Aleksander is a teenage boy of sixteen years of age, weighing 156 pounds and measuring in at five foot ten inches. Endowed with a pair of glassy dark brown eyes and messy, straight black hair; his pale skin resulting from his upbringing in Warsaw, Poland?s capital city.
Abandoned at the age of seven, he quickly learned how to take care of himself, avoiding the watchful eye of the authorities of course. His unparalleled solitude earned him a distinct personality of being rather cynical and hostile, due to the early abandonment, this also caused to him to mature distrustfully.
At the age of eight, Aleksander found himself enrolled into a discreet assassin academy in Seattle, gaining skills that would make him a formidable foe for an enemy of twice his age over. He made his first kill at the age of nine, his training partner; this initial act alone hardened his heart from the throbbing slab of flesh that used to reside there.
As a result of this kill, he was often pursued by other students that had favoured his victim over himself. In the beginning, this often prompted him to run and hide into darkness, slowly increasing his quality of vision in the dark. These pursues continued over an extended period of two months, always watching his footsteps and never speaking out too loudly or saying too much. These mannerisms enabled him to progressively develop other traits, such as stealth.
In his early years of academy life, the use of weapons were strictly prohibited, so naturally, as resourceful as he was, Aleksander improvised. Instead of using the much preferred blades and swords, he would rely on his unarmed combat skills. This made Aleksander much more aggressive over time, also increasing his acute awareness of his surroundings. The effect of this impacted him early on, providing him with fast, defensive reflexes to coincide with his lean, agile frame.
At night he rarely slept, he kept his wit about him at all times never being able to trust a single soul. He slowly discovered that he required less and less sleep over time, until it was quite normal for him to go a week or two without sleep.
By the time he had reached the age of twelve years, he had earned himself a lethal reputation and a weapon of choice, the katana; he had killed four other students, not bearing any empathy for those that stood in his way. He had acquired many scars, the most memorable being a largely visible slash alongside his jugular vein. Throughout these battles he had shed a lot of blood and was able to resist his own pain much more easily. A small habit of his was to fidget if he had nothing more to do, a characteristic of his pickpocketing skill; he also went through the processes to kill a random passer-by in his mind, cold-hearted and cruel, these thoughts comforted him.
Renowned for being hot-headed and impulsive, he was quite a danger to the academy, and more often than not, death followed his presence. By the time he had been driven out of the academy, eleven students had been killed in total, and as a result, saw him expelled from the academy at the age of fourteen. Leaving that place with nothing but the clothes on his back and his cherished katana, Aleksander got on a train to anywhere.
Ending up in the hectic expanses that was New York City, he knew he could start afresh; nobody would know who he was, but all in good time, he would get to know quite a few of them, whilst remaining inconspicuously incognito and that was just the way he liked it. He had little to his name, of which nobody had ever heard being mentioned before; logic, sense of direction, his clothing, 9mm pistol and his treasured katana was all he had, and this was all he would ever need. Now at sixteen, Aleksander answers to absolutely nobody and walks alone in the place that many people call home.
"As long as there's two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want the other one dead. That's where my job comes in."
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