Hello, I'm Alexandre Dion Halloran
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B A S I C I N F O
In the mirror I see:
I'm this many years: 25
I love teaching: Iām one of the security guards.
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A B O U T T H E T E A C H E R
Some people say that: Back in the olden days I was a self-confident yet closeted macho man. I wanted to be big and strong and selflessly protect others (though I was interested in the fame and glory, so I'm not sure just how selfless I was.) But at least I was steadfast and stubborn and would never abandon a friend or cause. I was still like that even when I joined the royal guard. But after that day, I was reduced to a mere shade of what I once was. I can't say I give a damn about being a he-man, or about courage or dedication. I'm still not the type to ditch someone in need, but I no longer see the thrill. I'm not entirely lacking in confidence, but I do question myself often. Frankly, I'd rather everyone left me alone.
I stand at an impressive: 183 cm (6')
Well my story is: I'm the third Halloran child, born of the second (and shortest) marriage. Apparently my mother didn't care for raising two stepchildren and one of her own (plus I don't think she liked the reality of raising a baby) so she left only a few months after I was born. Thus, I can't say that I remember or care about her. Anyway, my older siblings were seven years my elder, and the next sibling was four years my younger, so I was fortunate enough to have role models to follow (though Seb, Viola, and I are very different) but I was still young enough to be a companion to my younger brother. Seb was aloof and Viola was so kind and gentle, which made me feel it was my duty to protect my siblings. I realize now that Viola has always been the strongest of us, but at the time I thought I needed to protect her so no one could ever hurt her. I suppose that's where I got my stupid ideas of what it meant to be strong and how to determine a man's worth. I suppose I was a bit shocked when Zeph and Willow's mom left, but then again my mother had as had Seb and Viola's. So why not her? Though I did really like the last one...
Instead of going the normal scholarly route, I enlisted in the guard as soon as I could, though the early years were purely training. Once I was of legal age, I became a mid-ranking soldier in the palace guard. Time and time again I proved myself in combat so much so that I became one of the king's personal guards by age twenty-two. Sadly this was very short-lived. Not quite two years in there was a serious and nearly successful assassination attempt on the king. The rebels were well-armed, well-trained, and devoutly loyal to their cause and they fought with every last fiber of their being. As men in my company fell, I was ordered to retreat and provide a secondary line of defense with my earth powers. My pitbull-esque golem, fought off anyone who even came close to attacking me while I built up the defenses. Unfortunately the leader and his terrifying darkness-aspected wolf-like golem managed to slip past the remnants of my troop. He ordered the golem to take all of the heat while he worked to dismantle my defense whereas Lupa and I worked together to neutralize the two. The rebel leader took a cheap shot at us and nearly killed his own golem. Lupa and I were badly hurt, but we refused to fail. I turned temporarily captured the wolf in a weak clay cell, but I had diverted my attention for too long and the rebel leader shot a fatal blast of fire at me. I was prepared to die as the heat hit me, yet I felt no additional pain, unfocused eyes lolling in front of me, I saw Lupa fall, most of his fur and large chunks of his flesh burnt away. I don't actually remember what happened after that. Next thing I knew I awoke in a hospital bed, swathed from head to toe in bandages, and the wolf golem laying beside me on the bed. The way she looked at me...I could feel it was my darling Lupa, just in a different shell. A doctor told me I owed my life to her: she practically drug medics to where I lay nearly dead, and if she hadn't of brought help to me when she did, I would have died. I'm supposed to feel lucky to be alive, despite what all I have lost, but in truth what really matters is I still have Lupa.
I LOVE:
- Dogs
- Kids
- Order
- The color blue
I HATE:
- Flashbacks
- Combat
- Loud noises
- The color red
I'm openly: Heterosexual
I'm terrified of:
- Sudden loud noises
- Losing more people I care about
I have a crush on: No one
I'm currently seeing: No one
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B A T T L E S T A T S
I have an affinity for: Earth
In battle I'm the: Balanced One
My trusty Golem: Lupa
Golem affinity: Darkness
Golem battle type: Aggressive
I carry a: dagger, billy club, and sometimes a shield (but I do know how to use bladed melee weapons)
In battle I'm dressed in: Light Armor
During battle I often say: "Come along quietly and no one will get hurt."
Or I might say: "Harm one hair on her, and I will bury you alive."
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E X T R A I N F O
My everyday song is: "Letters to Home" and "Morgana" by Lord of the Lost, "Say Anything" by Good Charlotte
My battle song is(Battle Theme): "The Attack of the Dead Men" and "Last Dying Breath" by Sabaton
