Alex is a red-scaled Dragonborn with a lean, wiry frame that suggests survival over strength. Her scales are dull, often covered in soot or oil, and she wears a set of weathered scale mail over dark, practical clothes. She has sharp, piercing eyes that always seem to be calculating the value or mechanical structure of her surroundings. A hooded cloak hides her face in crowds.

Alex is cold, methodical, and deeply untrusting. She views life as a series of equations to be solved and favors logic over emotion. She is often seen fidgeting with small metal components, and she rarely speaks unless she has something critical to say. She believes that the world is inherently unfair and that only through personal power and intellect can one survive.

Alex was born into a life of stability until her brother committed a heist that went horribly wrong. He stole an artifact of immense value from a powerful noble and, to save his own skin, planted evidence that implicated their entire family. As the guards closed in, Alex's mother managed to create a distraction, allowing her to escape while the rest of her kin were dragged to a dungeon. Homeless and desperate, Alex hid in the outskirts of the city where she met an elderly wizard living in hiding. Recognising her desperate need for order in a world of chaos, he took her in as a servant and eventual apprentice. He taught her that magic and machinery were the only things that never betrayed a person. On his deathbed, his final wish was for her to live a life of adventure and find her own path, rather than rotting in a gutter. Alex now travels with a heavy heart, her skills as an artificer honed for the sole purpose of finding her brother and enacting a cold, legalistic revenge that will clear her family name.