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[center][h1][color=f72f39]Alexander Kherol[/color][/h1]

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[color=f72f39][sub][i]"Those who are willing to start violence often aren't willing to pay its price."[/i][/sub][/color][hr]

[b][color=f72f39]Full name:[/color][/b] 
Alexander Kherol

[b][color=f72f39]Age:[/color][/b] 
34

[b][color=f72f39]Race:[/color][/b] 
Human

[b][color=f72f39]Affiliation:[/color] [/b]

The Ascendancy of Man - Grand Admiral[hr]
[b][color=f72f39]Appearance:[/color][/b]
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Alexander is a fairly thin individual in the modern standard, but genetics are more to blame for this, as in actuality the Grand Admiral is very active physically, despite having reached the point where he needn't do so. For strangers and enemies, Alexander gives off an unsettling aura of intention and intimidation. Every time he shows up, they never know what his intentions are. Maybe he's looking to cooperate. Maybe he's trying to offer surrender terms. Or he is intent on wiping everybody off of existence. It's hard to know, because he always come with the high ground. For allies, everyone has noted that he gives off a very powerful sense of possibility, that they can achieve so much more under him. Alexander tends to speak more casually in private with those he knows their loyalty is secured.  

His white hair is neatly cut and well-maintained. He is commonly seen sporting his black Grand Admiral uniform - to contrast with the usual dirt green uniform of the Ascendancy's officers - a symbol of authority and order that he quickly adopted as part of his public facade. He also wears glasses, but unlike everybody else, he chooses a very thick and non-transparent glasses. He begins wearing it one day, and very few actually remembered how his eyes really look. He never took it off in public, and never really explained why. Rumors said that he has feminine eyes so he has to wear them so people would take him seriously. 

[b][color=f72f39]Height:[/color][/b]
6'3"

[b][color=f72f39]Weight:[/color][/b]
162lbs

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[b][color=f72f39]Important Item:[/color][/b]
A small picture (See sidestory chapter 3)

A pair of glasses. 

Plasma pistol (self-defense purposes)

[b][color=f72f39]Biography[/color][/b]
Alexander was born on Earth, one of the metropolitan planet in the Core World of the Ascendancy of Man, and poetically the origin of humanity itself. Rumors, whether true or false, persisted in his city that the young boy was able to compete in local chess competitions for high school students by the age of two. Nine years later, that boy beat a chess grandmaster for the first time. By the time he was seven, he attended high school and as he reached the age of thirteen, he was able to think critically and conduct certain analysis at university and post-graduate level.

His reputation spread far, but through a miraculous yet brilliant twist of fate, Alexander did not perish under the Ascendancy's early policies of using young children. Before the Ascendancy could forcibly kidnap this standout young genius, one certain nobleman, governor and politician of his planet, someone whom Alexander would look upon with respect and gratitude later in his career, offered him the opportunity to enroll in the Grand Military Academy when he reached the age of twelve. Yes, voluntarily. There, young Alexander would be given special protection from all the overly-ambitious Ascendancy's leaderships who were looking to use prodigious children as tools of their own.

There, he received over-the-top quality education that only served to further his inhuman ability. By the time he was eighteen, the normal eligible age, he went into officer training. He became a ship's midshipman aboard a Cruiser by the age of twenty, and then a captain of a dreadnought by the age of twenty-one. Things go uphill very quickly for Alexander. From the command of one individual ship, he rose to the rank of Commodore, commanding a dreadnought and two cruisers, then to Admiral, taking charge of a fleet of seven ships, consisting of cruisers, battleships and fleet carriers, with his personal capital ship. His finest hour was during the first years of the Rau've War. Alexander was the mastermind behind Operation Conundra, in which was a successful lightning military campaign against the Rau've important military targets. It is considered by most, if not all analyst, to be a spectacular tactical victory, as it disabled over half of the Rau've's space fleet in a course of a few weeks. However, some analyst considers it a strategic defeat, but most Ascendancy's military commanders see otherwise, as subsequent military actions were the prime reason for their defeats later on. Nevertheless, Alexander was promoted to the rank of Grand Admiral by the age of thirty for the successful strike.

