Milizia: Alexander Royce

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Full Name: Alexander Royce
Division: Artillery
Class: Freshman
Age: 18
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 62kg
Nationality: American
*Stats:
Str - 0
Agi - 2
Vit - 0
Int - 5
Dex - 2
Def - 1

Personality:
Alex is very practical and hates dealing with stupid ideas. He likes getting things done, neat and orderly. Very strict and seemingly cold. It's rare to see him smile and mean it. He can work well in teams, but he prefers not to speak much unless neccisary. Doesn't like talking about himself, though he will open up to someone if he is familiar enough with them. He's actually very shy, which is the reason for much of his behavior. He seeks acceptance and wants people to be able to rely on him. He feels that it would appear that he is unstable if he showed too much emotion in a military school. He is very hardworking and will do anything it takes to get something done, even if it means sacrificing himself.

Additional Facts:
-He keeps his hair long because it's too fluffy otherwise. (Imagine the bedhead--)
-Not very keen on physical contact.
-Hardly ever smiles and means it. (He may still be happy, he just doesn't show it )

Biography:

>>My name is Alexander Royce. Ever since I was little, my family didn't have to worry about money. My grandfather owned a large company and when he passed away, my father inherited all the money in his name. They used much of it on me, sending me to all the best private schools.
>>My parents were very nice people, always cheering me on to do my best in school. I took pride in those little letters on paper, I didn't know what they meant, but they made my parents happy. Every so often, we would all go out for sweets to celebrate my good grades. My life was perfect.

>>I spent the majoraty of my free time studying, and as I got older, I began to realize what grades really were. They're importand for other people to look at who want to hire you for a job, or a fancy school that needs to know if you meet their requirements. But the work I do every single day in the end was meaningless. The work was all very easy and I tried my hardest anyways. However my parents started taking me out less and less. I started to realize life wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, I just hadn't noticed the negative things in my life.

>>Everything seemed to be getting perpetually worse. My mother normally a very gentle, kind person. She would devote herself to you and do anything just to see a smile on your face. When my parents started arguing, that side of her dissapeared. I still don't know what happened for sure, I overheard some whispers from my other family members saying something about my father cheating on her. The argueing was getting worse and my uncle on my mothers side offered to take care of me until they sorted things out. I didn't like being away from home, but I felt very much relieved. I did what I normally did; studying every day. My uncle thought it to be sad.

>>He said that a kid should be out, having fun, not stuck inside all day with his head in a book. He wouldn't let me study anymore, though my grades were fine anyways. He took me to some parks, though I was too old by now to have fun running around. I was in my first year of middle school. He instead offered to take me hunting. It was one of his hobbies and he was good at it too. I wasn't very good with a gun, I wasn't very interested in hunting anyways, I was more interested in how they worked. Though it was fun watching him hunt, and we would get to eat the birds he caught. My life at my temporary home had calmed down, it was nice. School however was not, and my parents situation wasn't getting any better either.

>>The other kids started treating me differently. Getting good grades wasn't their top priorities, and they didn't want to talk about anything school related in their free time. I had a hard time making friends because of this. School had been my main focus in life for a long time, I didn't have much else to talk about and I certainly didn't want to talk about my parents... I made few friends, talking about general things that anyone could talk about, like the weather, or some movie that just came out.

>>Meanwhile, my parents got divorced with joint custody of me. I would stay at my mothers house during the week, and my fathers house on weekends. Neither of them seemed very happy and they didn't want to talk to me about anything. Always busying themself with something, or complaining about how they're tired. I would just sit in my room, reading books. I started building walls around myself, blocking out all emotions. After awhile, I didn't want to deal with life anymore, so I would run away to be alone for awhile out in the forest. It was so peaceful and the breeze was so soothing. It was like nothing could ever go wrong. Natures perfect form is the one without humans.

>>Every so often, I would still visit my uncle, I felt like his house was my house, or at least more so than either of my parents. Humbly, I asked if I could live with him again. I told him about my life at home and how I wanted to stay here and learn more. He accepted, helping me explain to my parents. They didn't agree at first, but they knew it wasn't the ideal situation and could see how it effected me.

>>Slowly over time, I began smiling again, I had someone to talk to and play with. My uncle was of course busy with work sometimes, but he would let me look at his collections. He gave me a few guns to use however I wanted. I took them apart and learned how they worked, eventually learning how to build them as well. When I graduated highschool, I maintainted my perfect grades but I didn't know what to do with my life. My uncle told me about a military school he knew about called Milizia, since I had such an interest in weaponry. He thought it might be a good experience. I thought it sounded like a great opportunity if I could get in.

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