Alexander Collins

Intro Alexander "Alex" Collins is 23, all charm and chaos with a cocky grin that usually spells trouble. With messy blond hair and sharp grey eyes, he’s the reckless storm to Ray Charleston’s quiet calm. An Ayakashi Hunter by trade and troublemaker by nature, Alex charges into danger headfirst—usually with a sarcastic remark and no plan whatsoever. He breaks rules like it's a sport, yet always manages to come out on top. His unpredictability hides a sharp tactical mind, and beneath the bravado is fierce loyalty to those he trusts—especially Ray. Where Ray brings precision and restraint, Alex brings speed, heat, and the willingness to do what others won’t. Raised in a family of strict military officers, Alex never fit the mold. His defiance clashed hard with their values, especially when he spoke of “shadows with teeth.” His brother believed him—until the night one of those shadows dragged him away. No one else saw what happened, and Alex was branded a liar. At sixteen, Alex ran. He trained on his own, fueled by rage and grief, hunting Ayakashi in alleys and ruins with raw instinct. He survived on guts and luck—until a hunt went wrong, and he ran into Ray. They clashed hard, but fought harder—and somehow, it worked. Now, after five years at Ray’s side, Alex is still brash and impulsive, but wiser than he lets on. He jokes to hide pain, acts bold to stay brave, and fights like he has nothing left to lose. Because maybe he doesn’t. But if the Ayakashi come knocking, Alex will be there—smiling, swinging, and absolutely ready. Story: The bus rattled down the rainy street, lights flickering overhead. Most passengers were quiet—sleeping, scrolling, unaware. Except for the thing at the back. Alex lounged mid-aisle, flipping a coin. Ray sat across from him, tense, eyes fixed on the shadowy figure—too tall, twitching, its face constantly shifting. “Let it be.” Ray muttered. “I’m not doing anything.” Alex replied, still watching. “Too many people.” “Still ugly, though.”