Aleksander was born in 1974 into a communist lead Bulgaria. Born on a farm he worked and lived relatively comfortably with his Parents Veronika, Ivan and his brother, Boris. Aleksander was an energetic kid, and loyalty was a strong virtue to the boy, at 7 years old while working at a sawmill for their family, Boris was caught in a head saw accident, he received a terrible wound across his abdomen and chest, Aleksander carried his brother 3 miles home, while bleeding throughout the old dirt road. Once they arrived his brother had already died in his arms. Aleksander's father blamed him for the death of Boris, and through anger, he refused to talk to his last son. This silence remained for the next 10 entire years, until Aleksander decided to leave his home, and was drafted into the Military. By this time the Communist party had been out of power for two years and after a painful transition, the country had become capitalist-run. Though he saw little combat, Aleksander earned vital military-combat training.
After a few years of this, he left, took a mortgage on a farm and lived the rest of his days as a farmer once again. He met his wife, a nurse named Elora while at a bar in town and after a few months they moved in together. They had two children together and lived quite happily. At the age of forty, Aleksander began showing symptoms of Leprosy, at first it was small changes, partial blindness during the mornings, rashes and numbness. But it soon became worse. At the same time as these symptoms became apparent, the outbreak began. After the Phol family discovered their first undead that stumbled upon the farm, they feared that Aleksander was suffering the same illness and that he would eventually turn into one himself. Aleksander did his best to provide for his family, leaving on runs to town to stock up food and supplies for his wife and children, but after months of symptoms only getting worse, his family, fearing the leprosy that was slowly turning Alek into a deformed monster, cast him out. Alek left with no argument, he didn’t blame them. He couldn’t even stand the sight of his disease himself. Leprosy had turned the skin across his arms to a scaly, grown sandpaper, his torso and face were covered in malignant growths that required regularly bandaging and cleaning. But his face was the worst. His eyes and nose sunk into his skull, his left eye was completely covered in a large fleshy growth and the skin around his nose shrunk and made the man look like a rotting corpse. He hated himself, he had lost everything to the Leprosy, he even lost all feeling across his body, a symptom of the terrible disease. Now he searches for a new family, one that will accept him, and one that he can die for. For only death will relieve him of his curse.