||BASICS||
Name; Alexander Scott Sabernick
AKA; Alex, Xander, Saber
Age; 29
Birth Date; May 4, 1980
Ethnicity; German, English, Irish, Swedish.
Birth Place; Rochester, NY
Parent(s); Bernard Sabernick, Irene Sabernick
Sibling(s); Emily [26], Edward [23], Rebecca [19], Susan [13]
Religion; Christian/Lutheran.
Sign; Taurus.
Traits; Possessive, Permanent, Patient, Reliable, Warm-hearted, Loving, Persistent, Determined, Placid, Security-loving, Jealous, Resentful, Inflexible, Self-indulgent, & Greedy.
Pet Peeves; People who chew with their mouths open, people who whine a lot, people who try to boss him around.
Current Occupation; Photo journalist for the associated press (aka free lance)
||PERSONALITY||
First Impression; Dark, Brooding, Quiet, Evil.
Behavior; Depending on the situation, Alexander can either be a charming person, someone you are thankful to have around, who's charisma is nothing but beneficial or, unfortunately, he can be a completely rude mongrel you wish would disappear or forget how to speak. There are easily two basic sides to Alexander though, the dark side, and the good side.
The dark side of Alexander is often referred to as Xander. Arrogant, cocky, conceited, unreliable, selfish, and self absorbed are the basis of this persona. It's the do what I want when I want with no regards for anyone else behavior, the glare and say something cold just to see you flinch and crawl away. This side of Xander tends to show up when he hasn't had enough sleep or he feels someone is trying to trick him. He is manipulative, controlling, and tends to plot against anyone and set them up for a huge down fall. The dark side is an intelligent bully.
Contrary to the dark side, is Alex, the good guy. Alex is the type who will give you the shirt off his back, who will go out of his way to do favors and good deeds for strangers. This is the guy who gives his change to every charity box he sees, the guy who holds doors open for everyone, who sees someone drop something and runs to return it to them, etc. This is the guy who makes his parents proud, who will listen to anyone who needs a shoulder to cry on, who will buy two dozen roses and give one to every woman in his life that he cares about. The guy who sets up romantic dates, who will cuddle instead of playing play-station or wii. This side of Alex is usually the side people get to meet. He is playful, charming, grateful for all that he has. Too bad he can't be around twenty-four seven.
Personal Quote; "You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act."Barbara Hall, A Summons to New Orleans, 2000.
||APPEARANCE||
Height; 6'2".
Weight; 175 lbs.
Eye Color; Blue Green.
Hair Color; Brown.
Tattoo(s); None.
Piercing(s); None.
Defining Marks; Has a little red birthmark next to his belly button, a small scar on his right cheek.
||HEALTH||
Eyesight; Perfect of course.
Hearing; Questionable. Selective Hearing.
Dominant Hand; Left.
Allergies; Ragweed. Deathly.
Disabilities; Personality.
Overall; Decent Health. Takes his vitamins.
||PSYCHOLOGY||
Type; Introverted, Thinker.
Fears; Snakes, Spiders, Needles.
Phobias; Superstitious, Can't Touch A Peach.
Personal Weaknesses; Bad right knee.
Personal Strengths; Awesome hand-eye coordination.
Handicaps; Laziness count?
IQ; Average.
Mental Health; Fair.
||SOCIAL||
Interest(s); Camping, Hiking, The Great Outdoors, Photography, Hockey, Wine, Good Italian Food, Beer, Women, Classic Cars, Sleep, Fantasy Books, Star Wars, Fire Fly, Jogging, Swimming, etc.
Sexual Preference; Straight.
Status; Single.
Currently; None.
Previously; Rayne Kaliyah Marquez
||HISTORY||
History; May 4th, 1980 was the day that Yugoslav President Tito died, his funeral would later become the worlds biggest diplomatic meeting and media event ever, with more than 140 state delegations in Belgrade from all over the world. It also happens to be the day that famous software engineer Alex Reyes was born, the day that actress Kay Hammond past away, and my personal favorite, it was the day that Royals catcher Darrell Porter‚ returning to the starting lineup after spending 6 weeks in alcohol and drug rehabilitation‚ drives in 3 runs in Kansas City's 5-3 win over Boston. Oh, I also happened to be born that day.
I could spout on about how my birth was an absolute blessing to my family and how being the first grandchild, let alone grandson, was an extreme honor to my grandparents. However, instead I'll be a little more honest with you. My parents were barely out of high school and my dad knocked up my mom. My parents got married about two months before I popped out and yet, are still together and in love to this day, go figure. Especially since neither of them originally had intended to ever marry or ever have kids. So I'm guess what you could call a mistake that fixed two individuals lives, or I'm a mistake which cemented two people together who may or may not have gotten married otherwise.
