Megalos, Xander

FULL NAME:
→ Xander Megalos

AGE:
→ 22

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Central

RACE:
→ Amestrian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ January 4th 1990



HEIGHT:
→ 6’1

WEIGHT:
→ 165 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ Xander is fairly stylish and somewhat of a dandy. His deep blonde hair is always combed with precision and on the whole, he always appears very well groomed. His eyes are extraordinarily green, often described as “emerald-like” by his peers. His complexion is smooth and his skin is fairly tanned. His build is lean, but despite this he also carries a fair amount of muscle to compliment it. Coupled with his height, Xander proves to be in very good shape. When standing still, he has a habit of keeping his arms folded. He seems to be almost stuck in a permanent smile, or at least seems to be wearing a face of content, though this expression can look a little sour from time to time. He moves very deliberately. He walks quickly and with purpose. He shows a lot of expression through his hand and arm movements when talking to people as well. He spokes softly, but audibly, emphasising his syllables carefully.



PERSONALITY:
→ Xander acts nicely to everyone he meets. He greets with handshakes, good will and his signature smile. He holds manners in very high regard and often will judge people from the moment he meets them due to this. Regardless of what he thinks of people, he still acts nicely out of sheer courtesy. Despite this, he’s incredibly irritable. He can hide it perfectly, but his grudges are harsh and he has a dim view of the human race as a collective. He has a rugged stance on this and his mind is difficult to change. A bit of dirt on your left shoe is all it takes to set cogs turning in his head about how to make your day mildly irritating without your knowing it was he who did it. Whilst he disdains most people he meets, his charisma makes him fairly popular among everyone else. However, on the battlefield, he’s going to outright ruin your day and it could very well be your last at that.

When it comes to missions, Xander doesn’t distinguish allies from enemies by your side, but every action you take. If you’re hot-headed, you’re a foe. If you die without a struggle, then you’ve been a valuable asset. Those who try to be heroes and complicate objectives also come under foe and Xander believes it’s his moral duty to end their lives before they can ever contaminate another activity of those who are superior. Xander doesn’t see killing people who are beneath the standard as bad, or even as a crime. He just sees it as the natural course of human evolution.

There are those that Xander regards to be valuable members of the human race and can be quite the reliable ally and friend if you manage to be regarded as such. It’s just getting there that is the problem.

LOVE:
→ Free-running, suits, snow, the colour green, books, classical music

HATE:
→ Idiots, loud noises, getting dirty, foreigners, homosexuals, disabled people, vegetarians

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ That he sincerely hates 99% of people he meets, though he tends to let a little of this shine through to people who are dying.

IDOL:
→ N/A



HISTORY:
→ Xander came from a long line of alchemists. His parents (Amestrian father, Cretan mother) were both alchemists like their parents, so alchemy was in his blood. Being born in Central, his fairly well-off family had access to a myriad of resources that got Xander transmuting doll’s houses for his little sister, Mary, by the age of seven. Even at that young age, Xander found there was something titillating about using alchemy. The feel of the world becoming malleable, bending to his will and changing made him feel a sense of contentment and happiness. Xander knew that he wanted to make everyone feel this joy, so he decided that one day he’d find a way to make everyone happy.

Alchemy became Xander’s life. He obsessed and obsessed over his work and his parents, despite being fairly prestigious alchemists began to worry for their son. They never raised any formal objections. Their son could do whatever he wanted to do. As long as he didn’t get into any funny business they didn’t much care.

At the age of fourteen, Xander decided it was time to go out into the world. He began to wander around central to see if he could use alchemy to bring that little bit of happiness he wanted to share to someone’s day. His ambitions had become watered down since he was seven. He knew now that his alchemy was no instant cure for the world’s wounds, but that didn’t change his will to do good things to ease the pain a tad.

Xander found that the sugar-coated life he’d been waiting for would not come. He would approach people with good intent and begin “Excuse me, sir,” or “Excuse me, madam,” yet he was always interrupted. “No thanks.”, “I’m busy.”, or even worse, an acknowledgement that didn’t give rise to any comment at all. How dare these plebeians deny his good will? To be the plaster for the world’s wound, he would require that the world be willing to bear it. However, it was not.

Xander became rather sour about people. None of them wanted to help like he did and most didn’t even want to be helped. He came to the conclusion that they were idiots and should not be permitted to decide these things on their own. He knew that he was better than them... superior in every aspect and that if they weren’t willing to help themselves, then construction wasn’t the path to glory, but rather constriction was. He decided that he’d join the military, become a person of influence and eventually take hold of the pitiful world he’d entered and perhaps make it slightly less pitiful. Anyone who interfered with this... well, they no longer carried enough credence to argue that they should be allowed to live.

Feeling his alchemic skill to be decently potent, he spent his remaining years before joining the military bettering himself physically with alchemy on the backburner. He did sit-ups, push-ups, went running and often got into fights just to see what he could do and often found himself bleeding on a street corner on a Friday evening. He didn’t care though. Learn by doing, eh?

Free-running he enjoyed the most. The feel of his body gliding through the concrete jungle with ease gave him a similar buzz to that he got from alchemy. He even took up a few martial arts but never stayed with them too long.

Xander eventually joined the military and loved it. Sure, the unfortunate abundance of jarheads was a pain, but those who managed to cause enough of a disturbance soon found themselves on the wrong side of the afterlife. Control was almost within Xander’s grasp... and damn did it taste good.


TRIVIA:
→ Xander is a sufferer of hay-fever.
→ Speaks Amestrian and Cretan.
→ He hasn’t spoken to his family for three years.




ALIAS:
→ Heather

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ First Character

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ I’m pretty pleased with this. I guess.

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]LA CORDA D'ORO[/b]/[i]aoi kaji[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ A Spectrum of Green

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Emerald Trigger

Archive date's the 28th bro

Le app is complete.

Textbook. Go work on that alchemy app, and apply in the Amestrian military classifieds.