The fallen Elf

Character name: Alexander Isaac Vladicus XIII
Gender: Male
Age he looks: Late twenties, hard to tell because of his strange body.
Actual age: 194
Race: Drow {A drow is an elf that has fallen into darkness.}
Appearance: [IMG]http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr180/flamingcatdemon/DSC00230.jpg[/IMG]
Without clothes on: [IMG]http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr180/flamingcatdemon/DSC00233.jpg[/IMG]
Personality: Despite his rather frightening appearance, Alexander is the perfect gentleman.
Abilities:
Expert at -Lesser magiks such as telekinesis, transportation, etc. (Magic that helps with everyday life)
Adept at -Intermediate magic such as elemental control/transmutation.
Skilled with -Darkest magiks such as necromancy and curses.
History: Alexander was born an Elf. His manners come from his upbringing, as Elves are creatures of the light and act almost like nobility. When Alexander was fairly young, around 50 or so, he met and married his true love, Luna, but the fates had a different plan for him. While he was on an errand in another city, his home village was destroyed. The humans had been testing some sort of new weapon they had created. When Alexander returned to his home he found only ruins. The glamour hiding his town was only barely hiding the corpses of his friends and brethren. Alexander's heart was crushed, and he hollow space that was left he willingly filled with powerful darkness. The darkness warped him, making him lanky and thin, his porcelain skin became pale with the bluish tint of the darkness within him. Before he had left he had been sad to leave Luna alone. She had simply walked up to him and pulled the sides of his face up saying 'See? That's much better. Promise me you'll always smile for me, Even when I'm not there to make you.' Alexander had been unable to force himself to smile in the wake of her death, so to honor his promise he sliced open the sides of his face and stitched them back together so it would always seem like he was smiling. After Alexander had destroyed every trace of the organization that had decimated his home, he found that he could not turn off his dark powers, and if he did not use them regularly, they would lash out in strange ways, sometimes injuring innocents. To stop this from continuing Alexander was forced to sew his eyes, the source of his power, closed.
Pet: Shadow Newt named Lazarus
[IMG]http://i481.photobucket.com/albums/rr180/flamingcatdemon/DSC00232.jpg[/IMG]
Lazarus is a demon that was created from a newt's soul. The newt's home had been destroyed by humans and the hatred in his soul had warped him into something dark. Alexander happened upon him during his travels and sympathised with the poor creature. Alexander has taught Lazarus how to trust again, though he is still wary around new people.
Room number: 130