Alexander Dubois

Alexander Dubois was an up-and-coming teenage rocker in Salem, Massachusetts when an accident involving lightning striking the sound system at a talent show killed him. Except he didn't die. Currently on the run, though from exactly what is unspecified.

Alexander assisted in the Heroes Crisis when the armored things attacked. If any of DC's heroes remembers one of the armored things that seemed to be helping Earth's heroes rather than fighting them, it was probably Alexander, puppeting the armor with his teleplasty after one of the heroes killed it.

Background
My name is Alison Carter. Most people, if they remember me at all, remember me as Jeanine Hall. I was a star! From the time I was in diapers, my parents, mostly my dad, had me auditioning for commercials, TV spots, and minor roles in movies. I didn't really have an actual childhood, instead being focused entirely on the next part. By the time I was nine, I had graduated from minor roles in movies to a secondary character in a TV sitcom. Unfortunately, the show only lasted another two seasons, but it did open the door to my first starring role in a made for TV family movie! My mom worked a lot throughout my entire career, insisting that it was her job as a parent to support me, not the other way around, so Dad and Nona, my maternal grandmother, were the ones that were always there at every audition and class.

Eventually, Dad stopped coming, so it was Nona that made sure I got to the set on time, that read lines with me, and that saw to it that I went to every audition that I wanted to do. By the time I was thirteen, Dad was gone. It was only after I graduated from high school that I found out that Mom had told him to either sober up and stop gambling or get out. He, apparently, chose to get out.

I continued acting for another two years until Nona had her first stroke. Mom was working full time as a legal aide in a big law firm, so she couldn't take the time off to take me to the auditions my agent had lined up or make sure that I arrived on time for makeup for the movie I was filming, so I had no chance to get those parts and lost my fourth big starring role. It took Nona six months to recover enough from her stroke that she could drive me to auditions again, but, by that time, my agent had dropped me. We tried to find someone else to represent me, but, apparently, I was now considered unreliable.

My career was over.

It was hard to be a normal kid after that. Here I was, fifteen years old and a washed up has been having to learn how to interact with normal teenagers. Mom told me to just think of it as another role; the role of a lifetime. After all, how many people get to live their dream before they're fifteen? I hate to admit it, but I had to point out to her that there aren't very many whose dreams die by the time they're fifteen, either.

By the time I was sixteen, I had fallen into a deep depression and had to be hospitalized because I tried to kill myself. I just didn't see any point in going on, at that point. It wasn't until Nona's second stroke, the one that almost killed her, that I decided that I'd wallowed in self-pity long enough and really started living my life. I went to an alternative school to get caught up with my classmates so I could graduate on time, discovering through home ec class that it wasn't too difficult to modify the out of date clothing I had into something chic and trendy again.

I had to wait a year before I was able to get accepted into college, taking classes at a local community college before moving to Metropolis to attend Met U. I only ended up with a two year associate's degree, but I could still go back to continue my education later, if I really want to. I relied heavily on student loans and a part time job in the school bookstore, even earning a little money on the side by altering clothing for the girlfriends of my friends at school, but as little as I had coming in, it just wasn't enough to sustain the lifestyle I had been accustomed to when I was still acting and living at home. I ended up running up mountains of debt that I now have to pay off; over $20,000 the last time I checked, and that doesn't even include my student loans...

Slowly but surely, however, I am paying it off!

When I graduated, I moved back home with Mom until I could get a high enough paying job to be able to afford my own place. Unfortunately, that took a while... I tried working for manufacturing companies, lawyers, hotels, in fast food, and even took a job as a school janitor for about a month. (I couldn't deal with all of the kids intentionally making messes. Not to mention all of their drama just about drove me to check myself back into the hospital!) That was when I decided that what I really needed was to have a rich man fall in love with me, sweep me off my feet, marry me, and take care of me for the rest of my life. Besides, if I marry someone rich, they're probably going to be famous, so I'll have my name in print again!

Anyway, I finally got hired on as a secretary at Wayne Enterprises. There wasn't a position open for anyone specific in the company needing a secretary, so I ended up moving around to different departments where I was needed, or working for various board members when their regular secretaries were on vacation. It wasn't a glamorous job, but it paid better than anything else I'd had, and I was actually able to stick with this one! It took a while, but, three years after getting my associate's degree, I was finally able to move out of my mother's house and into an apartment of my own.

Now there's just the matter of finding that rich husband...

Personality

 * Shy - Alexander is a shy kid, and doesn't trust easily. This probably isn't too difficult to imagine, given that he's trying to escape from media scrutiny, and possibly other kinds of scrutiny. Mad scientists, death cults, people obssessed with immortality -- in this world full of crazies, who knows?


 * Outsider - For him there's always the feeling that he doesn't belong amongst the living, that he's somehow an outsider. This isn't really something he can help, due to perceiving things that happen in the realm of the dead. Mind, he doesn't let that stop him from doing things or making friends. He just generally doesn't make the first move.


 * Wallflower - Alexander tends to stick to the background of just about anything, from social functions to fights. He sort of feels like he's lived his time, and that it's time for him to "get out of the way", so to speak, so others can take over.


 * Decoy - The aforementioned seems at odds with his willingness to hop up on the stage whenever asked, as he has no objections to drawing attention to himself. Particularly if it's to help another. He's content playing support -- in battle this could be distracting a bad guy to give a hero time to recover, evacuating civilians while a hero battles a bad guy, or just cheering from the sidelines. Everybody has a role to play, after all, even if that role is "get out of the area and give the hero one less thing to worry about".


 * Dead Man's Blues - He tends to get depressed when he starts to question his existence, when the questions come up. He's dead. Why is he still around? Why didn't he get a chance to go on to the afterlife? Was he not good enough for Heaven but not bad enough for Hell? Though he's not terminally depressed, it can definitely color his mood for the worse.

Logs

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