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A L E Ҟ S A N Ð R A L E Ҟ A I
"The way to have power is to take it. Ruthlessly."
First Name :: Aleksandr
Middle Name :: Alekai
Original Surname :: Hulvey
Modern Surname :: Holloway
Sobriquet :: Alekai
Name Origin :: Greek (Russian adopted)
First Name Pronunciation :: "AE-l-uh-k-s-AE-n-d-er"
Middle Name Pronunciation :: "Ah-l-eh-k-î"
Name Meaning :: “defender of man”
Middle Name Meaning :: “powerful"
Gender :: Male
Sexuality :: Heterosexual
Hourglass :: 1,013
Captured Age :: Twenty-Three
Date of Birth :: 3 July
Zodiac Sign :: Cancer
Nationality :: Irish
Ethnicity :: Caucasian
Native Language :: Gaelic (old Irish)
Fluent In :: Gaelic, French, English, Russian, German, Italian, Irish, Dutch
Knowledge Of :: Spanish, Mandarin, Czechoslovakian, Turkish
Speech :: Irish Accent
Affiliation :: Himself
Location :: Baskerville, Louisiana
Status :: Alive & Powerful
Strength :: 100%
Speed :: 93%
Agility :: 91%
Stamina :: 99%
Reflexes :: 100%
Flexibility :: 97%
Intelligence :: 98%
Charisma :: 90%
Climbing :: 94%
Swimming :: 96%
Running :: 100%
Stealth :: 99%
Combat :: 97%
Grace :: 93%
P ħ Ұ S I C A L I Ŧ Ұ
Natural Hair Colour :: Light Brown
Hair Texture :: Shaggy
Eye Colour :: Light Brown
Complexion :: Brown
Height :: 6'3" ft.
Weight :: Approx. 140 lb.
Face Shape :: Square
Facial Hair :: Trimmed Beard
Body :: Muscular
M E N Ŧ A L I Ŧ Ұ
Personality Type :: Ambivert
Alignment :: Chaotic Evil
Sanity :: Insane
Purity :: 10%
[+] Positive Traits :: Analytical, Passionate, Intelligent, Calculating, Charming, Astute, Perceptive, Resilient
[0] Neutral Traits :: Unyielding, Reserved, Thoughtful, Artistic, Mysterious, Challenging, Prideful, Intense, Dominant
[-] Negative Traits :: Aggressive, Manipulative, Arrogant, Deceitful, Dangerous, Merciless, Unforgiving, Ill Tempered, Vengeful
B L O O Ð L I N E
paternal
Grandfather :: Abel Hulvey (deceased)
Grandmother :: Dinah Hulvey (deceased)
Uncle :: Jakob Hulvey (deceased)
Aunt :: Ada Hulvey (deceased)
Father :: Isaac Hulvey (deceased)
maternal
Grandfather :: Jokim Ó Ceallacháin (deceased)
Grandmother :: Anna Ó Ceallacháin (deceased)
Aunt :: Ahlai Sutton (deceased)
Mother :: Astrid Hulvey (deceased)
siblings
Older Brother :: Jasper Holloway (alive)
Older Sister :: Irinushka Holloway (alive)
Younger Brother :: Micah Holloway (alive)
Younger Sister :: Freya Holloway (alive)
other
Spouse :: Rebekah Hulvey (deceased)
Daughter :: Damaris Hulvey (unknown)
₣ A M I L I A R S
J A S P E R H O L L O W A Y :: •••• • ••• • • •• ::
I R I N U S H K A H O L L O W A Y :: •••• •• ••• ••• •• ::
M I C A H H O L L O W A Y :: •••• • ••• •• • • ::
F R E Y A H O L L O W A Y :: •••• •• ••• ••• •• ::
A N N E D A L T O N :: ••• ••• ••• • ::
E L O I S E D A L T O N :: ••• ••• ••• •• •••• ::
E Y D Í S U R D U R :: ••• • • ::
L U C R E Z I A B O S C O :: ••• •• ••• • ::
J A N E S M I T H :: •• •• ::
B A C Ҟ S Ŧ O R Ұ
Chapter One :: Not Alway's the Devil's Son
Aleksandr's life was anything but conventional even before the incubi transformation. In Ireland there was a small collective of 'moon worshipers', who practiced in the art of witchcraft. Aleksandr's mother, Astrid, was a notorious member of that collective and his father was among the vikings that attacked and took over their village several years before the birth of his oldest brother, Jasper. When the vikings arrived in Ireland, they raided through each village individually, raping and pillaging until all that was left were ruins. Isaac's tribe stayed in Astrid's village for the 'pretty women'. Isaac married Astrid and not even a year later, Jasper was born. Another year went by, Irinushka was born. Months later, Astrid was pregnant... again. With Aleksandr.
