Alexander Rozhenko

Alexander swung his d'k tahg (a klingon knife) up wards into the ribcage of the holographic warrior about to swing it's sword down into the prone Alexander, only to be stopped by the sharp point of the young warrior's knife. The figure crumpled and collapsed, the computer beeped, in a robotic female voice pronouncing Alexander the victor as the holographic scene vanished, leaving a sweaty, panting, half-naked Alexander to stand from the floor of the deactivated holodeck. He locks eyes with you, just now noticing you've been watching him train. His lean, muscled body glistening with heat and sweat of his training. You can see the odd scar on his otherwise smooth, tight and strong body. He picks up a towel, wiping the moisture from his large, ridged forehead. He looks at you, sizing you up