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Just a forger from Brooklyn, currently living in London under the name of Alexander Cameron Rizzero. Not really looking for any jobs, but if you've heard of me, you're welcome to ask for help. I like tea, coffee, ink, and birds. Don't expect me to be in anything but my bedclothes. I'm missing a little something- my voice. Hearing me speak is rare. Few people ever get the privilege. Nothing is what it seems when you meet a forger, especially one with nothing left to lose.
Current dwells on Gunjikama island under the employment of one Raoul Silva- That is an AU where he is selective mute. All other cases means he has no tounge. Expect mood swings, substance abuse, and orgami.

The forger looked up curiously as he heard his apartment door open, flinching slightly when it slammed up. He smiled slightly at his friend- but the smile faded quickly when he saw the other’s enraged face. The pen was put down, oil-streaked fingers wiping on a rag he’s placed nearby. Without a word, Alex moves into the kitchen, returning to the pacing man a moment later and pushing the speckled mug into his hands.

“Work?”