((To the person who made Alexander possible, through his past being a whole other rp, Thankyou so much! ❤️❤️ You have no idea how dearly I hold him close to my heart. 💕 ))

Him when he was a child:

Nickname: Alexander. You don't get comfortable around him. If you really must, Xander. But he despises forms of endearment.

Age: 1250, looks 22. Two hundred years of his life was spent in a coffin.
DOB: 15th of February
F/C: Fabian Gray
Sexuality: Questionable. I, myself, think he is straight, however I am unsure. No one has gotten through to him being able to like him... that does mean, the third oldest person walking the planet, is a virgin.

Species: One if the original vampires. Also one of the royal vampires in the world. (The royal vampires including just his family.) He also, originally was a witch. However lost his powers when he turned.

Likes: Being in control, saving others, being relied upon, people listening to him, people not betraying him, being alone. He likes the solitude of the forest, finding it a safe haven. He likes scaring people. He likes blood and alcohol. Deep down he likes his family

Dislikes: People betraying him. (He has severe trust issues), people telling him what to do, people insulting him.
He hates his family. Also those who think they are better then him.

Phobias: Autophobia only by those he holds close, he also has Pistanthrophobia, the last one especially. Not a good combination.

Background: Betrayal. Darkness. Nothing good. I strongly suggest if you want a nice, happy background filled with rainbows and sunshine *Looking at you Ariella,* then look elsewhere. All you need to know is he is from the most powerful families among Vampires. He is extremely deadly and nearly impossible to kill.

Your still here? Okay. Here it is:

He was sweet. He was cute. A person anyone could love. Someone people would call, "adorable," "a sweetheart." He was a mummy's boy. Always telling her everything from his crushes to his troubles. She would always wipe the blood away from his mouth with that sweet caring look of hers. Again. You are welcome to turn back. That was the only sunshine in his whole life. His mother stabbed him and his five siblings. She plunged the daggers right into their hearts, leaving them there to rest in coffins for the rest of their lives.

Years later, they got out. Their mother to this day is still after their blood. To kill them once and for all. His siblings took the betrayal better than him. He was a changed man. No longer was he a little naïve boy. He didn't open his heart up to anyone. Not letting them in, in fear of them betraying him. The only people he cared for was his family. A family he would do anything for. True, like any family, they fought. However, unlike each family, their views of Alexander were being made very clear. They didn't let him make any of the important decisions, despite being the second oldest. They did not trust him. Multiple times, they themselves, betrayed him. Betrayed his trust. Pushing him aside like a broken towel. The fights between him and other family members became more physical. Bruises exchanged, broken bones. Meanwhile, he tried letting a few in. Yet each time he was betrayed. Witches, friends and the like. Those he thought he could trust.

One night, at a ball hosted by his family he overheard his older sister talking behind his back. He had organised an alliance between him and one of the witches. An alliance his sister broke and made a new one. One that would purely benefit her. Not him. She told the witch not to talk to him. That she should only bother herself with her. Not him. Never him. Not after all his hard work to make the family safe was thrown once again down the drain. Like every other time. It hurt. It burned. The only family member that didn't betray him was his youngest sister. Yet at the same ball, she spoke words against him. Calling him a monster and the like. Even if she, herself was a vampire. Before he knew it, he broke her wrist. Tears glistened in his eyes, threatening to fall. His brothers at that moment fully turned against him. He had proven himself to be the person of their nightmares. He was angry and frustrated, thus he left. Ran away from his home, fleeing into the night. On his way, he saw his youngest sister. She was doing something, who knows what that night. All he saw was another secret. Another betrayal. None of them trusted him. None of them cared about him. None of them. Yet he still left a note on the eldest's desk explaining what he had seen. The note had no name, but he had to ensure his sibling's safety.

Everyone he cared about betrayed him. Everyone he loved, betrayed him. Everyone betrayed him. It left him broken.

Now, 800 years later, he hasn't seen his family. He knows they are still looking for him. He sees the signs. Sees the guards. The police. Himself occasionally looking up in the newspaper. They are still looking for him, and he isn't about to let them find him. His mother, is also looking for him, wishing to kill him. Along with his siblings. She wants the thrown. She hasn't stopped for years. However, also since then, every single person he's met more then once has betrayed him.

If you're somehow still here.... Personality: He is ruthless. Angered easily with severe trust issues. He has to have his way. He has to be the one in charge. Do not cast him away. Actually, if you ever rp with him. Do not approach. I warn you, do not approach. However, in the end, all he wants is the best for those he cares for. He doesn't care about himself.  Although, no one he has met knows his last name. He would rather it not to be known.  Not to be associated with those he once calls family. He doesn't tell anyone about his past.

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