and others. Nobody knew how it had happened, at least those still alive after the incident. Regardless if the island was safe or not, Alexander couldn't stay there anymore, not after that. Alexander and a few others set sail for the mainland again, the old veteran himself vowing never to return to that God-forsaken island.

They headed north into better suited climate, though that meant nothing to the unforgiving world around them. Their numbers dwinled over time. Then the winter came, and an already weakened rag-tag group of survivors didn't fare well in the winter cold. One wandered off into the night in search of food, another was bitten by a Walker during sleep. The rest were killed when their shelter were overwhelmed by Them, while Alexander got away. Of that, however, he isn't proud. 

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[color=662d91][b]Eden:[/b]One fateful day Alexander stumbled upon the biggest life-changer to that very day when he met two ladies in a TANK. Lola and Thalia. They agreed to take him with them for a while in exchange for some fine porcelain, hence Alexander's nickname of "Mugsy" that he swear by this very day. The trio drove on further until they came upon another group of survivors, though their meeting was cut short by Mother Nature herself. Some died, many were separated, but they all agreed to go on a mission; Take out Eden, Hell on Earth. They lost Lola in the fighting, but friendships grew in the group that would live on; Alexander, Thana, Beatrice, Thalia and Manny.[/color] 

[color=662d91][b]Searching:[/b]

They headed south after that, searching for the other group. Alexander lost his leg to a bear trap, Thalia her arm to a Walker, and Thana went MIA. But they did the only thing they could do - keep moving. Always keep moving, and you will live. And somehow they did just that. By seemingly God's grace they found the other group from just before Eden, another small group of survivors and the remnants of the United States Military. This was their best chance for the future, and they took it. Alexander took it, and went to Camp Mexico Beach.[/color] 

[color=662d91][b]Camp Mexico Beach:[/b] Alexander has adapted well to the new safe environment, though his internal barriers have more easily been broken down. The week went on for mostly the better, except the one incident of him losing all control and falling into a massive flashback. But now he's better than ever, finding some purpose in that his friends - even Thana who was alive, Thank God - are safe, though he will dearly miss Beatrice. In a world of anarchy and constant change, CMB was the military rock which he could find solid ground on. Though he could only imagine what the General - The Dragon - would have in store for him.[/color] 
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[color=662d91][b]⚘ Relations[/b][/color]
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[hider=Major][right][sub][h3][b][color=0072bc]Thana Martin[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]"Welcome back, Navy…It's… it's good to see you." 
[sup]- Upon being reunited in CMB.[/sup][/sup][/right]	
	Through the rupturing of the very Earth itself, through the hellscape of Eden, through schorching days and freezing nights out on the road, through the loss of Thana and return of her later, Alexander has been Thana's loyal trooper. They've not seen eye to eye always, especially when he lost his leg. She might have taken the blame for it, but to Alexander, he felt like a massive burden to the group back then. To Thana. He'd made peace with their strained relationship when she returned alive, and he found joy in being her friend. They'd been through a lot, but now they had walked through Hell. For now all was well.

[right][sub][h3][b][color=dc143c]Thalia Carmichael[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]"Thanks Thalia, you're an angel to ol' Mugsy." 
[sup]- Being tended to by Thalia after the flashback-incident in Quarantine.[/sup][/sup][/right]	
	The two cripples have been through a lot by now, and their unlikely friendship has shown to be resilient in the face of their challenges. Alexander views Thalia as the niece he never had, someone he trusts not only with his life, but his thoughts as well. Seeing each other less outside of their work within the basement of Administration, their kinship isn't going anyhwere, though Alexander fears what she might think of his actions during the war...

[right][sub][h3][b][color=00aeef]Manny Newman[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
[sup]"You don't know when to shut up, Manny, but you're good…Thanks." 
[sup]- Alexander accepting Manny's apology after the incident in the Chapel.[/sup][/sup][/right]	
	Alexander's fellow Baby Boomer, the victim of his "Bitch Duty" as put by Thalia, the best damn dentist in the post-apocalypse. Manny has worn many different hats since they first met at the barrel of a gun, but these days Alexander has one title that stands above the rest; His friend. Manny remains the person who simply can't keep his mouth shut, and yet Alexander finds his company a safe space of stability from his broken psychie. With Manny he can laugh and smile, joke and be sincere, even if he hasn't spoken fully open about his past. With time and patience, that will come. He deserves it. For really, why wouldn't he? Manny is the damned best dentist-surgeon in the whole post-apocalypse Alexander knows. Without him, Alexander would be a lesser man in many different ways. 


