Aleksander Khrushchev

Aleksander Khrushchev (more commonly know by his nickname, Aleks the Red) was a Mars-born neo-communist revolutionary who attempted to recreate the 
long-dead Koslovic movement. Believed to be a direct descendant of Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev, former first secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union from 1953 to 1964, Aleksander's family adopted a much more "soviet" lifestyle and embrace their heritage that all Khrushchev had left behind. As it turns out, Aleksander's family were not actually descendants of Khrushchev, rather having relations to a wealthy Russian family who gained popularity in the early 2300s. This meant that all of Aleks' life had been based on a single lie. All of his propaganda, all of his statements that he was "finishing his ancestor's work" were lies. He couldn't have just led an entire revolution based on a single lie that had little to no evidence, right? Aleksander couldn't believe it himself, and so he continued his efforts and lied his way through four more years until he was assassinated by a disgruntled former apprentice in 2454. All information about Aleksander's heritage was leaked afterwards and his followers diminished quickly.
When questioned about why he had killed Khrushchev, the apprentice simply stated, "He based everything off of senseless lies. I guess that I couldn't let those twenty years be for nothing." And so ended the story of Aleksander Khrushchev, an ambitious man who had sought to bring communism back to life and feed it to Mars. His remains were buried at a quiet and isolated area, most likely to counter the possibility of grave robbing.
== Biography ==
=== Starting at the Bottom ===
Imagine this, your family has believed for generations that they were the true descendants of Nikita Khrushchev, one of the most powerful Soviet leaders. Your family is so devoted that they adopt lifestyles similar to the era. This was the sad reality of Aleksander Khrushchev. On a warm summer day in 2411 Aleksander was born to Igor and Masha Khrushchev on Mars. He was unknowing of his family's lunacy for the entirety of his early life, instead being put in charge of looking after the chickens and pigs on his parents' farm. He would recall hearing of how his parents would talk about a "Nikita Khrushchev", especially his father, who would often spend entire evenings lecturing the little boy about Nikita's rule over the mystical land of "The Soviet Union". He would enjoy these stories, sitting by his father's side and sipping some tea while listening to his long, amazing tales of how he ruled over his kingdom. 
His mother was different. She was much more of a normal parent, never telling her child about blatant propaganda and pushing it as stories. She was much more of a parent to Aleksander, looking after him while his father went out drinking with his friends. This didn't last forever, however, as Masha died at the young age of 34 after falling off of the family home's stairs and falling headfirst into the concrete driveway. Aleksander witnessed all of this and rushed to call an ambulance, but it was too late, Masha died as soon as she had faceplanted into the driveway. She was dead and there was nothing Aleks could do about it. An open-casket funeral was held for Masha, family members from all over Mars attending the event. Aleksander had experienced death at the age of seven. He knew that his parents were no longer invincible, that his father would pass away too someday. The two, now without a wife and a mother respectively, walked home after the funeral ended. They were broken, especially Igor. He used to be an average drinker, often drinking maybe a quarter of a bottle of vodka a day, but when Masha died he began to down entire bottles. Empty beer cans, vodka bottles, and flasks lined the floors of the home for half a decade. As you could guess, this messed with Igor mentally. Gone was the man who would cherish his only son, replaced by a violent alcoholic who only saw joy in his bottles. In a few months of beginning his new habit, electricity was shut off due to Igor's inability to pay his bills. Water came next, and then gasoline. They experienced the harshness of Mars' Winters all because of Igor's failure to do anything but drink.
Aleksander, like many others, got sick really quickly. So sick, in fact, that he described that it felt like he was dying. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't eat, he couldn't drink. It took him losing fifteen pounds in a week for Igor to take him to the hospital. As it turns out, he had the Martian Flu, a strain of influenza caused by exposure to Mars' Winters. Igor, realizing that he could lose his only son, dropped his drinking habit. For once in his life he showed that he cared for Aleksander, praying to Nikita Khrushchev himself not to let his son die. He did eventually regain strength and was once again fully healthy in a few months. Unfortunately, this good news didn't go on forever. Igor contracted cirrhosis of the liver and was given a few days to live. It had been so bad that the doctors weren't even sure that their statement had been true. Aleksander sat by his father's side as he died, promising to keep the family tradition of embracing their heritage. Another open casket funeral was held, this time for Igor. Much more people were in attendance, including those who had known Igor since he was a little bit older than Aleksander. For the first and only time in his life, he was alone. None of Igor's friends cared to take him in, forcing him to live on the streets, cold and hungry.
=== The Nomad ===
Aleksander wandered the streets of many towns and cities throughout his time as a "street kid". He had seen the bright and vibrant cities of Duga Proper and Minas and the dull and depressing Botanicheskiy. Nobody batted an eye at him, often desperately trying to avoid him. He was alone and was probably going to die during his ventures across the "Russian Side" of Mars. He was ready, hell, he embraced death. It would be better than living without anybody who gives a damn about your safety. He finally gave up when he reached Botanicheskiy for the second time after hearing false promises of soup kitchens and foster families willing to adopt. It was all lies, all damn lies spread by people who wanted to instill false hope in a suffering boy. He sat in an alleyway and waited. For what? He didn't know. Either somebody would save him or he would die, alone, in an alleyway in the "shitty" part of Botanicheskiy. Days passed and he sat and wept. He could hear people rustling the gates, trying to open them, but they had been locked for years. Aleks was only able to access it by scaling the gate. And so he wept and wept, only accompanied by a small racoon who he named Masha, in honor of his mother. Ironically, it was a male racoon, but I guess this may show you how much he disliked Igor. The two would sit and watch the stars pass by.
Eventually, he was rescued by Botanicheskiy's fire department after a few days. He was skinny and needed water, along with the racoon. He was placed in foster care and was adopted by the Donovan family, a family local to Botanicheskiy. Was he happy? No. He wasn't. He was relieved, knowing that it wasn't his time to die yet.