Theme song: Blaze of Glory, Jon Bon Jovi or
Matchbox, Jonny Lang
Alex has short brown hair in the back of his head and bangs that fall in his face.
He stands 5 feet 10 inches tall
His face is tanned
His eyes are arctic blue in color.
He has a pencil thin mustache and goatee to compliment his look.
Alex wears a black,waist length,suit jacket with gold buttons on the cuffs over a white, long sleeve, button down dress shirt with the buttons open worn over a short sleeve black t-shirt
He wears faded blue jeans and a black belt with a gold buckle on it.
His boots are a black cowboy style.
He also wears a black felt blues hat with an ace of spades tucked into the hat band.
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Alex Crow
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by The_Sickness
Description
Personality
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.
Equipment
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.
History
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.
So begins...
Alex Crow's Story
Alex Crow smiled to Ritz and nodded to the robotic server adding the payment for a cheeseburger to his drink order. "You go on bring the lady a burger now." in reply to her first question he said "Well my last name is Crow... got the nickname from this cop I used to know. He started callin' me Crow and it stuck since." a laugh escaped him as he thought about the cracker joke. He then looked on curiously as he said "You see anythin' in there yet now chere? Other than my guitar that is." he smirked knowing there was a button hidden in the case but it wasn't likely anyone would find it, as it was hidden under the guitar and would take a hard press to get it to slide the hidden compartment from underneath it.
"Well now chere other than havin' the same spellin' as the crackers what else you want to tell old Alex bout yourself?"
"Well now chere other than havin' the same spellin' as the crackers what else you want to tell old Alex bout yourself?"
smiled and tipped his hat to Mae as he said plainly "Cat, tiger, whatever make you happy now chere. Long as you keep them claws to yourself old Alex be just fine with you.
He eyed the stick looking things and rubbed his chin curiously. Though he never could figure their meaning and so he shook his head and said "You got me there chere."
He then took on the look of someone slightly satisfied. "You a smart girl chere good instincts too. They always more to old Alex than meet the eye. Though you aint want to know where old Alex keep his stash of weapons... too many people might ask you too many questions... no?" He took off his hat setting it on the table in front of him his fingers laced over the top of it and his elbows resting on the table. He couldn't figure why someone would shoot her but it wasn't outside the realm of possibilites. He'd seen people shot for little more than the price of a tank of gas before.
He eyed the stick looking things and rubbed his chin curiously. Though he never could figure their meaning and so he shook his head and said "You got me there chere."
He then took on the look of someone slightly satisfied. "You a smart girl chere good instincts too. They always more to old Alex than meet the eye. Though you aint want to know where old Alex keep his stash of weapons... too many people might ask you too many questions... no?" He took off his hat setting it on the table in front of him his fingers laced over the top of it and his elbows resting on the table. He couldn't figure why someone would shoot her but it wasn't outside the realm of possibilites. He'd seen people shot for little more than the price of a tank of gas before.
Alex Crow smiled and tipped his hat to Mae as he said plainly "Cat, tiger, whatever make you happy now chere. Long as you keep them claws to yourself old Alex be just fine with you."
He eyed the stick looking things and rubbed his chin curiously. Though he never could figure their meaning and so he shook his head and said "You got me there chere."
He then took on the look of someone slightly satisfied. "You a smart girl chere good instincts too. They always more to old Alex than meet the eye. Though you aint want to know where old Alex keep his stash of weapons... too many people might ask you too many questions... no?" He took off his hat setting it on the table in front of him his fingers laced over the top of it and his elbows resting on the table. He couldn't figure why someone would shoot her but it wasn't outside the realm of possibilites. He'd seen people shot for little more than the price of a tank of gas before.
He eyed the stick looking things and rubbed his chin curiously. Though he never could figure their meaning and so he shook his head and said "You got me there chere."
He then took on the look of someone slightly satisfied. "You a smart girl chere good instincts too. They always more to old Alex than meet the eye. Though you aint want to know where old Alex keep his stash of weapons... too many people might ask you too many questions... no?" He took off his hat setting it on the table in front of him his fingers laced over the top of it and his elbows resting on the table. He couldn't figure why someone would shoot her but it wasn't outside the realm of possibilites. He'd seen people shot for little more than the price of a tank of gas before.
Alex Crow Scalpels? His eyes widened as he flipped his shot glass over and went to pour a shot. He'd not seen scalpels since his days of working as a medic. "Aint seen one of those in a long time now chere. Used to know a man that could make one of them things sing. Hell of a surgeon. You usin' those for self defense?" he then tapped his foot against the floor giving hint to more concealed weapons with a devilish smile on his face as he said "You got one thing right though. They cheaper than bullets."
