Alexander was born to a not particularly noteworthy clan. Very much like any other clan, working to survive and living as a community. Alexander was the pride and joy of his parents. An alpha to two commons. The little pup was endlessly interested in art. Any kind of art presented to him he adored it and focused upon it to no end. Carvings, drawings, paints. The pup could watch and look things over for hours. Often trying to recreate it. A good past time seeing as otherwise the pup had endless energy. His focus admirable for such a young toskal. His endeavors however were often messy and his parents left to clean up the mess, having the hope that one day his focus would be placed on something more important. For now, pleased to let him indulge. 

And then the stranger came. A old toskal with the knowledge of how to ink the skin, and the pup was fascinated. The carved horns, the pierced body parts, the inking upon the very skin itself, even the brand marks... he knew as he saw the male that this was what he wanted. 

Endlessly he asked his parents for the same tools the traveler had had, and endlessly they said no. They were not the highest ranking, and could not afford to do so, and more then that, it was a foolish thing to waste goods on. He was getting older now, and it was time for him to get serious. 

They simply didn't understand. They still loved and adored him, but they were growing tired that he was not growing out of his desire... and he never would. 

When it came time for his Rite, he searched out the tools he needed to truly do what he wanted. He had found and used needles, practicing upon himself at late nights. As he learned, and more people heard of him and his talents, beautiful talents with a knack for art and creativity and bringing their ideas to life, the more he earned. Sending some of his earnings to his family so they might do well with their life. 

One of the best tattoo artists known and takes great pride in his work. For more complicated or important tats, he is often called upon. 

One of the only toskals that learned a technique to brand the fur(aka 'Freeze Brand' where you freeze burn the skin in one area that the fur permanently grows white. Only works on darker pelted toskals). Is very difficult as very few know how to get ice that cold let alone implement it. 

Then he met the love of his life. A stunningly beautiful albino giant of a woman. Still on her Rite, with a pair of small pups in tow. She was magnificent, and perfect, offering what help he could to her, finding himself lingering to her, and even finding affection for her pups. More honoured then he knew how to express when he found himself bonded to the most stunning, strong female he had ever met who was as gentle as she could be fierce. 

Could wish for no better life then the one he has now. Continuing his art, and supporting his mate, and children in all that they want from their lives.