Alekzander Engel

Alek is normally the silent guy who sits in the corner unnoticed, eyeing his victim from afar with patience before he makes his move on them. This is generally how he approaches everybody and anything, adorning a toothy smile and staring them in the eyes intently. He has a very prideful, assertive nature about him, sometimes showing traits of a able-handed leader.

As for his feelings on the spiritual world and the politics that are involved, if you could call it that, Alekzander finds Hollow and Shinigami to be a nuisance at most. He knows the Shinigami, with all their wrongful deeds, still had the best intentions for the greater good, even including the helpless human race. However, Hollow undoubtedly reserved the greatest of his dull hatred, and unless they wanted a fight, it was best they stray from his path.

Because of this, Alekzander finds his faith within the Quincy spread thin, favoring his close friends rather than the Quincy who were power driven and keen on eradicating the Shinigami. Still, he is able to get along with them fine, since he is more than capable of keeping silent and doing his own thing without interfering with them.

Born on December the 1st, dating back 19 years ago when he was merely an infant, there was much expectation for this boy of pure Quincy blood, even though his albino form was seen as a dreadful thing by friends of family. However, his father took his form as a sign of his importance, and made sure to push him into the Quincy lifestyle.

From day one it wasn't wrong to say that Alekzander met expectations from his father, who had a gut feeling he would become a superb Quincy. He was humble with the envy of his son, sure enough to set a routine and daily regiment for him to become a Quincy warrior as he grew from an infant into a boy. He was privately instructed in both academics and spiritual beings from his father, learning early on what Shinigami, Hollow, and Quincy like Alekzander himself.

It took some time for him to take his father seriously, but the feats he could accomplish eventually swayed his son's trust. By age 8 Alekzander likely knew more about the many worlds than anyone else of his age. However, everything he knew was simply facts, statements, letters on paper. He had only now just been able to collect Reishi into an arrow consistently to fire at a target, however his precision and consistency was astounding. His father was proud enough of him that he wanted to take his boy out on a hunt with his new skill. But what they were hunting was something Alekzander had never even imagined, let alone set eyes on.

As they walked into the forest outside their home in the cold Russian tundra, his father had told Alekzander to stick close to him, not two paces or more behind. He said they were hunting very dangerous game, and that Alekzander needed to go through this for himself, to test his mettle. Coming upon what seemed to be the largest tree within the woods, Alekz noticed a black silhouette from behind move as it heard their footsteps closing. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he stood completely still, the primal sense of fear grasping his body and holding it still.

A horrendous jaw-rippling shriek was let out as the beast came around the tree, maw open with it's tongue flailing. Meanwhile it's roar bellowed through Alekzander's body with an intense bass wave that caused his heartbeat to stutter, and his pupils restricted to wear all he could see was the beast in full detail. It was leashed to the tree, however, by a string of some energy. It was apparently strong, holding it to the tree, and shocking it when it tried to do anything, preventing said action.

To his dissatisfaction, Alekzander was forced to shoot the Hollow. Staking it right in the eye with his arrow, it seemed to dissipate just as quickly as he let go of the arrow. Within a few moments he had realized what he had done, and he prayed to God for mercy. His father didn't understand why he felt sorry, but his son was very cautious of his power. Even though he was naive like his father, Alekzander still inherited the patience of his mother, finding it best he never used his powers again unless it was absolutely necessary. And for now, it wasn't. For the next many years, growing to age 14, Alekzander simply trained and learned from his father, and even sometimes his mother when her maternal touch was needed.

However, Alekzander had begun to understand his powers much more fluently with his mother's help, and now she was an everyday addition to his training. It turned out she was a much more talented Quincy than Alek's father, and she came from a recognized German pure Quincy bloodline. his father came from a family of Russian Quincy, still maintaining their pure blood over the years, yet not revered like the Engel family line, whose name both Alekzander and his father took as their own.

Simply put, his mother was also the better teacher of the two parents. She understood nearly every fatal flaw Alekzander made, pointing it out for him in wonder if he noticed the mistake himself. It was very easy-going and productive for Quincy training, as the last 5 years of his life flew by without him really noticing much difference between the days and nights. Alekzander had begun to see Hollow snooping around his community, and he rid them of their peskiness like the local pest control would a rat infestation.

As for his level of achievements, his spiritual prowess is above average compared to the mass. Alekzander has very keen eyesight, and being trained by a pure-blood parent duo allowed him to excel in these aspects. He has shot hundreds of thousands, if not millions of arrows for mere practice. Alekzander's spiritual pressure had also grown to be something even his father and mother respected, and made note that if he was to grow any stronger, he would be headed on the path of outgrowing them by far.

His mother taught him about the many different weapons a Quincy can utilize, all comprised of Reishi that seemed stronger than most anything. He had even adopted his own new version, a weapon pair that complimented his fighting style. He was becoming his own individual, his own man, right before their eyes. Soon enough, however, Alekzander made his choice to leave his parents. They argued with him for days, but he had said they were holding him back. He had never gotten to go anywhere by himself, his parents always chased after him with their protective parental instincts.

He adored how much they cared for him, but he wanted to live his own life. They helped him become what he is today, but it was time for them to let go of their little boy, so he could see the world for what it was, and make his own choices. Without their influence, Alekzander felt he could refine and culture his way of life, and his Quincy ways, into something much more beneficial to himself, and the world. Finally at age 19, Alekzander has moved out of Russia, and into New York City. It was said to be heaviest with spiritual activity, and would be a great place for Alekzander to start looking for other Quincy. All he had to do now was figure out if any of them would like him, or care enough to get to know him. But as long as he got to see tomorrow, it mattered naught to Alekzander.