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Alexander R. Light
Member No.: 1,162
Joined: 12-March 07
Name: Alexander R. Light
Date of Birth: March 28, 1989
Hometown: Heís lived a variety of places and prefers not to call any of them home.
Abilities: The first vital piece of information that you need to know before any of his abilities are explained is that all of his powers are provoked by his emotions. Alex cannot simply will his power to work if he concentrates hard enough. The only way to bring his abilities out is for him to feel the need of something. Anger has always been his primary source for this emotion to call fourth his abilities.
Alex knows that he has the ability to heal himself, although this comes at a cost. He can energize and heal himself, only if he pulls the life force of another out of that otherís body. Most of the time, this will not kill a person unless Alex is so completely absorbed in his anger that he feels the absolute need for that person to die, and their death is even easier to bring on if that person is weak, emotionally, mentally, or physically. The rage to do this has only overwhelmed Alexander twice, when he killed his brother, and when he killed two scientists that held him prisoner.
Another ability of his is a counter to this. He can heal others, but as you would suspect it takes the energy from him and he has to feel whatever pain they feel and take it upon himself. You could call it empathy. An example would be if someone had gotten a paper cut. He could heal the paper cut, but Alexander would feel the pain of that cut as it transfers from the person who received the wound to him. The scar would not be there, but the pain still would be.
Both of these reasons prevent him from using his powers unless he absolutely has to.
Hair Colour: Brown & Cut Short
Eye Colour: Aqua-marine (Greenish-blue)
Alexander is tall and has a strong build. Because he enjoys playing athletic sports so much, his body is ripped, although he hardly notices. He isnít bulky and slow, but heís certainly not small. Also on his body, mainly in his arms and torso are scars from when he was kept in the lab for a year and a half of his life, from the various experiments done on him.
His eyes are a green-blue color, that almost always have a spark in them. Itís rare that there isnít an overwhelming amount of energy bouncing in those ocean colored eyes, along with that energy, his emotions also show from them. It is said that the eyes are windows to the soul, and that is very true in this case. Even if you canít see what heís feeling in his expression, his eyes show everything. They can show everything from anger, hate and frustration, to love, tenderness, and empathy.
When it comes to clothing, Alexander has a fairly normal taste. He likes pants and shirts. Most of the time heíll wear bright colored shirts, red being his favorite, and usually their either just simple t-shirts or short sleeved button up shirts. Thatís in the summer, but in the winter he usually wears simple sweaters, jackets, and sometimes hooded sweatshirts. Occasionally heíll be caught wearing some plane colors like white or black, but it is rare and usually when heís not feeling so energetic. Because Alexander is so athletic his baggy jeans usually have grass stains on them and sometimes have a hole or two. His shoes are in much the same condition. He only has two pairs of shoes, his hiking boots, that he uses for hiking(obviously) and other outdoor sports, and then his tennis shoes, that are very beaten up. At one point in time they were white, but now they seem to be so stained that they have turned to a greenish brown color, and the souls of them are becoming so thin that a duct tape might be needed to fix the hole soon.
Mother's Name: Anne J. Olson-Light
Father's Name: Richard M. Light
-Jenny L. Light (15) (F)
-Linda A. Light(19) (F)
-Jeremy R. Light (12) (M) (R.I..P.)
.:Background and Personality
To start off Alex is adventurous, ambitious, impulsive, enthusiastic and full of energy. He is a pioneer in action, very open to new ideas and a lover of freedom. He welcomes challenges and will not be diverted from his purpose, except by his own impatience, which will surface if he doesnít get quick results.
Alexander subjects as a courageous leader with a genuine concern for those that he commands, being responsible a responsible, it is rare that he will use his subordinates to obtain his own objectives as a leader, but occasionally it does happen. He does not make very a good follower because he is too "take charge". He may be unwilling to obey or submit to directions for which he can see no reason, or with which he disagrees. He is very concerned with himself, both positively and negatively - self-reliant but also self centered (sometimes) and concerned with his own personal advancement and physical satisfaction. His immense energy makes him aggressive and restless, argumentative occasionally, headstrong, quick tempered, easily offended and capable of holding grudges if he feels affronted.
But along with some of these bad traits are some good traits as well. Alex doesnít like to use people or to be used. Heís protective to those that he grows fond of and in general is a nice person if his temper isnít sparked. He enjoys talking to people, just not under pressure. When heís nervous he will either become frustrated and then angry or he will give way under the pressure and stumble over the simplest of things. When Alexander feels something he tends to be very frank about it. Sometimes this is put off as bluntness but however you look at it, he tells the truth in most things.
