Looking for trouble with a candle in broad daylight.

Alec's Inn is one of those places that either you know how to get into, or you just end up wandering into by accident. The inside is a bit on the old fashioned side with check in desk right in front when a person walks in and stairs to the right. On the left is a restaurant and to the right is a public room. It looks perfectly normal except for small things like a sign saying, "All Bills will be paid, with no exceptions. I know where you live and can get your money without your permission. With interest" or the waitress with horns coming out of her curly hair.

Currently Alec is working the front desk, which means he's sitting up there and reading because business has been a bit slow. Also he's still nursing that black eye his sister gave him. Because life sucks.

Original Canon Character Application

Out Of Character
Name: Kippur
Age: 33
Journal: kippurbird or [Bad username or site: kippurbird @ ”livejournal.com”]
Contact: E-mail/AIM/Plurk/Yahoo!/etc. kippur@mad.scientist.com/ Aim: Kippurbirdy

In Character
Name: Alexander “Alec” Raven Troven
Canon: Original -called currently the Elemental Wizard Chronicles.
Canon Point: A few days after he’d returned to the wizard’s city after traveling with his grandfather just before he runs into Jono again.
Sex/Gender: Male
Actual Age/Apparent Age: 19/17ish.

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Why Alec is so screwed up:


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Taken from this conversation at dear_mun

daemonmuses prompt:


Something you've tried to learn, but were never good at.




The exasperated sigh that Marlina let out made Alec cringe. She looked like she wanted to throw her hands up in the air and stomp off to go yell at something. But instead she took a deep breath with her eyes closed and calmed herself down. Putting a hand on Alma she stroked the patchy colored hound's fur before looking at him.

"Let's try this again," she said. "Hold out your hands."

He obeyed her, following her through the exercise they'd gone through a hundred times (at least it seemed like it) before today. Hold out your hands and call the four elements to you. When you had them all together, merge them into one song. She made it look easy. He could see her do it.

She said it was the basic building block to using elemental magic properly. It was the merged energy that made them special, that let them do things that other wizards couldn't do.

But he just couldn't do it.

Every time he tried, the energies would swirl together, they would twist together, they would loop around together, but he just couldn't get them to become one.


Staring at the four of them, he could hear the song of them whistling in his mind and he tried to get them to melt together. They pushed at each other like bubbles and then just popped.

Groaning Alec put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry," he said.

Marlina sighed. "It's all right. You're coming into this too late. You just need to work on it. We'll try again tomorrow. Go take a break."

Alec stood up and held out his arm, letting Trey land on it. The daemon fluffed himself up and walked onto his shoulder. He looked like he was settling on a phoenix form, but sometimes he took a few others - always flying creatures - but generally a phoenix. It made sense a lot of Trovens had Phoenix daemons. Once done, Alec walked off towards one of the quiet gardens in the fey palace grounds.

"It's not fair," he said when they were out of earshot of Marlina.

Trey clicked his beak. "She's right. You came into it late. We'll keep on practicing. You'll get it."

"Maybe," Alec allowed.

Alec With Wings by ~Kippur on deviantART

Title: Of two worlds
Fandom: Alec fan fic - JLA/Avengers
Rating: G
Notes; I haven't written an Alec fan fic in a while and I'd just reread JLA/Avengers recently when this popped into my head. This is the sort of fan fiction I would write for Alec way many years ago.
Disclaimer: JLA and the Avengers belong to DC and Marvel respectively. Nate also belongs to Marvel. Alec belongs to me.




Clearly that had been one of Alec’s stupider moves. Obviously it’d been intelligent of him to pop into Kronos’ hideout made from Galactus raging with chaotic energy and start poking around. Why else would he have done it? Curiosity killed the cat, or in this case got him popped in the jaw. While his fantastic powers afforded him protection from ranged attacks, in regards to physical attacks he had the same protections as any mere mortal. He even reacted like any pure mortal getting punched in the jaw as well: crumpling like a puppet with his strings cut. Something must have happened afterwards, what, he didn’t know. But it did.

Why else was he stuck on the JLA watchtower after the whole crossover with the Avengers with the JLA claiming that he was the ‘child’ of their two universes created at the moment they split?

Not that this was one of the weirder things that happened to him. Being the embodiment of Chaos led for all sorts of interesting things happening to him.

For now, while he recovered, he had to play along. Not that he wouldn’t in the first place, he liked doing it. It just got kind of boring at times.

“Are you all right?” The Martian Manhunter asked, coming up behind him. “You’ve been staring out the window for a long time.”

Alec turned his head from the magnificent view of the moon that the watchtower afforded and gave a slight smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit stir crazy.”

“I can understand the feeling. However we still can’t let you out.”

They couldn’t, really. Alec saw the video of what happened when he had been on Earth. His powers fluxed out of control causing all sorts of havoc. They’d been able to create a field that contained the energy, but it wasn’t that big, only big enough to cover the Watchtower, which they felt was the safest place to hold him. Away from any potential super-villains and people who wanted to have their very own chaos bomb. What really bothered Alec, though he didn’t say so, was his apparent regression to a seventeen year old. Normally he looked to be in his early twenties. Now he looked like a raw seventeen year old boy not even out of high school yet.


At least he wasn’t a child this time around.

He hated when that happened.

“Yeah, I know. I know,” he sighed.

Turning to the window he could see his supposed mother in the stars. The embodiment of this universe was a woman, the embodiment of the Avenger’s universe was a man. Some how they created him. No one knew exactly how, just that they did. He knew how. His chaos powers were warping the reality to make them accept this tiny flaw of consistency, to make him belong to this world. To give them an explanation to how someone like him could exist.

It was sort of like a camouflage; letting the universe accept this strange parasite into it without too much problem.

“We are working on a way for you to leave the Watchtower. No one should be trapped anywhere, even if it is a place as beautiful as this. We’re also working on getting you a civilian identity. Do you have any suggestions for a name?”

Ah yes, a name. They’d been calling him ‘Chaos’ since he got here. Apparently that, they were told, was his name. Born of chaos. Technically true, but he did have a name. Which he took this opportunity to tell them: “Alec. Alec Troven.”

The Manhunter blinked. Clearly he didn’t expect him to come up with a name so quickly.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” Alec said as an explanation.

The other man(?) nodded, accepting this. “Very well, Alec.”

Alec smiled at him, inwardly wishing his powers would hurry up and resort themselves out. Or at least have something interesting happen. He was terribly bored.

Perhaps he could bring Nate over…

Made by an Old PPC friend. :D :D

I just sold a short story!!!!!!

ME!

Okay, well Kips did.

But he used my twitter account to do it, so I sold it. ME MEMEMEMEMEMEMMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME

Anything else is a damn dirty lie.

If you had me alone, locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you have me do?