In the Southern-most reaches of Cheliax lies the exceptionally quaint, lucrative, and auspicious House of Mavis, Venerators of the Fallen Angel, Lilith. Out of these seven houses, Alexander belongs first and foremost, quite proudly, to the 2nd House of Pride. Prior to the establishment of the House of Mavis as a minor faction, Alexander merely sought out enemies of the house and subjugated them, and if possible, outright killed them. He became quite the headhunter, seeking out local holy clerics, his blade cleaving through their necks as well as their faith.
While he truly enjoyed this, and frankly kept to himself, his habits and shortcomings were still rather well-known. Alexander sought those that were of good fortitude, and worthy of being talked about. Truly, nothing stained his blade worse than the blood of the unworthy of such skill as his.
With the installation of the Mavis house as a faction, he has had to peel back on the murders, and finds himself walking back to local lodges with half-dead, greasy fools over his shoulder more than just the heads, now. While he doesn't particularly enjoy such a thing, the man frequently finds conflict now, something he is quite fond of.
Before long, Cheliax found itself in a rare moment of peace and low-key political fighting. Given the present circumstances, Alexander found himself rather restless... Sensing this fact, the House was gracious enough to send him elsewhere, to the far away city of Magnimar.
Learning this, he took to the books, learning Thassilonian hoping to find something interesting enough to bring back to the House to add to the treasury and further his renown within the house. While he enjoyed learning Thassilonian, he still prefers the wonderful language of Infernal, or Abyssal, both of which go over quite well in the Locale of Cheliax. Taking up his scythe, he finds himself off to Magnimar, ready to expand the renown of the great House of Mavis, as well as his own. His blade is steeled, and he sharpens it, even now, as he moves slowly towards his destination, a wide, eerie smile across his lips.
While it is a qwerk, Alexander has developed the somewhat strange habit of speaking directly to his weapon. He has named it "Isis for reasons that people aren't quite sure of.
"I do pray there is someone of merit in this godforsaken place..." he said, looking deep into the reflection upon his blade. "You'll get your turn, lovely... oh yes."