Alex does not like lying or being lied to, and he would much rather suffer the consequences than betray a friend. He can be very emotional at times and though he doesnít always show it, his feelings can be hurt.
His energetic and adventurous outlook on life sometimes tends to let people look at things through a different perspective, and because of this he gains friends at a fairly quick rate.
-Coming In First
-Ice Cream (Mainly Chocolate)
-Bright Colors (Mostly Red)
-Most Food (Not Including everything thatís healthy for you, of course)
-Being Lectured to
-Salad and Vegetables
-Whole Wheat Bread
-Dull Colors (Such as Gray)
Strengths: Alexander is good at most sports, which only adds to his liking of them. He is fairly skilled at talking with other people and socializing, but can hardly be called an expert. Because of his usual energetic approach to things Alex tends to draw some people to him while others may shy away.
Believe it or not, despite his uncaring opinion of literature and the sort, when he does jot down a poem or two, they tend to be very moving, or so heís been told.
It may not be a skill, but when it comes to sweets and desserts Alex has knack for being able to eat a gargantuan amount of it without becoming full or getting sick.
Weaknesses: When it comes to talking with people, like stated before he is no expert. Alex is a bit rough when it comes to that. He has enough charm to gain peopleís liking but not enough to stop himself from acting like a fool. He tends to stumble over words and fumble with his fingers or buttons or pockets when ever heís under pressure, no matter what the pressure is.
He also has a problem with his temper from time to time. He becomes frustrated easily and that frustration soon turns to anger, which then, if pushed further, can turn to rage. Sometimes certain types of people that tend to ďrub the wrong wayĒ when speaking with Alex can find ways to push his buttons easily and this provokes his anger even quicker.
Because Alex is very adventurous and impulsive he tends not to think things through when he should. Heís a daredevil, and heís not afraid to show that off. Unfortunately this may just lead to his own death. If someone were to dare him to jump off of a tall cliff then he would do it with out hesitation. Heís impatient and tends to ward people away when things canít be done fast enough.
Biggest Fear: He fears not ever being able to participate in any sports because of an injury of some sort, even if it is caused by the sport. Heís afraid of getting stuck in a job where he is forced to sit and work on paperwork all day long. Although his biggest one is probably growing close to someone and then having them be hurt, or hurting him, although this fear is not voiced so much as the other ones.
Adventurous and energetic
Pioneering and courageous
Enthusiastic and confident
Dynamic and quick-witted
Selfish and quick-tempered
Impulsive and impatient
Foolhardy and daredevil
Quirks, Bad Habits, Pet Peeves: He has a bad habit of stumbling over his words when heís under pressure, and also a bad habit of fiddling with objects or looking around when heís being spoken to. You might say that his head always seems to be in the clouds. Alexander has a habit of biting his nails, which he has tried to break, but has yet to do so. One of his Pet Peeves is when someone is being too slow at saying or doing something. He hates it when things are too slow.
Favorite Food: Sweet Desserts
Favorite Color: Bright Red
Favorite Animal: Dog
Favorite Season: Autumn
Favorite Sport: Fishing & Foot Ball (Soccer)
Favorite Flower: Snap Dragon
Favorite Book: The Sword of Truth Series
Favorite Movie: Mission Impossible
Favorite Song: Rain;;Breaking Benjamin
Interests: First off, Alex is interested in in almost all sports, from extreme sports, such as cliff jumping, and wake boarding, to American Foot Ball. He enjoys watching them almost as much as playing them and it takes little to get him pumped up when heís participating in either. While weíre on the subject of sports and activities itís probably appropriate to mention that he also enjoys many outdoor sports. Alex likes fishing, hiking, as well as rock climbing and snowboarding. Name any sport, besides the ďextremelyĒ extreme and itís likely that he will have done it.
Heís also interested in women, like most men, and sometimes he canít stop his eyes from wandering to where they shouldnít now and again. But his mind isnít totally consumed in . . . that sort of interest.
Alexander takes interest in books but not to a high degree. He would rather be doing something a bit more physical outside than reading; and that also applies to artistic aspects of life as well. Alex can stop to look at a painting, or read a poem for a moment or two but he wonít stay interested in it for too long. If he has absolutely nothing better to do, then he has been known to scribble some sort of literature on a paper or doodle a small sketch, but nothing beyond that. Because of his constant impulse to move, Alex also is disinterested in working in a sort of office, he would much rather earn a living by labor, even if the pay is worse and itís harder work.