Aleksandr was followed by a younger brother and sister, officially making him the middle child. Growing of the Hulvey's were taught to be silent whenever their was around and to never disobey what their father told them. Astrid was overwhelmingly protective of her children. Aleksandr remembered feeling afraid most of his youth and Astrid's skittish behaviour made everything much harder. Whenever Isaac hit one of the brothers, Astrid would console them by humming an old Irish folksong and rocking them until they fell asleep. Aleksandr remembers the first time he was struck by his father; afterwards, curling up in the corner in his mother's arms until Isaac passed out from a night of drinking.
The Hulvey siblings took good care of each other. They protected one another from their father's rage and comforted each other when Isaac's rage got to one of them. When Aleksandr was nineteen he left home, ashamed to have left his little sister at the mercy of their father, to start his new life with his wife, Rebekah. Rebekah was a humble barmaid, but she was more beautiful than any of the wealthier girls that walked around the village. Aleksandr was proud to move away from his father's tyranny, but reluctant to abandon the family that hadn't moved on yet. He lived in a constant state of guilt, forcing himself to visit his mother and remaining siblings daily.
Chapter Two :: The Devil's Greatest Creation
Aleksandr never believed in his mother's witchcraft and thought of it mostly as 'foolish'. But no matter how many times he debunked the idea of the witchcraft, Astrid proved her practice true. When the plague swept over the village, Astrid conjured up her magic and created a spell that could save her children from the fate of those in her village. The spell was new, unpracticed, and homemade. She planned to make her children 'invincible', but it changed their Hulvey's entire genetic makeup. They were stronger, faster, smarter, and hungrier.
Aleksandr refused to embrace their new life. Instead he suppressed the urge to feed and use his super speed or strength. It wasn't easy and his siblings remarkable abilities made him curious. But his mother told him to be beware. "I know you, Aleksandr." She reminded him. "You have your father's temper..." What she should've told him was he was exactly like his father. He had a black hole where his heart belonged. A black soul. Just like his father. Which made the allure of power even harder to reject.
On the evening of his wedding anniversary, Aleksandr was confronted with an old problem. His mother came to him bloody and bruised from his abusive father's violent hand. He walked out his house without a weapon his hands, marched into his house, and confronted his drunken father. At first Isaac laughed at him, which only fueled Aleksandr's anger. His eyes glowed a horrible crimson red. His father crumbled to the floor and begged for mercy, but Aleksandr smirked down at the once big man now on his knees. "Why should I show you mercy?"
"Because I am your father."
"You were no father to me," Aleksandr punctured his father's throat, dug his fingernails to the back of his Isaac's frame and tore out his spine. "Spineless coward." Aleksandr muttered as he threw the spine onto fire and let the house burn along with his father's memory.
Chapter Three :: Don't Be Afraid
Aleksandr was proud of his vengeful victory, but the smug smirk on his lips twisted into shame when his eyes found his mother, wife, and three-year-old daughter waiting for him in the kitchen. Aleksandr appeared in the doorway with blood splattered all over his face and his clothes were charred from the flames. "Rebekah--" He began, but she stepped back from the demon, clutching her daughter closer to his chest.
Astrid took Damaris into the bedroom while Rebekah and Aleksandr discussed what they would do next. He could smell the fear that consumed her, enveloping her in uncertainty and confusion. Aleksandr was forced to tell her about the smell, the transformation, the strange urges (which she had known about for weeks). Astrid never kept secrets from her daughter-in-law. After what seemed like hours of crying and screaming, Rebekah told him to go-- take a break-- travel-- get some space. What she meant was: "You're not the same man I fell in love with and I want you gone."
Aleksandr left with the soul intention of returning before his daughter forgot the sound of his voice.
