One thing he hadn't forgotten had been that almost every one of his family members held some time to Tallygarunga, whether as students, staff, or simply being in the vicinity often enough. It seemed that Vladimir had always been an impactful individual within Améa's life yet it only made him wonder to himself. . . What took so long for the two of them to come to the conclusion that they did? Had it been that at the time they held two different interests? It would've made sense, the two were individuals whom shored up their honor and duty - fierce loyalty that held no true comparison amongst people he's met in his life. They were icons for the ideal which made them admirable, even more so when it'd been obvious that they realized certain obligations were bad choices and yet still tried to hold closely to the loyalty as much as they could've. "That's pretty cute. I think I get it a bit though I can't say I was ever as stealthy as you were." Alexander chuckled lightly towards himself, when he came across Cassandra one time it'd been when the woman had been dancing in an empty common room. Rather than saying anything at first he simply watched her, albeit, he watched -lower- on her back, but it'd been no mistake that his mind and attention had always looked towards the red-haired woman favorably. Knowing his own pull, gave him an understanding of where Améa had been coming from in that regard. From time to time he even found himself gravitating to try and spy on Cass when she did dance or could before the pregnancy had taken over her ability to move easily. "I mean, look who you're talking to about some bad choices?" A playful grin formed on his face, almost as if trying to bolster the young woman's confidence that not every choice that looked bad would be bad. "Head out to the States to celebrate a birthday, get drunk, comeback married. Some how missing the bit of information about how babies pop for us. . ." He then started to laugh at himself good naturedly. "All considerably bad choices given my situations. Yet, they're all turning out perfectly well." Softly sighing and allowing for his lips to curve into a small smile with his hand reaching up to gently touch her shoulder. "I'm sure we can convince her that this time? This time you've proven you -can- make good choices." Nothing had ever been simple, the time he spent with Bethianna enlightened him to that as much as the time he'd spent with Adele. Things weren't always so black and white and there'd been considerable amounts of grey and determining many things took an eventual intuition. He believed, truly, that Améa had started to exert that very intuition after being stripped from it for so long that it started to kick in bit by bit over the last few months. "I know what I'm about to say is a pretty bad thing. . ." The tone of his voice dropped, realization that the next few bits may not make sense or even be something that she could comprehend within her own personal morals. "It's perfectly fine to break Oath's that are toxic and destructive. Being a Wife, a Husband - It's something that requires a mutual respect, a mutual give. It isn't one person giving all or a single person doing all the protection." In terms of years in a marriage, Améa had him beat. Maybe at one point Zane did love her but that didn't matter to him, not with what had been given and the fact that the man knowing the life he lived didn't do his utmost to protect his niece as he should've. "The way you smile? Vlad clearly makes you happy. Probably in a way that you may not have known possible so. . . Maybe it's time to severe the rusted and toxic chain binding you to your Husband and start building anew? With someone who wants to be there and protect you as much as you want to protect them." Alexander's hand fell away from her shoulder and rested on his lap. "Because the way you smile? Like that? I think everyone wants to see that genuine and healthy smile. I know I do, because seeing you light up like that is refreshing and amazing."
Alexander Winfield earned a Trophy Prolific Poster Level Seven
While he couldn't be called the shining example of 'How to get Married and keep everyone happy!', Alexander knew the importance of being with a person that made that inner heart sing and still be uplifted by them and doing so in return. Never giving it all but giving pieces, growing together instead of a stunted co-existence, he never heard the full details of the life she held with Zane but only enough through the issues that the family held and the disapproval that Bethianna had of the fact she'd given her all to a man who could only give pain and heartache to her and those she loved and wanted to protect and keep guarded. Tuning into her words his smile started to grow widely, a glint of awe seemed to spark within the violet hues as he stared towards the woman. The way she sounded, the brightness in her eyes and tone. The air that surrounded and shifted around her now, they became increasingly brighter, optimistic. She looked happy, truly happy, and what more could he want for his family than to be able to find some form of goodness they could hold onto? That had been theirs in a broken world where issues and hate were abound every corner? "You've found yourself some mutual love there, Améa. That's pretty good, it's rare too in all the best ways." People found themselves in relationships but how many could truly say that their connection to the individual could help them 'Soar'? Offer an abundance of courage in ways that wouldn't have even been considered. Vladimir? Now that, that he didn't expect and yet. . . Why did it seem to click within his mind? A hum resonated in his mind and his head nodded in personal revelation. "I think the two of you make a perfect fit. You compliment each other, in that way you're similar. You probably understand one another in ways that people hadn't understood you before." It would be no wonder of it, if he actually knew the amount of time the two of them had been in one another's company. He'd also been one of the poster children of 'Things are too early', which only made his next words feel as if they had been the right advice from his own perspective and believe - things he'd have done himself in her situation. "You two should go for it then." His smile beamed brightly and his shoulder lightly bumped into hers while the tone of his voice as he spoke still herald the presence of a whisper. "He's a good man, a strong man." By that, he meant more so towards the fact he knew Vladimir would never hurt his Niece or even conceive the idea itself. The man had been a gentle ferocity in a way that sounded contradictory and yet made absolute sense. "I don't think there's anyone in this family that could've been told, 'No', and not end up with the person they're the happiest with. I don't think anyone would've been able to stop me from being with Cass." Not even Bethianna would've been able to make a proper dent in him on the short red-head being the woman he wanted to connect himself to for as long as they could. Knowing that she'd been a good person, someone whom supported him in ways he didn't think would've mattered or given him a sense of strength and awareness. "I support you, both of you on that. I know that might not mean much since it's me but. . ." Alex spoke in a soft and warm tone.
