#alexander rowan

[slemhosta]

They all saw him in different ways.

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idk he's kinda cute.

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Were you living under a rock, or did you hear about the local heroes who lived in London in 1865? This is Sir Alexander Rowan. A man in his best years.

Let me tell you a bit about Rosch first.

After the loss of his wife Ingeborg, Rosch spent his time with his classmates and colleagues. As time passed you could have mistaken Rosch for a son coming over to visit his old dad. And in time, a grandson.

He cried at their funerals. He always did. And when the last one of his friends passed away, he was truly alone.

Rosch went home that afternoon to a home that felt more empty than ever. A home no friend would ever set foot in again. A home haunted by Ingeborg’s absence.

She was in everything. From the paintings they had picked out together to the countless curtains, covers and clothes she had sewn.

The fierce, burning sorrow overtook him. Rosch had only died twice at this point. Once naturally, from old age. And the second time when he hung himself after Ingeborg’s funeral.

This would be his third, and he needed it to hurt. He needed it to work. This death would be different. It would be permanent.

Rosch emptied the oil from a lamp in his study and poured it over his chest. He had to be quick about it, before the fear could overpower the grief.

It was as if his arms worked on their own. The small flame slowly ate at the wick of paper he held between his fingers. His whole body shook.

Rosch never did put the flame to his body. He didn't dare.

A small lick reached him and he was immediately engulfed.

The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt. That which was dry, burned. That which was soft, melted. And lastly, the hard and tough was scorched and turned to ash.

In his panic he spread the flames to the rest of his home and all that was within it, burned to the ground.

When he awoke this time, he had reformed in the ashes of his home. The place was deserted. The fire brigade had come and gone what seemed like days ago.

Rosch couldn't explain it. He was certain he must have burned up. How was he here? How could he ever be free from this? This pain was inescapable, this existence suffocating. Everything pushed down on him from all angles at the same time. He broke down sobbing uncontrollably.

He knew he had to try again. But the thought of his three previous deaths made him tremble. The trauma had seeped deep inside him and solidified in his bones.

That's when Rosch felt a large coat being placed over his bare shoulders. A tall gentleman stood beside him in the ash and rubble.

The man introduced himself as Sir Alexander Rowan, but the rest felt muffled. Rosch couldn't focus. He let himself be led by Alexander. So desperate for just anyone to care for him. To show him kindness.

Alexander took him in and had Rosch stay with him in his manor. He was entirely captivated by Rosch's mutation. How amazing it was. How there is most definitely a purpose to his immortality. He could help people, use his powers for good. Be a hero.

Rosch was in desperate need for something to believe in. For a future that involved any sense of purpose. And so he was eagerly swept along when Alexander spoke. He had a way of making even the smallest things seem grand and important.

The two became attached at the hip.

Alexander ran a company that produced shipping crates for the shipping yard at the harbor. It was lucrative work but had left him rather bored. He had often thought of getting on one of the ships to sail away and have an adventure.

But now he didn't need to. His adventure was right here.

At this point Rosch didn't know much about his mutation. Broad strokes, yes. But much had to be discovered through experience. Alexander was no scientist, but he still had a very inquisitive mind. They tried everything he thought would make good traits for a hero. Rosch's flight, the agility of the arms and tracking with the antennae.

Alexander was just what Rosch needed at just the right time. And for a brief period, he was everything to him.

Rosch developed a fondness for his companion, and felt a way about Alexander that he had never felt for a man before. But he did not linger on these feelings or stop to reflect on them. He was much too caught up in the joy of it.

Alexander was a well liked character with good connections and he showed Rosch how to live again. The clothes he had lost in the fire could be remade. Yes, the textiles she had once touched were gone. But the designs would live on forever.

They managed to drum up some small local notoriety. And then one day, there was commotion from the next street. They both ran over to find that three ruffians were leaving the scene of the crime. Being the two heroes that they are, Alexander and Rosch gave chase!

Give this video a watch before you continue reading:

Rosch woke up more lost than ever. He knew he had to start moving. Nothing good would come from staying by the tracks, out in the middle of nowhere. He didn't dare to press on into the unknown. Yet he was even more terrified of going back. Back to where he had once had a life. Back to the people who were dead, and the ones that didn't want him anymore.

Rosch chose the unknown. And for the first time in his life, he set out into the world all on his own.

This marks the end of what I like to call Rosch's "first life". But he still has a ways to go before he would become the man he is today. At least now he knows; he is no hero. He cannot help anyone. And most importantly. Men like that will hurt you. And you will feel like a fool for the way he made you feel. And even more like a fool because somehow, despite what he did. You still feel the same way.

[slemhosta]

doodle dump!

man from Bible (the musical), me after the release of Partner in Crime explaining to Alexander that, sadly, barely anyone saw him as a Victorian hunk or perfect man (this was a huge surprise to me), alien stuff and a design for a shirt print I made!

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Photographs of Alexander and his family from the animation.

Things could have been so different.

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I am the last bastion standing between my beautiful Victorian HUNK and all the Alexander Slander out there.... I will soldier on.. DIE on this hill..

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"Um I actually prefer Partner in Crime ✨classic✨"

The post-its are from the original storyboard. There's also some progress from the 3D scene in there. And digital drawings for the extended bits.

This is a threat to go make your storyboard for one of the animatics in your head. Keep it loose. Don't worry about making every picture look perfect (he is perfect to me⬇️). Make finishing the storyboard your goal.

and here is the plug for the finished video.......

And the first Alexander pic I drew. CHAD. The absolute UNIT. It doesn't GET any more MASC than THIS!

[jadelion]

Some of my OCs playing D&D:

Ollie

DMs most of the time. Runs many different kinds of campaigns

When he isn't DMing he tends to play either Artificer (for the technology theming), Wizard (for the large number of spells) or Cleric (to be a good supporter)

The races he mostly plays are Gnomes, Dwarves and Warforged

Jade

Mostly plays Druids and Paladins (specifically Oath of the Ancients)

The races she plays are Firbolgs, Goliaths, Warforged, any Genasi and any Monstrous Race

Alex

DMs sometimes. His campaigns tend to be quite RP heavy

Mostly plays Bards, Sorcerers and Wizards

The races he mostly plays are Elves and Aasimar

Ash

DMs sometimes. Exclusively runs either super difficult combat-only campaigns or the most incredible horror campaigns ever

Plays any class and race, but always makes the most optimised builds

She doesn't lack on RP though (lets just say she has experience being perfectly optimised for battle and also having depth as a person)

Dusk

Almost exclusively plays Rogues

Plays most races, but has a preference for Air Genasi

Constantly trying to name their character The Phantom, but always gets turned down. "You can't just play yourself"

General

One time Jade played a Warforged who was created by Ollie's Artificer (unknowingly referencing another universe)

Most of the time when Dusk isn't playing a Rogue it's because they got killed in one of Ash's combat-only campaigns and she doesn't allow them to play the same class twice in a row

Ollie is the one who introduced them all to D&D. Alex was initially not excited about it and thought it was "nerd stuff", but quickly got incredibly invested