Characters/Alex Forcythe

## About

"So, can I ask, why exactly this little piece of paper decides what I do?" Alex said with distaste, clinging to a wrinkled letter with a fist and waving it around. The politician in front of him lit a cigarette, as Alex just stared with an expression of pure aversion.

"It's simple, you've run out of credit, and now you're simply going through what the U.S legal system is entitling you to. It's all procedure, but it's a shame that human emotion ruins it."

"I was born a fucking legal U.S citizen. The legal system is entitled to *me*. Not the other way around. And stop the 'human emotion' spiel bullshit. This shitty little document wouldn't have shown up if it wasn't for your inclusion in my 'indiscretion' as you'd like to call it." Alex took a breather, rubbing a hand across his forehead. "You know I can just sue, right? I've done zilch wrong."

"You don't sue the government. You sue the lower authority and hopefully attempt to move up a tiny decimal of a percent through the corporate ladder, which you *will not* be able to even attempt, just as over millions of others have." The politician threw his cigarette out the window. "Face it, you're done. Accept that you're going to be spending a long time over in fucking buck tooth land and leave it be."

Alex flipped the politician's desk over, toppling the contents resting on the hard-wood cabinet.

"Fuck you, Cross."

## About

Alex is what you would usually call fortunate. He was born in a lower-class family that lived in poverty through out their lives, with the occasional financial break that barely kept them inside a small shack and home. Alex was the rising star of the family who eventually made it big when he got his Doctorates in Business Studies, along with his international license for commercial trading. He specialized in importing and receiving goods from many corners of the world and made his living off off-shore contracts that gave him leeway to travel to other countries.

This attracted constant legal attention, however, and at one point he had to keep his cross-country dealings secret as to avoid the almost inflated taxes due to his job. At one point he felt that he had to take illegal measures in order to force the governmental chain off of his legs and be able to live peacefully. He loopholed audits, reversed lawsuits, and nulled almost every tax thrown at him that, within good reason, was unnecessary or simply idiotic in his opinion.

One politician, by the name of Jerry Cross, had gone through the trouble of rewriting and modifying his record, changing his visa to make it artificially invalid. This led to deportation measures, and before Alex could use anything in his legal power, the U.S Government had shut down his bank account, terminated his social security number, and essentially erased his existence from any official records in the U.S.

He arrived in Panau one short week after, however the Coast Guard boat that he was held on at the time had been hijacked by a band of Ular Boys and other Ular tribe members as punishment for "trampling their sacred land." He offered anything he could in exchange for his own life, but eventually he was abandoned in the Panauan wilderness. Of course, having absolutely nothing on your person in a hostile jungle teeming with life that can kill you in seconds, Alex resigned himself to his fate. Explosions, however, rung out, and he followed them to their source.

The Ular tribe that originally found him had been attacked by a squadron of Reapers, and as the last of the Ulars was finished off, Alex saw the raising of the Reaper flag that he now follows to this very day. The Reapers took him in, fed him, and informed him of their noble and loyal cause. Feeling much sympathy and much compassion, he decided to become an armed rebel and help liberate the oppressive government as he was once wronged by his own.

He now wears the decorated Avenger uniform signifying his rise in position since he started off as a Recruit and dons the beret of leadership and the power to free all peoples from their once isolated shells that they were forced to crawl into by the Government.