Alex couldn't help but follow the path of her shifting head towards the side with his own, only halting and quickly affixing himself once more once he realized that he'd been trying to steady her reactions far too closely. He understood enough of how she thought, things told to her and embedded within that the simple word and idea that she -could- choose, that it was an opened option for her to reach out and grasp for something with her own path wouldn't be something easily assimilated. Something told him that she saw meaning in her actions even if the place originally intended for her had been shifted, her 'role' changed to fit some kind of grand-scheme. He couldn't accept that as easily, not when he felt that the woman could offer much more simply because of who she was, what she could add into the world. How each individual interpreted words, how often they should be stated or spoken had numerous variations of understanding. Yet, it seemed almost universal that words, whether truth's or lie's held a sense of importance in the minds and hearts of people. The two of them had been far different, the way they conveyed them and spoke them out into the atmosphere. "I understand the strength of promises. You do your best to keep them, sometimes it doesn't work out but. . . We're only human at heart." His own way of saying it didn't need to work out all the time, that some were just broken ahead of their intended time. Sometimes they needed to break in order to form newer and more concrete ones that didn't compromise whom a person wanted to be. "I can respect that weight you put into words too. Not wanting to fill the air with pointless chatting, right? 'Small talk'." Hearing her, understanding her, he could see why his very choice in how he responded, interacted with people could be construed as wasteful in her eyes. It even crossed his mind that she probably thought that for a while, perhaps even still did. The view he held on the world, people, would could've attributed it towards a sense of naivete. Facing no true trials other than his own mortality, taking the route of optimism in order to steel himself against the potential despair, anxiety, and depression that would've hung around the corner if he allowed himself to soak in the distress of his situation. People he'd met, even with many of their flaws those that seemed to still have good will and intention were those that he felt deserved a unique set of eyes to view them. For him, Améa had been no different, while she'd been largely a mystery and in truth still had been even with what he had learned in the recent moments, he saw something about her that couldn't be gleamed by looking solely at the surface. To survive the firm and heavy handed teachings as a young girl, to survive being largely cut off from her family and power - fueling herself into someone else that took from her. . . Who knew what other secrets were abound within her mind? Hung upon her chest? Still she stood, caring and guarding her family even if it had been by obligation; strength and perseverance could only be the proper descriptor's that accompanied the subtle poetic soul that rested in her . His head nodded smoothly, wearing only a bright smile as a means of confirming the words he spoke. He wanted to know, what inspired her, what pulled in her a unique feeling. The expression on her face. . . That had been the first time he saw the typically stern and firm mask melt away and all that had been there was. . . A Young Woman, girlish and giddy. Her softly spoken words caused his smile to beam as a breathy and well-natured laughter soothed out. "Really?! That's awesome, Améa!" To have that feeling, it'd been a euphoria that couldn't entirely be explained. He could've tried but it would always come out far more mundane than the feeling elicited, he understood that draw, the need to smile and laugh with an awkward happiness. It was how Cassandra made him feel, how the red-haired woman -still- managed to make him feel even with all of their ups and downs. "It's pretty great isn't it? That feeling?" Then he started to look back and forth, almost conspiratorially as he leaned in and whispered to her, almost as if they were gossiping teenagers. "Does the person know?"
Trying to understand the reasons behind someone's choice were at times easy, other times far more difficult. When there'd been no easy way to give voice or understanding to the depth and weight of something personal it left an impression that it just wasn't capable of being spoke through words alone. To truly experience it, truly understand it, the roles and views needed to be shifted and understood and while he'd been more than willing to try and 'see' the prospect of being able to hold that vision of another with the proper mindset and eyes was a form of acknowledgement of closeness. An intrusion of personal feelings, beliefs, and walking in that individuals shoes, so to speak. Something Alex didn't expect to be easy for Améa to do with anyone, a woman whom had been as guarded as much as she guarded. A hope that in time he would be able to grow a bond with her but those things sometimes took steps. To him, it'd been difficult to view any individual as 'Purely a Monster'. There were obviously things that couldn't be excused in a persons life, he hadn't been naïve about the concept of a severe issue with morality itself. Yet. . . With his family, those that drew him closer, he found there had been a stern and nearly unshakeable presence about them. The many choices made seemed to extremely hard on Améa, someone that took it and wore it so closely. That it could visibly be seen hanging off of her like a cloak that flapped in the bitter-wind of frost capped mountains. A woman whom had been distant and oddly warm at the same time, maybe warm hadn't been the exact meaning he should've went with. All the same, he knew and understood that her heart had been in the right place when it came to the painful options placed before her. "Paths are meant to change. . . Life isn't intended to be immutable." King's fell and they rose, some even gave up their thrones to facilitate the idea that people should lead their own steps as a strong community. If things weren't intended to be changed he didn't think he would be where he'd been, living or trying to live with the gash in his soul that still existed for the time being. Something he felt Adele understood in her own way too with her chosen view on wanting to make a change in their Father's homeland. Alexander believed that each person held their own means of poetry yet to be poetic in its very nature had, oddly enough, been vastly different in his personal scope. "Because you're a woman that takes every action. . . Every word. . . Intentionally. The way you carry yourself shows your ways are intended to make earthquakes, to shake the mind when people do get to hear or witness." It had been one of the reasons why he wanted to hear her song, to listen to what would sung from her. Music, it was something that he understood, could relate towards, that held various meanings and touched people in a myriad of ways and yet always seemed to play the same notes to achieve those effects. "You're always someone that, I expect, 'Feels' strongly. When things impact you, for good or ill, you feel them." Maybe he'd been off the mark? It wouldn't have been the first time with such perceptions. "Which all of it is pretty awesome. It makes me wonder what you have to say? Or what it is you want to say. To let people know about what resonates with you, I mean, 'You' as a person - The individual."
