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Alexander Dalton

"You really don't want to see me angry ok. . . . . "

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a character in “Welcome to the Nightmare”, originally authored by fate0013, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Alexander Dalton






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Theme Song 1|| War of change|Thousand foot Krutch ||

Theme Song 2|| Welcome to the Black Parade|My Chemical Romance ||

Love Theme || Innocence|Avril Lavigne ||

Emotional theme|| Rain|Breaking Benjamin ||

Battle Theme|| Manafest|Pushover ||

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Imageβœ– Full Name βœ–: Alexander Takahashi Dalton

βœ– Nicknames βœ–: Alex/ Taka/ Dalton

βœ– Age βœ–: 17

βœ– Gender βœ–: Male

βœ– Romantic Interest βœ–: TBA

βœ– Sexuality βœ–: Heterosexual

βœ– Nationality βœ–: 1/2 Japanese & 1/2 American

βœ– Alignment βœ–: Lawful Neutral

βœ– Face Claim βœ–: Kazu Mikura/Air gear





Imageβœ– Physical Description/Clothing Preference βœ–:Body type|| Alexander is what one would call a "born athlete", but you wouldn't guess by looking at him. To most he seems scrawny and frail. While reaching a height of 5 feet and eight inches, weighing in at around 165.lbs, the boy is fairly average and pretty forgettable. But one should never judge a book by its cover. Alex is thin yet limber with not to broad shoulders, he's surprisingly fit and has little fat body. Possessing long muscles in his arms and legs with a solid core, His build takes on the likeness of a gymnast or a swimmer, plus he has little to no excess Body hair to speak of. If not for his timid demeanor and tendency to avoid others, Alex would be considered fairly attractive. Due to the demand for energy, Alex has a high metabolism even for a teenage boy, eating almost his entire body weight in food at a single given time. His build does not help him much since he tries not to attract attention, especially when it comes to most females.

Skin Tone|| After Spending many hours working out and training outdoors, Alexander has fairly tanned skin. In truth he doesn't pay much attention to it or really cares for that mater. Along with Alex tending to stray away from attention, he has no real reason to try and show it off.

Hair|| Dull, golden blond in a messy wind swept style

Eye Color|| A deep navy blue similar to deep sea water

Clothing Attire|| Favoring function over fashion, there tends to be little flash to Alexander's wardrobe. Most of his outfits consist of urban and street clothing. usually wearing stuff one could find at malls or local skater shops. A common outfit he tends to wear is a thin hoodie with a jacket over it, jeans, and running shoes. But no mater what the outfit, you will never see him without his off white beanie. Alex seems to be a bit protective of his beanie, kicking the crap out of anyone who is stupid enough to take it off his head.

βœ– Birthmark/Piercing/Tattoo/Scar/Noticeable Features βœ–:
- A single, jagged scar across his forehead, which he tries to hide with his bangs and hat, he got it right around the same time of the "accident". Alex has burn scars covering most of his arms, legs, and chest. most are due to the "accident" others were inflicted on him by bullies over the course of his life.
- Tribal tattoos on his back

βœ– Use A Weapon? βœ–:
Will either use anything available at the time. He prefers blunt ones.
"I would honestly rather avoid really hurting someone."

βœ– Phobos βœ–: Arsonphobia - the fear of fire/flames
||Major power||
Fire generation/control
for his phobos, Alex is able to create, conjure, manipulate, and control fire for various purposes. He is able to change the properties of fire such as its "form", allowing it to take shape as an ethereal or solid state, and even being able to make them explode. he seems to be able to control what gets burnt or not. His phobos is strongly tied to the emotions anger and hate, thus increasing his power when he is having strong episodes of said emotions, the downside being his loss of control and even sanity at its worst. true to being his fear, Alex will often use this power in a ranged manner so as to stay as far away from the flames as possible, he will however use them directly when the situation is dire.
Is also able to. . .
  • Control already existing fire.
  • Create fire from heat.
  • Fire/heat resistance
  • Shape fire into into tools, objects, weapons and other items
  • Control the size and shape of fire
  • Create heat to a low degree
-Weakness/drawbacks:
  • can hurt others if not aware of them or concentrating on keeping them from burning
  • The bigger and stronger the fire, the harder it is to actually control
  • He has to either be aware of or see the space he makes his fire in.
  • Can still be harmed by heat and fire given time.
  • Anger and hate causes the loss of control
  • Water and ice

