Vestaval, Alexander [Civilian]

• 5'11"
  
• Pale skin
  
• Generally wears the same clothing day in, day out unless working for pizza delivery: black trench coat, shirt, pants
• Sleepy dark eyes
• Several bullet wound scars

"The only kinds of people left in the world are those that give and those that take. One guess as to which one I am."

Alexander give a public appearance of civility and cheerfulness. He loves to gossip and talk about the local climate of Vacheria. He seems especially interested in the two warring families. He's a pizza delivery boy, and can come off a bit subservient especially to customers. He never asks for anything from anyone, always choosing to go it alone and walk on his own two feet. He gets invited to several parties and a few women have offered to warm his bed, but Alex has turned them all down to the day.

In reality, Alex is a cold and calculating man only interested in his next assignment. He doesn't talk much, and not at all on a job. He has never questioned who he kills, who he kills for, or what his target has done to deserve it. His true belief is that "no one deserves death, but no one should expect life." Alone in his apartment, he often watches his locket of his family spin and dance in the night light of Vacheria.


"A man must do what he thinks completes him. No one can tell him what will make him whole. I'm still searching..."

Alexander grew up in a small family in the cities of Vacherie. His mother died when he was four from disease, but his father and older sister were still there for him. The family runs a small bakery in town and while not famous, they have some reputation. After all, "Our bread is Vest," became a popular slogan. That was until the Vestival family was dragged into the gang war. Alex's family became something known as "collateral" damage.

You see, Alex's father had set up shop near the border of the north and south sides of the city. That was his first mistake, as the two families that were competing for Vacherie's "love" often fought upon these borders. Alex was a delivery boy for the locals around there, and was well liked. He often had to skip past a few gang members and eventually became extremely skilled at parkour and scaling. He was never late to a delivery and though, he often ended up with an injury or three, he was quite skilled at what he did. His sister was always there to bake some bread or patch him up afterwards, and his father made sure the bills were paid and handled large jobs. Yes, the family was all bundled nice and quietly, even if a war waged right next to them. They thought they were safe.

That was when his sister me the man of her dreams, and the family's nightmare. A Charmes youth kept stopping by the shop more and more until eventually, on a whim, they decided to get married. Alex had just passed his sixteenth birthday when the two families decided to have a scuffle outside the bakery. Bullets flew and people had been injured. Alex took three shots that day but none of them hitting his vitals. His sister was not so lucky. She had shielded her fiance from a rain of bullets and died in their own shop. The Damerons fled the scene, but Alex and his father were left to pick of the pieces of their home. The Charmes offered to repair the damages but her father refused any money by anyone that was a part of either family. Alex sat for the next few months recovering, but he would never be able to wipe the memory of her sister's life winking out.

Because of this, Alex grew colder and much more cynical. The bakery was virtually destroyed and his father was distraught from losing the only two women he cared about in the world. Over the next three years, Alex watched his father waste away until he eventually died. Alexander did what came natural to him. First... he trained. He trained his body and his mind to become harder than anything he could imagine. He began using his parkour running as his own secret weapon. He went to the Damerons first, hoping to learn from them what to do. He changed his last name to Borque and was deemed a good enough tracker to be brought in. There the Damerons trained him how to use a gun and gave him his own. They called "pageboy" for his ability to get packages places that one normally couldn't get to covertly. And so the "pageboy" watched the Damerons, learning everything he could from them. He learned about firearms and about connections. He learned the chain of command, who was in charge, and filed it all away for later use. A year later, Alex disappeared in a raid against a local small time gang. The Damerons thought he had died in the raid and honored his death.

A month later Alexander Renald enrolled as a recruit for the Charmes. He was a stiff but loyal new member who dedicated himself to protecting the Charmes head positions. He first proved himself by mysteriously having well foreknowledge the Damerons family operations. All the while, Alexander learned to use a sniper rifle, specifically a Dragonov SVD, and it became his choice of weapon. It was certainly suspicious, but after two years of providing said information without a single seeming flaw, he was admitted into the inner circle of the family. He was put on bodyguard detail for a Charmes youth that had lost his fiancee a few years back. Alexander then proved himself further by taking several shots meant for the young Charmes. The Charmes gave much praise and admirations for Alexander's service. But when one night the Charmes went off to go to his bachelor party, he was found killed, a single sniper rifle round to the head. Alexander Renald disappeared that day. Many suspect Alexander was the killer but no one could ever find solid proof.

Now Alex, a local delivery guy, works the poorer parts of south Vacheria. He keeps to himself and rarely if ever has visitors. He also accepts jobs anonymously. His money is always wired anonymously. And his job always call for the death of a man. Alex has never failed to kill a man. Vacherian locals calls him the "ghost of Vacheria."

• Savant parkour skills and excellent with rifles, especially sniper rifles
• Carries a locket of his entire family when he was newly born
• Sleeps three hours a day
• His information has been erased from several databases
• Visits his family's grave once every three months for no longer than three minutes

OOC Name: Vest

Timezone: CST

Face Claim: | Hei, Darker Than Black | in that order

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS