Aleksanteri
Gender: Male
Age: 273
Race: Troll
Occupation: Self-proclaimed Master of Every Sort Of Magick
Family: Wide spread and vastly numbered
Year of creation: 2004-05
First drawing of him: How cute!
Distinctive marks: Very bony and short. Huge bush of a hair which doesn't unfortunately grow on his face. Tacky earrings, sometimes wears other jewellery as well.
Dress-code: Uses flashy robes and appropriate magicking clothes whenever working. When not, just pants made of leftover potato bags or something.




About: Whatever vile you can think of, Aleks is probably quilty of it. His most protruding ones are his narcissism and misogynism, which he seems to be almost proud of. Hating humans and almost everyone else around him, he lives in a little shack in a huge forest so that nobody will bother him and his freelance magicking. (Strangely enough whenever someone gets lost in the forest, Aleks's shack almost magnet-like pulls them to it and he has to, to his dismay, deal with it.) He claims to know every sort of magick from oldfashioned shamanism and voodoo to new-age spell-casting and wizardry. As to how good he is at it, who knows. He is very eager to study more and show off his skills, and seems to think being a gem among the dirt of wizards and necromancers. (The latter being an art he hasn't mingled with yet but will as soon as he can find a suitable corpse.) Every official wizard you'd meet would probably just roll his eyes and click their tongue disapprovingly if you mentioned Aleks's name and then not want to speak of him anymore. He has succeeded making himself well (..or badly?) known in the circles, even if because of his stubborness. The officials do their best to not give him any credit or opportunity to get his foot on the door, as his hands and ego aren't the best to hold any power or recognition. Maybe they're right, but that won't stop Aleks.

About creation: Many boring lessons and horrible teachers in school gave birth to this madman.

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