Imageβœ– Shade βœ–: Zazzie - Fire Djinn
Zazzie is a Djinn. In human legends, his kind are able to grant wishes. This is not too far from the truth. Granted, they have great power, but depending on the djinn, there are a wide range of requirements that would have to be made, whether it is a test, a battle of wits, or even some impossible task, a djinn does not make it easy for a "wish" to be granted. Djinn are beings of fire, lightning, and wind. Their forms ranging in humanoid to beastly or even shapeless. Zazzie is a more primal form of fire Djinn. Like most of his kind, he is a trickster that delights in the frustration of mortals and how easily they are surprised. he is brash, ill tempered, bold, head strong, and very pretentious. He and Alex don't tend to see eye to eye. . . at all. Zazzie wonders how he was even bound to such a pitiful mortal. even so, Zazzie assists Alex in whatever he cannot do alone and actually gives good advice, even if it does not make sense half the time. In combat, Zazzie is a living inferno that rends everything in his way to ash and cinders, at other times using his unusual gifts as a djinn to confuse and cause chaos. An unusual ability he seems to posses is to merge with Alex for short periods of time, granting the boy his great powers.

βœ– Hobbies/Skills βœ–:
  • Great at improvisation and quick on his feet
  • Skate boarding
  • trained in judo and bits and pieces of other martial arts
  • Climbing
  • Building and tinkering
  • Free running
βœ– Personality βœ–: Alexander is a kind and caring person. He is usually always willing to help people. Though he often feels like others are more important than himself, especially compared to most others. Alexander's modest and surprisingly insecure nature was born from years of living in the shadow of others. This, coupled with a tendency to under-perform in front of others, often leads people to underestimate him. In reality, he is hard-working, smart, and dedicated; willing to take on any task presented to him. A rather carefree individual at heart, the boy is the type of person who will just go with the flow even in the worst of situations. always staying positive and doing his best to keep up the moral of the others. surprisingly has trouble socially with others, and tries to avoid speaking when he can.





Image☒ Likes ☒:
Being active, Food(will eat anything but likes to be healthy), Helping out, His friends, peace and quiet, Reading, Exploring, Trying new things, seeing the others happy, Music, Running

☒ Dislikes ☒:
Sitting still too long, fighting( if he can avoid it), Dishonest people, unnecessary loud noises, seeing others hurt, Dogs, The Facility, being the center of attention

☒ Flaws ☒:
  • Thinks little of himself
  • Believes everyone else is better then him
  • Takes too much burden onto himself
  • tends to follow more then take charge

☒ Other Fears☒:
  • Needles
  • Human contact(mild)
  • loneliness
  • The death of those he cares about
  • Not being able to help when he is needed most

☒Secrets ☒:
  • Hates himself for his "blending in" nature and his uncontrolled temper
  • Is capable of killing others easily
  • Killed his abusive father intentionally in the "Accident"
  • Goes off on his own without telling the others





Image☒Bio ☒:Alexander's Life was never an easy one. His childhood was far from ideal. His mother died when he was born, which was the beginning of his harsh and tragic life. After his birth, His father gradually became a raging alcoholic as the years went by. This evidently led to him beating Alex on a daily basis once he hit eleven. School life was no better for him. Alex was ridiculed to no end due to his dual heritage, most considering him stupid just for being half American. Every student talked down to him, telling the boy that he was useless and that he could never be anyone of importance. He was beaten at times too. In the halls, locker rooms and the bathrooms. it didn't matter. It was even worse once his fear of fire was discovered. burn marks and scars began to pepper his arms and legs as the days passed by. His teachers didn't seem to care, allowing his torment to continue on. His father too called him worthless, blaming him for the death of his wife. Alex's life was nothing but miserable as he grew up. He found escape in running, Traversing the streets and roof tops of the city, trying desperately to escape his life. The more he ran, the more free he felt. It drove him to push forward, giving him a drive to seek out something he was good at. To discover something that would make him no longer be seen as a nothing. He gradually became more and more active due to this. Finding solitude and peace in his activities. Alexander soon found himself attending local martial arts dojos, training harder then everyone, even his own teachers. While he did gain respect in the dojos, outside, nothing changed. The boy was still looked down on and hidden in the shadows of others. That was until his thirteenth birthday.

On that day when his father was beating him. A glass bottle was broken against his forehead, cutting a deep gash into it. It was then when Alex snapped. His father went to punch him again, only to have a few of his fist be caught by Alex. Right then and there, the stored anger boil over. He began to attack his father, letting out years of suppressed hate and anger for everything the man had put him through, for the life he had to live. What he had not realized was somehow a fire had started in the apartment building he lived in and the blaze was almost in full force. When Alexander finally calmed down, he could no longer recognize the beaten pulp that was once his father, it was almost a shock for the boy, seeing the now dead body. It was then when the gravity of what he had just done fell upon him. He had just taken someones life. only then did he notice the fire, but it was too late. His vision faded to black.

