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Alexander Shaw

A hardworking man who can never catch a break.

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a character in “Alaganda”, as played by Diarmuid O'Dyna

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Alexander Shaw

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GENERAL INFO
Full name: – Alexander Shaw
Alias/Nicknames: - Alex
Gender: - Male
Nationality: – Syrinian
Birth Date: – December 13
Age: - 19
Descendent(of): – Johnathan and Bethany
Current Residence: – Jericho, Kansas
Job/Profession: - Farmhand
Title: – Cowboy
Political Stance: - Rogue
Personal Alignment: – Lawful Neutral

APPEARANCE
Height: – 6' 1 1/2”
Weight: – 158 lbs.
Build: – Thinner around the waist, but still strong from hours of labor everyday. His biceps and core are toned with hard work.
Eye Color: – Dark green
Hair Color: – Very light blonde
Handedness: - Right
Skin Shade/Color: – Lightly tanned, but still reasonably fair
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: – Long scar on right shoulder-blade.
Description: – Alex can usually be seen wearing a flannel shirt when not working, as he usually works topless until the season changes to winter. With plain blue jeans and old work boots, his attire suits a working man.

MENTALITY
Sexuality/Preference: - Straight
Relationship/Marital status: - Single
Family/relatives: - Deceased
State of Mind: - Normal
Friends/Allies: - None
Education: – Only what he's read in books or taught from others.
Likes: – Sunbathing, work, sleeping
Dislikes: – Guns
Hobbies: - Fishing
Personality: – Being ready for anything is something Alex has had to live with for his whole life. You could never tell when he would just decide to pack up and leave wherever he was staying. Although he may be unpredictable at times, there are some things that you can always predict. He won't turn a blind eye to someone who needs help or is in danger. Even if Alex was taught to survive no matter the cost, he wouldn't be able to survive with neglecting someone in need on his conscious.
Habits/Quirks – Tendency to touch hair when nervous.
Debilitating Fears (If any) - Fire

EQUIPMENT
Weapons: – Wooden club type weapon that Alex had made a while back. He wears it on the left side of his pants.
Accessories: – ID bracelet belonging to his father.
Miscellaneous: – None

FIGHTING STYLE(S)
General/Preferred Style: – Boxing
Hand-to-Hand: – Prefers heavy, strong hits to quick ones. Relies mainly on his endurance to take weak hits and dish out strong and unstoppable ones of his own.
Weapons Style: – None

HISTORY
Relationship Status: – Single
Family: – Deceased
Known Languages: – Just the common language
Proficiency(Specific Skills/What are they good at?): – Good at manual labor or fulfilling orders.
Personal History/Background: -
Clans (Family Clan or Otherwise): - None

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So begins...

Alexander Shaw's Story

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An old shovel is pushed roughly into the ground with a loud, satisfying sound. Well, the noise was satisfying to Shaw anyway. Sweat rolled down his arms and back and he leaned on the old tool, looking toward the crimson sky. He sighed and wiped the sweat off his brow. An older voice called out to the man from a nearby porch. β€œIt's probably time to quit. Ya won't be seein' anythin' in a few minutes.”

Releasing a heavy breath, Shaw pulled the shovel out of the ground and began to walk toward the voice. The sun felt good on his sore back as he walked away. Soon enough, as he came closer, the figure began to come more into focus. It was Miss Harris, the wife of the farmer who owns the place. She had been kind to Shaw, allowing him to stay on with her and Stan, her husband. Of course, he works in exchange for board and meals. β€œYou're probably right. I think this is good for now, or at least I have a good starting point for tomorrow morning.”

The older woman laughed, which seemed strange to Shaw; he didn't think anything humorous was said. Miss Harris handed a blue flannel shirt to the man and he accepted it gratefully. β€œIt seems like the only things you ever talk about are work and food.” The woman sat down on a rocking chair next to the screen door leading to the inside.

Shaw never considered himself to be a very good conversationalist, so her words didn't bother him. Looking out over the fields it could be seen that the corn was already at a reasonable height. The harvest was going to be good this year, Shaw could tell from his past experience. He turned back to the woman and spoke, β€œWell I do get hungry after working.”

Miss Harris laughed again, looking up at the young man with fond eyes. β€œYoung folks shouldn't be so concerned about work. It's unfortunate that a man like you had to grow into a world like this.” She turned toward the sunset. β€œThis world is so tiring, after all.”

