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it's all smiles and business these days

and i'm indifferent to the loss

Created on 2006-09-25 20:08:27 (#11237631), last updated 2007-06-16

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Name:	Alex Yeung
Birthdate:	1979-10-27
Location:	Hong Kong
Website:	resolution remix

Bio

blind man on a canyon's edge of a panoramic scene
or maybe i'm a kite that's flying high and random, dangling a string
or slumped over in a vacant room, head on a stranger's knee
i'm sure back home they think i've lost my mind

b a s i c s

name; Alex Yeung
alignment; Angel
age; 19
birthday; October 27, 1979
zodiac; Scorpio
family; father (deceased), mother (deceased), older sister (deceased), aunt (Karolyn, deceased), uncle (deceased)

p o w e r s

Basically, he's an inventive genius. Where most people would have to put a lot of work and effort into learning how things work and why, then applying that knowledge in order to build something, Alex's subconscious mind just kind of breezes past those steps for him, allowing him to easily construct devices to fulfill a wide variety of functions - he couldn't explain to you why they work. They simply do, and he knows they will, and that's good enough for him.

h i s t o r y

Alex was the second child of a seemingly normal family in Hong Kong, who worked to keep the appearance of being nice and well-adjusted to cover the fact that they were anything but. From a rather early age, Alex found himself with nothing but hatred for his father, for abusing his mother, and nothing but contempt for his mother, for letting it happen. His feelings for his older sister were mixed - she tried to keep him from seeing the worst of what was going on, and although he mostly resented her for deciding what he could and couldn't handle, he was perhaps just a bit grateful that she cared.

His powers emerged when he was nine and he built a bomb.

It worked better than even he had expected.

When the smoke cleared, his family was gone, he was injured but alive, and the case was eventually ruled a suicide on the part of one or both of his parents - because after all, surely the lone survivor, the nine-year-old son, wouldn't know how to make something as complex as a bomb, right?

He was placed in the care of his aunt and uncle, who were kind enough but always distant - his aunt, a dreamseer, recognized her nephew's fate right off the bat. She did her best to distract him from doing anything terribly destructive while he was living under her roof, sending him into piano lessons (it seemed the best way to keep his hands busy with something other than building more bombs) and keeping his schedule as full as was feasible. On some level, however, she knew it was futile, and when he finished the compulsory part of his education, she finally told him, guessing (correctly) that he would take that as his cue to move out and make his own way.

After leaving home, he found a day job with a ring of bootleggers...and another, even less ethical job on the side building bombs to order for anyone willing to meet his price. He doesn't make much from his normal job, but the second one is quite lucrative, so he's able to keep his own apartment (albeit a very cramped one), and he's built up a network of connections on the wrong side of the law.

He's been looking forward to this whole end of the world business coming around.

p e r s o n a l i t y

Alex comes across as being perpetually amused at the world; if asked to explain, he'd pin it on the futility of human existence. He has no issues with killing - it's fate, after all.

He has a slightly morbid fascination with the relationship between creation and destruction, the difficulty of the former versus the ease of the latter, and the philosophy of creating for the purpose of destruction - in his mind, building something to fulfill the purpose of destroying something else is morally superior to just walking in and tearing it down with your own force, because it shows a kind of respect to the effort that went into the original creation. For this reason, he tends to have a certain level of contempt for his "clients," but that is just one more reason he thinks humanity is doomed to fall, and he takes it upon himself to show the respect for the art of destruction that they lack. Seeing the results of his handiwork in the news is a quasi-religious experience for him.

Of course, his placing the tools of destruction in the hands of people who don't fully appreciate them could be said to be hypocritical, and he's quite aware of that. But humanity is flawed, human existance is futile, and he believes he's no better than any of them - only, perhaps, a bit more ready to accept the consequences of humanity's flaws by dying with the rest of them when the world ends.

Despite having a philosophy that most would classify as the sign of a diseased mind, he comes across as being remarkably stable in most interactions; he's very difficult to piss off, and his temper only really emerges if his personal space is violated. He is very sensitive about physical contact and will go out of his way to avoid it. When he can't avoid it, he easily loses his composure, doing whatever is necessary to make it stop, regardless of logic or consequence.

a p p e a r a n c e

Alex is slender and a bit on the short side, with blue eyes and silvery hair that falls to about his shoulders. He tends to dress entirely in black - not so much to make any kind of statement as because he'd rather not have to worry about whether his clothes all match. He's meticulous almost to the point of obsessive about his personal grooming (an odd contrast to the clutter he lives in), and although he'd rather not stick out in a crowd, his appearance is somewhat distinctive.

His mannerisms and body language are those of somewhat who doesn't want to draw attention, and he is noticeably less relaxed the closer someone is to him - his posture stiffens, his movements are a bit more mechanical, and his body language just seems more closed all around. And if they get close enough to touch him, he does a 180 and flips out ~~like a ninja~~.

c o n t a c t

name; Iris
email; narumi[at]oruha.net
journal;

hezul

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