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Alexer, a small Atrociratpor Marshalli that comes from a large lineage of fishermen despite being a Dromaeosauridae his family relied on living near large bodies of water and make many tools to assist them in hunt and eating fish. Alexer was born from a litter of 4 but in there tribe sons were rare and Alexer happened to be a boy and in their culture every son born from the tribe leader will inherit the throne when the king passes. Alexer was being trained by the elders to one day be ruler but his siblings were fueled by greed and envy and plotted to get Alexer out of the picture by staging a "accident" when day the elders sent Alexer and half of his siblings to float down the great river and get fish for the but during the mission his siblings pinged him to the ground and striped him of his tools and tossed him in the bay Alexer tossed and turning trying to reach the surface only to black out and washed put on the beach of an unknow land after he arose Alexer was very lightheaded only to black out once more. many hours the (don't have a name for the group yet) found him and feed him back to health and from that day forward Alexer joined them and used his fishing skills to gatherer fish and other marine animals for food and welds a spiked fishing rod made from copper, wood, silver and leather. {{Infobox Character}} |
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== Backstory == |
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Alexer was a small Atrociraptor marshalli, born into a proud lineage of fishermen. Though a dromaeosaurid, his family thrived by the water, crafting tools to hunt, catch, and prepare fish. From a litter of four, Alexer was the only son—a rarity in his tribe. By tradition, every son of the chief was destined to inherit the throne, and so Alexer was raised under the watchful guidance of the elders, trained to one day rule. |
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But his siblings, consumed by envy and greed, could not bear the thought of him becoming king. They conspired in secret, their plan cloaked as an accident. |
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One day, when the elders sent Alexer and his siblings to fish along the Great River, the trap was sprung. His brothers and sisters pinned him down, stripped him of his tools, and hurled him into the rushing bay. He thrashed and fought, but the current dragged him under until darkness claimed him. |
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When he awoke, he lay upon the sands of an unknown shore, weak and disoriented. His strength failed him again, and he collapsed. Hours passed before he was discovered by a wandering group—(name still undecided)—who carried him back and nursed him to health. |
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From that day forward, Alexer became one of them. He lent his skills as a fisherman to provide for his new kin, mastering the seas as he once had the rivers. In time, he forged a weapon to honor his past: a spiked fishing rod of copper, wood, silver, and leather, both a hunter’s tool and a warrior’s arm. |
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Alexer
Backstory
Alexer was a small Atrociraptor marshalli, born into a proud lineage of fishermen. Though a dromaeosaurid, his family thrived by the water, crafting tools to hunt, catch, and prepare fish. From a litter of four, Alexer was the only son—a rarity in his tribe. By tradition, every son of the chief was destined to inherit the throne, and so Alexer was raised under the watchful guidance of the elders, trained to one day rule.
But his siblings, consumed by envy and greed, could not bear the thought of him becoming king. They conspired in secret, their plan cloaked as an accident.
One day, when the elders sent Alexer and his siblings to fish along the Great River, the trap was sprung. His brothers and sisters pinned him down, stripped him of his tools, and hurled him into the rushing bay. He thrashed and fought, but the current dragged him under until darkness claimed him.
When he awoke, he lay upon the sands of an unknown shore, weak and disoriented. His strength failed him again, and he collapsed. Hours passed before he was discovered by a wandering group—(name still undecided)—who carried him back and nursed him to health.
From that day forward, Alexer became one of them. He lent his skills as a fisherman to provide for his new kin, mastering the seas as he once had the rivers. In time, he forged a weapon to honor his past: a spiked fishing rod of copper, wood, silver, and leather, both a hunter’s tool and a warrior’s arm.