History(Must be at least 200 Words)
Alexander as born to two average people in America as their first child. Now being normal people they never expected that Alex would be anything other than their little boy who would grow up into a normal healthy man, and in the beginning that's how it started. He seemed a normal child, in a normal family. Being the first born Alex got a lot of attention when he was growing up. His parents weren't exactly the best parents in the world, each had a full time job, but they did their best to provide a comfortable life for him. They lived more in the western part of the United States, Texas to be exact. They lived in an area of Texas where it's green and there's plenty of 'fresh air' around them. They lived more of a rural lifestyle. Alex grew up happily.
His father first taught him how to fish and hunt. It was a common way that they spent their time together. His father was a big fan of baseball and American football so they tended to play a lot of that. Now, Alex didn't mind either of those sports, in fact he liked them very much. Alexander liked most sports, but when he started school he had noticed that many of his classmates had joined in on a game of soccer, and of course being the little boy that he was, he wanted to try. Alex enjoyed soccer very much and he continued to play it, as well as the other sports with his father.
As the years passed and he grew older Alexander gained three younger siblings. The first being Linda, who was five years younger than him. Having a new baby sister at first seemed a shock to him, and because of this he was constantly by her crib, watching her curiously. But it didn't take long for him to figure out that he didn't want to be around the baby as much when she started crying for seemingly no reasons. The next was another baby sister, Jenny. This time, luckily, he had a little bit of an easier time adjusting. Alex couldn't help but wish that she were a boy. So from the first day that she began to learn he started to turn her into a boy. He tried to make her act like a little brother, by what he 'thought' that a little brother was supposed to act like. As most would predict, it didn't work very well. Girls just couldn't be boys. But, since he was still their older brother Alex was constantly with them, either watching them or trying to teach them new things that he thought that they should know. He seemed to have given up hope that he would ever have a baby brother until his mother was expecting again. His youngest sibling, was in fact a boy. Alex could hardly contain himself, and with all of the energy he had his parents were forced to shew him away from the baby in fear that he might hurt him. His little brother was Jeremy.
As Jeremy grew older Alexander was constantly trying to teach him things, like he had tried to teach Jenny. He was trying to teach Jeremy how to be a little brother; how to be a boy. This didn't work out either though. Jeremy was rather sickly compared to his older brother and much more fragile. Jeremy had tried to keep up with Alex when they had played ball games, but he just couldn't. It wasn't just the fact that he was younger, but also because he had inherited some genetic illnesses from his mother as well as some of his own from who knows what reason. Jeremy just didn't have the energy to keep up with Alex. (Few did) When Alexander was around the age of twelve he had tried to take Jeremy out fishing, but an accident happened where Jeremy had almost lost his life. And after that Alex's parents didn't let Jeremy go out with his older brother any more.
Alex could hardly believe that he had finally gotten a brother only to get a wimp of one. It was stupid! He couldn't even teach him how to fish or hunt, or play soccer. Alexander had always had a temper, and occasionally when he became frustrated, overwhelmed or didn't get his way he would throw massive tantrums, but now that he had been restricted from even playing with his little brother his temper grew even hotter. He ended up directing his anger at Jeremy, who was in no state to take such tongue lashings and even a couple of angry punches before their parents could pull Alex away. It's sad and unreasonable but as time wore on Alex found that he had grown to dislike his little wimpy brother with a passion, maybe even so much as hate him. His brother was so slow about everything and he never wanted to do anything fun.
Alexander's magic had never shown itself until his uncontrollable rage finally exploded towards Jeremy when he was thirteen. Their parents had gone out for the night on a sort of 'date' that they did every so often, and had left the four children with a babysitter. This babysitter didn't really care much what happened to the children, only about the money and how much time she could spend with her boyfriend outside of her own house. As far as Alex was concerned this was fine. There would be no one to stop him. The three of Alex's younger siblings had been building some sort of structure out of legos, and that's when Alex decided to suggest playing outside. It would be much more fun than playing with blocks. He came forward and suggested the idea, rather demandingly and the girls both wrinkled their noses at him shaking their heads, and that's when Jeremy spoke up.
"Mom and dad don't want me to go outside with you," he said in a soft and hushed tone, that only provoked Alex's anger.
