Alexander Walker [Complete]Player's Name: Uz: The brother of Chels. E-Mail: why should I share this information with you!? Why!? …er…uzair1986@hotmail.com Other means of Contact: E-mail, ezinbox, msn, chatroom…smoke signals.
Name: Tyler Alexander Walker jr. Nickname: Alexander (he hates being called Tyler) Code Name: Midas (although he doesn’t use it). Affiliation: Unaffiliated. Gender: Male Age: 24 Birthday: December 22nd. Hair: Dark brown Eyes: Chrome coloured. (Explained in bio further) Mother: Erin Douglas-Walker/non-mutant/made up/alive. Father: Tyler Walker Sr./non-mutant/made-up (well, by Chels)/alive. Other: Jess Marino/Half-Brother/Mutant/Made-up(by, again, Chels)/Alive
Physical Description: The first thing people note about Alexander is his eyes. Lacking both proper pupils and irises, the eyes are a deep shade of dark chrome which makes them seem almost metallic. Unearthly and fey, his eyes are often the single most obvious indicator of his genetic heritage. They are framed in a face that is undoubtedly handsome, with dark spurts of black hair and a darker shade of olive skin. A prominent nose and a square jaw complete the look, with a small dusting of beard growth accentuating his rugged continence. He is musclar, and a few years of being a mechanic and going to the gym have seemed to give him a solid core to work with. Broad shouldered and tall, he cuts an imposing (if attractive) figure and frequently seems to tether on the brooding side of things. He has a smile, and although charming, doesn’t employ its usage often nearly as often as he should.
Alexander doesn’t ‘dress’. He simply puts on clothes that are functional and comfortable. He rarely tries to look good, only stumbling into something once in a while that suits him. A usual day’s getup would be an old t-shirt paired with jeans and sneakers. His work uniform, as expected, is a mechanic’s jumpsuit, and although its mostly stained with car grease and dust, he wears it with pride. Formal clothing, although does exist somewhere in his closet, is something Alexander rarely touches. Funerals and weddings, so the rule goes, and Alexander hates attending both. His formal shirts have all grown a size too small as they were bought when he was younger, and even the once oversized suit jackets seem to fit too snugly upon his wide shouldered frame. Added to this, Alexander will often add a baseball cap as an accessory, but only when his hair isn’t washed or he’s not in the mood to style it.
He walks without hurry, often slowly while letting his feet drag. Its almost as if he’s in no hurry to be anywhere, his head bowed and his metallic eyes staring more at the pavement then upon people. In fact, the first thing Alexander will likely notice about another person is what their feet and shoes look like. His voice is deep and usually very monotone, although it can be rich if he tries. Not a great talker, he speaks few words and will not often venture his opinions. People often accuse his speaking style as being rough, uncouth and uncultured, but this only sources from the fact that he finds it hard to speak to people. In other words, his gruff voice is a way of maintaining a distance from those he’d rather not talk to.
Although he is a mechanic, Alexander is also a fan of staying clean. When he’s not out at the garage, he will usually be showered (although preened and groomed is a whole different matter). He grows in his beard from time to time and has played around with going bald, but that’s where the ‘experimentation’ streak ends. He has two tattoos, one his left forearm with the words ‘Accipere quam facere praestat injuriam’ (Latin: It is better to suffer an injustice than to do an injustice) inked in black writing, and a stylized cross on his right shoulder blade. He also has his ear pierced though he hasn’t worn anything in it for a few months (thus, the hole is starting to seal up).
Celeb:(For future reference as i keep forgetting him) Victor Webster
Powers:
Alexander has the power to layer all non-living tissue with a thin coat of solid chrome. Simply stated, all he must do is actually touch the object for it to turn into one covered with metal. This ability is restricted only to non-living tissue, and even then, only when it is out of its original organic form. The object, once touched, remains the same (thus, there is no change to it), but it is completely covered with a layer of metal. Alexander can choose to layer an object multiple times, but for each extra coating, he must touch the object once again. His control over his power, although limited, has allowed him to function normally without covering everything he touches with the metal. The power to coat is only present along his skin, but this can be turned on and off as he wills (thus not destroying everything he wears).