Chapter Four :: Acceptance
Without Rebekah, Aleksandr walked straight into the darkness within himself and never turned around. He learned the true meaning of his new breed "the incubus". He learned to embrace his magic as his siblings had before him. He stood at the top of the food chain, destroying, demolishing all that crumbled before him. He was unstoppable, out of control, and impossible to approach. Aleksandr abandoned his family, his life, and turned to chaos and rage that consumed his every thought and move. For eleven years, Aleksandr left a string of bodies in his wake, wrecked villages, murdered men, and walked away without any feeling of remorse. He had all but forgotten the promise he made to himself: return home a changed man. What he should've promised himself was that it would be for the better.
Chapter Five :: The Death of Aleksandr
Another evening spent at a tavern proved victorious for once. The night was looming over the building and Aleksandr scanned the room for his next victim when he was tapped on the shoulder by a young blond with... familiar eyes. "Excuse me?" He looked the small girl up and down, decided that she was too young to be anything more than an obstacle. He turned his head towards his mug and ignored her. She tapped him again. "Aleksandr... right?"
Now he was paying attention. "Do I know you?"
"I believe you call me Damaris."
Everything hit Aleksandr at once. He was overwhelmed by the last eleven years. And it all came back to him. His purpose. His reason. His reason was staring him in the face, looking at him with intent curiosity. He and Damaris walked around the village all night, talking and catching up. She told him about her life and how they moved here to get away from the memory of, well, him. And then Aleksandr asked, "How is Rebekah?"
Damaris got real quiet then. Rebekah was sick. Very sick. Aleksandr begged his daughter to let him see her so she led him to their hut on the edge of the village. Rebekah looked so small in her bed, white faced and clammy. Her eyes were red and teary. Blood staining the pillows and sheets. "Consumption," he analysed and ran to the bedside. "Rebekah?" But she was too far gone to even realise that he was at her side. She died in his arms, unknowingly.
Damaris had begged Aleksandr to raise her, but he couldn't accept. He was ashamed of the man he had become and he wouldn't allow his daughter to live under his reputation so he sent her to live with his youngest sister until she was old enough to marry and move away. As for Aleksandr? He made his peace with his past and decided there was no use in wallowing in the past so he pushed on-- on the same path that was destroying (what was left of it) his soul.
Chapter Six :: Blood, War, & Sex
In the fifteenth century, Aleksandr earned his name. He started off as a soldier, eventually becoming a general. His wealth along with his ego grew. By the late 15th century he owned half of Europe, owned three castles, and created his own empire of incubi. He worked (undercover) for the Russian csar, which eventually earned him the role of 'Russian diplomat'. For centuries he traveled around Europe, expanding his army and creating new alias's that would disguise his never changing face.
During this time, Aleksandr enacted a war against his siblings in which he claimed his brother's possessions for himself. His desperate desire to be 'the best' was overbearing and competitive. He attacked his brother castle, killed his troops, and won his half of the kingdom. He would've kept that half had his little sister not intervened and forced him to return the kingdom to his brother. Ira and Freya had ways to keep Aleksandr from getting 'too powerful'.
Chapter Seven :: Unadulterated Power
Aleksandr was already the most powerful Holloway (at least in his perspective). He had the largest army, the strongest kingdom, the most allies. But he was easily bored. Winning was boring. In the sixteenth century, the Russian diplomat had his first encounter with a new kind of enemy-- the werewolf. It nearly tore him to shred (had he not been invincible) before he snapped its neck and sent it flying into the Thames. The encounter elicited a new kind feeling of power. Thus, he began his hunt against the wolves. Never having lost a war with the wolves, Aleksandr was confident in his power. But, again, it left him feeling 'bored'.
Chapter Eight :: The Allure of Anne Dalton
She was opposite of boring. In fact, she was a challenge. That's what drew him to the immaculate Anne Dalton in the first place. She was far ahead of her time. She saw things in a way the world of that time couldn't possibly understand, but Aleksandr dared to understand. He put an end to her innocence, forcing her into his allegiance. That was easy. But it was not boring. Anne brought some life back into him. He felt passion for her unlike his other conquests. He hadn't felt passion since Rebekah...
