Born of the frozen wastes in the realm of Communist Russia, Alex showed promise at an early age. Besting the Grand Instructor of the Image Alchemy and Crafting Academy armed using only a stylus, paintbrush, and a red paint infused with the unholy magics of the undead brought much praise to him by his peers, sparking his journey west, to the wilds of America.
After many years of fighting back hordes of barbarians and druidic tribes, Alex arrived at the port village of Sarasota. After being cheated in a one-handed knife fight, Alex unleashed his fury through the red paint again, slaughtering the entire bar. Afterwards, he celebrated his fifth birthday. The cake was quite delicious.
Discontented with the lack of employment, Alex trekked through the fiery plains of the midwest and arrived in the industrial territory of California. From his new zone of operation he waged a war upon bad imagecraft, leaving a wake of art and gore unending until he decided to enroll in the newly formed College of the Sierra Mountains to further his knowledge of arcane artistry.
Okay, that story was a load of crock, but it sounded epic right? I'm Alex, I graduated from Mt. Sierra College in Monrovia, love art and design, music, and long walks on the beach (not really on that last one).