However, the power has its limits. At the moment, Alexander can only cover smaller objects. His range is about 3 feet cubed, and anything bigger can only be partially covered. Because of this, he can easily layer smaller objects like pencils, electronics and clothing, but cannot fully cover anything large like buildings, large pieces of furniture and walls. If he has enough time and access, he can fully coat larger things by simply touching another part of the uncovered object and thus giving it another sheet of chrome. As stated above, his powers cannot affect living tissue or living organic matter. Nor can he cover anything gaseous or liquid. Solids, however, are another story, and are the only objects he can cover. If an object contains a mix of solid and liquid, his powers will only affect the solid. His powers cannot work on anything wet, at all. They seem to be repelled by water and the chrome will only form around the wetness. Paint, on the other hand (unless wet) is easily covered.
His control over his powers has always been an issue. Unstable to an extent, there are periods where his powers are out of control, followed by long periods where they are under control. As a child growing up, he found his powers to be erratic at best. Usually high stress situations, anger, and sorrow bring about a lack of control, and the mutant worries constantly about this. When out of his control, the mutation causes everything he touches to be covered, regardless of whether he wants it to happen or not. At times this has even led to him covering things which he normally wouldn’t be able to (such as food or a plant), though these instances are rare and only come about under extreme tension or emotional release. He’s gotten better, but there is still a long way to go.
With his powers, Alexander chooses pencils to be his main weapons. Buying a few boxes of them at a time, he keeps them safe in his pockets and bag, using them only when threatened (hey, New York can be a scary place). When attacking, he pulls out the pencils, coats them in chrome and whips them at foes with dazzling speed. He usually turns the pencil boxes themselves into metal and then (using paper and his powers), attaches them to a special belt he has been making.
The following is a list of things he cannot cover:
-Living things (plants, humans, animals, insects etc etc)
-Hair and nails still on the live body
-Liquids
-Anything wet or damp
-Leather (does know why)
-Most wet Foods (mostly because food contains a lot of water and is usually wet)
The following is a list of things he can cover:
-Wood (when its not part of a tree) and wood based products (e.g. paper)
-Plastic
-Rubber
-Concrete
-Other metals
-Glass
-Clothes (as long as they are not made of leather or animal skins)
-Ceramics
-Dead hair and fingernails
-Nuts and seeds, dried food.
History:
Frequently alcoholic and prone to straying towards other women, Tyler Walker Sr. wasn’t a man to be trusted. Born to a second generation immigrant family in New York city, Alexander’s father grew up a troubled child. Insolent from the start, he dropped out of school at an early age and struck out on his own, almost convinced he could somehow end up on top if he just conned, charmed and stole enough from others. As much as he was a jerk, the man was also cunning and couldn’t let an opportunity go to waste, no matter how destructive it could be for others. He wound up in half a dozen cities by the time he was 19 and would always manage to somehow sneak out- but not before ruining one life or another in order to gain a little profit.
He eventually found a girl whom he considered was the perfect catch: a gullible young woman set to inherit quite a fair bit of money from her father. Her name was Erin Douglas and although no one considered her to be a great beauty, most men seemed to find the attraction of her riches irresistible. Tyler, 25 at the time, came to know her through a clever ruse he created himself. A charming man of undeniable allure, he used his smooth tongue to win a small time job at her father’s business, eventually timing his visits and lifestyle around bumping into the naïve young girl as much as possible. As they grew closer together, first as friends, then as lovers, Tyler told the girl tales of his own, ensnaring her in a web of lies and love until she was subject to his every whim.
Erin was smitten. There was no other word for it. Hopelessly in love with the man who showed her dreams about sailing the world and having children and growing old together, she defied her parents and was firmly set on changing their minds. This change of heart would not take place as Erin found herself pregnant at 20 and insanely afraid. Running away from home, she found Tyler at a bar they would meet at and the two embarked out on a speedy ‘shotgun wedding’. At the time Tyler was apprehensive about the marriage, but figured since she was the only child and now married with a child on the way, her parents would be forced to accept him as a son-in-law with Erin still their heir.