β€œI'm not sure if that's true or not.” Shaw spoke up, slipping into the shirt Miss Harris had brought him. She turned to look up at him, surprised. β€œI feel like I'd be even more out of place in a different world. At least in this one, I know what I have to do, and I can do that well.”

β€œKids sure do say the darnedest things, don't they?” Miss Harris got up from her seat and opened the screen door. A fond smell easily penetrated Shaw's nose, resulting in a quick reaction from his stomach. It growled menacingly as if being approached by an enemy. β€œSupper will be ready in a few minutes. Go clean yourself off and change into some clothes that aren't covered in dirt, you hear?” The woman soon disappeared into the house.

Shaw once again turned toward the sun, it could barely be seen, but still scorched the sky red. I wonder how much longer I can stay here. I should finish up my work here and then get going. Finishing his thoughts, the man turned around to enter the house.

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As Sarah continued forward, she began to realize that she should have brought some water. The rain had slowed down to a trickle, and just barely, through the dark of the night, she could see storm clouds in the distance. She could hear the thunder in the distance, which made her jump every time. She always figured it was a gun. And every time this happened, she clutched her gun tighter.

She began to feel tired again, for she had been traveling all day. She didn't run this time, but she was just as alert as she was the previous night. She needed to find shelter, or she would be out in the freezing cold all night. The only reason she hasn't caught a sickness is because of Roach. Roach was a nice woman, and Sarah would miss her.

But Sarah has learned to not become attached to anyone. If she did, she ran the risk of becoming devastated when she lost them. She knew of the feeling far too well. Her brother had been departed when Sarah was but seven years old. There was also a kind old woman by the name of Tory. She was seventy eight, too old to work. And regardless of the pleas and cries from them both, they shot her. Right in front of the twelve year old girl that was Sarah. She will never forget the way Tory's blood splattered against the wall and floor. It was forever scarred into her mind. The final breath she took, the tears, the drip of the blood. The completely unphased expression of the owner. Nothing would move his cruel, iron heart.

But Sarah killed him. For her brother, and for Tory. Just thinking of this made her tear up, but she tried desperately to hold them back. But her eyes were by no means a dam, and her tears flowed freely, as she stopped trying to keep it in. Maybe this is what she needed. To cry. She kept walking as if nothing was happening, but she cried all the while.

Then she saw something in a clearing of trees, that even after all this time, still had barely any green to them. It was a farm house, some what similar to the house she had escaped from, except this one looked in better shape. And there was a field full of... some sort of plant. Maybe wheat? No, it was corn. Corn?, she thought, I freaking LOVE corn! She walked over to it. Judging by the color, this corn was going to be good.

She drifted off in her thoughts for a second, then turned to face the house. Was anyone in there? Had to be, this corn doesn't come naturally. Gripping her SVT 40 tighter, she stalked towards the door and up the porch. It was a two story house from the looks of it, and as she got closer to the porch, she could see the rocking chair setting next to the screen door.

Using the muzzle of the gun, she slowly pushed open the door. The door made a loud squeak in response, which cause Sarah to grimace. There went stealth.

"H- Hello?" She shouts, waiting for a response. She stays in the door frame of the house, aiming the gun into the dimly lit house. "Anyone there?"

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Dreaming wasn't ever easy for Alex. Seeing the past in such long intervals surely was some kind of divine punishment. But the realization is so much worse. He loved them, his family. But even when he dreams about them, he can't remember what their faces looked like. It's been far too long, and Shaw is far too tired. But what kind of excuse is that? He has this ever-present feeling of guilt in his stomach, but he can't remember the faces of the ones he feels guilt toward. ”I'll give you a choice...” A familiar voice began to speak in his head. This is where his body begins to sweat. And that realization comes back again. Shaw can't remember the faces of his loved ones for the life of him, but he will remember the face of that man until he chokes on the poisonous air around him.

Fortunately, the dream ends before he can see what happens next. The sound of the screen door slams open, and he wakes. Shaw's first thought was that Stanley had returned to the house and drunkenly pushed open the door, but then the voice of a girl rang out through the house and he immediately jumped out of bed. He slipped into some pants and put on a flannel shirt without buttoning it. The voice sounded like a teenager's, so Shaw didn't believe she was a criminal or anything suspicious like that. He was going to grab his bat hanging by his bed, but decided to leave it. After all, he didn't believe a rogue would announce they're arrival so openly.

