Alexy was a pleasant child, her mother having abandoned them when she was but a babe, Alex was raised by her father and ultimately spoiled beyond hope. As she grew into adolescense she began to train with her father in the fields near their home, learning to defend herself if necessary, her father being somewhat of a diplomat put a target on their small family from opposing factions. Her father having met a woman he became fond of, decided to get remarried and move her and her rotten daughters into their home. From the start things were tense at best, the daughters taking over her bedroom since it was larger and they could not be seperated, Alex was moved to the basement, which caused some resentment. They thinking themselves better than she, constantly taunted and teased her. Alex let the frustrations build over time, never letting on how much she truly hated them. As for the mother, she is cut from a mold that hopefully was broken. Berating Alex time after time and forcing her to be a servant when her father was away on business, she beat Alex when something was not done to her liking, or just because she felt like it. Her father, away often, knew nothing of what went on behind his back. A note came to her home one dreadful day, announcing that her father was attacked on the road and killed. Alex became closed to all emotion refusing even to mourn. Only now later in life does she allow herself to laugh occasionally. Upon the death of her father, now being an orphan, things became worse at home and the beatings became more severe. Unable to take anymore, Alex late one night stole into her stepmother's rooms and using the skills bestowed upon her by her father, swiftly took the woman's life with a smooth flick of her wrist slicing her throat with a keen blade. Feeling no remorse, she stood above the corpse and spat. "I hope you rot in hell you evil bitch". Moving into her former room, Alex then dispensed with the sleeping daughters, slicing through their throats so as not to wake anyone with their screams. Idly moving around her home, she waited until near dawn, having packed her few necessities including her blades, she stepped out into the chill morning air, leaving a trail through the dew on the grass that would soon dissipate.

Knowing someone would be looking for her, Alex left for the city, stealing into the sewers so as to travel unseen. Sleeping one night in the damp area, she was awakened with a furious pain in her leg. Pulling up her pants she noticed two small puncture wounds that were rapidly turning red and swelling. Looking around she noticed a rather large web and surmised that she had been bitten by a spider. Knowing she should not move for it would spread the venom, Alex simply lay there, hoping that the food would last and the herbs would heal her. Near death, unable to move and starving, she was forced to reach what rats she could with her blades and survive on the protein they provided. Prone with tears streaming down to fall beneath her head mingling with the sewage that ensconced her Alex was miserable. The stench while horrid made her realize that if she cared about the smell she must be getting better. Sitting up to tend to her leg , it appeared to be healing and the swelling was going down, though it still hurt terribly. Alex knew that she needed to go to the surface to seek someone to aid in her healing and get some food to sustain her. Not knowing where she was and after days of being incoherent she can barely remember from whence she came, only that she cannot go back, for she is hunted and will remain on the run. Knowing full well her surname was widely heard of she decided then and there to leave it behind with the bodies in her wake and take up the name of the thing that almost killed her, to remind her of what she has suffered and that she will never... ever, be that low again.. no matter what she has to do.

Finally arriving in Zaradene after her years of traveling Alex found a place she felt she could call home. After fleeing her hometown of Gateway for committing the murders of her step-mother and step-sisters she became a mercenary, doing anything necessary to provide for herself. Honing her skills fighting goblins and gnolls she acquired several "jobs". While staying around Zaradene she met a man and began to care for him as a friend and possibly more. He appeared to be acting as a protector of sorts for a female soldier in the local militia and seemed to care for her somewhat. Alex did not hide her true feelings but was ultimately let down when she found out they were in fact a couple. Putting how she felt aside Alex went on with her life, though remained friends with the couple. After a time she met another man and found him easy to talk to and very accepting of her past. He was gentle and kind yet somehow pushy, assuming how she felt rather than asking. She found herself apprehensive about truly allowing herself to care deeply for him for she had heard of his reputation with the ladies and witnessed for herself his many indiscretions.

One particular afternoon being in a foul mood she was speaking to this man when a gift arrived for him. Already being suspicious of him Alex peered closer to surmise what was inside and from whom. As he opened the box she saw a jar of eyeballs and a not that read: I know how you like the pretty ones... so i kept them for you. He apparently was frightened so horribly he fainted. A nearby cleric attempted to heal him and upon doing so she screamed in agony her features morbidly twisting as she fell prone. She was dead. All around Alex the people began to drop. By this time her companion had regained consciousness and cowered trembling. A red cloud began to billow from the jar on the ground as he yelled for her to run. Torn between fending for herself and helping him she was forced to flee as he came near her and she felt and overwhelming evil about him.

Huddling in an outer guard encampment fearing for her life she lay on the ground sobbing. Suddenly a calming feeling came over her and she was coaxed into a peacefulness unknown to her. Praying to the gods for forgiveness and thanking them for sparing her, Alex decided then and there to dedicate herself to the causes of good. Revering Mishakal for healing the people of Zaradene once more, she dedicated herself to Habbakuk not being able to let go of the fighter within her. Alex's initial response was complete peace and acceptance of everyone and everything around her. Becoming accustomed to the world around her she began to lose that sense of peace as she realized the evil that still lurked. Regaining a sense of her former self she promotes good but will indeed wage war if necessary whether for the world as a whole or simply for a friend. Her snide remarks and spirited attitude once again return as her serene smile faids into a cocky smirk.