But what was expected differed drastically from what actually happened. Returning home after a year with Alexander as a babe, the two found a stony-faced reception at Erin’s house and she was denounced of her inheritance and struck out. She was no longer their child, her father had told her that day, and no longer could she claim any relation with any of her family. Upset and with his plan foiled, Tyler put up with the slobbering child and mother for a year or two. He left whatever dead end job he was doing, took the two back to New York and there proceeded to apply for welfare. Over the next year he developed an acute addiction to alcohol and became abusive not only towards Erin, but towards Alexander as well. It was only a matter of time before he left one night to get beer.
He wouldn’t return for a whole four years.
In those four years a few changes took place. As Tyler left Erin broken and with a child to look after, the woman began to work again, her measly high school education getting her a job as a part time receptionist in the city. She also managed to enroll a young Alexander in day care and was happy to see him developing normally, except for the strange metallic glint his eyes would take on once in a while. Alexander himself was a fairly normal child with wide eyes, an easy smile and vibrant personality. As he started grade school at the age of 5, another joyful revelation came through: Erin had established contact with her parents again and they were willing to help raise the child and reinstate the girl as the heir to their fortune. They realized that Erin had made a mistake and were willing to forgive her.
Her father died only a few weeks later and Erin was suddenly in possession of millions. It was almost odd how Tyler crept back into their lives then. He had been living with another woman and had also created a child with her. The reason he left was apparently due to the sudden ‘mutant’ craze and he ‘feared’ that his new child (also a son) was also one of ‘them’. Crawling back to Erin, he plead and begged and convinced her that she was the only one in his life and that she was his eternal love. Erin, who still loved him regardless of what he had done, took him back, her dreams once again coming alive. Things seemed to be getting better for the Walkers. They were rich, together and seemed to be on a path to mutual success.
Well, they would have been.
Tyler was still an alcoholic and now with so much money in hand, he began spending the cash as if it were unlimited. Investing in shoddy business dealings and never bothering with income and inheritance taxes, he sunk most of their money within a year. All his business ventures failed and with his new ‘lifestyle’ the money slipped from their hands in a disturbingly quick fashion. Soon they were broke and Tyler once again applied for welfare. Moving back into a run down house in the suburb of Queens, he resumed his old life of constant alcohol fueled abuse and terror. Erin got the worst of it but Alexander was also beaten for the smallest of discrepancies. Poor, without many resources and living off whatever the system would give them, the family was in a miserable state.
School life wasn’t much better. The child who had been so bright and cheerful in daycare grew distant and cold during his elementary school years. His eyes had grown more metallic over the years and his obvious genetics were clearly on display. He wasn’t picked on (although there were times like that), but Alexander was always the outsider, the lonely kid who sat alone in the shadow of the school’s building. He didn’t mind being alone so much as he minded being virtually ignored. His teachers and school staff seemed to believe he didn’t exist and only the smallest of efforts were put forth to integrate him. Over the years he made an acquaintance or two but his mostly loner existence didn’t seem to gel well with hyperactive children who wished to play tag.
At home he was forced to run all the errands his father was supposed to do. Biking a few blocks for milk, bread and eggs, he would often return home to find his father shouting at another one of his mother’s follies. If produce or food were to fall or break on his way home, it would be he who was struck for his carelessness. Tyler always seemed to blame both of them for his bad luck, cursing women and children in general for being the downfall of man. Alexander didn’t mind being beat, but his heart hurt every time his mother was shouted at and hurt. He often wondered why she just didn’t up and leave. Life had been so much better without the man who constantly spewed abuse and chugged back liters of beer and spirits.
Erin, on her part, still clung to her fantasies of the perfect man. When he wasn’t drunk, Tyler made a decent human being, often taking her and Alexander out to the movies or perhaps a drive around town in their archaic Oldsmobile. However most of these events were few and far between. When he wasn’t home ranting and raving, the man was out at the bar, sometimes coming home late, or sometimes spending the night in a jail cell…or a hooker’s bed. Alexander had no delusions about what his father did. The only person who actually seemed to trust the jerk was his mother, and that made him more angry than sad. She told her son she was far too involved and far too broken to leave the abusive man, her only hope now to put up with him and hope she could bring back the man she had fallen in love with.
