Post by Alastair on Oct 30, 2009 5:56:12 GMT
Player’s Name: Lexi
Player's Gender: Lady
Roleplay Experience: Four Years.
Name Alastair
Species .Guardian.
Gender .Male.
Age .39.
Appearance
.By day, Alastair takes the shape of an ash grey tomcat with piercing hazel eyes. While above average size he is certainly no giant, though Alastair’s physique is compact with muscle. It gives many the impression (for reasons he can never understand) that he's taller than he really is. He has the build of a brawler, which you can bet he was in his early youth. His stocky body has the scars to prove it. It’s a habit he may not have outgrown entirely…
In the light of the moon, Alastair is a powerfully built and broad shouldered man, measuring in at a bit over six feet tall. This makes him tall enough to look some of the shorter and average Gewin in the eye. His chest is as broadly muscled as his shoulders and somewhat furred. Much to his chagrin, he's bulkier and more brawny than most Guardians; in silhouette he might even pass himself off as a Gewyn. It's a fact about himself he abhors and ignores. If anyone comments on it, he'll quip back: "scottish wildcat blood". The brawl and battle scars on his feline body are present on his human form. He has a head of wild hair, which he refuses to cut short and some ever present stubble, which he refuses to shave completely. Alastair would never call himself handsome (in his mind he looks too Gewyn as a man to be good looking). This may be why he prefers his feline form and doesn't shift as often as most Guardians do. He laughs off any claims that he has a sort of rugged charm or good looks. He's had his nose broken twice but he set it quite skillyfully and the bump is not glaringly noticeable. His skin is untanned, as is to be expected for a Guardian, but not sickly in hue. It is tinged ever so softly with a tawny pigment he pins on the harvest moon he was born beneath.
Personality .The name Alastair itself means “defender of men”. While some would say this is a clear sign that the eldest son of Donnan and Mairi was born to protect the villagers of Benevolence, Alastair himself is not so sure. It is not that he doubts his role as a protector. That he is meant to defend is a thing he is certain of beyond all doubt, but the question to him seems to be: protector of whom? The humans he is bound to defend by age old law, or companions of his own kind to whom he is bound by blood itself? Guardians need watching too: they do not always win. Alastair is only too aware of this and it has turned him (at least outwardly) into a stoic, bull headed, cynical, man-of-few-words. This isn’t to say he’s unfriendly or mean. To put it simply: he’s a brusque, tough love sort of guy. He is observant, taking a lot in but letting very little out. If you keep your mouth shut and listen, you know everything you know plus what they know. Right? Right. His surliness is something that begs the inquisitive to pry, which annoys him to no end. In a way he’s quite a Spartan personality: compartmentalized, he likes to try and leave his heart at home when he marches to battle, for this is how he was trained and raised. But he is at constant odds with himself over this fact: A
warrior without a cause and without passion is easily defeated. But he has seen how emotion can just as easily make a figther weak. For years he has striven to find a happy medium between having emotions and not letting them get in the way.
Biography .Alastair tries to avoid heart to hearts that might involve any voluntary anecdotes of his own past experiences. He would like to live and let die, but of course that sort of thing is never quite possible when you’d like it to be, is it? Truth be told, he’s down right touchy about his growing up years. If he doesn’t volunteer a choice detail, you can best believe he has not and will not make any exceptions in releasing it. However, this wasn’t always the case. As a youth he had a twin brother, Blair, the younger by a minute. The two shared everything: some even said the injuries or sensations one brother felt the other bore in phantom feelings. They brawled together, explored together, learned together. Naturally when they came of age they patrolled together. But they were overconfident, letting their guard down for the slightest of moments towards the end of their first year. It was the wrong moment to let slide. The young woman they were accompanying was attacked and Blair was mortally wounded before he could react. Luckily for Alastair, his brother had not let the Gewyn go unscathed before he was wounded and he followed the wretched creature’s trail of blood. Despite the pain that wracked his body from his brother’s grievous injuries, he caught the limping Gewyn male and killed him only seconds before he himself then blacked out at the moment of his brother’s passing. In his mind, he as good as killed his own brother with his negligence, and every Guardian knows that to kill ones own kind is a penultimate taboo. Although none of his kind condemn him for it, he refuses to agree with them on the subject of his innocence. Most Guardians regard the one fanatical idea he did voice since his brother’s death as the forgettable result of a grieving mind: that Guardians need guardians and sometimes should have more loyalty to their own than to humans. Since his brother’s death Alastair has tried to be strictly business, forming few emotional attachments. How well he actually succeeds with this is not known because he does such a good job of masking any genuine emotion he has with a set of gruff mannerisms.
:: face claim: Hugh Jackman :: *muah*
Player's Gender: Lady
Roleplay Experience: Four Years.
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Name Alastair
Species .Guardian.
Gender .Male.
Age .39.
