name allexander bronton
age may 5 1984 25
former house ravenclaw
the life of allexander bronton was never a happy life, not even from the beginning. as a child he had that naive, carefree demeanor but it quickly changed for him. his parents weren't married, and they constantly fought and there was never a day where the two were happy. his father, harold bronton, was a drunk and his mother he suspected to be cheating on him practically every day, and this lead to many brutal beatings--some of which were done right in front of alexander. as allex grew older, everything around him only escalated. his family began to be known at the hospital because of their frequent visits. during school, allexander was an outcast, and very socially awkward. he was the thin boy who did poorly in sports, had bad grades and a mess of greasy hair. the abuse on allexander hadn't started until one day he came home for the holidays to find that his mother christine was gone. no longer did he have that rock to hide behind, that dim light at the end of the tunnel and as his father reminded him on a daily basis that it was entirely his fault. from that day on, the abuse changed and turned onto allexander like a nasty snake. physical and sexual abuse both became his new life, and allexander became more reserved and more introverted. by age thirteen, he had changed. anger and hate were slowly beginning to overtake him, and allexander began to retaliate against the kids who pushed him around at school for being weird. even when he was away from home, in a the magical world hogwarts had to offer, allexander stil felt it. his father reminded him all too often that he was a freak for being magical. that nobody in the world would really love a witch or a wizard. already he had been in five fights, all of which he had tried just a little too hard to harm his opponent. by sixteen, death was a main focus of his, as his interest in the macabre began to increase substantially. it was all allex breathed, all he read about, all he cared about and all he talked about. it started when allexander began to hurt animals. anything he could catch, though mainly cats and dogs from the neighbor's houses around him. there was something riveting about being able to dominate something and make it so helpless, and be able to take its own life with his bare hands. as age sixteen rolled around, allexander's interests in life had changed substantially, and as allex turned fifteen, he never returned back to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. needless to say, despite the extreme hate between he and his father, harold had been infuriated that his son had chosen to throw his life away. in retaliation, allexander attacked him, leaving his father brutally injured on the kitchen floor in a pool of his own blood. after that, allexander fled, leaving his home and doing what he could to survive on his own. after the death of his father, allex took four more victims as well and left them naked and mutilated in a river, or in the woods, and to this day has still managed to evade being caught.
personality
due to his rough childhood, the abuse and the neglect allexander from an early age developed an antisocial behavior. this only spiraled out of control when his peers at school began to push him around. for starters, allexander is an angry boy, who at first was filled with rage and jealousy of others around him. every one he saw had love, had care and had everything allexander lacked in his family. when he returned home, allexander would immediately be insulted. when he would go to school, allexander would only be jeered at, made fun of and to an extent only farther abused. as adolescence came into his life, allexander's hate only rose. on almost a nightly basis when he was home from hogwarts, he would watch as his father beat his mother or in some ways pushed her around. a normal night for the bronton family was in the hospital waiting room, making up stories about what was wrong with christine this time. in his mind, this was normal, this was right even though deep down he knew it was wrong. he knew that what was normal didn't include hate and violence, but allexander knew no other kind of life. then, christine left. this immediately threw allexander into a deep, deep depression for years. allexander had immediately grown more introverted, had grown colder to everyone around him. then the physical abuse reared its ugly head on him, and allexander began to sport broken bones and nasty bruises none of which he did anything to hide. so what if he was injured? this was the norm. all those kids who were happy, who had loving parents and a loving home, they were the odd ones--they were the freaks. with his depression came a large focus on the macabre. if anybody were to talk to allexander, if those disgusting rats wanted to risk it, all he were to talk about was dying. animals dying, people dying, apocalypse or the end of the world. sometimes he'd even humor himself by telling his peers he was going to kill them, only to follow up with distinct detail on how, when, and where. then, allexander took his first life--his neighbors dog, who had been barking just a bit too much that night for his liking. to say that killing the animal had been invigorating had been an understatement. slitting its throat with his own knife and allowing the animal's blood to spill onto his pale hands had been the greatest pleasure allexander had ever felt, and he was sure from that moment on there was no going back. and then, the killing escalated. by now, allexander had began to feel empty inside. he felt no remorse, only satisfaction, only happiness at the prospect of taking another's life. dropping out of school had only been plan a in this new mission of his. when at first allexander had hated the beast--that beast being his father--he was now welcoming it. welcoming the hate and the madness that threatened to consume him, allowing it to overwhelm him. he had become the same exact thing his father was. an emotionless, feelingless brute who had only one goal in life and that was to cause pain to others. allexander holds a deep belief that everyone around him must feel his pain, and that no body deserves to be happy simply because he is not happy. he finds happiness disgusting, and feels that it is his job to take that away from anyone he can. allexander has a psychopathy disorder, or to put it plainly is a sociopath. this means he has no care for anyone but himself. when communicating to others, he can first come off quite charismatic and humors, rich with sarcasm and wit. however, this is all to lure them in. allexander works quickly to make others like him, especially his victims. much like a spider, allex dangles his web out to lure in his prey. now that the zombie apocalypse is abundant, allexander is thinking only for himself. killing has been put on the back burner, only slightly anyway, and he is now using the group he has attached to as a means of survival. it isn't that allexander fears death, it is just that he simply does not want to die. or at least, not yet anyway. he still feels he has a duty, a job to be finished and feels as if he still has something to accomplish in life. so, this is what keeps him going.
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