When he awoke, He was in a hospital bed and covered in bandages. It did not take much for him to piece together what had happened to him. it had been two days since the fire, Alex recalled the events that had taken place that night. the bottle shattering against his head, his anger, the flames, and his father. His father. He had killed the man. He was told that his dad had perished in the fire before they had a chance to save him. Alex had no intention on clarifying the truth to the police. after a three months, he was put into a foster home. He went back to school. His life moved on, a few years passed, and he was no longer bullied or picked on. Alex was ignored. Nobody wanted to deal with someone who was already "broken". And so thats how things where. . . all until that night, and he awoke to a nightmare.

☒Hospital Mental Evaluation ☒:
"I would rather not go into too much detail on Dalton's psyche. He's quiet. He mostly keeps to himself, and rarely causes trouble. That's more than I can say for most of the people on this list. Dalton's various conditions make him prone to shying away from most social interaction as it seems. I am going to request a temporary release for him to be studied outside the hospital, so as to try and reintegrate him into society. Boy's like him, level-headed and bearing such troubles on top of a host of unchecked cases of mental and physical abuse? It is a wonder how his mind has not snapped into insanity or become twisted into some homicidal killer. I would like to point out that he seems to be holding something back, something he is trying to hide. Further test might be in order."


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☒ Other ☒:
Almost never takes off his hat unless he is getting serious

So begins...

Alexander Dalton's Story

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Alex Walked through the graveyard that was behind the chapel. after having waking up in this place and meeting That strange woman, He was a bit out of sorts. His instincts told him he should find someplace safe that was not out in the open. He had been even more surprised when he found he had awoken in his favored clothing and not his pajamas. He sighedThis is some gods way of a sick joke. Realizing his thought just then, he could not help but chuckle a bit. Oh right, apparently the gods do exist. I should remember to figure out just who sent me here so I can shove my foot up their ass. With that he quickly stormed ahead.

Opening the huge back doors, Alexander stepped into the massive gothic building. he couldn't help but gape at the sheer size of the building from the inside. Is it me, or is this place a LOT bigger on the inside then it is on the outside?. He starts walking down the aisles slowly. keeping an eye on his surroundings. from what he could gather, this world anything but safe. He winced a little as he noticed just how much his foot steps echoed even when he walked lightly. Seeing as there were not really much other options for him, he thought he might as well see if anyone was home. " HELLOOOOOOooooooooo?" Alex’s voice reverberated and echoed A bit more than intended. It almost sounded like a thousand of himself replying back. He Sighed again and sat down in one of the ornate benches, shoved his hands into his pockets, and waited. This is going to be one hell of a time Out of boredom, he began hitting the back of his head against the wood of the bench, listening to the echoing all around him.

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"This has to be a dream."

Eris had delivered her message and left a few minutes ago. Raine however, still hadn't budged from her bed yet. She was still trying to piece this all together. Each of Eris' words hit her like a brick; beings of great power? A world where nightmares come true? It couldn't be real. In disbelief, Raine reached and pinched her arm as hard as she could. A small hiss of pain from her lips and the stinging sensation confirmed it was not a dream, it was real.

She got off the bed and began to idly wander, looking for somewhere safe; if this was a world where your nightmares could come true, she needed to find some form of safety. As she walked, it was ominously quiet, and no one seemed to be around. The silence and the sound of her footsteps only seemed to put her on edge. "Okay Raine, stay calm..." She thought. "There has to be a way out of this place. Just... think. Find somewhere safe, then come up with a plan."

She eventually found herself walking through a graveyard. The girl felt uncomfortable as she passed each stone, and it reminded her what Eris said earlier.

"Try and die bravely, will you?"

Raine shuddered at the thought of some monster showing up and killing her. Do these graves belong to people who may have been here before?

Once past the graveyard, a medium sized chapel's doors was in front of her. If there was a safe place, she hoped this was it. She pushed open the doors as quietly as she could, hoping not to alert anything that may have been nearby. Two steps inside, she was already fascinated with the decor and size of the place. How was it so much bigger inside? Each footstep echoed more than she wanted it to, but it felt... calm inside; almost like a sanctuary of safety. That didn't mean to let her guard down though.

" HELLOOOOOOooooooooo?"