That was the peak of his career, however. As the war progressed on, Alexander could see the Ascendancy's armies slowly stagnating in its track and entrenched. Foreseeing a long-term war, the newly promoted Grand Admiral proposes a more defensive plans, intending to play the game with them, the game that he excels at. However, the high command rejected this proposal, as they found it too passive. As a result, the scale of war gradually tipped to the Rau've, as things began to go downhill for the Ascendancy. With Alexander's effort, however, he manages to lure the Rau've forces into a decisive battle at Proxima. There, he was determined to crush the Rau've's forces with his superior ships. His initial plans for the battle was to entrench the Rau've in the defense line while destroying the backbone of the Rau've heavy ships and guns with field artilleries and carriers before steamrolling the smaller pawns with the dreadnoughts. This, however, was countered by the Ascendancy's high command, through lack of understanding of rules of warfare. This was the last straw for the Grand Admiral. He knew the Ascendancy was doomed, but didn't want his men to die in vain, so he counter-proposed to let his ships remain in reserve, ready to back up the troops at the front once the defense line was breached. His proposal was granted, but he did not keep his promise.

Before he knew it, the war was over. A peace treaty was signed, with the Ascendancy's army from an intergalactic force to almost complete destruction, with only the 1st Fleet completely intact and ready for combat. This was the wake-up call for Alexander, as he redoubled his effort to expand his military forces. He spent his post-war year maintaining order around the Ascendancy as well as speeding up several of his pet-peeve project for his army.[hr]
[b][color=f72f39]Character Traits[/color][/b]
[color=f72f39][b][u]The Mind of a Genius:[/u][/b][/color] An unexplainable inhuman intelligence, layers of complexities drilled through in just a few explanations. Allows very fast learning of knowledge and creative innovations of solutions.
[color=f72f39][b][u]Sheeps Led by a Lion: [/u][/b][/color] There is a difference between just dying for the Ascendancy and willing to die for the Ascendancy. His followers gain resistance to external coercion, whether it be magically or diplomatically, and high morale in combat.
[color=f72f39][b][u]Veni Vidi Vici!:[/u][/b][/color] An exceptional military commander by all regards, both on land, at sea or in space, feared and respected by many, both friends and foes. His victories usually come swift, brutal yet conclusive. Everyone would dread the moment the red seven-ringed flag are coming for them. Has potentials to demoralize his immediate enemies.
[color=f72f39][u][b]Megas Alexandros:[/b][/u][/color] He has big dreams, and once he wills them, no mortal could convince him otherwise. Increases resistance to all Mind Magic, greatly requires effort to be convinced diplomatically and is impossible to be subconsciously coerced through magical means. 
[color=f72f39][b][u]Physically Active:[/u][/b][/color] Physical exercise and mental intelligence goes hand in hand. It clears the mind, shifts your focuses, and sometimes can bring out subconscious ideas that you never think of. Alexander has always followed these principles during his early military training, allowing him great physicality, more resistance against fatigue or diseases, and can sufficiently sustain himself in physical combat if necessary. 

[b][color=f72f39]Theme Song[/color][/b]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaJVxPBvuB4[/youtube]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEmR39zCTH4[/youtube]
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[hider=The Last Ascendancy Commander]
Recommended read before the crew meet humanity's greatest but also troubled mind. 
[hider=Just for funsies (A lot of them are pretty cringe)]
[hider=Finest Hours (To be Revised)]
August 2374

Planet Wasa, Rau’ve’s Space Dock #3

The war had begun more than three months ago, but the Rau’ve had already been decimated. Their poorly prepared defense line would be a source of ridicule among historians for generations to come. The Ascendancy’s space fleet sliced through their lines like a knife through butter. Their once mighty two carrier space fleets now two asteroid belts of metal. The third one, having managed to escape the carnage of Alexander’s lightning campaign, retreated to the orbit of Planet Wasa, one of their Space Dock deep in their home territory, initially for refit of armaments and space planes in order to counter the superior Ascendancy’s armor and firepower. Too bad for them that they would never be able to accomplish their original objective. For by the time the Rau’ve finally got together the tools to upgrade their fleet, the Ascendancy would have been at their very door steps, with bombs all over their vegetable heads. And six months later, the Ascendancy’s flag would be flying high at their capital.