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[hider=Minor][right][sub][h3][b][color=#B8860B]Nigel Cooper[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
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"So, Nigel, you acted or something then?" 
[sup]- Asked during conversation involving a certain tuna cassarole.[/sup][/sup][/right]
	While Alexander finds the young redheaded man to be odd, with his out-of-date way of speech and fascination with swords, he believes Nigel to be a good man. He seems hardworking, and he's been polite towards Alexander so far. If only he could stop giving him those questioning, wondering looks.
[right][sub][h3][b][color=4682b4]Ashton Holloway[/color][/b][/h3][/sub]
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"Good to finally meet a fellow Stones' fan out here." 
[sup]- First day of Quarantine, bonding over The Rolling Stones.[/sup][/sup][/right]
	Other than the respect Alexander has through Thana's relation to Ash, the two (former) soldiers have only sparingly crossed paths enough for casual conversation. When they have, it has always been on friendly terms. So far that's only been rock and roll, and Alexander has liked it. In due time Alexander may share war-stories. In due time. 

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[color=662d91][b]Psychology[/b][/color]
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[b][color=39b54a]Positive Traits:[/color][/b][list][*] Caring
[*] Hardened
[*] Self-less[/list][color=c0392b][b]Negative Traits:[/b][/color][list][*] Mentally scarred
[*] Enclosed
[*] Compulsive[/list][color=2F4F4F][b]Fear:[/b][/color][list][*] Booming noises [/list]
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[color=662d91][b]Abilities[/b][/color]
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[list][*] [color=662d91]Strength:[/color] 25
[*] [color=662d91]Dexterity:[/color] 24
[*] [color=662d91]Fitness:[/color] 26
[*] [color=662d91]Intellect:[/color] 28
[*] [color=662d91]Will Power:[/color] 13
[*] [color=662d91]Perception:[/color] 27
[*] [color=662d91]Attractiveness:[/color] 25
[*] [color=662d91]Luck:[/color] 18
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[color=662d91][b]Languages[/b][/color]
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[list][*] [color=662d91]English (Native):[/color] 30[/list]
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[color=662d91][b]Skills[/b][/color]
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[list][*] [color=662d91]Club:[/color] 30
[*] [color=662d91]Pistol:[/color] 50
[*] [color=662d91]Rifle:[/color] 60
[*] [color=662d91]Hand To Hand:[/color] 30
[*] [color=662d91]Fishing (Line):[/color] 59
[*] [color=662d91]Navigation:[/color] 32
[*] [color=662d91]Boat (Sail):[/color] 30
[*] [color=662d91]Business:[/color] 30
[*] [color=662d91]Communications (20th Century):[/color] 60
[*] [color=662d91]Computer Operations (20th Century):[/color] 30
[*] [color=662d91]Electronics:[/color] 70
[*] [color=662d91]Redneck Engineering:[/color] 50
[*] [color=662d91]Science (Engineering):[/color] 35
[list][*] [color=662d91]Electronic Engineering:[/color] 68[/list]
[*] [color=662d91]Science (Military):[/color] 30
[list][*] [color=662d91]Suppressive Fire:[/color] 30[/list]
[*] [color=662d91]Trade (Carpenter):[/color] 30
[*] [color=662d91]Trade (Radio Operator):[/color] 70 
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[color=662d91][b]Profession[/b][/color]
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[list][*] Radio operator: U.S. Army in Vietnam (Pre)
[*] Electronics store owner: Boston (Outbreak)
[*] Job Title: Location (Post)
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[color=662d91][b]Family[/b][/color]
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[list][*] Judith Perkins Polawski - Wife (Deceased)
[*]William Mathis Polawski - Father (Deceased)
[*]Maria Polawski - Mother (Deceased)
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[color=662d91][b]Character Trivia[/b][/color]
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[list][*] [color=662d91]Sexuality:[/color] Heterosexual
[*] [color=662d91]Likes:[/color][list][*]The Rolling Stones [*]Spending time by himself [*]Working with his hands [/list]
[*] [color=662d91]Dislikes:[/color][list][*]The Kinks [*]Enquisitive people [*]Disorder [/list]
[*] [color=662d91]Scars:[/color] Small gunshot wound at his left thigh, various cuts and bruises at his hands and arms. Burn-scars in both his palms. Left leg amputated below the knee after the beer-trap incident.
[*] [color=662d91]Piercings:[/color] N/A
[*] [color=662d91]Tattoos:[/color] N/A
[*] [color=662d91]Blood Type:[/color] O-Positive
[*] [color=662d91]Religion:[/color] Roman Catholic
[*] [color=662d91]Serial Number:[/color] 351-28-9463
[*] [color=662d91]Birthday:[/color] 8th of March, 1952
[*] [color=662d91]Face Claim:[/color] Robert De Niro
[*] [color=662d91]Nickname:[/color] Mugsy
[*] [color=662d91]Items Of Note:[/color] [list][*]Catholic rosary [*]Photo of himself and Mason in Vietnam [/list]
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