As for my childhood? Well it was nothing short of being normal. I played pee-wee hockey and was good actually. Am still do this day a huge fan of the sport. I had siblings being born left and right, seemed like mom was always pregnant though in truth she wasn't. I was an average student, didn't stick out too much academically however my rap sheet for detention did speak volumes. Remember that spray glue in cans that use to be around? The one with the line nozzle and dried super fast? It was suppose to be for industrial uses? Yeah, I'm the jackass kid who used it on all the doors at school so no one could get in or out. I had to get up mind you at four am to ensure I did it before anyone actually arrived to school. Point is, my stunts were lavish and juvenile and I got in a lot of trouble as a kid.
On a whole I had a good childhood. Loving family, popular enough though could have had more close friends, wealthy enough though would have wished for a new car instead of the clunker I spent a whole summer fixing up (only for said clunker to end up wrapped around a tree that winter). Basically life was normal, good, healthy vibrant but not over the top. My childhood was good, my teen years were interesting. Life was good.
And then there is young adult college years. Let's see... at first there was the insatiable need to get into all sorts of trouble. Girls, beer, idiotic events, etc. College at first was one big party. I started off as a journalism major, expecting that one day I would be in New York City and reporting the big news. I would be epically famous for revealing some huge government conspiracy. And then I saw a camera, I saw that I didn't want glory as much as I wanted to be the hot guy with a camera who got girls attention by taking their picture. Yes, sadly, I kid you not. Photo journalism became my life because a camera always seems to attract females. Sorry, I'm not scum, I'm just honest.
So yes, my major became photo journalism, and then I met a woman I almost married. Her name was... well... never mind that part. I have decided not to mention her name. The point is she fell on me, and I fell in love. Lasted a long time too, all through college and then onto the present aka adult hood. Her and I had some good times, some great times, but unfortunately for us both I just don't want to settle down just yet. So it ended, probably not on the best of terms, but what's done is done. I'm sure she's happy with some retarded muscle bond pin up boy and I am perfectly content with every cute bubbly blond who passes. Le sigh, that's life.
As an adult, or I should say, since becoming an adult, I have found that fame I always wanted. Ok, well not as much of it and not as notably as I would like, but photo journalism has been good to me. I work for the associated press on most stories, though a couple have landed in the times, the New Yorker, USA Today, and so on and so forth. I do freelance pieces for magazines, news papers, websites, etc. I get to travel the world, visit exotic locations, try different things, meet different women. I did find the right career for me which is good. A lot of the time I think of myself as Jimmy Stewart's character in Rear Window by Alfred Hitchcock, Mr. L. B. 'Jeff' Jefferies. Minus the whole broken legs and everything, he is a known bachelor living the photo journalism lifestyle, quiet nicely by the way. More so who could complain about Grace Kelly being your love interest?
These days I spend most of my time working. When I'm not working I like to catch up on video games, go to the bars with friends and hit on younger women, go camping or hiking if the season is right, maybe join an adult hockey league and play for a bit. I like to stay active, I can't stand having absolutely nothing to do. I'm pretty basic, I think I don't differ from most men. I don't know. Can I be done writing this now?
||RANDOM||
~ Absolutely cannot stand when someone tries to hold a conversation with him while he's working on something or trying to watch television. Has written people off for life because of this.
~ If he was to die tomorrow and only could have one last meal of anything, Xander would easily choose his grandmother's potroast and a nice huge bowl of thin spaghetti with butter.
~ Refers to Vodka as angry juice due to the fact that almost every time he has gotten drunk on the liquid, he has gotten in a fight against his wishes.
~ First job ever was working for a local television studio. He wore the mascot costume and proceeded to get beat up by children. He hated that job more then anything.
~ Dream car is a 1962 Buick Special. Has only seen one in good condition his whole life. Plans to find one and restore it before the age of 40.
~ While he comes from a functional family himself, when it comes to letting people in easily, Xander is anything but functional that way. Doesn't see marriage in his future.
~ As a kid Xander wanted to write and draw comic books. Learned in high school he had no shot of doing that due to his lacking talent when it comes to drawing.
~ Has a scar on his face from when the neighbor's dog bit his face when he was five. To this day has issues with dogs but doesn't like to admit it.
~ Hates girls who dumb themselves down. Will not even take a second glance at any woman who uses the word "like" in a sentence more than once without just cause.
~ Was suspended in high school for being caught in the girl's locker room with a video camera. Is considered a legend back at his old high school for doing that stunt.
~ Perfect day includes waking up to orange blossom tea with honey, pancakes, being able to play video games for a couple hours, a blow job in the afternoon, pizza dinner, followed by a night at the bars.
~ Doesn't like sensitive guys at all. Has been known to do things to make another man cry just because he finds it absolutely weak of the other man to consider crying, let alone in public.
~ Has a dog named Bowser. Bowser tends to sniff up random skirts and get ladies attention. Bowser is easily Xander's best friend.
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