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Was he even ready for this? The demands of a class noted to be 'Advanced' could hardly ever be called a walk in the park. Especially for him, where dropping from over-exertion had been a realistic possibility. Attempting to replicate certain spells had been difficult enough and he mostly hoped that it didn't involve trying to counter-spell some form of curse or jinx this time around. At the very least to avoid him having to rely on Lauren or Lorelei, if they happened to end up choosing the Advanced course. 'Why wouldn't they? They're both far more confident and capable within the knowledge of their own magic. . .' He on the other hand had still been trying to learn, still stretching his wings to find the height of his limits and to see just how far that will and determination could take him given the current circumstances. He entered the classroom along with a few other students and took his position at the front of the desk. There'd been no mind paid to anyone in particular, there hadn't been anyone he really knew or interacted with. There'd been that one fellow that had gotten far too close to Lorelei in a few classes for his liking, though that'd been overprotectiveness that he slowly and begrudgingly had been working on as a means to let the girls enjoy their teen years without, 'Uncle Xander', staring over their shoulder like a hawk trying to protect its young. "Hey there, Prof. Woah, you look. . . Pretty warn out." Luckily? He had just the kind of thing for that, something he had designed not only for himself but had even given it to his mother one time. (The woman actually even held a look of approval when he did!) Reaching into his back he pulled out a custom made bottle that held a yellowish liquid and walked up to place it on Andy's desk. "It's kind of an energy drink of sorts. All natural, self brewed. I use it for myself when. . . I have to take care of my nephews." He stated in an obvious lie, though no one needed to know at every turn that he had to find unique ways to maintain his condition previously. After sitting back down he started to relax and settle in until the class started up.
Alex had to be honest with himself, he wasn't sure how to pull that kind of act off with Wizard's magic. Maybe it wouldn't be far too different. . .? At least he held an understanding of its magical theory enough to have a hint, something for him to consider writing down and having someone test out for him as they learned. Nothing too hard, he hoped. "Ahaha, We'll have to see how you do." He offered Max a playful smirk. "No rush or pressure. Just wanted to let you know of a few options if you wanted them." The ideal hope had been to limit potential stress and not try to force her to believe she needed to do actually perform. Whether or not she took it, the choice of the options had been there and something that would up to her on taking up. He wanted to make sure everyone could take away something from the club or else what had been the point if nothing had been gained? Whether it'd been one they expected or a pleasant surprise, something needed to be gained as a constructive benefit as one of his beliefs. He nodded with a smoothness with a smile creasing in a good-natured flex. "Awesome, I'll try to see when I can set those up." The difficult portion had been the busyness of the people he needed to contact and not to mention it hadn't been the easiest time or situation for his family at the moment. Skepticism would've struck someone and he could only hope that his certainty of nothing being out of the ordinary would suffice to open them up to offer a chance for someone in the musical arena. "Ooof. . . Trying to put me through the ringer with some heavy Blackmail, Max?" A chuckle eased out of him and he sighed softly and with a joking tone. "I'll see what I can do." He winked towards her conspiratorially. While he didn't think Adele would actually chew him out. . . Much. . . For the use of the glasses at the very least he respected that she held a certain 'Air' that she wanted to keep up amongst the school campus. It couldn't be expected that there'd actually been a soft spot for a family member, especially a younger sibling. "Thanks for coming everyone!" The time that had been offered was respected, they didn't need to appear, their cooperation helped to validate the club further which hopefully could help future students. Afterwards he spent the time fixing up the room, preparing the various instruments that hadn't been part of the Musiciary class for transport to their proper storage and owners.