Upon the news of the Rau’ve’s second line of defense being breached, the Rau’ve’s third carrier group had instead dug into their docks and made it their fortress. With the remnants of the broken second defense line rendezvousing at the once prosperous industrial planet, they were determined to halt the rapid advances of the Ascendancy’s Navy. But if only if they knew who they were up against…

[color=f72f39]“4 Dreadnoughts, 6 Cruisers, 15 Frigates, 12 Corvettes and most importantly 3 Carriers.”[/color] Said the grey-haired admiral, wearing the standard dark grey Ascendancy’s officer’s uniform, sitting at the far end of the table. His eyes hidden behind the thickness of the glasses, adding another layer to the already present aura of mystery and chilliness. [color=f72f39]“That’s our price for the taking.”[/color]

“But they are dug into their asteroid belt, with multiple stationary guns on the asteroids. And even though we have the same number of carriers, their number of ships in total are nearly twice our numbers” Replied one other commanding officer at the table, this one sitting right next to Alexander, his embellishment missing a star comparing to Alexander’s. His voice lowered. His eyes twitched as he kept his gaze on the battlefield being replicated in the hologram right in front of him on the table.

[color=f72f39]“They fight as one we’ll kill them as one.” [/color]

“They’ve chained up now, it’d be hard to break.”

[color=f72f39]“Not with the right way.”[/color] Said Alexander, eyeing over the battle overview. [color=f72f39]“The Rau’ve's position implies they are trying to counter our lightning strike strategy. We'll present them something else at the last minute, and we shall watch them fall apart...” [/color]

And that was exactly what he did. And it all began with his explanation.

[color=f72f39][i]“The Rau’ve have chosen the battlefield in a way that can maximize the strength of their numbers. Our forces will approach them just like we usually do. Like a nailboard…”
“Lan, you will be commanding this front.”[/i][/color][hr]
The next day, what was materialized on that holographic table was right there, on the space just a few thousand kilometers wide area of space, with the asteroid belt flooded with those heavy hitting anti-armor railguns. And that would be the thing the Ascendancy’s Navy would have to break in order to win this battle. Along with the lines of guns are capital ships, frigates and corvettes taking their cover behind these meteorites, ready to meet their adversary. And right behind those things would be the reserve fleet. And behind that the carriers. Those juicy target that Alexander was longing for.

