Post by Dr. Alexander Andreev on Nov 29, 2012 11:17:23 GMT -8
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ALEXANDER, ANDREEV
PLAYED BY : DANIEL GILLIES
THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Dr. Alexander Erin Andreev
NICK NAMES: Alex, Lex
PREFERRED NAME: Alex
AGE: 34
GENDER:male
OCCUPATION: General Surgeon
HOME REGION:Northeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Browning 9mm Handgun & a Machete
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Alexander has always considered himself an attractive person. Women that seemed to gravitate towards him have never voiced a complaint. His six foot and three inches form is lean and well toned from the years of working out and playing sports. Alex possesses a masculine face. Typically the doctor keeps a small amount of scuff on his face as it is not easy to shave. His dark brunette locks are kept relatively short and spiky. Typically he dresses very casually, opting for t-shirts and a comfortable pair of slacks or jeans, whatever he can get a hold of. He can always be seen wearing his wedding ring around his neck though.
PERSONALITY:
Determined
If there is a goal in front of him, it doesn't matter what he has to do. Alex will make sure that it gets done. That might be one of the reason he is still alive today; making a promise to himself that he would not be chow to any of those things. If he makes a promise or gives his word, only a natural disaster (not even a zombie apocalypse) would stop him from keeping it. The doctor won't back down from a fight if he has to, nor will he allow something to happen that he believes is wrong.
Hard headed
When his mind is made up, its final. The guy is very hard to deal with when he has his mind set on a task. The point could be the smallest and most trivial thing but if he knows he is right, he will prove it. Often gets embarrassed when the male is called out in front of others and hates to be wrong about anything. Has a tendency to keep an argument going long after a resolution should have been reached.
Self-Confident
The young man might not like where he is at in life, but that doesn't mean that he's down on himself. Alexander radiates confidence in everything he does, down to his walk. He will say what he thinks and is not ashamed of anything that comes out of his mouth.Sometimes that self confidence can be confused with arrogance to those who do not know him very well.
Gentle
Who said that a firm touch is always needed? Sometimes kindness works better than being aggressive. When he isn't angry or irritated, the man is quite caring. Alex has always had a calming bedside manner and even in the apocalypse, that soothing nature is infectious to those around him. He is not the easiest to get to trust but once he has, he will be a shoulder to cry on or protector that one needs.
Barely Together
Despite all his merits. The good doctor is just a stones throw from loosing it himself. Everything he has ever known has been taking from him. The woman he loved and the small child he will never see grow up. Having never had time to fully morn their loss and allow his fractured mind to heal, Alex suffered from moments of paranoia and severe crippling headaches.
LIKES
- Yankees Baseball
- A pretty woman
- Children
- Reading
- A cold Beer
- Dancing (shh, don't tell anyone)
DISLIKES
- Zombies!
- Being on the run
- Weeks w/out Coffee
- Bullies
- Loosing a patient
- A woman/child crying
HISTORY BEFORE:
January fourteenth, 1978 The middle son was born to David and Carrie Andreev and joined their first born son Jackson and three years later daughter Sarah. Alex’s childhood was a good one. His brother was always willing to entertain his inquisitive little brother and Sarah loved the protective streak her brother had for her. Though it was clear that his family thought highly of the middle child, growing up Alexander unfortunately had the Jan Brady complex. Jackson was the oldest. He was the more popular of the two boys. Of course like all older siblings, Jack drove first, went on dates first and eventually married first. Everyone looked at the accomplishments of the eldest Andreev brother and Alex just could not help himself but to get jealous of his other brother. On the opposite spectrum, Sarah was the princess that could do no wrong. As the only girl born in the family and the only grandchild that was female, the little girl was quite prized…and very spoiled. He had always been in the shadow’s of his siblings until high school.
Growing up, all Alexander wanted to do was be a surgeon. School was never a problem as he had been for many of Alex’s friends. In fact, the boy was twelve years old when his parents were informed that their boy was testing higher than he should have for his age. Countless more tests were performed before they realized that Alex was a gifted child. At fourteen, he was reading at a college level. The option was given to David and Carrie about what to do to improve their brilliant son’s education. They enrolled their son in special classes meant to challenge his active brain but through all the additional work, they did not allow him to skip grades. Socialization was hard enough for a boy a intelligent as Alex. Making it harder for him to keep friends was something they refused to allow.
In the normal four years, the teenager graduated from high school, ranked near top of his class. Only lack of extra curricular activities cost him valedictorian and salutatorian. The summer before he began at Brown was a crazy one. He was finally able to let loose and have fun. That same fun and carefree attitude followed the male to college.