Finally the server arrived with the burger and he said to Ritz simply "Bon appetit chere. You enjoy now you hear? Compliments of old Alex."
Finally the server arrived with the burger and he said to Ritz simply "Bon appetit chere. You enjoy now you hear? Compliments of old Alex."
Alex Crow picked up his shot and sat back in his chair tossing down the shot, he made a face, wiped his face on the back of his sleeve with a resounding "Ahhh" to follow he then layed the shot glass on the table as he said "Woo they sure 'nough fix a good anti-freeze right here." he then smiled brightly at being called "Ale" he then walked to the wall where the wanted posters were hung and as he walked back to the table he showed her one with his picture and name on it. He then winked and said "They done chased me with many a thing but aint wore no armor yet."
In response to her next question he said "Old Alex aint needed no armor piercin' rounds but if I call my cousin, have mercy won't nobody need no rounds."
As she mentioned her wounds he said "Eat first old Alex tend to your wounds later. That surgeon think he moved to some big city takin' care of rich folk last I knew."
In response to her next question he said "Old Alex aint needed no armor piercin' rounds but if I call my cousin, have mercy won't nobody need no rounds."
As she mentioned her wounds he said "Eat first old Alex tend to your wounds later. That surgeon think he moved to some big city takin' care of rich folk last I knew."
Alex Crow Turned to Mae as he said "Aww now chere it aint no trouble. Old Alex don't hold no grudges. I'm more that man your bookie warned you 'bout." he then chuckled as hi own joke and brought his eyes back to Ritz as he said "Awww now chere you aint want to start that habit so early now. You wind up lookin' twice my age by the time you get to it." A tank? Glass cannon? What was his girl capable of? he mused as he scratched his head.
"They chasin' me for a few things. Start with I made a mob boss give me his money usin' some techniques they call cheatin' and I call profitable. They tried to kill me and failed. Once I survived that they sent the cops after me. So I dropped the police chief and a few that was with him. Been on the run since." he leaned forward and poured another shot waving over the robot server to bring her a ginger ale.
"They chasin' me for a few things. Start with I made a mob boss give me his money usin' some techniques they call cheatin' and I call profitable. They tried to kill me and failed. Once I survived that they sent the cops after me. So I dropped the police chief and a few that was with him. Been on the run since." he leaned forward and poured another shot waving over the robot server to bring her a ginger ale.
Alex Crow The server dropped off a ginger ale and Alex left his bottle on the tray. He then turned to Ritz and said "A drink fitting of Ale himself." he smiled and then continued with "You've got alot to live for now chere. Aint no situation worth diein' over now."
He picked up his guitar case and hat and headed toward the door walking out into the night
He picked up his guitar case and hat and headed toward the door walking out into the night
Alex Crow walked into the bar carrying his guitar case and whistling "Baby What you Want me to do" by Jimmy Reid. He looked at the robo server and order a shot glass and a bottle of tequila, contrary to his usual though he plopped down with Tempest at the back of the bar.
"Well if aint the man been makin' me rich. Mr. Kane..." he walked to the table in the back of the room and set his guitar case on the floor "let old Alex sit with you a while huh?" he then extended his hand and awaited the response.
"Well if aint the man been makin' me rich. Mr. Kane..." he walked to the table in the back of the room and set his guitar case on the floor "let old Alex sit with you a while huh?" he then extended his hand and awaited the response.
Alex Crow As his bottle arrived Alex set it on the table and said with a smile as he pulled out his chair "Well I done my share of betting on fights, cards, pool, you name it, I bet on it. Plus you've got a record people remember. 25 and 1 good enough odds for this man to bet his stash of cash on you no?"
After he pulled the shot glass off the top of the bottle he said "Well now what got you fightin' in wing city? They bigger venues in other area now. You know that don't you?"
After he pulled the shot glass off the top of the bottle he said "Well now what got you fightin' in wing city? They bigger venues in other area now. You know that don't you?"
poured a shot in his glass and threw his head back as he down it without pause. "Oh now I got other ways of makin' money. Old Alex aint no one trick pony. I'm what you'd call a lazy but busy man all the same. Name Crow by the way Alex Crow...pleased to meet you."
Alex Crow shook his head and put his hand over his face "Got to quit drinkin' at Gambits I say the strangest things in the damnedest places. No more anti-freeze in a bottle for me." with that he picked up his guitar case and started walking again. It had been a long night. Evidently longer than he could remember. Still feeling the hair of the dog he sat down with his guitar case sitting beside him.