Alexander Mathew Barett

[Alexander Barett]

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[/color]; Children
✔; Warm Weather
✔; Water
✔; French fries and a good hamburger, no joke
✔; Soft Blankets[/ul]
DISLIKES:

[/color]; Crowded or small spaces
✖; Spider webs
✖; Cold weather
✖; Dogs, they're too noisy for him and require way too much attention
✖; Misplacing his pens[/ul]
HISTORY:

Not the average Assassin most would expect in their ranks, Alex was born to a different life, a different world… a different side. That’s right; Alex was born to a Templar family. His mother and father were officers in the order and highly regarded among their kin. Alex grew up, striving to become a Templar, just like his parents. He spent 18 years of his life training and he ranked up fast in the order, his name was well known among his kin. He had been home schooled, but upon turning 18, he wanted to go to college. The others weren’t sure why, but didn’t argue, he had earned his right to do as he pleased now. Alex finished at the age of 25, typical 4 years, he did nothing special, but during his time on campus he fell in love with writing. A strange thing as a Templar, most agreed, but Alex never looked back. He balanced his new hobby and his real work easily and published his first book, a fantasy book with a twist on the future world at the age of 28, it was called “Under Candlelight” and became a quick seller. He made extra money doing a few limited signings and that was when his life began to change.

There was a woman there that day; his last signing he planned to do, and he was packing up his things, almost ready to leave when she stumbled through the door begging him for a sign. He declined at first, his back to her, but as he turned around ready to walk away he was locked onto her and her deep green eyes. Everything about her just told him to stop and look. He wasn’t sure why, he had never looked at women before now, so why was this one different? Alex was never one to believe all the silly little things people talked about these days, like finding your “true love” or your “soul mate”, but yet… here she was, standing before him with wind-swept hair, snow still clung to her black jacket and the scarf was pink, wrapped tightly around her neck. Her green eyes stared back at him with the same intensity he stared at her. It was a strange moment before her expression changed to one of slight embarrassment and asked in a soft tone if he’d be willing to sign. He couldn’t argue now, he smiled and said yes and that wasn’t the last time they saw each other.

Little did Alex know this woman who he spent the next two years with was an Assassin.

They had just finished a movie that night, it was 10PM and dark, the streets were empty and their car was parked a few blocks away. It was a fall night and quite, Alex thought it was a bit too quiet. His woman, Julia, was jumped from the alley as they passed, Alex hadn’t been expecting that, his mind was too fogged up with thoughts of her and that night, it was a deadly mistake. It was five against two and Alex didn’t have a single weapon on him. Neither did Julia. Fists weren’t enough to outmatch metal fists, blades, and a gun. Julia was shot as she went for a man in the back of her head. Alex had been pinned against the wall of a building, left to watch his love’s body crumple to the ground. He was beaten up until barely conscious, he remembered seeing his father’s face looking down at him, telling him how disappointed he was in him, how Alex was no longer his son for loving an Assassin, their enemy. That face and that information was the last thing he remembered until he woke up 3 days later in a strange room filled with strange people.

He was in an Assassin Den, and the two who stood in front of him, looking down, was Julia’s parents. Alex knew because he had met them countless times before for dinner. They told him that they had known he was the son of Templars, but had hoped that when the time came to explain the others secrets, the love between them would win the fight. They saw kindness in Alex’s eyes, kindness not many Templars possessed, and they believed him different. Alex was informed that it was his own parents who had killed Julia and left him on the cold streets, his mind was filled with rage then. Julia’s parents offered him one chance to change sides, and Alex took it on the spot, not a doubt in his mind.

Two years now he spent with the Assassins, and though he quickly rose in rank through skills, not to mention Julia’s parents were two of the master assassins in the order, but many still looked down on him. Most of his brethren did not trust him; those two years changed his personality. He grew more reserved, quite, but that solitude made him stronger. He no longer relied on anyone but himself and what ‘friends’ he had were similar in personality. He still holds Julia close to his heart though, but no one ever sees that. There may be times where his internal suffering shows in his hazel eyes, but it’s gone as quickly as it showed up.

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our weapons of war

STRENGTHS:

• Word play, being an author has it's bonuses, he's quite skilled in wordy remarks that leave people confused wondering if they should take it as an insult or compliment.
  
  
• Close combat, he's a man that you definitely don't want to let in too close during a fight.
  
  
• Charm, lots of good charm. Especially to the women. He tries not to use his power for evil though...
  
  
• Light on his feet
  
  
• Quick reflexes
  

WEAKNESSES:

• Not the best of aim with weapons. He can still hit you, but chances of it being spot on is slim. If he aims for a head shot, chances are it'll end up either in the arm or torso area. Large areas like the chest and back though usually hit their mark.
  
  
• Cold, such like winter or just a chilly day. It really effects him. Non-stop shivering and it makes his body stiff. He'll be much happier by a warm fire-place and a cozy blanket.
  
  
• Soft spot for kids or those younger than him. Close people he knows that are in their 20's he usually treats as brothers, younger than that he treats them as his own children almost. He'd do just about anything to keep them out of harm's way, they have so much of their life to live still.
  
  
• Dark, closed spaces, such a crawl space of sorts, he gets claustrophobic. Same goes for close-packed crowds around him.
  
  
• Spider webs... it's that simple. Spiders he'll be fine with, he can squish those, but webs? He'll freak out if it touches him and even worse if it ends up right in his face.
  

SKILLS:

• Wall Climbing
  
• Close-Combat
  
• Jumping over gaps or using other things (like tree branches) to help him get across
  

WEAPONS:

• Double Hidden blades
  
• Sword
  
• Throwing Knives
  
• Two daggers on each side of hip
  
• Back-up dagger kept in left boot
  
• Gun, though he has it, he rarely uses it as his aim isn't all that great
  

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[/color][/size] NICKNAME; M8D
| YOUR CHARACTERS; Alexander Mathew Barett

| FACE-CLAIM; Gabriel Aubry

| PASSWORD; -admin edit-


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| made by lafayel ♡ btn & ote || modifications by Admin (Alexander Barett) || background image found on google
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