Things intensified when Anne reveled her wolf heritage. Aleksandr had promoted her from whore to assassin. She was his secret weapon against the wolves. She was defiant and more trouble than success, but at least she was fun. Anne proved to be dangerous when she escaped Aleksandr's empire and started building her own army of wolves, which he believed to be against him. But his ambition had grown since Anne entered his life. He no longer wanted the hybrid working for him. He wanted to become the hybrid.
Chapter Nine :: Building An Empire
In the 20th century, Aleksandr made his wealth. He worked [underground] for several dirty companies that were need of his 'special' skills. Aleksandr's empire grew in strength, wisdom, and power. The only thing he didn't have was a 'wolf'. He followed Anne to Baskerville, Louisiana where he would continue his 'experiments' for the hybrid gene, eventually gaining the trait himself and becomes twice as power as his siblings and Anne Dalton.
Ŧ R I V I A
Face Claim :: Jamie Dornan <3
Voice Reference :: Jamie Dornan <3
Character Inspiration :: Klaus Mickleson & Christian Grey
Colour Scheme :: Blood Reds
Played By :: Alec
Theme Song :: "Crazy In Love" -- Miguel
~ Only those related to him are permitted to call him "Aleksandr". Everyone else refers to him as "Alekai".
~ As an original incubi, Aleksandr is, by any definition, invincible.
~ He has a wicked temper.
~ Aleksandr refers to himself in the third person (sometimes).
~ Aleksandr thinks of himself superior to his siblings.
~ His only source of bliss is the piano. He's been playing for centuries.
~ Aleksandr was the first of his siblings to kill anyone.
~ Once upon a time, Aleksandr was very close to his littlest sister, Freya.
~ Aleksandr works best with females. Males irritate him.
~ Despite Aleksandr's distant nature, he genuinely cares about his family (most of them).
"Why should I show mercy when I have never been granted the same curtesy."
"The way to have power is to take it. Ruthlessly."
E S S E N Ŧ I A L S
First Name :: Aleksandr
Middle Name :: Alekai
Original Surname :: Hulvey
Modern Surname :: Holloway
Sobriquet :: Alekai
Name Origin :: Greek (Russian adopted)
First Name Pronunciation :: "AE-l-uh-k-s-AE-n-d-er"
Middle Name Pronunciation :: "Ah-l-eh-k-î"
Name Meaning :: “defender of man”
Middle Name Meaning :: “powerful"
Gender :: Male
Sexuality :: Heterosexual
Hourglass :: 1,013
Captured Age :: Twenty-Three
Date of Birth :: 3 July
Zodiac Sign :: Cancer
Nationality :: Irish
Ethnicity :: Caucasian
Native Language :: Gaelic (old Irish)
Fluent In :: Gaelic, French, English, Russian, German, Italian, Irish, Dutch
Knowledge Of :: Spanish, Mandarin, Czechoslovakian, Turkish
Speech :: Irish Accent
Affiliation :: Himself
Location :: Baskerville, Louisiana
Status :: Alive & Powerful
S Ŧ A Ŧ I S Ŧ I C S
Strength :: 100%
Speed :: 93%
Agility :: 91%
Stamina :: 99%
Reflexes :: 100%
Flexibility :: 97%
Intelligence :: 98%
Charisma :: 90%
Climbing :: 94%
Swimming :: 96%
Running :: 100%
Stealth :: 99%
Combat :: 97%
Grace :: 93%
P ħ Ұ S I C A L I Ŧ Ұ
Natural Hair Colour :: Light Brown
Hair Texture :: Shaggy
Eye Colour :: Light Brown
Complexion :: Brown
Height :: 6'3" ft.
Weight :: Approx. 140 lb.
