"“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Lives in the slums. Has a whole dilapidated camper-van to himself.ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
'Farms' and sells items in game.ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ sᴋɪʟʟs
• Living it low - He lives in the slums, he doesn't need much and he knows who to talk to to get what he needs.ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
• Fix it upper - When you don't have much money you use your stuff until it's on it's last legs, then you patch it up and keep on using it.
✔ Likes Indian food.ɪᴛᴇᴍs
✔ Likes FPS and RTS games primarily.
✔ Likes community events, gigs, bonfires, parties.
✘ Being talked over.
✘ Being Cold.
• Basic Arc systemᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
• Dilapidated Camper-van (No Engine)
• Nokia Smartphone
• old laptop
Alex is a personable lad, hard working and caring. He holds strong opinions and won't be shifted from them without putting up a fight, to some this comes across as stubbornness.ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ
Alex was born in the slums and in the slums he remains.
Growing up his family was rather well off, owning a whole flat for themselves, he even had his own bedroom, though he did have to share with his brother and sister. Schooling in the slums isn't exactly up to scratch, Alex attended a virtual school, his first taste of the Universe, hours spent each day on their old family arc system. Alex quickly became enamoured with this world where seemingly anything was possible, so much so that his sister felt the need to throw an intervention, long story short, Alex found that the real world holds just as much wonder as any virtual one. He became involved in the local community, frequently he could be found hanging out with his friends at gigs, festivals and other events. Somewhere along the line he picked up an interest in politics, in his heart the whispered preaching of the old left took hold, stories of a world where all were provided for, where the government served the people, where life saving medication was provided free of charge. Such subversive thoughts are of course not spoken aloud so much as discussed over drinks with close friends.
Eventually Alex grew up, as all people inevitably do. Supporting a household of five isn't easy in the slums, at the tender age of 14 it was time for him to contribute, but how? The Universe called Alex back, this time by necessity instead of need. He found the marketplaces of the Universe eerily reminiscent of the underground markets of the slums and soon found himself filling item requests. The first large order that he contributed towards was a huge collection of the acidic blood of the Alien franchises Xenomorphs and in the shadowy halls of that universe was he forged.
His skill as a 'farmer' eventually brought him enough money to move out of his parents flat to a place of his own, though he still sees his family often. For the slums he is relatively well off, he ekes out a good living, but that is not truly enough, in his heart of heart he dreams of a world where people don't have to struggle in the dirt just to live.