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Alexander AV MemeAlrighty, welcome to the super-special-awesome official Astrum Venatus meme! Characters, it's time for interrogation. Authors, GTFO and let your creations do the talking.
First off: let's just get this outta the way right now: Mandatory Introduction Time!
Who are you? What are you?
"My name is Alexander. My surname is irrelevant considering any fame it may have once brought was taken when my world was destroyed. Is this what you would call emo? As for what I am, the answer is human. I eat, breathe, sleep, and shit like one, so this new...um, development hasn't changed what I am."
Alllright, now that that's over with, Question #1: So how does it feel to be competing in front of countless billions of life-forms, each one of them tuned in to your every move and possibly watching you on instant replay?
"I once fought a god alongside my friend with the souls of the entire world watching and waiting in the balance. This is smalltime."
And how does it feel to know that many of them are probab
Another Night: An AV SEEverything seems dull when your life and everything in it is suddenly revealed to be a complete lie. The sky is drab, the landscape dreary, and even the natural wonders of Eksha were subdued. Alexander and Samuel had been on their journey for two days. They didn't speak or do anything out of the ordinary, instead going about tasks, making camp, defending from the wildlife, cooking, etc, with mechanical precision. Their faces betrayed no emotion, nothing that might alert an observer that they were anything other than mindless thralls.
But they were once heroes. And their hearts were not so easily-stilled. Silent, furious rage smoldered against the Author. And as the journey had gone on, it did not die, but focused itself, becoming a single pinprick of defiance against their puppetmaster. They no longer had a quest given to bind them to a story, so they would forge their own. One way or another, they would find themselves free of their strings. As Alexander thought of that old man, his f
Wakeup CallAlexander wasn't having a particularly good day. Granted any day that begins with you waking up in the middle of an arena with a crowd screaming for your blood can't really be defined as good by any stretch of the word. Especially when there are two bloodthirsty orks ready to tear you apart for fun. And when they had full automatic miniguns with armor piercing rounds in each hand, well things start to go downhill.
For the moment, Alexander crouched behind a thick wall of rock, listening to the constant roar of bullets and debated his options. One was to go out there and get torn to pieces by what he perceived to be powerful magic. That didn't sit well with him as he rather liked living. Another was to gather his thoughts and then come up with a plan. Only when he reached for his thoughts he found that there were none to be gathered. In fact he was drawing a big blank for his memories, prompting him to wonder just what the hell he'd drank last night. Then the bullets started breaking th
Alexander Flemington ProfileName: Alexander Flemington
Preferred Pronoun: He
Species: Human mixed with tree. This will be explained in the personal history.
Weight: Depends. For normal activities he's 120 lbs. But he can reach extremely high weights and masses during combat.
Build: Lean. During combat this can change.
Skin: Ash-white with thick roots mimicking veins running up his legs. The joints appear gnarled and if one looks closely they can see the impression of bark in his flesh. That is if he reveals his skin, as it's usually hidden.
Hair: Brown hair in an ordinary cut.
Eyes: Vivid green.
Other defining features/anatomy: Beyond his bark-like skin? Nothing.
Gait/Posture: Alexander moves swiftly and surely, taking long strides as if he's always in a hurry.
Voice/Speech Patterns: When Alexander speaks it always has the hint of rustling leaves in the wind.
Clothing and Accessories: A dark green trenchcoat that hides his arms. Same-colored pants, plus
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