Raine let out a startled gasp as she heard a voice echo throughout the building. There was someone else here? She walked as quietly as she could to find the source of the noise. Hoping the source was friendly, she peeked her head around the corner, and saw someone repeatedly hitting their head against the back of a bench as they sat there, the sound of the dull impact echoing throughout the sanctuary.

"Who is that? Maybe I should go talk to... wait... my notepad!"

Raine pat herself down until she found a small notepad and a pencil in her skirt pocket of her uniform. Sighing with relief, she approached the person from behind slowly, readying to defend herself if he was insane or something.

She stopped momentarily however, as her stomach began to churn and she felt her Glossophobia kicking in. She tried her best to overpower it; the weight of this situation was more important than fearing to talk to somebody. Besides, it was only one person... who probably wants to kill her...

Her heart pounded in her chest with tension as she slowly reached to tap him on his shoulder to get his attention.

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Alexander was starting to wonder if he was alone. This did not sink in too well. I should find at least someone, I might go crazy staying in a place like this alone. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned. He had forgotten he had only just woke up what, a few minutes ago?

Blinking the sleep out of his eyes finally, he froze in realization that there was another presence in the massive room. His body went ridged as he breathed out heavily. Eris said this place is dangerous right? could whatever else that just came in be here to kill me? wait. Shit! its already behind me!?!? am I going to die here? without a fight!?! He was close to doing something rash when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Blinking, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. must be friendly then. why would something trying to kill you just tap your shoulder.

Calmly, Alex turned to face what was apparently a girl that seemed around his age. Sheepishly, he responded to her after what seemed like a very long minute.

"H-Hey there. . . I'm guessing you met Eris too? "

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Raine released the breath she didn't know she was holding. Good, he didn't look like he meant her any harm. Actually, judging on the question he just asked, he was in the same boat as her. She nodded in response to his question.

She walked around the bench and stood in front of him, then pulled out her notepad and pencil. She had some questions for him, and hopefully he'd be able to help. Before the pencil touched the paper, her stomach began to churn again, her lifelong phobia reminding her of it's existence. She swallowed hard and tried to push the fear down. This was not the time to be freaking out; her life could be at stake.

With an exhale she wrote: "Yes, I met Eris, but I don't know how I got here. I walked around a little and I found this place. Do you know where we are, or what to do?"

She thought for a second on how weird he might find her for writing notes to him instead of speaking, so she added,"I also have a disorder where I can't form words to speak, so i'm sorry if this is weird to you... D:"

She looked up from the notepad and looked into his navy blue eyes, which made her a bit uncomfortable once more. Sucking it up, she turned the pad around and held it up for him to read it.

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Alastair stared blankly, a hand pressed firmly against the bone white tree, the unfamiliar texture of it causing the word he heard earlier to strike even harder. This was not the world he was from, nor was it a dream. He thought it was one of his nightmares to start with. The woman with grey skin and wings claiming to be a goddess of discord. Her appearance alone at the foot of his bed was almost enough to send Alastair running for the hills, and now thinking back on it all he could only shiver and turn his gaze to landscape around him

Striding slowly away from the bed, the novelty of the fact he awoke fully clothed and booted turned into gratitude as he could feel under his boots that the ground was hard and unforgiving. " Damn that Eris.. i am given clothes but no form of sanctuary" he muttered to himself as he scanned around and took note of a hill, the high ground would give him a better view and maybe help gain his bearings.

Having hit his full stride now Alastair was making ground with some pace, but constantly his eyes were scanning around, he was still on edge and not about to let his guard down any time soon. He felt a sinking feeling start to set in as he was at the base of the hill now. What if something was on the other side?, he was walking blind, but the potential benefit of the vantage point was overcoming that small doubt. Using all the muscles in his legs to power up the side of the hill, he watched with anticipation as the other side slowly come into view. Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Roof, Roof? " Is that a bloody chapel?" he questioned, Standing with a questioning look. Better that nothing he thought, It was still a distance but semblance of anything he recognized was useful.

Carefully traversing down the slope, he soon found himself moving with a renewed vigor as the chapel gave him an idea, people, maybe he was to quick earlier to curse Eris but he was still reserving judgement. When he finally was getting closer he cupped his hands round his mouth and shouted " Anyone here?" he said listening carefully for any semblance of a response

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Raine was holding up the notepad for a few seconds before she heard the sound of someone's voice outside. She wasn't sure what they were saying but it sounded like it was coming from outside of the front of the chapel. She held her notepad up for 3 more seconds before she pocketed it, hoping that the man she wrote it for had enough time to read it. Her head turned towards the direction of the noise as her body tensed up once more. Was this voice friendly as well?

