Born in the winter of 1992, Alexander Sawyer would be the only child Kathy and Christopher Sawyer would have together. The couple were young when they welcomed their son into their lives, and made a concious decision to wait to add to their small family. As Alex grew, he was spoiled, without being rotten. Christopher, an aspiring pilot, knew that if he was to become an actual pilot he would need to focus and spend hundreds of hours in the air. Kathy, wanting to both support her toddler and her husband, was a second grade teacher, which allowed her to have her son almost never in daycare once he was able to attend kindergarten. It was during a small family vacation, when Alex was just 6 years old that tragedy would strike the Sawyer household. Snow wasn't new to the couple, they lived in Boston. But they had decided to spend Christmas in the mountains in Vermont, where their son could truly enjoy a white Christmas, without the city noise. One afternoon, Kathy opted to run to the local store so they could make hot chocolate leaving Christopher and Alex to build snowmen. She wouldn't make it back to them, instead a state trooper would show up an hour after Kathy was meant to be home with tragic news, a truck had hit black ice and smashed right into the driver side of Kathy's car, she didn't make it to the hospital.

In order to keep sane and to keep Alexander as sane as possible, Christopher immediately put his son in therapy, not really sure how the young boy would handle the loss of his mother. Within a year, the therapist was suggesting that perhaps Christopher find academic ways to occupy his son, as Alexander seemed to enjoy learning and exploring. He had a vast imagination that helped him to cope, as he began making up his own worlds that explained away his feelings. Christopher took the young boy to the store and asked what sort of stories he liked, and thus began Alex's facination with myths and legends. Something that would follow him and shape him into adulthood.

School was not exactly boring for the boy, but it wasn't stimulating either. In fifth grade, Alexander came home and asked his father if he could take a class to learn a new language. He said there was a little girl in class who didn't speak English and he wanted to speak to her. So Christopher found a tutor program and enrolled Alex in a French class. It was around this time that Christopher met Alyssa Reynolds, a woman that he would go on to marry. He feared Alex would see it as replacing his mother, but the pair spoke a lot and Alex had a more mature handle on the situation than a normal ten year old. Still, Christopher and Alyssa dated a few years before taking the more serious step and when Alex was thirteen the pair married with Christopher's son by his side.

High school saw Alex enroll in Spanish as his forgien language, when asked by his step-mother why not French, he told her he wanted a challenge. Alex began swimming his freshman year as well, and proceeded to take his French lessons after school or on the weekend, depending on what sort of time he had free. He was a relaxed kid, never stressed out about anything and always excelled in his classes. He found his Spanish teacher wasn't the strongest teacher and focused mostly on the students reading and writing, not so much their speaking, but he didn't care. He was focused on graduating and college. He wanted to go to an Ivy League school and knew that his grades and his extras would help him.

Senior year he met a girl that would engrain herself into his life in a way he never saw coming. He had a girlfriend for the first time and she ended up being just what he needed to handle being around his fellow classmates a little better. She encouraged him as much as he encouraged her, and he finally felt settled. As he graduated, he gained acceptance to Harvard, where he decided to follow his passion of Folklore, but was smart enough to know he'd never get a job. So he double majored with Linguistics, where he could put his love for languages to work. He tested out of French, and decided to pick up a completely different language. He met with the Slavic department and was able to enrolled in Czech and Russian, where he could decide which he wanted to take. Czech spoke to him and he continued on with it, while stopping Russian once he was able to read it well enough and write it.

During high school Alex stopped being an only child. His baby sister, Annabelle was born. His father was worried he'd be angry but his step-mother knew better. She knew Alex would take to the little girl like a duck to water and she wasn't wrong. He fell in love the minute he got to hold her and promised the little girl he'd always protect her.

As college rolled on, whenever Alex got bored he would pick up a new language. With the advent of things like Rosetta Stone, and other such programs and apps, he would decide on a language and set out to learn to read and write it. He didn't need to speak it, he'd figured out what he wanted to do and for that job he simply had to read and write. It was in his junior year that he learned about being a translator. He could obtain text in one language, translate it to English and send it back. It was a job that would let him work from home, as well as make him decent money.

After graduation, Alex stayed in Boston. He set his sights on yet another language, aimed to be proficent enough to work with it and set out two get a job. He worked for a publishing house for awhile, two years, before starting to take more and more freelance work. He found the hours and pay to be better when he was his own boss and once he had enough clients he never looked back.