Name: Alexander Valentine
Name at birth: Alexander Valentine
Aliases: None
Titles: None

Age: 68
Gender: Male
Orientation: Hetero
Race: Caucasian
Ancestry: German American

Height: 5'9
Weight: 150

Birthplace: New York, New York
D.O.B.: August ninth 1942
Residence: Lakeview Nursing home

Father: Deceased
Mother: Deceased
Brother(s): Deceased
Sister(s): Deceased
Children: Johnathon Valentine
Adoptive: Deceased
Other: Niece Polly Valentine, Supreme Court Justice
Marital status: Widower

Occupation: Retired
Previous employment: Nuclear Radiology
Religion: Atheist

Skin color: White
Hair color: Black
Hair style: Bald
Eye color: Brown
Facial hair: None
Body build: Wiry
Markings: None

Personality: Alex is usually called a cynic, he denies this, saying that "the world will eventually fuck you and pretending like it's not going to happen doesn't make you an optimist, it makes you an idiot." Loud and very crude Alex never misses an opportunity to share his opinion with those that don't already know it. He's angry about being stuck in a nursing home and still has a few shelves full of medical books to keep him busy and sane because if there's anything he hates it's stagnation. Having lost his father at an early age though he still knows how to keep his thoughts to himself if someone is feeling too down in the dumps though "A good kick in the rear is the best therapy there is."

Quote: "Waking up when you got a baby, you feel like you drank a bottle of whiskey the night before, except the shit's in someone else's pants."

Summarized Biography: Picture it, New York, the nineteen forties, in a hospital bed a woman struggles in labor. The sound is muted and the world is in monochrome just for the fun of it. Amidst the screams and tears a baby comes forth into the world and I press the fast forward button. Switch to thirteen years later, Alex is in a library surrounded by enough books to keep him busy for the next few weeks and a look of rigid determination on his face, he was quite the voracious reader as a child and age has done nothing to quell that. His father also died of lung cancer when he was thirteen which has made him severely anti-cigarettes (look out Jack) and with his mom working hard as a waitress he and his younger brother generally learned to live by themselves. After he got out of high school he enrolled in Yale on a scholarship and his brother died. His mother followed soon after. Depression wasn't even close to what he felt, he put a gun in his mouth and honestly considered just ending it right there. He would have if it weren't for Stephanie, like a cliche angel sent to save him from his torment she did just that. So after eight years of college and eight years of being intimate with Stephanie he held off marriage until he passed his internship and then he did another four years of radiology residency before he married her. They had a son who they named after Alex's best friend. Life was stable and good, Alex had lived life and fallen in love and everything was just fine.

They spent thirty years together before she died,leaving Alex alone and emotionally empty. His son was carted off to a good college and he was carted off to an old folks home, it took him six years but he's recovered from the third devastating blow to his psyche and he's back to his old angry self. Now if only he could do something about those odd dreams that he keeps having.