Raine's eyes quickly scanned the room for anything she could use to defend herself in case it was some kind of monster. Her eyes eventually fell on a metal decanter, and she quickly grabbed it off the table it was on. She then turned and looked at the man, making eye contact with him, then nodding her head towards the direction of the door to indicate "we should check that out". She then put her finger to her lips and said "Shhhhh." If there was a monster outside, they should check it out quietly to not alert it of their presence.

She slowly walked to the front chapel doors, trying to be as quiet as possible, feeling her heart picking up pace again. She stopped and turned to see if the man was with her; she rather do this with someone else than alone.

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"Yes, I met Eris, but I don't know how I got here. I walked around a little and I found this place. Do you know where we are, or what to do?"

The notepad had caused Alex to raise an eyebrow at first, up until the girl explained her disorder. Considering what Eris had said, it became apparent that every "normal" person he was going to meet was going to have some dominate fear. He looked away for a moment, closed his eyes and pinched his brow. He considering this, Alex had a thought. Didn't Eris say something about our fear helping us survive? Since he was having trouble recalling what she had said, he dismissed it for later.

Looking back at the girl, He gave a small smile. " It's nice to meet you. sorry though, I know just about as much as you do about . . . well, everything going on. " He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck while she kept holding up her notepad. well, at least I am not alone here. . .

Right before he was going to ask the girl something, Alex heard someone at the front door. Seeing her run for a weapon, He quickly grabs a broken wooden beam not to far away from his persons. She signaled for them to check it out.

Nodding, Alex slowly walked around the benches and came to a halt at one side of the door. Taking a deep breath and gulping, he held his wooden beam in his hands like a bat and got ready. Please not be dangerous. . .

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Stopping with a dull thud of his boots, Alastair glanced up at the chapel. Deep down he was hoping for signs that this was built by at least something that resembled human, but his hope were dashed by its condition of disrepair. The main thought that troubled his mind was the thought that this whole chapel could be a brilliantly disguised trap, all set to try and lure refugees into a waiting maw.

Hesitating he walked off to the side, and turned his attention to the only other thing that stood out within this area, the graveyard. Many questions were raised about these graves, none of which really made Alastair feel any better, for all he knew they could be the graves of the victims that came before him, heck they may have even been a plot of land waiting to bury his corpse if he was to die.

"Memento Mori" he stated under his breath as he turned back to the chapel and headed for its doors. Carefully pushing the doors open slowly he stepped inside swiftly, trying to let his eyes adjust to the sight before him, Nothing seemed to stand out and he could not tell yet whether that was a good or bad thing. His boot steps echoed loudly within the building as he took a couple more step down the center aisle, the unnerving thought of his own death from seeing the graveyard was subdued for the moment as he could at least see some reprieve while he could plan and prioritize his next Moves.

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Raine slowly peeked through the front doors of the chapel and saw a rather tall and intimidating man near the front. His size compared to her and the guy with her was big enough that he could overpower them with some ease. Great.

She watched him divert his attention over to the graveyard for a moment before mumbling something and walking towards the entrance. Raine quickly ducked away from the door as the man walked in, his boots echoing louder than her own footsteps ever could. She gripped the metal decanter in her hand as she shot a look over towards the man with the beanie. If they were to survive, they had to work together. Step one? Make sure this guy isn't hostile, and defend themselves if necessary.

She pulled out her notepad and quickly scribbled down:"Go find out if he's a threat or not, and I'll go hide nearby. If he is a threat, yell "NOW!" and I'll sneak up on him and help you out."

Raine looked at the tall man who walked halfway down the aisle and seemed to be observing the building.

"Be careful."

She quietly tore the note from the pad and tossed it to the blond boy, nodded towards him, and crept her way behind one of the pillars in the sanctuary, not too far from the man in question. Clenching the decanter in her hand and staying as quiet as possible, she waited for beanie boy to make a move, and hope things would work out for the best.

Raine hated being this paranoid, but she had no idea what to expect in this mysterious world, and she wasn't ready to die yet. Thoughts began entering her mind, and all she thought was multiple ways she could end up dead; chills ran down her spine at the mere thought of not seeing her family again because she was mauled by some creature in another world.

Speaking of that...

She clenched her teeth in frustration as she remembered Eris' face; her cackle of laughter before leaving her in this hellish place.

"I hope I don't end up kicking Eris in the face before I can actually ask her how to get out of here..."