Alex's rage boiled up as he watched Jeremy. His little brother who was supposed to be his pal, his friend. They were supposed to play ball together. Alex had wanted to teach Jeremy how to play soccer and how to catch frogs, but instead he got a little weakling for a brother who couldn't do any of that. He hated him! That's when Alex began yelling, screaming at Jeremy, even worse than he had ever done before. Alexander even used 'naughty' language that he had heard at school. He beat down on Jeremy's spirit with his words, and after that he launched towards him in a rage. There was no stopping him now. His fists pounded on his little brother, blood spilled from Jeremy's nose. He beat at his little brother until finally he felt someone struggling to wrench him free of his little brother. Alex fought with all his might to stay and beat the life out of Jeremy but finally he gave in to the hands that pulled him free. It was his babysitter, whom had finally drawn herself away from her boyfriend to see what all of the fuss was about.
Jeremy sat sobbing uncontrollably. Purple bruises had begun to show up on his skin, and face. Blood gushed from his nose. Alex watched the blood run down and he couldn't help but grin. He actually liked it. He liked it that his little brother was in pain. He deserved it!
"'Alex! What are you doing!?"
"I hate him!" he yelled towards the babysitter. "I hate him so much! He can't do anything!" He wiped some of Jeremy's blood from his face. "I want him to die!"
Suddenly there was a gasp, and when every one went to look, Jeremy was lying with his eyes open and unmoving. The babysitter's eyes went wide. She hurried to Jeremy, checking for breathing and pulse. There was none. The babysitter went to hurry and try C.P.R. but Alex didn't wait to see if she could bring him back to life. He didn't want to watch if she succeeded in doing so. Alexander made his way to their backyard and picked up his soccer ball. Alexander kicked it, and kicked it that night. He kicked it so hard into the fence that he thought the wood of the fence might be knocked over. That would be cool if it did. It would just show how strong he was. Jeremy would never be able to do that. His thoughts had drifted away from his little brother as he had been kicking the ball but now that they were back he scowled. Alex was still mad, but that was being replaced by another feeling. Regret. Tears welled up in his eyes before they began falling. Alex curled up on the grass and drifted off to sleep, trying to wash away everything.
Alex couldn't remember what had happened. He only remembered falling asleep outside and then waking up in the car. His dad was in the front seat driving somewhere. Alex glanced around. Why was there no one else in the car? A sudden thought sprang to him and a grin spread across his lips. Maybe his dad was taking him to the park to play some ball. They hadn't done that in a long time. He watched as they passed the park and then decided to ask where they were going. His father didn't answer, he only looked into the rear view mirror grimly. They finally stopped at an airport. What were they doing at an airport? Alex had no idea. Where they going somewhere? Maybe picking up someone? As they got out of the car and his father pulled out a suit case from the trunk he finally spoke, in a very depressed tone.
"Alex, your mother and I have been thinking . . . Well, we think that you need some help. We found a nice school for you that can help you with your . . . Well . . Your problems." his father trailed off. Alexanderís temper flared. He didnít have problems! But soon his temper died down at seeing his fatherís tears. Alex had never seen his dad cry before. "Well, the school is really far away, and you need to go there." He shut the trunk of the car roughly.
"You killed him, Alex! Damn you!"
Alex stumbled back a couple of steps in shock. Just like he had never seen his father cry before, Alex had never been yelled at like this before.
"Go inside, there's someone there waiting for you." Alex was still confused, he began to mumble something as tears began to roll down his own cheeks. "I said go! Get away!" With that his father shoved the suit case into Alex's hands and shoved him towards the airport. Alexander didn't hesitate. He ran. He ran as fast as he could inside and through the halls. He wouldnít stop, he couldn't stop. His dad had told him to go. Fine! He was going to go. Alex ran face first into a tall woman who seemed to be wearing the most proffecinal clothing that he had ever seen. She had on black slacks a white button up dress shirt and then a black jacket that reached to her knees. He hadnít ever seen cloths like that, at least not up close. Usually people that dressed like that were mean and didnít like children. He noticed the patch that was on her jacket that had a big ďRĒ on it, and was embroidered with gold and silver thread. He didnít know what the ďRĒ stood for, and he didnít really care. Alexander couldn't hold it in anymore. He dropped the suitcase and hugged onto the woman tightly, not caring that he didn't know who she was. He sobbed, and the woman just stood there.
"Are you Alexander Light?" she asked, her voice soft.
Alexander was taken to Rhinehornís Academy. Supposedly it was a school that helped children with Ďproblemsí as his father had said, but personally, Alex had to disagree. If anything, the school made those problems worse. Alexís problem, had been his uncontrollable temper, and because of that councilors were always talking to him. He couldnít get a momentís peace. The actual building of the school was nice, much nicer than his old public school back in Texas, but that didnít make up for the annoying people that were always prodding him. He was soon became sick of all of the councilors and sessions with other students with Ďproblemsí. All that Alex wanted to do was play some soccer.
