Post by Ekaterina on Dec 13, 2007 8:11:18 GMT -5
Height: 6 ft
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair: White
Eyes: Gray
Age: Died at 72
Alex didn't always work as a bartender, in fact, during his younger years the man was quite a fierce warrior. He has seen his days of blood shed, felt his own boil through his veins upon the battle field. Many scars adorn his body, from those near fatal misses in his youth. A proud man, born and raised upon the lands of Rhy'Din, there was little he's not seen nor experienced in his 50 years of life. Having found a beautiful maiden to call his own, life was good for the man for many years. But as often happens in these harsh times of existance, Alex would learn his own sorrows. His marriage had produced two sons, both grew to follow in their father's footsteps of weilding a sword. Sadly, their skills were not close to that of their fathers, and both would become fallen warriors in seperate campains. This broke his heart, but it devistated his wife. She became withdrawn, unsociable, almost giving up on life in it's entirety. Alex did all he could to try to make her happy, though his attempts were futile. Then tragedy struck the man's life yet again, when several years after burying his sons, his wife was soon after to join them. Alone, suffering such major losses, the man began volunteering for every dangerous duty that came along. No longer fearing death, more in a sense he wished for it, only to find it avoided him at all costs. Soon all crashed down upon him, those past injuries, the weariness of countless campains and his mounting age. Alex found himself cast aside, a risk none wished to take. Too proud of a man to take his own life, he did as most men would in his situation; he turned to the bottle's depths to drown his sorrows and pain. This was how he was presented to a particular Norsewoman, who was tending to the buisness of a dear friend. His potential noticed, even beneath that drunken facade. A chance she took, and quite some work it entailed, but she sobered the man up and offered him the position of Barkeep and Innkeeper. It provided a roof over his head, food in his stomach and extra coin in his pocket. But that reward was nothing in comparison to what he gained. Self respect returned, along with the will to live, and an extended family of all those who frequented the Stumble. He and the Norsewoman became close. He having lost his family just as she had her's, they forged a family like relationship between the two of them. He was the father she had lost so long ago, and she the daughter he never had that eased the pain of the loss.
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair: White
Eyes: Gray
Age: Died at 72
Alex didn't always work as a bartender, in fact, during his younger years the man was quite a fierce warrior. He has seen his days of blood shed, felt his own boil through his veins upon the battle field. Many scars adorn his body, from those near fatal misses in his youth. A proud man, born and raised upon the lands of Rhy'Din, there was little he's not seen nor experienced in his 50 years of life. Having found a beautiful maiden to call his own, life was good for the man for many years. But as often happens in these harsh times of existance, Alex would learn his own sorrows. His marriage had produced two sons, both grew to follow in their father's footsteps of weilding a sword. Sadly, their skills were not close to that of their fathers, and both would become fallen warriors in seperate campains. This broke his heart, but it devistated his wife. She became withdrawn, unsociable, almost giving up on life in it's entirety. Alex did all he could to try to make her happy, though his attempts were futile. Then tragedy struck the man's life yet again, when several years after burying his sons, his wife was soon after to join them. Alone, suffering such major losses, the man began volunteering for every dangerous duty that came along. No longer fearing death, more in a sense he wished for it, only to find it avoided him at all costs. Soon all crashed down upon him, those past injuries, the weariness of countless campains and his mounting age. Alex found himself cast aside, a risk none wished to take. Too proud of a man to take his own life, he did as most men would in his situation; he turned to the bottle's depths to drown his sorrows and pain. This was how he was presented to a particular Norsewoman, who was tending to the buisness of a dear friend. His potential noticed, even beneath that drunken facade. A chance she took, and quite some work it entailed, but she sobered the man up and offered him the position of Barkeep and Innkeeper. It provided a roof over his head, food in his stomach and extra coin in his pocket. But that reward was nothing in comparison to what he gained. Self respect returned, along with the will to live, and an extended family of all those who frequented the Stumble. He and the Norsewoman became close. He having lost his family just as she had her's, they forged a family like relationship between the two of them. He was the father she had lost so long ago, and she the daughter he never had that eased the pain of the loss.