Appearance
.By day, Alastair takes the shape of an ash grey tomcat with piercing hazel eyes. While above average size he is certainly no giant, though Alastair’s physique is compact with muscle. It gives many the impression (for reasons he can never understand) that he's taller than he really is. He has the build of a brawler, which you can bet he was in his early youth. His stocky body has the scars to prove it. It’s a habit he may not have outgrown entirely…
In the light of the moon, Alastair is a powerfully built and broad shouldered man, measuring in at a bit over six feet tall. This makes him tall enough to look some of the shorter and average Gewin in the eye. His chest is as broadly muscled as his shoulders and somewhat furred. Much to his chagrin, he's bulkier and more brawny than most Guardians; in silhouette he might even pass himself off as a Gewyn. It's a fact about himself he abhors and ignores. If anyone comments on it, he'll quip back: "scottish wildcat blood". The brawl and battle scars on his feline body are present on his human form. He has a head of wild hair, which he refuses to cut short and some ever present stubble, which he refuses to shave completely. Alastair would never call himself handsome (in his mind he looks too Gewyn as a man to be good looking). This may be why he prefers his feline form and doesn't shift as often as most Guardians do. He laughs off any claims that he has a sort of rugged charm or good looks. He's had his nose broken twice but he set it quite skillyfully and the bump is not glaringly noticeable. His skin is untanned, as is to be expected for a Guardian, but not sickly in hue. It is tinged ever so softly with a tawny pigment he pins on the harvest moon he was born beneath.
Personality .The name Alastair itself means “defender of men”. While some would say this is a clear sign that the eldest son of Donnan and Mairi was born to protect the villagers of Benevolence, Alastair himself is not so sure. It is not that he doubts his role as a protector. That he is meant to defend is a thing he is certain of beyond all doubt, but the question to him seems to be: protector of whom? The humans he is bound to defend by age old law, or companions of his own kind to whom he is bound by blood itself? Guardians need watching too: they do not always win. Alastair is only too aware of this and it has turned him (at least outwardly) into a stoic, bull headed, cynical, man-of-few-words. This isn’t to say he’s unfriendly or mean. To put it simply: he’s a brusque, tough love sort of guy. He is observant, taking a lot in but letting very little out. If you keep your mouth shut and listen, you know everything you know plus what they know. Right? Right. His surliness is something that begs the inquisitive to pry, which annoys him to no end. In a way he’s quite a Spartan personality: compartmentalized, he likes to try and leave his heart at home when he marches to battle, for this is how he was trained and raised. But he is at constant odds with himself over this fact: A
warrior without a cause and without passion is easily defeated. But he has seen how emotion can just as easily make a figther weak. For years he has striven to find a happy medium between having emotions and not letting them get in the way.
Biography .Alastair tries to avoid heart to hearts that might involve any voluntary anecdotes of his own past experiences. He would like to live and let die, but of course that sort of thing is never quite possible when you’d like it to be, is it? Truth be told, he’s down right touchy about his growing up years. If he doesn’t volunteer a choice detail, you can best believe he has not and will not make any exceptions in releasing it. However, this wasn’t always the case. As a youth he had a twin brother, Blair, the younger by a minute. The two shared everything: some even said the injuries or sensations one brother felt the other bore in phantom feelings. They brawled together, explored together, learned together. Naturally when they came of age they patrolled together. But they were overconfident, letting their guard down for the slightest of moments towards the end of their first year. It was the wrong moment to let slide. The young woman they were accompanying was attacked and Blair was mortally wounded before he could react. Luckily for Alastair, his brother had not let the Gewyn go unscathed before he was wounded and he followed the wretched creature’s trail of blood. Despite the pain that wracked his body from his brother’s grievous injuries, he caught the limping Gewyn male and killed him only seconds before he himself then blacked out at the moment of his brother’s passing. In his mind, he as good as killed his own brother with his negligence, and every Guardian knows that to kill ones own kind is a penultimate taboo. Although none of his kind condemn him for it, he refuses to agree with them on the subject of his innocence. Most Guardians regard the one fanatical idea he did voice since his brother’s death as the forgettable result of a grieving mind: that Guardians need guardians and sometimes should have more loyalty to their own than to humans. Since his brother’s death Alastair has tried to be strictly business, forming few emotional attachments. How well he actually succeeds with this is not known because he does such a good job of masking any genuine emotion he has with a set of gruff mannerisms.
:: face claim: Hugh Jackman :: *muah*
ADMIN NOTE:
YAY YAY! He's excellent. I can't wait to see how he and Griffin interact -- two Guardians with some outrageous ideas. The only thing that I would like changed is the supposition that his parents were from the north -- all Guardians, for as long as anyone can remember, have been born and raised in the village. If any have left, no one knows what happened to them. And they can't breed with other felines. That detail is just too little for me to delay your acceptance, though.
Welcome to Benevolence!
YAY YAY! He's excellent. I can't wait to see how he and Griffin interact -- two Guardians with some outrageous ideas. The only thing that I would like changed is the supposition that his parents were from the north -- all Guardians, for as long as anyone can remember, have been born and raised in the village. If any have left, no one knows what happened to them. And they can't breed with other felines. That detail is just too little for me to delay your acceptance, though.
Welcome to Benevolence!