Black jeans, boots, scuffed leather jacket, backpack with blanket and hunting surplus inside, small black bandana he uses to hide his face.
Alex was born to a strict family with two parents and an older brother. They lived in a small wood cabin in the thick of Cornwall, surrounded by nothing but trees for miles. Alex had always dreamed of meeting new people as a small boy, hoping that he might one day leave the cabin and explore whatever awaited him. Him and his brother would play in the woods all day, their parents both strongly disagreeing with the prospect of school, believing they could show the boys anything they needed for life. Coming up to his teenage years, Alexs father taught him how to hunt small game, squirrels, birds, the type of small animals that lives in British forest. Alex was the least appreciated by his parents, believed to be the smaller, more insignificant sibling. This trait meant that the parents would give Alex less portions of food, thinner sheets for his bed and shittier tools for hunting. One of these tools being an old heavy crossbow that the father dumped on Alex, while him and the brother used small caliber rifles. After one particularly bad argument with his parents, Alex left the cabin and walked through the woods, not caring where he went as long as it was away from his family. He began travelling the country, feeding on squirrels and rabbits. He eventually joined a small batch of homeless people at Berwick harbor, smuggling themselves on board a shipping freight set for Novigrad. Upon arrival He continued his lonely treks, heading through the foreign country with no real goals, just looking for a place that would accept him.