However, as soon as he walked downstairs, he could tell his decision wasn't exactly a correct one. The girl was holding a rifle and pointing it in the doorway. He didn't really see an end to this that would result in him keeping his life as he was unarmed and not even wearing shoes to run away in. So with that in mind, Shaw may as well appeal to the girl casually. Rubbing some strands of hair in between his fingers, he began to speak. β€œHello, it's nice to meet you. My name is Alexander Shaw, but you can call me Alex.”

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Sarah tensed up as she saw the young man come down the stairs. He couldn't have been much older than her, which gave her an odd sense of safety. But she knew better, and she kept her tight grip on her gun. Examining him carefully, she noted that he was rubbing his hair. Curious. She continued to examine, stopping on his exposed muscles this time. She got a weird feeling that she couldn't explain, and even blushed a little. She didn't want to look away, but felt compelled to. So she did, and then looked back up to his face, keeping the gun held up to him, finger on the trigger..

"I am Sarah, c- can I stay here for the night? It is... cold outside." She asks as if she hadn't just bust into someone's home. Keeping the gun at a relaxed state (but still pointed at him), she waits for a response.

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...Oaklie Alex Kross...

The clouds were twisting and turning, the sky giving little hints at what was to come. Pulling her hood lower over her face, Oaklie Kross remained in the shadows. She'd been given a mission. Apparently one of the local shop keepers was hiring bandits to raid his suppliers before they reached the shop. The rather rich father of one of those caravanners discovered the unjust death of his son, deciding to get revenge. Oaklie didn't really care about the reasons. It was a job, and she was good at it. Why are you doing this? She didn't react to the voice that had been plaguing her life for the past year.

The little trading post was actually well guarded. Seemed that the keeper had enough profits to buy off a gang of misfits... well, misfits with guns. Adjusting her sunglasses, Oaklie laid out under the cover of the woods. She set her rifle up, propping it against the ground as she set her sights on the door. She had followed a few of the bandits back from their raid, knowing the exchange would be made. For the father, this was about revenge. But for Oaklie... it was just business, work. It just had to be done. Why?

Shaking her head, Oaklie rested her cheek against the gun, breathing in softly as she watched the door open. A large man with a gruff beard chuckled loudly, patting his hand on the bandit leader's shoulder. Just as he leaned backwards, a little kid ran out of the house, chasing after a large dog. Stopping her breathing, Oak lined up her sights and fired. One shot rang out, a second later the man fell to the ground, red painted on his door. Shouts could be heard as the bandits, just a clan of hired rogues really, spread out in search of her. The dog also barked and growled.

Slinging her rifle over her shoulder, Oaklie disappeared from her vantage point. Her employer requested that she take back the horse that was his son's. It was a black and white paint, luckily it was tied up behind the house. Having planned everything out before hand, it was easy to slip passed the guards and cut the horse loose. A few hours later of hard riding, Oak rode into a small town and straight up to the house. Even though the sun was setting, peeking out just below the storm clouds, Oak took comfort in her sunglasses.

"You've returned. Very good Kross. Here is the rest of your payment." He tossed her a bag of coins. Oaklie caught it effortlessly, hiding it in her pack. She didn't converse with him, just turned around and walked away. She wanted to get as far from town as possible. Her destination was NYC, but she knew she was a long ways. She still needed to pass through KC.

"Aye there, it too bright out here for ya, darlin'?" A young guy grinned as he circled her. Oaklie didn't react, instead mapping out how far she was from the tree line. The small town was worthless to her, and the steady rain just began. "Aye, I'm talkin' to ya!" The pistol in his face shut him up fast, and his hands shot up in surrender. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see people taking notice. One of the self appointed guards grabbed his own gun. Clenching her jaw, Oaklie tensed her muscles.

"There trouble here?" The guard questioned, and she could feel his gun trained on her. The young guy stepped back, trying to put distance between himself and Oaklie. "Wait... aren't you--" Oaklie swung around, hitting the guard upside the head with the butt of her pistol in the process. A second later, she was bolting into the woods, hearing gunshots go off behind her. The rain was pounding now and thunder rolled through. She ran for a couple miles, barely making progress due to the muddy and tough terrain. A stinging finally caught her attention, and she realized that a bullet had hit her in the right shoulder. Ignoring the burn, she continued on until she saw a farmhouse in a clearing. With a heavy sigh, she limped up to the house in her drenched clothing, leaning heavily against the front door to catch her breath.

