Alexander Cyphre
Age: 28
Nationality: Italian-American
Appearance:
Backstory: He was born a snowy morning of february. First of two children, he was normal, he just loved to listen to his mother read a lot. Beyond that, nothing special. He was normal.
And that was something that would hound his steps for the rest of his life: first born, early reader, obedient, listened to the parents, listened to the teachers, did his homework, did his chores and then he went to read on his bed. He was normal and boring, too strange to make friends easily, too chatty or too silent to keep them. Disinterested in sports, preferred playing elaborated games of make-believe.
He was, at once, too old and too young to feel comfortably in his body.
When he was a teenager, he rebelled in a way that he thought was interesting, making unsavory friends - nothing actually dangerous, he was too cautious for that - but enough that he would disobey to his parents once or twice.
It didn't really amount to... well, nothing. Those were act of... no consequence, done by the sake of themselves.
And then he finished high school. And he lost himself without the guiding light that was the standardized education. He tried to take some courses, tried a job as a barista, tried writing a book, tried, tried and tried.
Until he stopped trying. He simply... fell into a rut from where he didn't, couldn't get out without help, but his parents and his brother weren't equipped to help him. Day after day, one the same as the other without end, a stretch that didn't have date or time or start or finish. Just an infinite slew of words that never stopped flowing under his eyes, hundreds, thousands of pages appearing and disappearing on the screen of his laptop.
An empty life that, in the end, ate at his soul until he imagined that he would cry ink instead of tears.
No such luck, for him. Magic was still out of his grasp.
Biggest Achievement: Reading as much as he had.
Biggest Failure: Not... really amounting to... anything. Being... nothing.
Personal Wish: Magic. The ability to wield magic is something that he wanted from when he was a child. No matter that it was a pipe dream, that it was impossible. He yearned for it with all his heart, hoping that, someday, something would happen and would give him magic.
Likes and Dislikes:
Likes:
- Reading: anything, really. May it be a trash fanfiction from the internet or a 300 years old grimoire hidden in the library, he can lose hours and hours in the written word.
- Sweets: chocolate, cakes, pies, marmalade and jams, cream, caramel, fudge... anything that is sweet it's something that he adored.
- Playing: videogames, card games, tabletop rpg... it was as near as magic as he could get and it was often written. A good compromise and helped his imagination soar.
Dislikes:
- Bugs: can't stand them. It took him all of his teenager years to start to withstand the presence of bees and bigger flying insects. Bigger ones? He run or try to squash them with something long, to keep them far, far away from him.
- Red meat: especially innards. While he was relatively fine with burgers and sausages, anything more was met with tolerance at best.
- Being told to do something that he would have done by himself. The fastest way to not make him do that.
Objectives In New World: Magic! All the magic. After that... explore, he never really did explore his old world and experiment new things. Maybe find love? Find some old ruins! Map a labyrinth. Something that will make so that people will remember him somewhat.