Pooling that much energy had a detrimental effect on him, unfortunately, as a sense of weariness seemed to hit him if only lightly. Even so he gave a humbled bow after the finalization of his performance and his hand gently turned to allow the drumsticks he'd taken ahold of with his magic to lay flat and motionless on the table next to the several rows of wine glasses. "Now, that's not fair, Max. I did apologize before hand." He showed a cheeky grin her way, sometimes when the inspiration and thoughts hit him he gave no true consideration on how he would like to achieve that imagery. While the wine glasses may have been unorthodox it had been one of his many styles to incorporate different kinds of objects as musical instruments in their own right. It'd also been as much to open the potential ideas and creativity of the other members of the club in case they found themselves in a stump. From the look of things it also seemed as if Rachel had been rubbed the wrong way, either by the performance or his way of conducting it. "Uh. . . Yea, sure." There had been a part of him that felt that MJ might not have gotten the chance even though she did decline to go. He also felt it would've been far more difficult to help her if she didn't have an ide already on who she felt comfortable working with. The intention of the club needed to be able to reach all members where they're at and that might've stretched to even outside of club time. "If you want, MJ, we can pick a good day or time to see what you know. You know, a really casual kind of setting that feels right for you." "I'm thinking even with the different skill levels we'll definitely be able to play as a unit with a bit of practice and a lot of fun." He smiled widely towards Max and Laurie know they'd chose the club more along those lines. "And. . . For you, Rachel, I may have an idea of someone you can talk to. I know a person whose a conductor of the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra, if that's the kind of thing you want to jump into. If you want a more solo kind of act going on I know someone that could help out there too, well, hopefully help out there." It would mean him calling in a favor from Vlad or Jez but he didn't think they'd mind too much. "But if anyone needs any help or want to work on something I'll always try to make that time even outside of the club. Also, uh, do me a favor and don't tell the Librarian about those glasses? I'll put them back later."
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An acceptable answer, well, he found any answer would be acceptable than 'I don't have a future' or any of its relative terms. "You know, I get that. When you had this expectation for yourself and find yourself with far more you're able to do and have no idea what you want to do." That had been how he felt the moment he gained the actual capability to live and not just have the end sight of death. He had ambitions, things that had been in his heart for him that he'd wanted to do. Were they viable at that time? He didn't believe so but it didn't mean that they shouldn't have been attempted. "Even though I know what I want to do now with everything else it feels as if it's still a pretty uncertain future in general." It did, however, mean that the world had been her 'Oyster' as many weird people placed it. "Well, how about we try different things? See what makes that right fit." An idea for when she felt fully comfortable with that kind of a step, it at least had been an idea to keep her active and searching. The news wasn't something he expected and while it had been entirely foreign to him, admittedly on some level, terrifying that she had committed such an act there'd been a response within himself that lessened it. Rather, it'd been how she began to explain the reasons and the sadness that lingered in her voice on the connection that she held with her father. "That makes sense. . . It is very sad. I. . ." He couldn't imagine if that had been him in that kind of situation. To be taken away from Cassandra or vice verse? Not something he would've sat down and allowed to happen even if it meant every fact of danger for his own existence. "It's breaking to the soul even. Love is a strong and dangerous thing, worth it every sense of the way too. When you've found a strong bond like that it's nearly impossible to imagine without it." That much he understood simply from the elephant in the room both he and Cass had intended to ignore but truly couldn't. Alex watched as she looked away from him which caused him to stand up slowly, he didn't want to set her on alert. Instead rather to keep her calm, to let her know that sadness had been fine given the circumstances. He didn't believe she should've been placed in that situation, no child, should be placed in that situation. But he had to also understand the world she came from, the environment and country had been different in traditions and beliefs. His hand reached out and touched hers gently. "I understand then. . . Every time you play it's painful, isn't it?" If it had been it'd been he could see why, in her heart it must've ached to be reminded of her actions. "You were placed in a harsh situation, Ruella. I couldn't fathom being stuck in that kind of a position." Someone was most likely going to die and she intervened, making the choice to protect through death. It wasn't something he could say he'd have been okay with in himself. But those close to him in a sense all had been in a place where 'Death' wasn't the intention of maliciousness but protection in a very odd way. "You protected someone, that isn't a bad thing. And the Music. . . Don't let that leave your heart or hands because of it." Actions were waves, wounds that could be created and if left to fester were difficult or near-impossible to truly heal. But at some point healing did need to happen, that had been his belief. She showed sadness, it hadn't been something he wanted to do it felt more as if she felt she needed to do so. Therein had been the difference in his eyes and heart. "Hey. . . I still believe you have one the most poetic souls of anyone I've met." To him, she hadn't been stained or unredeemable. Whether it'd been the blood of her father on her hands or the choice of Zane. Those actions weren't defining and perhaps he had too innocent or accepting of a heart than people would've liked to see him actually have but he couldn't and wouldn't change that part of him.