The Rau’ve was certainly surprised by the speed of the Ascendancy’s Navy, but they were not daunted. Morales were high, and they were determined. But their pride had blinded them. For the Ascendancy approached the battle line just like how Alexander had told them, but with a single twist.[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]“But this time, our dreadnoughts will not be at the front anymore. Instead, the breakthrough will be made by the heavy cruisers.”[/i][/color][hr]
And indeed, they were. Right at the front, ready to charge into the thick. And they went under the blind’s eyes.[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]”Before the charge, however, I want you two brothers, Nawal and Rar, to destroy their air group.”[/i][/color][hr]
And so the battle began. The Ascendancy’s carriers immediately sent out hundreds of their star fighters, accompanied by other ships in the fleet, though with lesser numbers. And in response, the Rau’ve also dispatched their entire fighter groups to the ensuing battle. The air fight opened the curtain for one of the most biggest space dogfight the universe has ever seen. In a narrow area of empty space, nearly five hundred fighters had slammed themselves against each other, greeting each other with bullets and metals, clashing with the others on a personal level. And those to come out victorious, could change the course of the entire battle.[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]”If we win this air fight, we win the entire battle. I cannot emphasize enough how important it is. Even if you suffer massive casualties you must gain air supremacy.”[/i][/color][hr]
All of Alexander’s hope for this battle came in the form of a few hundred fighters. He normally despised relying on one single thing in battle, but this was the only time he had to put faith in it. On the grittiness, the well-trained pilot of the Ascendancy’s Air Force.
It was chaos. A birthplace of aces, but a cemetery for hundreds of young men and women. A clash of steel, of skills, of wits, but not without blood from either sides. But the ensuing 15 minutes battle had emerged the Ascendancy as the victorious side. Air supremacy had been achieved.[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]”While the air battle concludes itself, our breakthrough forces will surge forward. The Rau’ve will definitely respond with a hail of fire from their asteroid guns.”[/i][/color][hr]
As the cruisers moved, the guns lit themselves up. Hell ensued for the heavy cruisers. Of course because the cruisers were not as heavily armored as the dreadnoughts, they were not as well protected as them. They would reach the belt faster than the dreadnoughts would, but in doing so, some began to burn...[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]”Do not relent. Once your cruisers reach the asteroid belt, you will have time to repair, in which you must, because the Rau’ve will throw ahead their reserve, to push us back.”[/i][/color][hr]
And exactly that, they surged forward, frigates, corvettes and dreadnoughts descended upon them, taking the Ascendancy’s cruisers right on their faces. The Ascendancy’s advances had been halted.[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]”At this point, the Rau’ve will think their plan worked.”[/i][/color][hr]
The cruisers slowly backed, as the Rau’ve poured down fire upon their invaders. Some unfortunate were left burning…[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]”Give ground, and let them believe.”[/i][/color][hr]
Soon, the grounds the Ascendancy had gained were handed back to the Rau’ve, as fightings intensified. Guns blazed, star fighters answered.  The entire asteroid belt was lit up by a spectacular lightshow of fire and bullet. No ships were willing to relent, as they continuously hailed down fire upon anything that moves, until they could no longer

At this point, the Rau’ve had the reason to be proud. They held their ground, they pushed the Ascendancy’s back. They thought they may have ended the myth of Ascendancy’s invincibility. And they were led to believe, as their lines between the reserve and the front began to merge[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]”It is then that we will mobilize our two dreadnoughts in reserves, and our remaining bombers, destroy the entire belt.”[/i][/color][hr]
It was too late for them.

When they had realized their mistake, they had nowhere to go. Any form of retreat would mean giving the Ascendancy the means to break their line completely. But staying would mean no different. The Ascendancy do not intend to play a fair game here. They only have one objective, and that is to obliterate the Rau’ve’s naval fleet completely.

From above and below, Ascendancy’s dreadnoughts approached, like the hammer and anvil. Their huge battle cannons turned, strangling the Rau’ve with every angle. Bombers from the carriers accompanied them in the violent purge with their shield-deactivation bombs. Once they had locked on their targets, it was when chaos descended. It was the same for the killed and the survivors. When they opened their eyes, it was a scene right from the depths of hell.

The Ascendancy blew up the entire asteroid belts. They buried the Rau’ve alive.[hr]
[color=f72f39][i]”The rest of the fleet will charge forward, surround the belt, and cut down any stragglers.
There will be no mercy.”[/i][/color][hr]
The winner had been decided in the first fifteen minutes of the fight. And the tide turned in just less than 5 minutes.

In those 5 minutes, the Rau’ve’s forces went from solid confidence and discipline into a complete riot. Those who were courageous enough to remain in the fight were cut down without mercy, their corpse dissolved in the flames of burning ships. If one still valued their very lives, then he must strip away their weapons, armor and gave themselves in voluntarily, for they may find the Ascendancy’s prison having a higher chance of survival. Those foolish enough to run away from battle, the Ascendancy spared no moments of hesitation. The lighter ships charged forward, unleashing barrages of rocket and main battery fire, disintegrating the Rau’ve’s armors in seconds.  Screams echoed, as panic settled into the ranks of the Rau’ve, until there were no more organization, no more resemblance of a military forces, just a massive hulk of crowd running fearfully for their lives. And then, there were no more…[hr]
[color=f72f39]“It was the greatest battlefield victory of the age. Their entire fleet was destroyed or captured. Not one single ship made it back to their home for any form of resistance. And above all, over fifty thousand Rau’ves, including five high-ranking generals and many officers had been declared killed in action. Our road to the capital had been opened.

