Currently working on; Diablo 2 novelization/fanfiction: Wolfheart.

Completed Works: A Monster's Birth Scream, Warcraft. A Good Man's Goodbye, Starcraft. Withered Rose Rising Witch, RWBY

Name: Alexander

I'm a guy who's just never been quite comfortable on this world. My head always being way up in the clouds, deep inside a book or consumed by a game might of had something to do with that. Anyway, after reading enough books and a ton of games, my imagination started to come up with things of its own, using a blender on what it gathered and mixing and matching. I just never found much of reason to try, or complete what I started.

Its funny how is I was on youtube looking at music when I stumbled across a comment about a fan-fiction story. Intrigued, I looked for the story and found it here. Then I made this account to keep on top of the story and decided, what the hell, might as well try my hand at it. And here I am.

OCs:

RWBY:

The Weeping Gorgon, Persephone; Not so much a Grimm Pyrrha as a Grimm clone of her, though she did think herself Pyrrha for the briefest time. Spawned from the Dragon frozen atop Beacon Tower from the combination of Pyrrha's ashes and the source liquid dripping from the monster, an abomination was born. Possessing some of her "mother's" memories, semblance and almost all of her combat prowess along with her more grimmonic features inherited from her "father" in the form of claws, fangs and monstrous strength, speed, a tail and wings, she is a terrifying apex predator. Due to being the only known Grimm to have an aura, she possesses an unmatched appetite that drives her to feed on man, beast and even Grimm to sustain herself, as her lack of a soul means that her aura feeds on her life force less she feed. Yet, death may be a blessing for the creature, as she is tormented by the darker fragments of Pyrrha's memories and emotions; her death, her loneliness, her fear, her horror, her anger and her longing for a man with blonde hair. The only form of coping Persephone has found is in a grisly form, when she prey's on humans, any with blonde hair she hunts she claims their head and uses it like a child would a stuffed animal when scared or lonely. Should any of the humans she hunts be foolish enough to not heed her warning not to look when she is about to strike, the will die blind and screaming until the last drop of blood leaves their body.

Arthred Quildrake, the Cursed Inheritor, Leader of the Naz'Grimm, Wielder of Heavenmorne, Vessel of the Lord of the Shattered Heavens; Remnant is a dark world and Arthred can easily stand toe to toe with the most veteran of hunters in staring into the abyss. Such is the case considering he is the one survivor of the world's largest tomb beneath the ruins of Forest Glenn after the undercity had been cut off and left to the Grimm. Many would call that feat a miracle, he doesn't. In fact, he envies all those who are granted the mercy of a swift end, a fate he will never know. When the Grimm came for him, Arthred was "saved" by the cursed endsinger Heavenmourne searching for a new vessel. For years, Arthred was trapped beneath the earth with Grimm and an even worse monster trapped within the weapon. When he finally reached the surface, the first light that greeted him was the gentle touch of the moon, and the hungering blaze of a nearby village that had been attacked