Alexander nodded in appreciation as the two of them seemed to work in well-maintained sync. Of course, he expected that Max had an easy time with that kind of an act given their own suddenness not that long ago. And now he managed to get a good eye on how she'd been with a guitar which formed a feint smile on his face. It had always been good to see people using the instrument he preferred to actually play with his own hands. Others, if necessary, he tended to use magic if it didn't run him too dry of energy. Once it came to an ending his hands rose up in an applause. "Well done, well done. Nice awareness on the drums there, Laurie." A smirk pressed on his lips, he hadn't missed the motions and the obviousness that she'd been holding back in consideration of the singer's voice not being able to reach a certain point without a microphone. "It showed not only your comfortability in the instruments and its limits but notice for your partner's show." Then he pointed towards Max with a joke-filled wave with his hand. "And you, having me preform and sing on my own when you had a voice like that? I should feel bad for you holding back on me like that! But I'll let it go this time." It perhaps had been more towards the factor that he'd sang a song before that had been pretty old compared to their own age and most likely not as popular in certain parts of the world. Had it been his turn now? He scratched the back of his neck a bit, it had been the idea to hold a showcase of their potential skill and talent but he also knew how he could be once the guitar settled in his hands. For all his attempt at being humble he tended to go the full length for the sake of entertainment and the hope that it'd lift up the confidence and spirits of those who listened. "Guess that makes me next, right?" A causal shrug flows from him. "I apologize before hand." He had stated generally as he made his way towards his guitar and picked it up, settling the strap around his torso as the crimson twisted braid that hung from the head dangled, the emerald gloss of its tail gave a well-polished reflection. "I call this lovely beauty, Thia. She's a new addition to my life since I gave Sapphire away but she's every bit as beautiful with the strings." Rapidly his mind began to work as one of his hand stretched out as it waved to pull several empty wine classes onto the table top, summoned from Adele's cabinet. She. Was going. To kill him. Another wave caused water to form above each glass and then fall into them at different levels. Taking nearby extra drum sticks he began to enchant them to move on their own and sent them off towards the glasses with a few tested strikes at the edges in a crescendo, each one having its own unique and noticeable sound. They set the tone for him as the drumsticks started to move with far more purpose and meaning. Alexander's hand reached out once more except this time the digits of his fingers wriggled with the intention as if he'd been playing a piano which caused the nearby one to follow the lead that the water-filled wine glasses set. As his lips parted his fingers began to move along the strings, catching the sync of the previously enchanted instruments with on time fluidity. "I have often dreamed of a far off place Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me. . ." The speed of the instruments started to build in a steady rhythm. "Where the crowds would cheer, when they see my face And a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be." With timed inhalation through his nostrils his voice held with the tempo of the chorus along with a confidence that showed he'd been exceedingly comfortable. "I'll be there someday, I can go the distance. I will find my way if I can be strong. I know every mile would be worth my while. When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong~." Playing the full song of 'Go the Distance.' until finished with piano holding a gentle ending flourish to mark a finale to the song.
There seemed to be a confidence that played on the pianist or maybe it'd been far more cockiness in her own abilities? It caused him to sit back and hum to himself in a low vibration. That could be problematic of some sorts but something he'd been far more prepared, something to be expected when it came to the arts. Finding the line between self-confidence and over confidence, she'd certainly been sure of herself but there had been a concern of his on how it'd play out with others that were either learning the instrument or that could eventually excel as a virtuoso within it. Something for him to consider and perhaps more so for the advisor's to help come to a constructive conclusion. His attention had turned towards Max and Laurie next it'd been a good sign that more wanted to show a bit more of their own talent. A curious thought pushed through his mind, 'I wonder if the two of them have played before.' From what he could tell the two of them were well acquittanced with one another. The prospect of whether or not they did had been irrelevant the act of seeing how well they could sync up in the heat of a musical moment had been the key that he'd been hoping to actually see. Alexander stood up and grasped his chair to move it back slightly and faced it towards Laurie and the set of drums. Not only to give a respectful attention towards the next one or ones to perform but also to make sure his ear didn't get take a harsh hit from the crashing that would emit from the drums. "Feel free to let loose whenever you're ready."
While he'd been aware that his life had nearly ended, well, more times than he really cared to be counting anymore. There'd never been a part of him that felt the necessity towards being protected but maybe that had been the privilege of things? Nothing seemed a reason because a reason never showed and he might end up feeling far differently if something directly showed, not unlike the situation that had occurred at Jez and Viktor's 'Unwedding' event. The desire to protect someone, that he knew well enough, but that had been driven by emotion and not a sense of duty or obligation for him personally. It never occurred to Alexander that Améa and Jezebel hadn't actually known at the same time about themselves, the kind of training that must have occurred for Améa had to have occurred far earlier in her life in comparison from how it sounded. The mantle of Queen or King didn't seem like the easiest of burdens especially for a nation that didn't enjoy the idea of progress only a stagnant existence. Being King, even a Royal in general, still caught Alexander off guard as he'd never expected to be in such a position in his entire life. "Choices, they're a bit of a punch in the face sometimes, aren't they? But I think they're pretty important to still have. Have you thought about what you want to do then? You're not expected to be Queen, right? It brings a freedom." That's how he looked for it when it came to himself personally. But he also knew Adele had been trying to change that fate in general, a Monarchy, it doomed their family in their freedom. While he understood that her connection Zane took far more than it should've and mostly due to Bethianna's explanation, he didn't feel that alone should've damned her. So, it'd been herself that had been setting those barriers. He originally had started to think of a way to ask what caused it but her words slapped it right out. She. . . Killed her own father. That had to settle in his mind, it'd been foreign to hear and even think about. His own relation with not only his adoptive father but his biological Father since meeting him made it a difficult thing to conceive. Luckily, he hadn't been the kind of person to judge or condemn, well, not any more. Many things had been different and he found himself, this unique change, some emotions weren't just his own either. Alexander's hand reached for a nearby chair and then turned it towards Améa and sat down upon it. His eyes raised up, the violets settled on her overwhelmingly blue spheres. She had his full attention and he hadn't planned to break that because of this admittance. "Why did you kill him?" If her Father offered such a shoulder he didn't think he had hurt her, or did he?
