||Role|| 

Human of Rasilika

||Name|| 

Aleksander
➸Aleksander is a very common human name. It was picked for him as it is an easy name, no trouble remembering it.

Alek
➸It is not his official birth name, but Alek prefers it over the full version. It has more personality for him, it is more of a name and less of a number

No last name
➸He does not posses a last name. His father was unknown, so he couldn't take on his last name. Those who took him in after his mothers death did not care to remember her last name, leaving him nameless. Not that it matters anyway, he is only human after all, nothing of importance

||Age|| 

22

||Gender|| 

Male

||Sexuality|| 

Uncertain. Aleksander has never truly had the chance to figure out who he is, without being told what to do. He does not know which sex he finds attractive, whether it matters, whether he finds the attention at all.

||Species|| 
Human

||Kingdom|| 
Rasilika

||Appearance|| 

alessandro bedetti

||Powers/Abilities|| 
None

||Personality|| 

Aleksander does not know who he is. How can any human? Born in a world that only knows how to push them down. He admires those who know themselves, who have a personality outside of what is expected of them. Those with dreams, goals and inspirations. It is all so incredible foreign to him, like a dream. You see, Aleksander had spend his entire like pretending to be something, someone else. He has spend so many years pretending to be something he wasn't, and now he can no longer find who he is. Who he is when there is no one around, no one to keep on the mask, and yet he still does. Simply because he knows no better, because he does not know what he would be without it. He feels empty, as if once the mask gets taken off, there is nothing behind it. Just air, an empty promise of freedom. It is pathetic. He hates himself for it. For losing himself within the role he has to play. Someone once said 'I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees'. Aleksander wishes he was like that, wishes his survival instincts would lose to his pride. It never happens, his desperate need to survive always wins. That is who he is at his heart, that is what would truly describe him. A survivor. Someone who fights tooth and nail, who will be dragged to hèll still screaming. He is so incredible scared to die, so intensely does he want to live. And living he will, no matter the cost. He will do what it takes to life another day. It is not the promise of freedom, of release that keeps him pushing. No it is simply the desire to keep breathing, to keep his heart beating in his chest.

Thus, he will do what it takes to survive. As said before, Aleksander lost himself. He has no idea who he is, and that is all because he forced himself to be what he needed to be. His entire life he has worn a mask, to be the perfect picture of whatever was expected of him. The mask has been on so long, it has sunk in his skin, becoming part of him. His entire personality, his entire life even, resolves around pleasing others. He must be perfect, in whatever they demand from him. He will be the perfect solider, the perfect servant, the perfect companion. He can be sweet, stubborn, naive, whatever you require of him, he will do it. There is truly no bound to the lengths he will go to please those around him. Part of it is his endless need for survival. His craving for air in his lungs, sunlight on his face. Another part is the more practical side. Pleasing the fae makes ones life easier, it gives them privileges one would not have without it. Resisting is useless, you will never overpower a fae away, it is much easier, much more pleasant to simply do as they say. However, another part is that he genuinely loves to make other people happy. Aleksander is lost, but the few shreds of his soul that still hang together are deeply and utterly kind. He despises violence, hates to see others in pain. He wishes only for happiness for those around him. Even when they hurt him, even when they discard him like a broken toy, he still can't hate them. It is his curse, to only see the good in others. Or perhaps it is a coping mechanism. To refuse to see the horrors in life, to keep ones' mind safe. This feeling is even more amplified with those he loves, and cares about. For those, he would do anything, perhaps even face his own fear of death. They may be the one reason for him to die on his feet, rather than live on his knees.

||Background|| 

Humans are rarely born in good circumstances. The world is not build for them, everyday is a battle for survival. Aleksander, however, was born in dire circumstances even for humans. He does not know his parents, does not even remember them. He only knows the little of what he has been told. He was told his father was unknown, probably another human serving in the war. Yes, Aleksander was born at the frontlines. Not just the frontlines, no he was born at the border between the three kingdoms, there the fight was the most extreme. A place where the smell of blood never left the air, the ringing of screams never stopped. Humans, fae, vampire and werewolf alike died day in day out. It was hell on earth. And that is where he was born, a small baby in a world that would have shredded him apart in seconds. His father was unknown, most likely a human serving for a different decision. His mother, on the other hand, was a register soldier. Most humans serving in the war at Rasilika's side were not there by choice, rather they were simply packed up and forced to the front. Their opinion on the matter irrelevant. His mother was different, she had volunteered to join the army. He never understood why, how bad her situation could have been for her to preferred the suffering on the front over it. He never had the chance to ask her.