It was during one of his father’s rants that Alexander discovered his mutant powers. Asleep in his bed, he awoke to sounds of breaking cutlery and raised voices. Lying there, he tried to block out the voices and noises, his eyes closed and sweat breaking out over his brow. In a few moment he found himself suddenly cold and being pressed upon by what he could only guess was metal. In a frenzy he realized how his sheets, his mattress and his bedpost had suddenly become covered in a thin layer of metal. Alexander panicked and threw off the metal sheet and ran to the light switch. Snapping it on, he found to his horror that he had layered the switch also and the spots where his feet had fallen on the carpet were also metallic footprints.Screaming, he stood frozen to his spot as he heard the sounds of loud and angry footsteps tearing up the stairs.
That night was one of the roughest Alexander had ever gone through. His father, distraught at what he saw, gave the young boy a broken nose and bruises all over. Calling him a multitude of low-hitting swear words and curses, Tyler was on the cusp of throwing his son out of the house. The only person who stayed his hand had been Alexander’s mother, and it took a heated argument to keep the young mutant from being thrown out. But even after that night, Tyler grew distant from his son and cursed the child for being the source of his new misery. Alexander himself did not know what to do. As the days went by, his power came under his control, but the scars from that night left their marks on him. Frightful and distant already, the child grew even more isolated until he hardly even spoke anymore.
The next few years were some of the loneliest he had known. Those few he considered as friends deserted him after he trusted them with his secret, and his father refused to even stay in the same room as Alexander was in. They would eat at separate times, and for three whole years his mother acted as a go between for the two. Alexander also learned to use his powers and was growing comfortable with them. Sympathizing with other mutants, he felt personally targeted by the people he had known at school and in his everyday life, and vowed to escape from the shackles which bound him to his father and his neighborhood. In a way, he tried to find a way out. Little did he know how easy it could become.
Alexander met them on his way home from school one day, and after that, his life took a dramatic change. Obviously mutants, they had banded together to cause small time havoc in the neighborhood, their lives now meant to lived outside the law. Bracing himself, Alexander approached them and voiced his opinions: he wanted to belong, wanted to show the homo sapiens what it meant to really be isolated. The leader, a fire mutant by the name of Craig, took a liking towards the chrome eyed Alexander and soon the young mutant was part of a small group of like minded mutants who often found themselves on the wrong side of the law. They stole, they harassed, and the took on known mutant haters in the area. For a time, it seemed as if nothing could stop them until the night they found themselves arrested, bound, and thrown into jail.
At 17, Alexander was already a child with a criminal record, and things seemed to take another turn for the worse. His father, of whom Alexander was still fearful, beat him again and hurled obscenities at the young mutant day and night. Enrolled in a program for deviant children, Alexander found himself regulated to a nearby garage where the authorities seemed to think hard work would beat some lawfulness and good-Samaritan skills into the boy. Little did they know how well the plan would work. A natural with cars, the boy was an apt mechanic and even found brotherhood amongst his fellow workers. Still shy and distant, the mutant was a pro with fixing cars and seemed to have found his life’s calling. Even Tyler’s anger and wrath, which frightened him as a child, seemed to become nothing more than mere noise to the young man, and the only reason he stayed at home was to protect his mother whom he knew he couldn’t leave alone with the abusive man.
Over the years, he finished high school, and became a full time mechanic in a small garage in the city. He was never good with people and made little friends outside his circle of garage co-workers. He’d go out whenever they’d take him, and over the years he dated a total of exactly three girls- all of whom didn’t last more than a month each. He was just too distant, too shy, too fey. He didn’t mind though, he was content with his life. Alexander had even begun to save money with his meager salary, investing in his future dream of his own garage and life without his father. At home, things had begun to tone down, and now that he was a man both capable and firm, he could finally protect his mother and bring in much needed income into the household. Even his father had turned down the abusive, and although there were times Tyler launched into an angry rant during a night of heavy drinking, the man wouldn’t dare raise his hand towards either boy or woman again.