Alexander Winfield earned a Medal School Superstar Level Three
Whether it'd been too much to ask he wasn't entirely sure, but he wanted to understand her, to be in a position to appreciate her as an individual, a person. Like someone that had been part of a family unit. Language typically had been difficult at first to trying to understand her when she did grace an area with her voice but over time he found he'd been able to understand if he just took his time and think on the track where she'd been going. The most difficult had been today, when she had been hit with the wave of emotions that made trying to piece all of what had overwhelmed her heart. So, she'd been dutiful. But he'd been someone she'd been duty bound to protect? He wasn't sure how he felt about that, he couldn't judge her mindset but he didn't think of himself as someone that should've been considered in such a way. He didn't interrupt her, allowing her to speak fully until her words had come into a full stop and allowing himself some time to process the question he'd ask. It'd been. . . Far more complicated than he'd expected, it even made him wonder what prompted her to believe it hadn't been her place to need someone, that she didn't deserve more. What had been the missing piece? Was it something that he shouldn't know for one reason or another? "I hadn't realized that I had been under your protection." He'd hoped it didn't sound offensive, in fact he'd been more taken back that he'd even be considered to be under such guard. As someone who sought to heal others he could understand the prospect, maybe not as just a duty but as a desire as well. "I thank you for that, even if it's your duty it should be appreciated." Which he had been. Though the way she spoke it sounded if she'd been sculpted to be some form of . . .Assassin in the name of the family. "You were supposed to be Queen?" That would make sense, she'd been the older Twin, the oldest child of Adele. She must've been groomed and by Bethianna. "Are you the one who decided that you don't deserve more?" Frown formed on his face for moment as the gears in his mind started to turn and twist. "If that's far too personal then I'm sorry about that." There were something about it that seemed like redemption, atonement? There'd been a deeper story and history for her, that'd been obvious but the what once again lingered in his mind when it shouldn't have. Alexander nodded slowly, she'd been denied the right to deserve comfort. Whether it was by her or someone else that commanded of her had been irrelevant he supposed. "I guess family aren't exempt from offering that shoulder? I mean, I'd get it if it wasn't me in general. Far younger and my experience at life isn't really enough to offer much in that little arena of things." If anything he imagined she'd have far more knowledge in general, even it'd been experience. "Well, was there anything you wanted to ask me?"
Greyheme Wizarding College - 2013 to 2017
Tallygarunga - 2018-2019, Sixth-Seventh Year, Spencer
- Holds Sorceraic Blood
- Had been kicked out of his last private school due to a series of explosive accidents from uncontrolled magic. The 'official story' that his father told Tallygrunga is that they moved simply for work opportunity that had been offered.
- Due to previous situations, Alexander has a keen sixth sense
- Had a screenname of 'BlueEyed' when he performed and uploaded his music or collaboration pieces. Only those that watch/tune in or have worked with him in music would probably know his full name.
- His true name is actually his Father's.
- The name of Alexander came from none of his Parents
- Is a Guitarist and Vocalist that sometimes records cover songs, Has recently started to branch out into several originals.
- Recently has had a noticeable eye color change, a form of bright Violet.
- Started at Tallygrunga in '18 as a Sixth Year due to starting education late for health reasons.
- Is a Spencer
- Ended up Married out of the country to Cassandra Sullivan.
- That he will eventually become a father to twin's.
Alexander is an extremely friendly young man and enjoys the better side of life. He has already dealt with what it felt like and even now how it feels like to have your body trying to kill you day in and day out. This influences his outlook on life on always living it up with a smile and what better way than to offer his music as a way to reach other people like someone had reached out to himself?
Fun, that is what he seeks and not in some broad form. He wants a scene of parties and people laughing, a good time being given without an intense environment or overly stick up the rear-end attitudes spoiling the moment. To insure that he's always in such an environment music is always an option or sometimes in his opinion and view the very key to making sure people are giving into the atmosphere of enjoyment.
Weak bodied and strong willed - Alexander refuses to let anything hold him down anymore but that is only partially true. There is one thing that always weighs on his mind and it is the truth of his Mother, the lack that there is ANY truth of her. It's the flaw in his mind and personality and much of his need for music and perhaps even just the desire to reach out to people is the desire to have some form of comfort and stability. A form of understanding.
One could say his personality and life motto is: You never know when you'll die, so stay strong push forward and get into the moment. Make memories.