While at Brown, Alex met the woman that would change his life for the better. She was absolutely perfect. Long flowing auburn hair, that seemed to dance in the wind. Bright sapphire gem eyes and a smile that could melt the coldest heart. Her name was Alexia Sanders. From the first moment that Alexander laid eyes on her, he knew that he was going to marry the girl…she just needed to be persuaded. And persuade she did require. Unfortunately Lexi took Alex’s confidence as arrogance, as many others had. In truth she could not stand him. The wall did not stop the young doctor to be. It only made him want to work harder to win the young girl’s affections. By the end of his last pre-med year, Lexi finally caved in and agreed to go on one date. They one date sparked a romance between the two.
Lexi and Alex continued to date the entire time he finished up Med school. Upon his graduation, the man proposed to his girlfriend; asking Lexi to be his wife. In the same year that Alex and Lexi were married, he also landed a job at Mercy Medical in New York City. Packing up the new family, they moved to the large city, adjusting to the constant bustle fairly easily. As for the job? It was perfect. He was doing something that he loved and he was making a good living for it. What could make his life anymore perfect? The birth of his daughter Gracie. Gracie Leann Andreev was born on one of the worst snowstorms the two had experienced while living in New York. She was perfect, having her mother’s eyes and her father’s dark hair and nose. Alex couldn’t ask for anything more than that.
DURING APOCALYPSE:
It was another late shift at the hospital. Patients were pouring in and there was not nearly enough staff to cover it all. The psyche ward was already bursting at the seems with the patients that were extremely violent. Several of the staff had already been bitten and a mysterious illness was spreading like wildfire. Dr. Alexander Andreev was in the doctor’s lounge when it all began. After fourteen hours on shift, it would be anyone’s guess when he would be able to get home to his wife and daughter. Attempting to close his eyes was no use. There was just too much racket just outside of the door. Growling in frustration and exhaustion, the male moved to look and see what the commotion was. The source? Five men were holding down a terrified nurse. It was her screams that cause him to dart out of the room…and the sorrowful groans and moans escaping the deranged men. Then the assailants…they began to eat her! For a moment, he stood in horror, looking at the scene as if he could not possibly be real.
A moment was long enough for another ‘patient’ to grab his arm. A vacant and animalist look filled the young girl’s eyes. She could not have be more than ten or eleven years old. A large laceration was on her throat, almost as the larynx had been ripped from her neck. There was not blood pouring from the wound as there should have been. The thick coagulated blood just seemed to ooze from the enormous gash. Her eyes glassed over but her teeth chomped and snapped as if to take a bite right out of his arm. Out of self preservation, Alex shoved the girl hard, piercing her leg through an over turned gurney. As if out of some horror movie, the girl attempted to rise to her feet, tugging and pulling on the impaled legs. Finally the tissues gave way and she stalked back towards the doctor; wobbling on her lame leg.
Lexi and Gracie! Luckily for him, the lounge was not far from an emergency exit. It might have been unethical to leave when others were in danger…but little did he know, the hospital was overran. There would be no hope saving the lost souls within the stone and metal walls of the hospital and he had one job now…Protect his family at all costs. The streets were filled with screams as he ran to his car. People…things were everywhere. They were chasing and killing. It really was a scene from a bad movie. The dead were rising. Panic filled him to near breaking point. He couldn’t loose it now. His wife and two year old daughter were alone. He had to get to them now.
He was too late. The neighborhood looked as if a tornado had ravaged it. Cars were abandoned in the streets, bodies and blood soaked the pavement. Silently he prayed that they were all right. He could not loose them. Reaching his home, the door was this locked. Thank God. Perhaps they has barred the door and been spared from this horrific insanity. Calling their names, their home was in shambles. Furniture overturned…and blood spattered on the wall. Frantically Alexander searched the house, noting that a window had been shattered open and taking the last to check upstairs. Throwing open the door, he saw them; his family laying in thick pools of blood and one of those things over them, consuming his wife. Roaring in rage, Alexander grabbed the nearest thing he could find; a large stone statue his wife insist on keeping in their bedroom and repeatedly bashed the thing/man or dare he say zombie in the head. After a few hard blows, the creature crumbled to the ground and did not rise again. So the head was a weakness. Shoving the thing out of the way. He cradled his little girl in his arms. Her lifeless body messy and torn.
