Alex was a child actor and that didn't work out so well for him. On a good day, he had to watch the star of his show eat soup.

Alex occasionally suffers from pangs of anxiety. He has a loving heart and cares a lot for almost everybody. He regularly seems sort of sad and is particularly excitable. He is known to keep secrets. He lives in a state of perpetual anguish, whether or not it appears to the casual eye. He identifies as neither gender. He sincerely loves very much everyone. He is essentially a master of ceremonies for the love of it. He is a survivor of something pretty terrible.

Alex is into useful things, enjoys watching any horror movies likes, and adores having breakfast with a background of classical music. However, he has an aversion to consulting someone in his family on important matters, working out at the gym, and reading any kind of books about economics and investments. Playing Eldritch Horror, re-reading Tales of Beedle the Bard, and watching Forensic Files are part of Alex's usual daily regimen.

Alex has scars on his legs. It wasn't really his fault.

Alex likes watching lights change from one color to another. He's espcially fond of this in panel form. He enjoys the transition between cyan and magenta the most.

One night Alex's dad said I love you but it made Alex cry. It was in a bad way, just to be clear. He wasn't, like, just really touched. Well, I mean to say that it wasn't a cry of appreciation.

Alex has a peanut collection and it's the strangest thing I've ever seen. Many of them have names, and there's an absurdly high pubic lice infection rate among the population. Oh, in case it wasn't clear, I was just interpolating someone's imagination out loud again. Sometimes I just don't know when to shutup.