While he still holds much of his friendly and fun nature the core of his person is shaken by the death of his Adoptive Father, Darryl, and the absence of whom he considered to be a surrogate Mother, Bethianna. Often, he finds the correlation of their loss had been his very existence and while he doesn't regret life or what sacrifices have been made to ensure that he could keep it the weight of it still feels quite crushing to him.
Weak in body no longer after the excruciating painful gauntlet that had been his Acceptance he finds that his will to live and experience love has improved. In equal measures this strength also stems from the support of the Family he never knew existed and the support of his wife, Cassandra who bares their children. What he does, struggle with, however, is the dimmed connection he holds with the rest of his family not being marked as 'One of Violet' amongst his Mother's people.
While he no longer is severely optimistic and has seen that image shattered he does hold the belief that people aren't always what they seem to be. Choosing to withhold judgement until he could see the full character of the individual unless extreme circumstances give way towards reason. In this, he no longer holds a grudge against his Mother, Lillian or the choices she'd made concerning his birth. What helps to keep his more positive nature is the presence of his blood father, Rheldor, who reminds him with every interaction that life - no matter the years you hold- are precious and should be explored. There will always be more than understood and taking in each moment is important for the soul as much as it is for the mind. It is with these traits that he secretly hopes to connect better with both Lauren and Améa, his Nieces that seem the hardest to understand.
Since becoming aware of the dangers that not only his Sister had been in but also his entire family, a sense of protection has developed within. While he has a long way to go still in understanding how Sorceraic magic works and the various limits he holds considering his still fractured circumstances, chances are he will not hold up well or too long in a fight without risk.
Standing at Six Feet and One inch with jet black hair that sets just around his neck in long well kept strands. His hair silk on form and always maintained for maximum bounciness. There are no blemishes on his face yet his eyes are a violet that are hard to not notice. He's physically fit enough to handle exercises and sports yet there is an underlying issue that makes it difficult to keep up and even makes him look ill at different times.
When not wearing the official House/School robes he often sports blue jeans, casual black sneakers and a variety of different shirts that range from color and length. Sometimes even with a jean jacket or vest depending on the weather and climate.
After giving Sapphire away to his nephew, Caleb, the guitar that now hangs from his shoulder is that of a vibrant emerald green. At the tail of it hangs a tightly bound crimson braid of some form of fabric that is enchanted from dirt, kept clean with the touch of magic. The strap that is attached to it is a thin yet comfortable sort, it is made conservatively to respect the namesake of the Guitar which he affectionally calls: 'Thia'.
“Music is the only way I can channel the physical and emotional pain that comes about sometimes.”
To understand young Alexander’s life is to understand that it started out as a very dangerous form of Soap Opera the moment he emerged from his Mother. Left at his Father’s door step wrapped up and bundled tightly as it was the first sign that he was unwanted and saddled on a man who had no idea he was a father than entire time until the final moments. The only thing that made this even more of a difficult time was being unprepared for an infant that would be much sicklier than a typical child even those with their own issues. Shallow breathing, occasional drips of blood from the mouth and what seemed to be a struggle to keep life inside a small frail body on Alexander’s end. It had been the Sorceraic blood in combative nature with his Wizarding nature always at play and rough on him but without the actual heritage of his mother doctors and specialists were at a heavy disadvantage at identifying the actual situation.
Time moved on and Alexander grew and while he managed to pass the more dangerous stages it left him burdened with a low immune system from the constant attacks on his body. It caused for him to be held back from education until supplements could be used to help bolster his health with assistance from those in the wizarding world’s Health ministry. In his time trying to get himself to at least manage through sheer willpower alone he discovered music as he caught a special program on the radio before of a phenomenal songstress who played the guitar and it mesmerized him. Perhaps it is better to say that it revitalized him in a way that medicine itself couldn’t touch. It gave life to his spirit and his desire to keep pushing on instead of just giving into the building despair of his situation. Gregory, his father, found it was a good sign and paid for a tutor to help teach Alexander how to play the guitar as well as one to help define and practice his vocals. There were blunders, of course, calloused fingers and extremely sore hands and vocal chords and yet it never slowed him down from trying to learn and further this skill into a talent.
Music became an integrated part of his life – it was how he coped when the pain became too much for him. Get his mind off it? Sing, play guitar, get his body moving to fight against it. There were, however, somethings that the power of music could never satisfy and that was his extremely chaotic magic. More than one guitar has suddenly combusted into flames while one of the painful episodes struck at him which was the first sign to Gregory that Alex needed to be sent off towards a private school, secrecy was better, and he wanted to avoid as much attention as possible.
It didn’t get better as he intended school, in fact, it became more severe and more dangerous. One moment the class would be learning about potions and the next? A sudden fire ignited a Professor’s desk like a neat little fire pit. It didn’t take long to link the random outbursts to him and even worse he got the ‘friendly moniker’ “McBurn”. That wasn’t the end of it either, Sir Burnsalot, Sparky, one could get a good idea of the ridicule he had to deal with not only due to his own ignorance on why his magical capabilities were so rapid but the proper way to deal with it. It did draw to make him slightly bitter at his circumstances but eventually he grew over it. So, what if they didn’t understand his pain and position? So, what if he was given nicknames for the sake of being bullied? A new understanding and desire for life and experiencing all that it can give built up within as time grew with the torment.
