Name: Alexandros Leftelias Evangelos Elias Phloropoulos|
Alignment: Neutral Good
Social Class: Nobility
Occupation: Engineer, Inventor, Illuminator, Alchemist
Race: Human (Vampire)
Nationality: Morrimian/Ashokan (Morrimian Father, Ashokan Mother)
A swordbreaker, or single edged short sword, the reverse edge being a series of notches into the metal which are used to catch a blade on. The weilder then twists their own weapon, snapping the opponents blade. He is also more than capable of using a crossbow effectively (this happens to be his weapon of choice) and keeps a heavy crossbow loaded and waiting on his workbench. Just in case. Her name is Clarice.
A modified flintlock pistol with silver embellishments that is usually thrust through his belt. It fires energy, rather than lead shot and is fueled by inserting magically charged objects into the caged grip, or from drawing directly from the user.
Alexandros stands at 6'2, with an average build leaning towards the gaunt side. Coupled with his height, it gives him a typically lanky look. He is slightly muscular from military training with the sword but not overly so as he does not spend excessive hours at it. His face is typically angular with a thin pointed nose and high cheekbones that speak of his Ashokan heritage, his mouth not prone to smiling, though it has been said that he is in possession of a particularly devilish one, should it be drawn from him. More often than not he will be missing most of, if not all of his eyebrows.
His skin is naturally olive toned, though pale from lack of sunlight, and he tans easily. His eyes are a steely grey, his hair is dark and wavy, though it appears to hold a mauve tint in light. He's recently taken to wearing his hair cut to above shoulder length and parted on the left, and pushed back from his forehead in a most unruly tangle. Combined with his beard, which is short and resembles a goatee following the line of his jaw, it serves to give him something of a roguishly dashing appearance. Often he allows his hair to grow to the middle of his back, keeping it in a loose plait, and tends to go clean shaven. He enjoys dressing classily and putting on a show but for the most part, when involved with his passion, he simply doesn't care. His clothing is often burned or torn in places. Being a wealthy noble means that clothes are expendable. He usually makes sure he's brushed up before he leaves the house though.
Most of his 'formal' clothing bears the emblem of his family, which is a shield with a small green bird in flight over it, and he also wears a pin of said bird on his collar.
Alexandros bears several scars, one pale line beneath his left eye where he nearly lost it to a sizeable chunk of glass after an experiment backfired. His chest and the tops of his thighs are likewise marked with numerous little nicks where the lacerations were. A punctured mark on his right shoulder and one in his hip tell of being shot twice by arrows, the latter being barbed and leaving a puckered wound. Around this too is a faint stippling almost to the armpit where he was hit by shrapnel when one of his explosives detonated too quickly on a catapult, pelting him with splinters of wood.
He has recently mangled his hand in a crash, and is now missing the smallest and part of the one to it, fingers on his left hand. He's taken to stuffing his hand in his pocket or wearing gloves to conceal the fact, since it makes him so self conscious. He also has a large deep scar above his right hip where he took a sword chop into his side.
His left shoulder also has a tendency to dislocate on impact. He is, perhaps surprisingly, not a clumsy man by nature, but it has been known to happen.
As a vampire, there is little to speak of that is particularly 'special.'
His canines are a touch longer than perhaps is ordinary, and when venturing in daylight, he tends to wrap up well, to the point that no skin is on casual display. Typically, the sunlight causes him to immediately break out in a scarlet rash and become fatigued and achy, as if suffering from systemic lupus, or photo sensitivity. Continued exposure will, within a few minutes begin to take a more drastic effect as his skin will char and burn away to ash. The more intense the light level, the faster this takes effect, a sudden high burst of UV being capable of killing him in less than a second.
He cannot in fact, turn into a small flying rodent, nor is he allergic to garlic or silver.
Alexandros is a relatively withdrawn person, not much given to small talk or the majority of social etiquette, though he tries. Though he was raised a noble, he spent a good time as part of the Mirrimian army, and old habits die hard. He drinks, he swears and curses, and on the rare occasion has been known to spit, though he's mostly had that slapped out of him. He often comes across as cold and aloof, or clinically detached and incredibly apathetic. Mostly he just doesn't really know how to respond. There is a warm heart in there, somewhere, though he's often troubled, battling his conscience, and does or says these things unthinkingly, almost uncharacteristicly so.
Though passionate about his work he appreciates that not many understand the finer points of engineering and schematics in detail, nor are willing to hold a philosophical debate, let alone do it while he works on some new mechanic or fills the room with vile-smelling smoke. He is polite enough to visitors but spends much of his time alone creating things, working with the military to form better defences and training his own personal skills. He is a lonely person, lacking many close friends and receives mixed reception from the nobility and commoners of Morrim. His nature is polite enough to remain distant with strangers, though his speech holds a touch of the commoner shown here and there in slang words and the enjoyment of a crude joke. Yet he comes from the nobility himself and cannot truly be accepted by the lower classes, and though respected for his military duties in the upper classes, his constant contact and affiliations with those in the lower separate him somewhat from those of the upper as well.
He enjoys dancing and music and is a fair musician, being adept at playing the piano and harp, though that has become more difficult with the loss of the fingers on his left hand. He is relatively soft spoken unless he's had a fair bit to drink, which isn't uncommon, since he's notably got a problem with alcoholism, and becomes brash and outspoken, and incredibly arrogant. It is rumoured that once drunk however his sword skill increases, that he becomes far more adept at using a bladed weapon when he can barely stand for the room spinning than he can when he is sober. Known for shutting himself away for days at a time in his rooms, his housemaid often worries about him, what with the random explosions and scent of smoke, crashing and clanking that come from behind the doors, they also fear to go in for what they might find, and generally stay out.
