ALEXANDER DUVOLLE

Alexander Duvolle

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Other characters: None
Roleplay experience: 4 years
Activity level: On everyday!
Code word: Verified by Bee.

Basics
Full name: Alexander Ivanov Duvolle
Gender: Males
Age: Twenty
Divine Parent: Zeus
Powers: Aerokinesis, Atmokinesis, Electrokinesis, Enhanced Leadership
Playby: Chris Hemsworth

Personality
General personality: 

Alexandre can be described as a very charismatic person. Always on his heels, he does not waste his time by idling, nor does he just sit around and do nothing. He always has a goal, and he is always on the roll. Friendly and charming, he can be the bestest of the best friends that you will have, and the life and soul of a party. Strong-willed, and selfless, he will stop at nothing to help, and will do anything if it meant for the greater good of everybody. A strong leader, and a brave soul, Alexander would be the first to charge into the battle, and would always be the last to surrender or retreat.

But, as with everybody, Alexander has his bad side as well. Proud, and sometimes harsh, Alexander can be the most arrogant of the bunch. But, that's what it is when you have the King of the Gods as a father. He can be very very self-confident, sometimes demeaning others in the process. Of course, he doesn't mean it in a bad way. but it just sometimes comes out that way. Aside from that, Alexander is a stubborn fellow, and would be the last to accept any mistake. But, of course, that's what makes him huma-  I mean, a demigod.

Likes:

• Training 
• Flying with his Pegasus
• Taking long leisurely walks

Dislikes

• Being Idle
• Lazy people
• Being weak

Goals: Alexander's main goal is to make his father proud of him, and become the best demigod of Zeus, surpassing even Herakles. his secondary goal is to protect everyone he cares about, especially his cabin and camp mates.

Fears: Alexander's greatest fear is his inability to protect those he cares about most, including and not limited to everybody at Camp Half-Blood. He would do anything, and everything, to save those he cares about most, and his inability to do that is his main fear.

History
Claimed?: Yes
Camp experience: Eleven Years
Mortal parent: Nina Duvolle
Other relatives: None
History: 

My history starts out the same way as most orphan's stories did, with the orphanage.

I never knew who my parents were, nor did anyone of my extended family ever come for me. I was alone from the start, and I knew after a few years that I will be alone for the rest of my life. It wasn't easy, but at least knowing my mother's name made me realize that I once had somebody, if only for a few minutes. I had a mother, who might have loved me, or could have loved me if she did not die.

Yes, death by childbirth. Such an aweful way to leave your child, when the said child was barely even out of his mother's womb. But what can I do? She was gone, and I? I lived. I lived to see another day, while my mother cried when she saw me, before suffering from severe internal bleeding. I always wondered if it was my fault, if she blamed me. But the nurses here could only say that my mother, Nina Duvolle, was perfectly happy just to have held me. And with that thought, I took refuge.

As the years went by, I realized that I had certain abilities. From controlling the weather when I'm emotionally charged, to being able to subtly manipulate the winds. In fact, one time, I accidentally made a lightning bolt strike the flagpole, because I was so angry that gym class was canceled. I always thought that I was special, but I knew I had to keep it to myself, for fear of ostracization. I knew what I can do was not normal, so I kept it hush hush, and tried my best to not lose control of my emotions.

But even then, I was always at the center of attention. I had the drive to success, so, I was always the best in any sport. I also did my best in classes, but my dyslexia just made it very hard for me to study, ergo, I could only scratch B's, and that was me studying very hard. My ADHD also made it hard to focus during class times, so I was labeled as somewhat troublesome. But, my classmates, and orphanmates, seemed to think of me as their leader. Someone who they can look up to, and someone who they can follow. I guess I just had that natural charm, or so they said.

Nine was the age when I started noticing stuff happening. First, it was just a one eyed man. Then, it was monsters lurking around me. I thought I was going crazy, but luckily, a Satyr had already found me even before those creatures decided that I was their snack. The goat-man explained that I was the son of of a god, and so I had to follow him to a camp where people like me resided. I believed him immediately. What's not to believe when I knew all about my powers, and this creature seemed nice enough. Besides, what am I losing if I go? It's not as if I had family. 

Eleven Years. It had been eleven years since I became a camper. Claimed by Zeus, I was revered by many, and despised by some. I grew into it, my position as the cabin leader. I groomed myself, to be one of the best. I toiled, and toiled. Trained everyday. I knew I couldn't just leave the borders, and so I stayed a s a year-rounder, opting to defend the camp, and help train the younger generation.

Yes, we are the next generation. The demigods that will step up, and carve out the future for the generations to come. They will look up, and see our images, and remember the days when we roamed these very fields. We are the next generation, and I? I shall be the one leading the charge.