As for his half brother, Alexander has received what could be called an invitation for parents to attend some sort of gathering at the school Jess goes to. Knowing that Tyler would never go see the boy, Alexander had grown curious and is wondering if he should at least check up on someone he is related to. As it stands, Alexander knew about Jess from a while back. He knew his father had run away and impregnated another woman, but Alexander has little idea about any details- save that the child was a boy, and his name was Jess. The reason Alexander never tried to establish contact with his brother is simple: he was too afraid of what would happen if Tyler ever found out. Thus he held off his curiosity for a while.
...until the day he got the invitation that is.
Personality:
Alexander is a difficult person to understand. Distant and not used to talking a lot, he can come across as painfully shy, or at times even uncaring. However, this isn’t always true. A loner at heart, he isn’t good with people and will go out of his way to avoid conversation and small talk. He has a small group of friends though, but even they aren’t exactly close to him. The only person who he actually considers as close is his mother, but with her constant worrying over Tyler and her nervousness, she’s only a shell of the woman she once was. He isn’t a loving person and doesn’t like to be touched, but the odd hug wont kill him either. Surprisingly, he is a fan of art and aesthetics and a secret lover of nature. He will often wander around central park only to catch the sights and get away from the hustle and bustle of the city which makes him nervous.
He loves cars and is a pro with mechanics. In fact, he’d rather spend time working on cars than he would with his friends, and that says a lot about the chrome eyed mutant. But even so, he secretly craves to be accepted into a group and longs to be loved. He is curious about his half-brother and although still shy about actually going to the institute, Alexander knows its his duty to at least check up on the boy. His views on mutants aren’t complicated, and all he wants for them is full acceptance. He cannot stand mutant haters, and although non-violent by nature, just the sight of protestors and anti-mutant programming gets him riled up. As for his views on the other sex, women are pretty to look at, but somehow he can never seem to carry a conversation with them. True, they tend to find him attractive, but his awkward personality and roughness make him ill suited to wooing them.
Although he didn’t go to college, Alexander is still fairly smart. Not a genius by any means, his intelligence is what people would consider to be ‘street smarts’. He has a good memory and can easily remember faces, places and buildings. Apart from fixing cars, his hobbies include walking through downtown and exploring District X, watching DVDs, hanging out with his fellow co-workers and sometimes visiting a bar or two. He doesn’t drink a whole lot, but will not hesitate to share in on a cold beer once in a while either. In high school he tended to stay away from sports, although he was rather good at football. He isn’t much of a gym person but does visit it enough to keep him in moderately good shape.
Likes:
-Cars
-His mother
-Working as a mechanic
-His powers
-Mutantkind
Dislikes:
-His jerk of a Father
-Talking to people he doesn’t know
-Being at home
-Abuse
-Mutant haters
Sample Post:
I don’t do Samples...
Other:
Matt, anyone else...
tell me if you see the wierd symbols...
Edited by: TheUzish at: 7/22/06 12:05 am
Don't forget there's another unfinished bio over at TE, waiting
... *googles pictures* ... *turns to Uz* ... ok... maybe you didn't really get the whole bit where "not heavily muscled" means... NOT heavily muscled XD But oooh well *looks around all intimidated like*
Aaaanyway, there's only one thing in this very well done bio I'd like you to add a little about, and that'd be whether Alexander had known of Jess's existence before, and if so, whether he'd ever tried to get in touch with him etc.
That aside, all's well ^^
You'll need one more stamp
~ Matt
P.S.: I don't see any weird letters.. <<...>>..
And so she bowed to what she thought was fate and neglected the last of humanity's ancient lies
..(I knew youd find something to Nag about) *curses google*
Im only using face pictures, but i changed the bio so that he sounds all buff and gym going...
The Jess bit is in the last paragraph of history.
As for TE, thats my next course of attack...
Thanks a lot Matt, *runs off*
P.S - And its good there are no wierd symbols like there were in my Armaan bio and sometimes in my posts...they looks like double S's or soemthing.
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