Face Shape :: Square
Facial Hair :: Trimmed Beard
Body :: Muscular
M E N Ŧ A L I Ŧ Ұ
Personality Type :: Ambivert
Alignment :: Chaotic Evil
Sanity :: Insane
Purity :: 10%
[+] Positive Traits :: Analytical, Passionate, Intelligent, Calculating, Charming, Astute, Perceptive, Resilient
[0] Neutral Traits :: Unyielding, Reserved, Thoughtful, Artistic, Mysterious, Challenging, Prideful, Intense, Dominant
[-] Negative Traits :: Aggressive, Manipulative, Arrogant, Deceitful, Dangerous, Merciless, Unforgiving, Ill Tempered, Vengeful
B L O O Ð L I N E
paternal
Grandfather :: Abel Hulvey (deceased)
Grandmother :: Dinah Hulvey (deceased)
Uncle :: Jakob Hulvey (deceased)
Aunt :: Ada Hulvey (deceased)
Father :: Isaac Hulvey (deceased)
maternal
Grandfather :: Jokim Ó Ceallacháin (deceased)
Grandmother :: Anna Ó Ceallacháin (deceased)
Aunt :: Ahlai Sutton (deceased)
Mother :: Astrid Hulvey (deceased)
siblings
Older Brother :: Jasper Holloway (alive)
Older Sister :: Irinushka Holloway (alive)
Younger Brother :: Micah Holloway (alive)
Younger Sister :: Freya Holloway (alive)
other
Spouse :: Rebekah Hulvey (deceased)
Daughter :: Damaris Hulvey (unknown)
₣ A M I L I A R S
Neutral • | Acquaintance •• | Familiar ••• | Family ••••
Mixed Feelings • | Comfortable •• | Trust •••
Unsure • | Forming Bond •• | Friend ••• | Close Friend ••••
Cares For • | Protection •• | Platonic Love •••
Hesitant • | Stands up For •• | Defends •••
Noticed • | Pleased With •• | Gratitude •••
Indifferent • | Respect •• | Follower •••
Interest • | Crush •• | Love •••
Obedient • | Submission •• | Subdued •••
Distant • | Omit •• | Forgotten •••
Uneasy • | Uncomfortable •• | Awkward •••
Threat • | Intimidated •• | Fear •••
Irritation • | Suspicion •• | Enemy •••
Envy • | Loathsome •• | Revenge •••
Bitter • | Spite •• | Hatred •••
J A S P E R H O L L O W A Y :: •••• • ••• • • •• ::
I R I N U S H K A H O L L O W A Y :: •••• •• ••• ••• •• ::
M I C A H H O L L O W A Y :: •••• • ••• •• • • ::
F R E Y A H O L L O W A Y :: •••• •• ••• ••• •• ::
A N N E D A L T O N :: ••• ••• ••• • ::
E L O I S E D A L T O N :: ••• ••• ••• •• •••• ::
E Y D Í S U R D U R :: ••• • • ::
L U C R E Z I A B O S C O :: ••• •• ••• • ::
J A N E S M I T H :: •• •• ::
B A C Ҟ S Ŧ O R Ұ
Chapter One :: Not Alway's the Devil's Son
Aleksandr's life was anything but conventional even before the incubi transformation. In Ireland there was a small collective of 'moon worshipers', who practiced in the art of witchcraft. Aleksandr's mother, Astrid, was a notorious member of that collective and his father was among the vikings that attacked and took over their village several years before the birth of his oldest brother, Jasper. When the vikings arrived in Ireland, they raided through each village individually, raping and pillaging until all that was left were ruins. Isaac's tribe stayed in Astrid's village for the 'pretty women'. Isaac married Astrid and not even a year later, Jasper was born. Another year went by, Irinushka was born. Months later, Astrid was pregnant... again. With Aleksandr.
Aleksandr was followed by a younger brother and sister, officially making him the middle child. Growing of the Hulvey's were taught to be silent whenever their was around and to never disobey what their father told them. Astrid was overwhelmingly protective of her children. Aleksandr remembered feeling afraid most of his youth and Astrid's skittish behaviour made everything much harder. Whenever Isaac hit one of the brothers, Astrid would console them by humming an old Irish folksong and rocking them until they fell asleep. Aleksandr remembers the first time he was struck by his father; afterwards, curling up in the corner in his mother's arms until Isaac passed out from a night of drinking.
The Hulvey siblings took good care of each other. They protected one another from their father's rage and comforted each other when Isaac's rage got to one of them. When Aleksandr was nineteen he left home, ashamed to have left his little sister at the mercy of their father, to start his new life with his wife, Rebekah. Rebekah was a humble barmaid, but she was more beautiful than any of the wealthier girls that walked around the village. Aleksandr was proud to move away from his father's tyranny, but reluctant to abandon the family that hadn't moved on yet. He lived in a constant state of guilt, forcing himself to visit his mother and remaining siblings daily.