He grew to learn that letting his temper slip easily when he was at the school was a mistake. They were supposed to be helping with controlling his temper, and yet when it slipped he got locked in the blue room. The room was small and it had nothing but a chair in it, no windows, and only one long strip of light on the ceiling. He hated going in the blue room. The walls were painted blue, thus itís name the Ďblue roomí. The blue of the walls was supposed to calm you down, but it only made Alexander angrier. Locking him up in a room like that wasnít going to calm his temper. A couple of times, after he had served his time in that room he had come out, appearing calm but then soon began throwing punches and kicks at the councilors and instructors that had locked him in there. And because of this he was thrust into the blue room again.
Alexander grew to learn that he couldnít let his temper slip so much or else he would be put in the blue room, but that didnít mean that his rage wasnít there.
As he grew older, he began to make friends, although they were strange because they also had Ďproblemsí. A couple of times, Alex had healed them with his growing abilities. All of their wounds had been minor, and no one else knew about his strange powers.
When he turned fifteen, there was a girl that he liked. Sarah Donna May. She was supposed to be in the academy because she had become withdrawn into herself when she was younger. For years Sarah hadnít even spoken. She hardly spoke even then, after years of councilors. Alexander had tried to make conversations with her and be as nice as he could with out getting frustrated when she wouldnít speak to him. He knew that it wasnít exactly her fault that she wouldnít talk. One time though, he did get angry with her. He yelled at her for being so weak and not speaking, he even shoved her. Unfortunately when he shoved her, they had been on the cement stairs in the front of the building. Sarah, had tripped over her heals and had tumbled down the stairs. Instantly Alex regretted what he had done.
He hurried down the stairs to find that she was seriously injured. He was near panic, and he needed to heal her, if he didnít then he suspected that she would die. Alexander knew that sometimes his power wouldnít work, but right now he needed it to work. He focused, and called for the will and emotion to work his abilities. A warm glow enveloped them both, and Alexander took on her physical and mental pain. It was hard, and at some points he didnít think that he would be able to bear it, but in the end he did. When he sank away from her, not only was her body healed, but also what ever wounds inside of her from the passed were healed as well. And Alex felt all of it. Convulsions racked his body and he attempted to still himself. People had seen what had happened and soon instructors were running out. Something sharp dug into the back of his neck and the lights went out.
Alexander awoke to a bright light. He was lying on his back, looking up into it. He wasnít sure what was happening, but then groaned as he remembered what had happened before he blacked out. Sarah. She was okay, but he was sure that she hated him for getting angry with her.
It turned out that because of the strange occurrence with him healing Sarah he had been sent to a lab quite a ways away. Supposedly they needed to figure out what his odd abilities were. If the academy was bad, then this was worse. He endured the constant prodding and sticking of needles. He was monitored the whole time and when he slept he only had a small cell that he couldnít escape from. It was more than a couple times that Alex became angry, but he was restrained before his rage could reach the level that it needed to release his power.
He endured at least a year of this if not more. In that period, time was lost to him. Alexander hadnít known if it was night or day. His mind didnít register time anymore, it only registered the pain and the hope that it would be over soon.
Finally, one day his mind fixed on escaping the place. He had to. Alex called upon the anger that he needed. He needed to build up his fury, make it burn hot in his chest and spread throughout his body so that he could use his power and get away. When the scientists came to retrieve him, he pushed his power with the need of it. He wanted these people dead, he needed to see their lifeless corpses on the floor. And thatís what he did. In moments the two scientists that came to retrieve him were dead. It had taken a considerable amount of effort to suck all of the life out of them, but he did, and now he felt rejuvenated from how much they had ground him down.
He escaped from the place with little trouble after that. Alex was stronger than the scientists, especially with the extra energy that the two dead ones had given him. Now, almost seventeen, Alexander made his way out into the world and in the beginning barely survived. He had sunk low enough to steal money to buy food and some decent cloths. He continued like this for months, and then finally something happened.
As he had been walking out in some fields, searching for a suitable place to spend the night fire suddenly erupted from the ground in front of him. It was a straight line, and out of curiosity, he followed this line without question. He followed it and what he found was enough to make he gasp. Flames flew up from the ground in words. Huge words. It took a while for Alex to even walk around the letters to read it. But finally he did.
What was this place? Itís needless to say that Alexander found out and without hesitation he traveled there.
This post has been edited by Chris Giliphry on Mar 1 2008, 10:00 PM
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