Alexander Night

By RollPlay

• April 19, 2013

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Species: Non-Pony

Appearance: Alex has a muscular, but lithe build. He stands at approximately 6'5" with a weight of 212 lbs. He is Hispanic with light-brown, blue-tipped hair he wears in a faux hawk. He has hazel eyes which he often covers with sun glasses. He wears a dark blue dress shirt open with the sleeves pushed up to just before the elbows, a white under shirt, black slacks, and black loafers. He has a silver crescent moon amulet he wears in honor of his goddess Nyx.

Personality: Alex has an easy going personality, and doesn't put much thought into his actions. The ridicule he received as a boy, due to his religion of Wicca, gives him the experience to sympathize with others and listen with an open mind. He seems like he doesn't care about much if you don't know him; however, he always puts his friends before himself.

Backstory: Alex lived in a world known to its inhabitants only as Gaea. The world revolved around science, and thus, had very little natural forests remaining. One of the smaller forests was protected from the rest of the world by a group of Wiccans who were thought insane by said world. This group, or coven, was the Night family.<br /><br />While the beliefs of the Wicca were originally non-violent, the world proved too hostile towards the Wiccans for this practice to hold. Alex's generation, which consisted of Alex and his two sisters and his brother, was the first to learn how to fight using both mortal weapons, and the magics that their goddess Nyx blessed them with.<br /><br />Alex proved to be especially gifted in wielding the five elements that created the world, due to his aptitude for magic he opted out of learning to use a gun or a bow and instead trained hard in close quarters combat such as swordsmanship and grappling. While Magic was the only art in which he could win against all his siblings, as his sisters were master rangers and his brother couldn't be bested with a sword, his flexibility due to the variety of his skills proved stronger than the mastery they possessed. <br /> <br /> On Alex's 19th birthday he was undergoing a cleansing ritual when he noticed something moving just outside of the light his torch provided. Thinking it was his brother returning from hunting he approached the creature, torch in hand. "What in Nyx's name is that?" he asked aloud upon seeing the shadowy creature.<br /><br /> "You must fight..." A voice echoed in his head.<br /><br /> "Fight what?" he asked thinking the creature is what had spoken.<br /><br /> "The balance has been tipped..." The creature leaped, slamming into his chest and engulfing him in shadows.<br /><br />He awoke on a circular platform, keyblade in hand. "What's this" he asked as he sat up "Is this a..... key?" <br /><br />"The door has opened..." the voice echoed all around him as he got to his feet.<br /><br />"What," he asked "What door?" He turned to see a large ornamental door with the creature in front of it. "You brought me here" he whispered before the creature attacked. On instinct, he swung the keyblade at the creature, felling it in one blow. He took a step towards the door, assuming it was the exit, when three more appeared surrounding him.<br /><br />"Do not fear the shadows my son" this voice was different it was the voice of a woman. "Who's there now?" he said looking around.<br /><br /> A woman appeared in front of the door. "Nyx? ..." he asked, recognizing her from the statuette in his house.<br /><br />"You have been chosen," Nyx's voice echoed around him "now go and fulfill your destiny." with a wave the woman destroyed the three creatures around him. She moved aside as the door opened. Alex walked through the door to find himself in Traverse Town.