Today is a victory greater than any victories the Ascendancy could have achieved throughout its one hundred years of rules. A victory that would solidify me as the greatest Ascendancy’s military commander of all time.

And yet I felt no sense of triumph…”[/color]
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[hider=The Wyvern I]
[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5188059[/url]
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[hider=The Wyvern II]
[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5189551[/url]
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[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5231175[/url]
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[hider=The Specky Sergeant]
[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5237442[/url]
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[hider=His life story]
[hider=The Mind of a Genius]
"Alright, Alex. How about you, can you solve this equation?"

The teacher said, as he gently handed his child the pen to the holographic board. A child of merely eight years of age. Among a crowd of thirty kids, all one head taller than him. 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 slid out of his chair, walked to the board and slowly, his hand holding 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=f72f39]"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]
"...In my years of teaching, I've never seen a mind like your son’s."
[color=f72f39][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]

"He possesses the mind of a genius. One that many centuries we have yet to see again."

[color=f72f39][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]

"He’s the only underaged student we have admitted, and yet he has already learnt everything we could ever hope to teach a child ten years older than him. There’s nothing more here for him to learn. Please, you have to let him go with us."

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

"He is too young..." His mother said, her voice full of indecisions.

"I am aware ma'am." The teacher responded. "But his reputation has already spread across the school. No, the district now. It is only a matter of time until the Ascendancy took notice of his unusual mind."

His mother's eyelids dropped, as if the dam was about to break. His father looked at his son, who was innocently reading the book inside his room, completely unaware of what was being discussed outside. There were inside rumors of the Ascendancy intending to kidnap prodigious kids for a special military program. And they all knew the system at play here, it wasn't that hard to believe. It was perhaps the only situation when a parent would be in painful tears upon the discovery that their child was a genius.

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

"I understand your concern. It's better to be voluntary early, than being forced out later. I know a person that can help him avoid that fate. But please..."

[color=f72f39][i]"Teacher, am I right?"[/i][/color]

"...you have to let him go."
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[hider=Once Upon a Time]
[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5242241[/url]
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[hider=The Mind of a Genius II]
[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5261931[/url]
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[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5289265[/url]
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[hider=Everything's Alright]
[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5253342[/url]
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[hider=Distant Years]
[url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5273377[/url]
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[hider=Proxima (v.2)]
He knew this would be his legacy. Like the great Napoleon who was only remembered for his defeat at Waterloo, Alexander would be remembered for this one decision that he decided not to mention to the higher ups of the Ascendancy. Not his Operation Conundra, nor the Seven Days Campaign he just emerged from completely exhausted. All because this god damned collective group of unevolved electrum-licking troglodytes, who looked at a man defeating a fleet 3 times his size 6 times over and decided to go deaf on him. The president too spoke in favor of this plan. He'd had enough. That man can flex his insecurities all he wants, Alexander would not let the consequences rolling over his own soldiers. 

He decided not to take part in this battle.

[b][color=f72f39]"When the 3rd line got counter-ambushed, which they will, that's when we will be called in."[/color][/b] Alexander's voices echoed across the map room. [b][color=f72f39]"Whatever you do, do not respond. Don't move forward, don't provide any artillery, air support and don't reply, even if they plead."[/color][/b] 

[b][color=fff257]"Ohhhh, I wish."[/color][/b] One of the admirals in the room, Lan, said. [b][color=fff257]"I'd like to see their faces when they flew too close to the sun."[/color][/b]

[b][color=f72f39]"Believe me I want to see it too,"[/color][/b] The Grand Admiral shrugged. [b][color=f72f39]"but the last thing I want are records of you taunting our own allies as they die."[/color][/b]

[b][color=fff257]"Aye, no problem."[/color][/b] She briefly replied, soldier-like. [b][color=fff257]"Alrighty then, if there's nothing more to that, I'll prepare myself to see thousands of men and women die."[/color][/b]  

Normally, Alexander would respond with something witty, but there were no good responses to the scenario. Many of these guys were conscripts that had to choose either a bullet to the head or this. The Star Marines too. They were one of those people he could relate to, despite his harsh attitude towards them, and now they were likely to just die. 