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She needs a place to stay, huh. That's not really surprising, considering the tired look on her face. Shaw had thought to himself. He took note that Sarah had still been pointing her gun at him, though she may not be as tense as a few moments ago, she still held up her guard even when asking to stay. β€œThe rain is coming down out there, isn't it.” Shaw brought back his attention from outside to the girl standing before him. β€œIt's not really my say though. I don't own this house, and am actually just a drifter myself. You'd have to ask-” Alex was then cut off mid-sentence by an older woman's voice.

β€œWhat're ya doin' makin' the poor girl wait?” Shaw was surprised to see that Miss Harris had gotten up as well. Although he really shouldn't be that surprised, considering all the noise Sarah made coming in. β€œShe must be freezin'. Just 'cause you like walkin' 'round with yer shirt off don't mean other people are as hot blooded as ya.” Miss Harris knocked the man on the back with her fist and began to lead the girl inside.

Shaw could feel his face warm up a bit at the woman's comment. He began to rub strands of hair in between his fingers once again. β€œMiss Harris, you really don't have to criticize me on what I wear to bed-” The man was cut off again, but not by any person's speech this time, but by the all the red in his vision. Looking toward the door a young woman could be seen with crimson spanning a lot of her leg. She was leaning on the door, obviously in pain. β€œMiss Harris, do we have room for one more?” Shaw asked turning around to look at both Miss Harris and Sarah.

β€œOh good lord.” The woman left the side of Sarah and turned her attention to the new girl. Leading her by the hand, she pulled the girl over to Shaw. β€œA little help here, boy?” Miss Harris looked at him expectantly.

β€œR-right.” The man took the woman's arm and pulled it across his shoulders and began to lift her up a bit, taking pressure off her legs to help her move more easily without moving her wounded leg too much. He walked the woman over to the couch and gently set her down.

β€œNow, I'm gonna get some towels to dry these two off. So Shaw,” Miss Harris looked at the man and couldn't really come up with anything to say. β€œYou just watch 'em.”

Watch them? And what else? I don't really know what I'm supposed to do. Shaw looked after the woman quizzically as she hastily walked away.

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"I don't need help..." Oaklie clenched her jaw, sitting stiffly on the couch. By the looks of it, the three people didn't seem too dangerous, but one could never truly tell. Obviously the older lady was in charge, but Oak didn't quite know whether she should stay. The house seemed too... too cozy... too domestic. The guy standing there seemed also unsure of the situation. With a heavy sigh, Oaklie glanced at her shoulder, seeing that it wasn't bleeding too much. In fact, the sting in her arm wasn't as painful as her leg. For the first time since her escape, she glanced down, seeing the blood covering her leg. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, only to wince and lean against the couch's arm for support. Out of breath, Oak reached into her pack and pulled out the pouch of coins she got from her job.

"I'll be gone tomorrow." She dropped her pack to the floor, holding the pouch that rattled with coins. "I don't want to hurt you or your family. When I leave, it'll be like we never met. Deal?" Oak bit back a whimper at the pain from standing on her leg, refusing to seem weak in front of these strangers. She'd pay them... it'd just be business, right? Oaklie hoped the guy... Shaw would take her offer. Although, by the look of the other girl in the room, with a rifle, Oaklie wasn't too sure about this group.

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Sarah lays the gun on it's side across her lap, sitting in a perfect up-right position, remaining still. Her eyes scream of exhaustion, but she stares straight ahead, sparing the occasional glance towards Alex. What was it about him that she liked? It was weird. She just met the boy. For all she knew he could be a murderer. Which was unlikely of course, given that he appears to live with the sweet old lady. It was an odd thing to see a kind elder, all the old people she knew were rotten to the core, and would be doing the world a favor by hurrying up and dying already, but she was kind and helped me, and... her.

She glances over at the other side of the couch, where the injured woman sits. Who was she? She came out of nowhere and had appeared to have been shot. Though, she can't say much about her, given that she had just broke into someone's home and asked for shelter at gun-point. She didn't mean offense of course, she had just spent the majority of her life with cruel people. The two exceptions being Roach and her brother, who she barely knew.

But as far as she could tell, she could add Alex and the sweet elderly woman to the list. She wished she could just stay in this cozy little house forever, but she still needed to head to KC, and even if she didn't, chances are these people would help her and send her on her way, come morning time.

Without a second thought, she blurted out a question, but didn't look over to Alex as she did so. "How much time before I have to leave?"