Chapter Two :: The Devil's Greatest Creation
Aleksandr never believed in his mother's witchcraft and thought of it mostly as 'foolish'. But no matter how many times he debunked the idea of the witchcraft, Astrid proved her practice true. When the plague swept over the village, Astrid conjured up her magic and created a spell that could save her children from the fate of those in her village. The spell was new, unpracticed, and homemade. She planned to make her children 'invincible', but it changed their Hulvey's entire genetic makeup. They were stronger, faster, smarter, and hungrier.
Aleksandr refused to embrace their new life. Instead he suppressed the urge to feed and use his super speed or strength. It wasn't easy and his siblings remarkable abilities made him curious. But his mother told him to be beware. "I know you, Aleksandr." She reminded him. "You have your father's temper..." What she should've told him was he was exactly like his father. He had a black hole where his heart belonged. A black soul. Just like his father. Which made the allure of power even harder to reject.
On the evening of his wedding anniversary, Aleksandr was confronted with an old problem. His mother came to him bloody and bruised from his abusive father's violent hand. He walked out his house without a weapon his hands, marched into his house, and confronted his drunken father. At first Isaac laughed at him, which only fueled Aleksandr's anger. His eyes glowed a horrible crimson red. His father crumbled to the floor and begged for mercy, but Aleksandr smirked down at the once big man now on his knees. "Why should I show you mercy?"
"Because I am your father."
"You were no father to me," Aleksandr punctured his father's throat, dug his fingernails to the back of his Isaac's frame and tore out his spine. "Spineless coward." Aleksandr muttered as he threw the spine onto fire and let the house burn along with his father's memory.
Chapter Three :: Don't Be Afraid
Aleksandr was proud of his vengeful victory, but the smug smirk on his lips twisted into shame when his eyes found his mother, wife, and three-year-old daughter waiting for him in the kitchen. Aleksandr appeared in the doorway with blood splattered all over his face and his clothes were charred from the flames. "Rebekah--" He began, but she stepped back from the demon, clutching her daughter closer to his chest.
Astrid took Damaris into the bedroom while Rebekah and Aleksandr discussed what they would do next. He could smell the fear that consumed her, enveloping her in uncertainty and confusion. Aleksandr was forced to tell her about the smell, the transformation, the strange urges (which she had known about for weeks). Astrid never kept secrets from her daughter-in-law. After what seemed like hours of crying and screaming, Rebekah told him to go-- take a break-- travel-- get some space. What she meant was: "You're not the same man I fell in love with and I want you gone."
Aleksandr left with the soul intention of returning before his daughter forgot the sound of his voice.
Chapter Four :: Acceptance
Without Rebekah, Aleksandr walked straight into the darkness within himself and never turned around. He learned the true meaning of his new breed "the incubus". He learned to embrace his magic as his siblings had before him. He stood at the top of the food chain, destroying, demolishing all that crumbled before him. He was unstoppable, out of control, and impossible to approach. Aleksandr abandoned his family, his life, and turned to chaos and rage that consumed his every thought and move. For eleven years, Aleksandr left a string of bodies in his wake, wrecked villages, murdered men, and walked away without any feeling of remorse. He had all but forgotten the promise he made to himself: return home a changed man. What he should've promised himself was that it would be for the better.
Chapter Five :: The Death of Aleksandr
Another evening spent at a tavern proved victorious for once. The night was looming over the building and Aleksandr scanned the room for his next victim when he was tapped on the shoulder by a young blond with... familiar eyes. "Excuse me?" He looked the small girl up and down, decided that she was too young to be anything more than an obstacle. He turned his head towards his mug and ignored her. She tapped him again. "Aleksandr... right?"
Now he was paying attention. "Do I know you?"
"I believe you call me Damaris."
Everything hit Aleksandr at once. He was overwhelmed by the last eleven years. And it all came back to him. His purpose. His reason. His reason was staring him in the face, looking at him with intent curiosity. He and Damaris walked around the village all night, talking and catching up. She told him about her life and how they moved here to get away from the memory of, well, him. And then Aleksandr asked, "How is Rebekah?"
Damaris got real quiet then. Rebekah was sick. Very sick. Aleksandr begged his daughter to let him see her so she led him to their hut on the edge of the village. Rebekah looked so small in her bed, white faced and clammy. Her eyes were red and teary. Blood staining the pillows and sheets. "Consumption," he analysed and ran to the bedside. "Rebekah?" But she was too far gone to even realise that he was at her side. She died in his arms, unknowingly.
