User:JASPER42/Alex the Inexorable

''Biography: Alexander was born in a Vault created by Vault-Tec. Noah's Vault, as it was named by Vault-Tec, was a single Vault created by Vault-Tec due to the impending fear of an apocalypse occurring in 2000. The Vault experiment for this Vault was not a serious one, but one more on the verge of danger: This Vault was not built into the ice, but it was made to flow with the ice, eventually causing it to break off into the sea. The date of this event would be on July 4, 2224, at 6:00 A.M.

After young Alexander was born to Cassandra Solto and Thomas Solto at 3:46 P.M. Cassandra was diagnosed with stage III cancer and did not have much time to live... ''

Life through the Eyes of Alex: Age 11, November 16, 2224: Alexander gingerly opened his eyes. The bright overhead fixture pierced into his eyes. He groaned, and pulled his self out of bed. He stumbled over to his dresser, and glanced at a picture of his girlfriend affectionately. He pulled open a drawer, which made a horrid squeaking noise, and removed the standard Vault jumpsuit other dwellers wore. He pulled on the leggings of the suit, and donned his jacket. He was told by his parents to wear that suit with pride, as it represented America's last citizens. After lacing his boots, he opened his metal door and greeted his dad. His dad was 37 years old, but aesthetically, he looked more as if he were 25. "Better hurry and get to school, it's 7:15!" He exclaimed. Alex quickly opened the door and rushed down the main corridor, and an alarm suddenly started blaring. The mechanic, Andrew Brinns, rushed from one of the maintenance rooms and yelled. "The Vault! It's falling!" He yelled. Suddenly, the room started fading away and Alex sat up in his makeshift bed. He was sweating a lot, and he felt the need to kill someone. He put on his blood-crusted hardened radiation suit and his gas mask. He picked up his shreddies, a throwing weapon that penetrates an enemy and rips their insides out. Also, Alex picked up his M60 and his P90s. As he emerged from his trailer, he noticed an old man who was limping along the road in front of him. As Alex walked towards the man, the old man turned towards him and his eyes widened. "Oh no... oh no, oh no... not Alex the Inexorable!" He yelled. The old man started running, and Alex threw a shreddie at his back. It pierced, and the man fell to the ground, shaking inhumanly. Alex shot the man in both hands and in the gut with his M60, and watched as the man died. He had become this way ever since that fateful day in The Vault. The day he lost her for ever. He walked up to the bloody heap, he rolled the man over and ripped his blade out, slicing many arteries as he did so, then rolling back over he set to work on the mans front. Pulling out a combat knife Alex cut through,to the man;s insides, spilling even more blood in to the ever growing pool. Reaching inside Alex felt the man's warmth, and pulled out his intetine. Alex removed his gas mask, raised his bllod stained hands to his face and breathed deep, taking in the scent. He felt calm now, but hungery, dragging the bloody corpse to his caravan, lifting a wooden board he exposed the hidden pit below. The puget aroma of rotting flesh filled the air. Alex breathed deep, anyone else would be repulsed, but Alex loved it. Tossing the body in with the many others Alex replaced the board and pulled his mask back on, reloading his P90's he headed off. It was time to hunt. Alex set off, to the east. It was cold, it made Alex laugh, cold, in the desert. Ha. He smiled to himself, slowly shaking his head. Alex soon arrived at a ridge overlooking a frozen lake, from up here he could see everything, from giant The Red Tower Prison to the tiny mountain village of Naplin. He could see the point where the snow and desert met, the large cave known as The Satan Pit Alex pulled out this makesift binoculars (two sniper scopes stuck together with some think tape.) Lifting them to his eyes Alex surveyed the area, below him, walking along the frozen lake was a Vulpes (a huge, mutated artic fox). That was his target, the meat was horrible and tough, but at least it was filling. He watched it for a while, plotting his attack, waiting to strike. Unknown to Alex, he wasn't the only one ready to strike, not far away an small squad sat, hidden from sight, in a small, old military truck. There were three of them. Two were dressed in standard comabat armor, painted to match the desert's colour. The other, in full body Juggernaut armour. A voice came over the radio "Target sighted. Should we move in?, one of the combat armoured soldiers look at the Jug. "Sir?" he asked. The Jug nodded. "Proceed" he said in to the radio. Three camouflaged soldiers creeped along the ridge. Towards thier target. Towards Alex. Alex was just about ready to attack when he heard a noise behind him, silently he slipped a frag mine out of his pocket, placing it on the ground in front of him. He then, with a P90 in each hand, jumped in to the air kicking the land mine off the cliff as he did so. Alex oprn fired on the three soldiers, who had now stood up, a hail of bullets smashing in to thier chests they were thrown backwards. As he span Alex also fell backwards, off the ridge. He fell for a while, then slammed hard in to the ice, breaking through it instantly. Alex sunk deeper and deeper, the freezing cold currents pulling him down to the murkey deaphs below. Alex quickly flipped over, and swam up, he had no chance of getting back through the hole, as it was already re-sealing, but that wasn't his plan. Alex was good with plans. A few seconds before he reached the ice the mine exploaded, blasting a new hole above him, Alex reached through and pulled him self out, gasping for air adn dripping wet. Luckly his rad suit had great insulation. "Damn idiots, lost me my supper" he muttered as he shook him self as dry as he could as set off in to the desert. WORK IN PROGRESS!