Concept posted as recommended.
Alexander Buckmaster
“Live for today for tomorrow we die.”
I am that kid, you know the one who falls in crap and comes up smelling like roses. But then again, I could have just forgotten most of the bad stuff that has happened to me. Well, truth be told I forgot most of the things that happen to me anyway. I think I would have forgotten my name by now if people didn’t call me it everyday. It just isn’t important, the daily stuff that happens. Why bother? Things just work out for me anyway. I have the most amazing luck. I think it is because I used up all my bad luck in one week.
My first memory is seeing my parents die in the blast from a terrorist bomb two days before it happened. I was 5 and they wouldn’t believe me when I told them what I saw, what I smelled, what I knew was the future. I know what the man that killed my parents looks like. I know his deep set blue eyes and scraggily unkempt beard. I know he is alive because I saw him reform himself in my vision. He is a terrorist that can cause his body to explode and reform. I was 5 and everybody knows 5 year olds don’t know anything. It was just night terrors my parents told me. “Shouldn’t have watched the news with him in the room.” dad said. And then they died. I know what their faces looked like when the blast hit them. My second memory is watching my grandparents die 3 days before the auto accident that killed them. No one believed me then either. My house burnt down the day after my grandparents died. I contracted the flu, broke my arm, my aunt’s computer got a virus when I was using it, I stained 5 shirts, and got pooped on by two separate birds in a 24 hour period. I think I used up all of my bad luck in one week. Karma bent me over and gave me all it could for 168 hours. Now lady luck is my best friend.
I have lived with my Aunt and Uncle for the last 11 years or so. They just got a divorce, probably because Aunt Nicole decided that she like in shape 16 year olds more than Uncle Jimmy. Can’t really blame her, I like 16 year olds too. So here I am just floating through life as part of the non-descript masses. That was until 11 years after my parent’s accident.
I was visiting the site of the blast that killed my parents on their anniversary, like I do every year, when a big black luxury car pulled up behind my beat up Yamaha Bike. A gigantic black guy stepped out of the car walked over and handed me a plain manila folder. As the folder touched my hands I knew my Uncle had signed me away. I guess I was just one more tie with Aunt Nicole that needed to be cut. Can’t really blame him, he did well by me. Beside, I know I am wearing a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform when I meet the man who killed my parents.
Personality:
• Go with the flow, non-confrontational kind of guy
• Often shortsighted with his planning because people wouldn’t believe he knows the future and past even if he warned them. Xander also will come out okay, he always does.