Damaris had begged Aleksandr to raise her, but he couldn't accept. He was ashamed of the man he had become and he wouldn't allow his daughter to live under his reputation so he sent her to live with his youngest sister until she was old enough to marry and move away. As for Aleksandr? He made his peace with his past and decided there was no use in wallowing in the past so he pushed on-- on the same path that was destroying (what was left of it) his soul.
Chapter Six :: Blood, War, & Sex
In the fifteenth century, Aleksandr earned his name. He started off as a soldier, eventually becoming a general. His wealth along with his ego grew. By the late 15th century he owned half of Europe, owned three castles, and created his own empire of incubi. He worked (undercover) for the Russian csar, which eventually earned him the role of 'Russian diplomat'. For centuries he traveled around Europe, expanding his army and creating new alias's that would disguise his never changing face.
During this time, Aleksandr enacted a war against his siblings in which he claimed his brother's possessions for himself. His desperate desire to be 'the best' was overbearing and competitive. He attacked his brother castle, killed his troops, and won his half of the kingdom. He would've kept that half had his little sister not intervened and forced him to return the kingdom to his brother. Ira and Freya had ways to keep Aleksandr from getting 'too powerful'.
Chapter Seven :: Unadulterated Power
Aleksandr was already the most powerful Holloway (at least in his perspective). He had the largest army, the strongest kingdom, the most allies. But he was easily bored. Winning was boring. In the sixteenth century, the Russian diplomat had his first encounter with a new kind of enemy-- the werewolf. It nearly tore him to shred (had he not been invincible) before he snapped its neck and sent it flying into the Thames. The encounter elicited a new kind feeling of power. Thus, he began his hunt against the wolves. Never having lost a war with the wolves, Aleksandr was confident in his power. But, again, it left him feeling 'bored'.
Chapter Eight :: The Allure of Anne Dalton
She was opposite of boring. In fact, she was a challenge. That's what drew him to the immaculate Anne Dalton in the first place. She was far ahead of her time. She saw things in a way the world of that time couldn't possibly understand, but Aleksandr dared to understand. He put an end to her innocence, forcing her into his allegiance. That was easy. But it was not boring. Anne brought some life back into him. He felt passion for her unlike his other conquests. He hadn't felt passion since Rebekah...
Things intensified when Anne reveled her wolf heritage. Aleksandr had promoted her from whore to assassin. She was his secret weapon against the wolves. She was defiant and more trouble than success, but at least she was fun. Anne proved to be dangerous when she escaped Aleksandr's empire and started building her own army of wolves, which he believed to be against him. But his ambition had grown since Anne entered his life. He no longer wanted the hybrid working for him. He wanted to become the hybrid.
Chapter Nine :: Building An Empire
In the 20th century, Aleksandr made his wealth. He worked [underground] for several dirty companies that were need of his 'special' skills. Aleksandr's empire grew in strength, wisdom, and power. The only thing he didn't have was a 'wolf'. He followed Anne to Baskerville, Louisiana where he would continue his 'experiments' for the hybrid gene, eventually gaining the trait himself and becomes twice as power as his siblings and Anne Dalton.
Ŧ R I V I A
Face Claim :: Jamie Dornan <3
Voice Reference :: Jamie Dornan <3
Character Inspiration :: Klaus Mickleson & Christian Grey
Colour Scheme :: Blood Reds
Played By :: Alec
Theme Song :: "Crazy In Love" -- Miguel
~ Only those related to him are permitted to call him "Aleksandr". Everyone else refers to him as "Alekai".
~ As an original incubi, Aleksandr is, by any definition, invincible.
~ He has a wicked temper.
~ Aleksandr refers to himself in the third person (sometimes).
~ Aleksandr thinks of himself superior to his siblings.
~ His only source of bliss is the piano. He's been playing for centuries.
~ Aleksandr was the first of his siblings to kill anyone.
~ Once upon a time, Aleksandr was very close to his littlest sister, Freya.
~ Aleksandr works best with females. Males irritate him.
~ Despite Aleksandr's distant nature, he genuinely cares about his family (most of them).
"Why should I show mercy when I have never been granted the same curtesy."
I hope you all had an amazing summer