He managed to keep his head above water and do decent enough in the private school until much recent in his life. The pain and accidents started to increase beyond his ability to maintain them and when practicing magic with a wand? It grew worse than just the sudden mishaps to the point that a teacher’s entire attire caught a blaze like a Christmas tree that had its plug sparked. Well, that nearly ended worse until his father stepped in and offered a ‘nice enough stipend’ as compensation with the neat little fact that Alexander needed to get the hell out of the School.
At least he didn’t need to deal with all the fire puns that were tossed his way anymore but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen again and the choices of school were limited. He couldn’t risk another private sector focused school and Hogwarts was just too far without enough pull to make sure Alexander could keep out of danger. This was when he remembered, Tallygarunga, it was a school that his son could be sent to and it was certainly a school with a short history, but it meant that he was closer. How would the pyromancer manage?
Alex has signed on as a Sixth year entering the school in the 2018 year and has yet to settle in and meet any of the staff. Even his condition is aptly ‘hidden’ from the school so that he wouldn’t risk rejection only giving the excuse that he was finished with Private school. In truth, Alex is hoping that the school has someone that can offer some answers. Being isolated without friends due to the circumstances has him yearning to seek the truth of what is wrong with him.
Across the years he has done a few collaboration music recordings that have been posted on the internet on an international video media site. Though his actual name isn't given only under the screen name 'BlueEyed' is he known on the wide net.
Recent Life Events. . .
The year of 2018 had proven to be a chaotic year, after enrolling in Tallygarunga, Alexander had immediately engaged himself into the student body festivities. It'd been after a scare of a meeting with Cassandra Sullivan and constant interactions that drummed up the idea of a start of the year festive party hosted by them. A scene that hadn't done justice towards his growing friendship with Geraldine Richter which ended up with a triangle of emotions that permeated things. During the process of trying to gather up his emotions and dealing with the new form of attention that followed romantic entanglements, he encountered Adele DeVylissea which led to the revelation that she'd been his older sister. The kind of revelation that occurred after her very verbal threat of him unveiling whom his parentage had been.
In the dramatic moment of meeting his sister is when the arrival of their mother occurred giving that revelation further weight behind her words and even dismissive attitude towards Alexander and the plight of his life waning. Over time he'd learned more of his heritage, not much but enough to understand that it'd been the two bloods within him that had caused the various issues with not only his magic but the continuous health plummeting. Over the course of the year he became more familiar with the family he had never known existed, for the most part accepted by them even if most had been highly wary. The unique bond he held with his nephew, Caleb, established the fastest next to the doting sister that had entered his life. It'd even been an ironic shock to find out that the idol that had led to his love of music happened to also be a niece - luckily he never held any untoward ideas as much do about celebrities.
After the death of Darryl Winfield, it'd been broken to him by his Mother, Lillian, that the man had only been his adoptive father. The response she'd given had shown she'd thought it'd been helpful to know that particular fact while his Father still laid warm on the hospital bed. An act that soured the view he held of the woman that'd given him life even further than it had already been. Not far after he'd encountered the woman Bethianna DeVylissea, the step-mother of Adele whom had attempted to get rid of his sister in her own childhood. Only to hold the ironic twist that for the last few years not only had she'd been the reason Alexander had been able to survive and recover from the sudden deadly turns with his health, but also that she'd been the reason he'd been protected from being terminated by his Mother and given the name 'Alexander' by Bethianna. It drew him instantly close to her in a way that marked her almost like a mother to him though aware that it wouldn't be entirely 'proper' ended up dubbing her as his 'Aunt'.
The guidance she'd offered more actively made obvious impacts on him, not only to the information that had been gained that allowed him to understand where he came from on his true Father's side but also a bit more on how those of his Mother's people interacted with others. While it had been an easy tell to know it was uncommon for those of the Sorceraic pureblood line to show emotions or connect with others, he'd always assumed and felt as if she'd cared for him more than she'd ever intended. In a way to honor the efforts she had made towards his own health and the deeper understanding of her past, he promised himself and her that he'd follow the steps of being a Healer and a Doctor. That there would be effort towards finding out the cause that made almost all males of their kind face the cold darkness of death in the most excruciating pain.
All the while, Alexander had finally faced his emotions and had made sure to set it straight with both women separately. That there had been a stronger pull towards Cassandra for him, which practically exploded into a heat a romance between the two. The first person to console him during the loss of his Father, which led to the first time that they'd openly admitted to one another the full intent of their feelings. They'd went to Las Vegas as a celebration of Alex's birthday and the first night there he had propose to her under the condition they would marry if he could survive his 'Illness' also known as his Acceptance ritual. It led to a night of drunkenness and eventually led to them getting hitched then and there, a action that hadn't set well with any of their relatives. For many reasons other than just not being able to be there on Alexander's Mother's side, it'd placed Adele in danger that he hadn't been aware even existed.
(To be continued)