It is also rumoured that said rooms are riddled with traps, and that he is a dangerous person to consider attacking because he carries explosives around in his pockets, though this is thrown into dubious light however for what person in their right mind, no matter how eccentric would carry something that could blow them to smithereens on their person?
He will however speak his mind, especially if he disagrees with something. This is likely a trait picked up from his uncle Zeno. He's generally not afraid to call people out on their stupidity, which has gotten him into trouble a couple of times.
Alex happens to be known to be an irritatingly hard catch at court, for the simple reason that he scorns the frivolous displays and tittering nobility. His elderly mother often sets him up to visit ladies with hopes that he will marry, but he as of yet remains a bachelor.
He is the second son to Demitrios Phloropoulos and his wife Maria, having one older brother and two younger sisters. From an early age he learned that his family was wealthy, but his father taught him that if he was to have something then he must earn it, as an attempt to teach him to be hardworking for the future he had planned. Being a relatively traditional family, as second son Alexandros was to be sent to join the Morrimian army once he came of age, and much of his youth was spent learning things that would otherwise be useful in the future, such as the finer points of horse riding, swordplay and mounted combat. He also received tutoring on subjects such as mathematics, music, art, history and philosophy, the last of which he excelled in, the majority of these subjects being such that they should prepare him for taking over the management of the estate in the event something should happen to his older brother, who was to inherit, and for his mother's sake, make him more presentable in the court should she choose to make it known he was looking for a suitable wife.
Once he was of age he was sent away to the army where he was discovered to have a talent for engineering, of which he was taught in, and has in his time serving, both built, repaired, and dismantled or sabotaged enemy war machines. His fascination in engineering bred from this and when he was wounded on the field and discharged, he all but vanished until recovered again..with several new inventions of course.
During the war, his brother, father and mother contracted a wasting disease, both his brother and father passing, while his mother barely survived, and left as a shell of her former self, the younger daughters already being married and no longer living at home. After the funeral Alexandros took up the management of the estate, and began appearing in the courts, which he made a point of doing at least once a week at first to appease his mother, then gradually less, until it was once a month, then stopping almost entirely. He had become a recluse and stayed in all the time, forgetting to eat, refusing to sleep, while he worked on the things that he said would 'change the world.'
He still builds for the army, and is particularly noted for inventing weaponry and siege machines. He has in the last five years however sold the estate and moved further out into the wilds in a much smaller and less grand home. He argues that as it is only himself and his mother, they do not need an excessive amount of rooms, he rarely invites anyone to stay, and except for the staff, they have no one to fill the rest of the house. Truly however, the memory of the family he lost haunts him, and had been eating at him constantly in the house where they had all laughed together, dined together, lived together. He wanted to be away, somewhere further from the city, so he'd have no excuse to go visiting prissy women in their enormous finery, or presenting himself in whatever lace and ruffles his ageing mother thought made him look 'marvellous,' be it her concern or otherwise that he was unmarried, and wasn't honestly interested in doing so.
Alexandros frequently makes trips into the city of Kinaldi to acquire materials and 'talk shop' to those who would pay for his services, for whatever reason, as well as take care of any business that the army might require, if called in.
As an aside, one of the mentors he had when he was a teenager was his uncle Zeno Phloropoulos, the brother of his father, whom he still keeps in contact with and is on friendly terms.
Additionally, he generates money for the family (other than his inheritance) by selling concotions created through his knowledge of alchemy, as well as alchemical products, though he rarely sells anything to be used for healing purposes, as well as 'night flowers', or as we know them, fireworks. (Illuminator) They tend to be expensive as well as difficult to make correctly and he only sells them to buyers he has personally met, and believes he can trust as used in the wrong situation they can be highly dangerous. This doesn't put him above making shady deals like this, in which he expects the buyer to be honest with him what they want his good for, and hopes they don't intend on blackmailing him. The last one who did received a none too pleasant social call from 'Clarice'.
And, though he has lived in Morrim most of his life, he feels no real ties to it other than the army, so were the circumstances (and no doubt coin) right, he would just as well move and work for someone else were they to offer him a better proposition.
- He would have been married five years previously to a noble in the region of Morrim named Arrianne Nouchalis, but wouldn't give up his profession for her, which she deemed unsafe. He's barely seen her since, but she is married and had two children now.
- Recent events include him jailbreaking a friend (Cricket) out of an Eldarhar prison, and burning it down in the process, not to mention the deaths of several guards both caught in the fire, and simply cut down as they tried to stop him leaving.
- He was recently involved in the quest to recover the Telhamite Stone and restore Morrim's ravaged land thanks to the effects of the Eye of Zanna.
Excellent horseman, inventor and entrepreneur, enjoys Romani girls particularly if they are dancing as well, lacks finesse of speech expected in the gentry, claustrophobic, atheist, argumentative, dislikes his name - especially being called by the full version which his mother is quite good at doing when he annoys her, which happens often, se has named his favourite crossbow 'Clarice', though he's not exactly published why. Generally dislikes animals except his warhorse, Spot.
He enjoys the company of both men and women, though he has not made this known to his mother.
Father: Demitrios Phloropoulos(deceased)
Mother: Maria Phloropoulos
Uncle: Zeno Phloropoulos
Siblings: Magdalen (youngest sister), Talia (younger sister), Godwin (elder brother, deceased)
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