Anger and despair fill him. Hot tears poured from his eyes. They were dead. His beautiful wife and perfect daughter were gone and he was left alone. Until they began to stir. They were both dead. There was no way they could have survived the trauma. But Gracie shifted in his arms. Her tiny head moving to his arm and torso, attempting to snap at him. His Lexi drug her body, as her legs were useless over to him, attempting to grab at her husband. Rising to his feet and dropping Gracie to the ground, there was little he could go. They were those things. Looking over at the fallen creature, there was a way to stop them. But he could not kill them…not them. Instead, he locked the bedroom door behind him, gathering what little supplies he could and left. Thinking now of his own survival.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:Annoyed and Irritated. Those were the nearest emotions that he could think of that he was at the moment. Only days before, anger had consumed him with what his ‘sister’ had done. At least the rage that burned deep in his gut had finally burned out. Nearly half of the manor had faced his anger. Broken furniture and holes in the walls were evidence of his explosion. Three troubles plagued his mind. Three fueled his anger, making him very dangerous and volatile. One, Elena was no longer human. As a vampire her blood was completely useless in making more hybrids. The Gilbert girl was hardly the type to run around with men as her predecessors had and did not bare a child out of wedlock. There would be no Petrova descendant to carry on the bloodline unless the doppelganger blood moved through males. It would be a waiting game to see if young Jeremy bore any children and if they might carry it. Of course it was a long shot but Klaus could not completely give up hope. So close, so close to his army, it could not just be ripped from his grasp. Two, the remaining bags of Elena’s blood were gone. His damnable sister had saw to their destruction herself. The strains still remain on the hardwood floor. Fury had raged in him. The plans had been to use what blood remained sparingly and make it count. Not much was required to make a hybrid. With the supply he had (with proper care), it was possible to turn at least fifty or so wolves. But his means to make them were now gone. Stupid little girl. Rebekah ruined everything and he snapped her neck out of anger. Those were the two that really made the fire of hostility rage on. The topper to all of it however was Caroline. She was beautiful, smart and…starting to really piss him off.
What did it take to win her affections? Everything, he had literally tried everything that would woo a normal woman. Expensive gifts, promises that he was winning to fulfill, but every single advance he thought he was making was halted. Take one step forward and two steps back it seemed. Her affections for his first made hybrid Tyler, made the original sick. Always wanting what he can not have it. It wasn’t that Klaus could not love. The male was very capable of loving another person, no one every seemed to want to love him in return. Was he in love with the Forbes girl? Heaven’s sake no. But he cared for her but the emotions and feelings for her were slipping away with each rejection. He was growing finished with her by each passing day. She was so frustrating. At first the chase was exciting now it was boring. Mixed signals and seeing the desperate attempts by her little boyfriend to show himself as the big dog. There was only one alpha and it certainly wasn’t a small town boy. At the moment, Tyler could have her. There had to be something he could do to fix his issues. If not, then why was he even still in town? There was nothing for him here. His family was scattered, he and Rebekah were at odds. Elijah had no doubt sided with their sister. The male didn’t even know where his brother Kol was. The youngest male in the family went in and out as he pleased.
A stress reliever as in order. His painting was still sitting in the art room. Somewhere he had found himself generous enough to allow his hybrids to use the room as well. Most of them were terrible at the task of drawing a straight line but there was one that excelled more than anyone else. Standing in the doorway to the art room, his eyes moved over to the abstract piece. He’d been working on the abstract for the last few days. The dark colors of the piece reflected very much how he had been feeling of late. It was doubtful he would do anything with but it felt nice putting it on to the canvas. Still not speaking, he resumed his place, picking up where he had left off earlier that morning. Staring at the painting a low growl emitted from his throat. His fist punched through the thick canvas. The fabric seemed to groan as the fibers were ripped under the rage of the male. Angry was right. He needed to kill something; feel the life slip away in his hand. Anything to stomp out the vile frustration that bubbled and roared in his gut. Cursing under his breath, he wiped the wet paint from his knuckles. There was no way he could hole up in the manor today. The sound of screams and fear in someone’s eyes was the only outlet that he could think of. Without speaking the hybrid near the entrance of the manor, the tall male walked out of the double doors to his waiting car.
Somewhere between his home and the center of town, his anger cooled to burning embers. On the surface that was a good thing. Listening to his brother Elijah scold him on being discreet and not slaughtering the townsfolk certainly got old over the centuries. Drinks, lots and lots of drinks were what he needed. Then he would find a meal; bleeding the unsuspecting soul dry. Casually he passed by several humans on his way inside the Grill. Sure, he could have went out of town, hitting some dive bar. Anyone would do at this point. Perhaps he would get lucky and get a chance to see Caroline. The girl infuriated him to no end, but he could not get her out from under his skin.
Placing both hands on the bar, Klaus leaned against the wood counter top. The bar keep had seen him many times. Some alone, some with his brother and even Rebekah. “Scotch whiskey.†He gave a smile and leaned in closer. His gaze moved over the defenseless man. “Better leave the bottle mate.†He gave a chuckle as the compulsion left the vacant stare on the man’s face. The warm amber liquid pouted into the glass and the bottle rested beside it. “You can run along now.†With a wave of his hand, Klaus dismissed the human, raising his glass to his lips and feeling the gentle burn the well aged alcohol provided
PLANS: Plan is to survive every day and help as many people as he can. He's lost everything else, so he has little to look forward to. Finding him a group of travels or camp would be his better bet to help people.
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