Alex is music crazed he is always either playing his guitar or whistling a tune of some kind.
In every day situations Alex is a nice guy, a wise ass at times but still a nice guy.
Alex doesn't get angry often as he views anger as a waste of time but when he does he fights and fights to win not to be fair.
In combat Alex becomes jovial, gleeful even. Many times laughing while he's shooting at an opponent.
A deck of cards, a pack of smokes, and a golden lighter.
A pair of black, John Lennon style sunglasses.
A guitar case he carries slung over his back which is loaded with a guitar but in a secret spot underneath it it is loaded with twin desert eagle pistols, silver with black handles and a gold eagle in the middle of the grips on either side.
A shotgun, several grenades, smoke bombs, and two mac 10 machine pistols as well as various medical supplies.
A pair of spiked blades that shoot out from under the sleeves of his jacket.
A pair of diamond shaped blades that stick out of the tips of his boots if he hits a switch in his boot.
A pair of peacemaker six shooters holstered to his hips.
Alex was born 25 years ago to a well-to-do family. Dad was a judge, mom was a lawyer. His siblings for the most part grew up to be doctors, judges, lawyers. All but Alex's cousin Sam who was a farmer.
Alex used to be a doctor but left the profession to become a blues guitar player.
When playing the blues didn't work out for Alex he took to card sharking and pool hustling to make a living.
One night Alex hustled a mob boss and was taken to be "fitted for concrete shoes."
Where they dumped Alex was filled with toxic waste and he gained the ability to heal himself from wounds no one else could or can. It's said if there's a shred of Alex left he will come back from even a single skin cell.
Alex received combat training from a friend of his who was a lethal hand-to-hand combat expert and even more deadly with a gun.
After which Alex got even with those that ended his normal life and has taken to healing others once more.
His fight with the mob didn't end with the killing of the boss and his associates Alex rubbed the chief of police,who was takng payoffs, the wrong way after he wiped out his meal ticket.
In exchange for this the chief had his family brought in for questioning, the mob had his family killed including his cousin and his cousin's family and Alex in a quest for venegance walked up to the chief in his favorite restaurant shot two spiked blades from under the sleeves of his jacket and stabbed the chief in the throat with both.
As cops flooded the room Alex turned with a single pistol shot and dropped one cop before shouting " I think hell just might be putting up a no vacancy sign before much longer." he then walked out of the room laughing.
This has left Alex with a price on his head of $1,000,000 U.S. dead or alive
Abilites:
If there is even so much as a skin cell left of Alex he can heal himself.
He has a healing touch power and can heal wounds of even tremendous size with it.
Hobbies:
Music of course and street magic. Nothing phenomenal just simple tricks.