Alexander Marx(Wanderer)[Finished]

A tall shadow in the doorframe is what others use to describe the 6'1'' man called Alex. He is almost always wears a ragged looking, brown, overcoat with a hoodie. Underneath the open hoodie is a rather worn looking black shirt that appears to have been worn for almost a year.

On his lower body,his sides and his back are draped over by the outfit, underneath the outfit he has a pair of, old style hunting pants and shoes showing hints of where he came from.
He has a wooden bow along with its arrows strung over is back.

A man of a few words, a man that holds his tounge, not because he is afraid of someone but because he usually has no one to talk to... Alex doesn't speak much and is someone who is considered a silent giant.

He is friendly to people proven so to him in different ways, a rarity now a days thanks to his status as wanderer. To those people deemed friends he can be rather protective of them, them being few and far between, almost as rare as finding love.

While it isn't his priority thanks to his current "profession" it is something he is on the look out for all the time, he never does encounter people as Wanderers are rare, anyone else is either a runaway or a capitol official.

To his enemies he shows no mercy, slaying them without a second thought. He can't afford to be put down now, not with so much of his life left. So he doesn't waste time chatting with enemies. Now rivals and non hostile enemies he might just act meanspirited to but that's all the communication they get from him.

Alexander Marx was born in District 9 right after a Hunger Games, which one was forgotten by most. He was raised there as a hunter which gave him his ability with the bow and arrows. During his Childhood was when he was the happiest, at least as happy as a district 9 child can be.

During this time he went to school while his father provided meat for the family, times like this were the most fond of times to Alex. To bad those times didn't last into his teen years.

Around his 18th birthday was when the capitol shut down hunting and replaced it with factories and industrial sites. Alex hated it, with all his heart. It was a horrible place to live, especially while everyone was still scrambling for a job.

It was now that Alex wanted to leave, but had a girlfriend and a family that loved him. He tried to convince his girlfriend to leave but she was forced to stay behind as she was kept to busy and under constant watch so she had no chance of escaping then.

Alex left alone, making a break from an open area left untended for a mere second as the guard had been distracted by something else. He left with his bow and arrow, and some basic clothes and essentials to last until he go a routine he could work with.

This went on for years and now Alex is Twenty. All these years he wishes he could go back to his family and his girlfriend, who both have probably moved on by now. He knew it was futile to try and sneak in the capitol would have him arrested on site, or worse. So now he wanders around the land, trying to live but he never went to far from district 9 and not any closer to the capitol. It was something of his last shred of remembrance as he has since had to replace his old equipment and he ran out of his surplus years ago. Now he resides, wandering, looking for a place to live and people to love, always looking back but never going back.