Despite her volunteering, Aleksander's mother was still human, still cannon fodder. Fortunately, she had a sympathetic fae as commanding officer. The older woman, having served in the army for the better part of her 600 years had noticed her pregnancy before she did. The officer had pulled Aleksanders mother aside, informing her she was pregnant. The young woman was devastated, terrified of bringing a child into the world at such a place. But she could not leave, she had signed up for the army for at least 5 years, leaving now would be considered deserting. There was only one punishment for such actions, execution. Thus she was forced to remain there, getting more and more pregnant as the time passed. Her commanding officer, though, took pity on her. She allowed the soon to be mother to be tasked with only domestic duties, such as tending for the wounds. This saved her life, and by extension that of Aleksander. It would not have been possible for her to survive, heavily pregnant and fighting. Aleksander was born during winter, when the fight was at it hardest, the circumstances at the harshest. The birth was long and painful. He was later told his mothers screams drowned out the sounds of the war.

She was not allowed any medical care, that was reserved for those of higher standing alone. Giving birth alone, with only her squad mates and no medical help, the birth was fatal. Aleksander literally ripped her apart, and her squad mates were helpless to stop her bleeding, to keep her heart beating. She passed away only minuted after pushing him out, having held him one final time. Aleksander did not know how she felt in those moments, he would have given everything to know, to soften her pain. So Aleksander was orphaned only minutes after being born. A small human babe, all alone in the world. He had no family, no heritage, no one to take care of him. He would have died, had it not been for the same commanding fae officer. She took him in, raising him as one of her servants. She was not unkind, doing her best to give him some sense of a normal childhood. But she was fae, and she never truly understood how humans worked, what they needed. She never truly saw him as a child either, more like a pet. Thus, Aleksander grew up in the war. Waddling a toddler through the tents, learning to tend wounds before he could properly walk.

He as raised to serve, under the watchful eye of the commanding officer, he grew in the perfect human. Obedient. It became clear his physical abilities were lacking compared to his mental. Throwing him to the front would only get him killed, he was more useful within the medical tents. Tending to the wounded. How ironic, him growing into the person who could have saved his mother. Life was not good, it was violent, bloody and unrewarding. But it could be worse, he enjoyed a certain amount of safety, had the privilege to sleep in a bed and eat when hungry. Life was okay. Then the commanding officer retired, and took him with her. He was technically a free human, since his mother was, but the commanding officer considered him her servant regardless. And he would not refuse her. He travelled with her to the capital. Here life was different. Scheming and manipulation against the pure violence of the front lines. It was strange, and Aleksander was struggling to adjust, fighting to remain perfect. In the capital his worth shifted once again, his medical skills were irrelevant as they were deeply inferior to the capital healers. It's as his beauty instead that gained him attention. Because he carried a certain beauty, a gently almost fae like beauty. It was addictive to fae, who flocked to him. The commanding officer got many offers for him, but since she did not own him, she would not be able to sell him. Instead she advised him, offering him an new position. If he entertained her guests, she would protect him.

It was a choose, but both of them knew there was only one answer. Aleksander was promised it would never go too far, that he would just have to be pretty and they would not touch him. She did not break her promise, he was not forced into intimate situations many other humans were. Yes, the fae did like to touch his face, his hair, sometimes kissing his skin. But they remained at a certain distance, as if scared to break him when they touched him too long, something he remained grateful for. Of course, he doubts it will stay this way. He is still young, his beauty still in bloom, and Aleksander knows fae patience only goes so far

||Other||
➸He truly admires humans who go against the fae (or the other species). Their fire, their strength is something he wishes he had. If he would be able to help them he would, but he is often not in the position to.
➸Identity crisis who? No but seriously he seriously struggles with 'finding' himself. Whatever that may mean
➸Technically not a prostitute but a consort, someone who gets payed for their presence. It is a slippery slope, one he is scared to go off, but knows it is only a matter of time.
➸He has not had the chance to be close to other humans, but he seriously needs to. Like he needs a likeminded friend. Someone who sees him...well as a human being rather than a pet
➸He is actually a rather skilled healer. Of course, it is not comparable with those who have magical abilities, but it remains impressive nonetheless. And he really enjoys it, helping others has always been a part of him, and tending to the wounded is such a blessed way to do so