[b][color=f72f39]"Yeah that as well."[/color][/b] He simply just nodded. [b][color=f72f39]"Good luck everyone...and I'm glad to be fighting alongside all of you. Now, it's whatever comes next."[/color][/b] 

All the admirals in the room gave Alexander a simultaneous salute, before their holograms began to shut off one by one.
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Rarely ever would one see a moment of tranquility in the Grand Admiral's life. It was the roaring stream on a river; whether it be his child prodigy fame, his progression through the army academies, or his unparalleled generalship in this war, they were all propelling him into unknown territory too quickly. But today, he had his calm waters. All plans had been laid out for his generals, his officers were already preparing for the battle, the aftermath were already covered with his contingencies. At this point, there was nothing left to make himself occupied, but sitting down to actually take a deep look in the mirror. 

In that mirror, there was a man. He stood upright, his hands clasped in front of his stomach, donned in a black Grand Admiral uniform. Unlike the normal dark grey officer uniform of the Ascendancy military, the black represented power and terror, befitting the individuals worthy of such authorities. Indeed he could feel the power radiating from this cotton fabric. People cower, soldiers stand at attention, officers listen, officials drawn toward, the person wearing this uniform commanded a certain recognition without the need to prove leadership or competence. As such, in a way, he felt a certain comfort donning this uniform. The man was a force of nature, his ingenuity brought about many victories for his followers, his charisma brought hope for everyone who listened.  

His hands raised up for his eyes, his two fingers pinched the two end pieces near the hinges, moving it away from him. And right there was Alexander, and his once charming lively eyes had gone a little dull over the years. He loved puzzle games, board games, reading books, or just trying out new things, new activities that he probably never knew existed. He loved talking to people too, sometimes just chilling out with them over a good movie, a cup of tea or a funny topic that he could ramble into the night. But who in this universe would willing to sit down with him for that? Who would be willing to learn about his love for a good romance story? In this uniform, who would be willing to do all of that?

Alexander washed his hands and face before exiting the bathroom to his desk. He tried to turn the desk lamp on, but it apparently broke. Something to notify the logistics team for sure. But for now, he was going to turn on the room light instead, as he wasn't going to do much. But something told him not to. He reached out for his drawer instead. The one at the very bottom, his hands grabbed a few things in it and laid them out carefully in front of him. One was a small picture. A paperback picture. Not very commonly seen nowadays. And in it was a young boy, gray-haired but without glasses, smiling prettily. The boy was barely even six when this picture was taken. And next to him, crouching and holding onto his shoulder was another person with the gorgeous silky platinum hair, tied into a side bun whilst the rest left hanging down to her waist. Her smile perfectly matched her beauty. And standing right next to the two mother and son was the final puzzle to make a happy family. At the back of the picture was a beautiful feminine handwriting. The other was also a paperback picture, this boy had grown a little from the last one, surrounded by a group of kids his age. One of them was a tangerine-haired girl, overflowing with energy in her ponytail and sky-blue eyes, while another blonde girl was charming and welcoming from her kind smile. The back of the photo still carried all their names. 

The last item he took out was a wooden-electrum mixed figure. A small figure that could lie comfortably in his palm, shaped like a tower, a crown and a ball on top of it. A majestic queen, the most powerful and most important piece on the chess board, one that under no circumstances should Alexander allow her to be lost. Standing next to the two photos, in the dark it glowed beautiful apricots, as Alexander laid on his desk observing. The amber light illuminated his eyes, giving the Grand Admiral a brief peace of mind in the dark juncture he found himself at.
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