Post by Alistair Lawless on Nov 6, 2015 20:48:08 GMT -8
ALISTAIR DELANEY LAWLESS
twenty-nine. three-quarters blood. syndicate. magical creature hunter. former slytherin.
twenty-nine. three-quarters blood. syndicate. magical creature hunter. former slytherin.
D.O.B.: November 13, 1982.
WAND: A springy 12” wand made of redwood, with a dragon heartstring core.
PATRONUS: A slender side-striped jackal.
DESCRIPTION: Alistair doesn’t necessary look like someone you want to be best friends with. That isn’t to say that he looks creepy or sleazy, however, he is tall and slender. He stands around the height of 6’1” and is approximately 172 lbs. His body is lined with slender coils of muscle from years of physical exertion. His natural hair color is a soft blonde and he often is in need of a haircut, constantly pushing it out of his hazel eyes. On the underside of his left wrist is the tattoo of a black ankh, which changes to a burgundy red whenever he embraces his metamorphmagi abilities. Despite such abilities, he has difficulty changing his facial structure, and can never get rid of the scars that resemble scratch marks near his hairline. His clothing tends to be a mismatched collection of layers, the brighter the better, and he is rarely seen without less than two shirts or a pair of sturdy boots. He also rarely is seen with a coat, rather piling on the layers of jumpers, scarves, and hats.
PLAY-BY: Sondre Lerche.
MIRROR OF ERISED: If Alistair were to peer into the mirror, it would undoubtedly produce his visage atop an elaborate throne. He would be decked out in the highest of fashion and seated atop what would appear to be an endless pile of treasure and gold.
BOGGART: His boggart would take the shape of a wave of crushing sand, preparing to smother and suffocate him.
TRAITS: Alistair isn’t an overly complicated fellow: there are the aspects that reside deep inside his soul and the heavily filtered actions and reactions that he allows to breach his exterior. He has the ability to view himself and his thoughts as if watching someone else, granting him the ability to isolate those thoughts and formulate the most appropriate and beneficial response. Alistair is incredibly analytical. This doubled with a tendency to be observant results in a calculated man who knows how to navigate himself. This isn’t to say he lacks emotions or discomfort – he can be extremely emotional – but that he tends to feel the fear, and then do things anyways. There is much more going on within his head than he is willing to embrace and exhibit or what he’s thinking may not be what he does. When presented with an unfamiliar or dangerous situation, he may be panicking, but he would rather die than allow everyone to know or become paralyzed. When things are not going his way, he can still be cordial. This process, though well-practiced, is not foolproof. Under situations in which he feels extreme emotions, particularly anger, the wall between his thoughts and actions crumbles and he can become a whirlwind of emotion and impulses. Alistair can be temperamental around those who he feels are beneath him or unworthy of his time and energies.
In general, Alistair doesn’t necessarily seem like someone who is a threat. This isn’t to say he’s sunny or anything, but he isn’t the most intimidating of fellows. In a city like the City of Shadows, he seems the usual unsavory character. He can be very outgoing and talkative, especially if there is alcohol in question, and tries to give off a laid-back air. Alistair can also be very flirtatious and isn’t above what he considers a good time. He will joke around with those who are members of his personal team and tends to even be a little cheeky. Alistair is a bit of a daredevil, especially if he wants to show off, and tends to lack what most would consider limits. Despite this, he really does care about the well-being of a few choice individuals and reverts to a more immature presentation around some of them, such as his closest comrades and family members. He will bring them gifts or check in, often without warning. They cannot know if his business, though, and he actively works to separate work from play. This extroverted demeanor, however, changes upon social context. If you were to encounter him in the middle of a business transaction, he would be extremely cold and distant, even menacing. A business matter is only that and he needs to prove his value and expertise when dealing with those in his line of work.
But beneath this surface lies something almost more monster than man. There is very little that Alistair cares for, summarized succinctly in one word – treasure. He is extremely self-interested and very fixated on material goods. The more the merrier in terms of prizes and novelties, he thinks, and would be willing to go to extreme ends to acquire rare, precious, or valuable objects. Alistair can at times become extremely side-tracked by such belongings and will foolishly place himself in danger for them. His greed extends to all sorts of aspects, such as titles for himself or less-than-romantic conquests. Nothing is capable of satiating his hunger for the valuable. He will often times pursue things that he shouldn’t, simply because he desires them and therefore feels he must have them. Despite Alistair’s tendency to be blinded by greed, he is a very intelligent, clever person and can use that inner filter to determine the best, most effective course of action. However, his previous success has developed into a rather large sense of pride. He knows he is smart, he knows he is successful, and he knows that he is still young and could be just beginning. Any insults to these “facts” can result in one extremely unhappy camper, even going so far as to result in danger to him and everyone around him. He is going to be the best at what he does, he has decided. It’s just a matter of time.
FAMILY:
• Father: Landon Tiberius Lawless, would be aged fifty-six. Halfblood. Former treasure hunter; current whereabouts unknown, assumed deceased.
• Mother: Eleanor Yvonne Lawless nee Livingston, aged fifty-three. Pureblood. Ministry of Magic Ambassador to the United States.
• Sibling: Chase Ambrosias Lawless, aged twenty-five. Three-quarters blood. Shop clerk.
• Sibling: Cable Alaric Lawless, aged twenty-five. Three-quarters blood. Quidditch player.
HISTORY: Alistair’s childhood didn’t start abnormally and had no hints of moving that direction. His mother worked for the American equivalent to the Ministry of Magic and his father, well, he wasn’t sure what his dad did but he always made it sound like he was a businessman. Landon and Eleanor agreed to purchase a home near Niagara Falls, New York, in a place called Lewiston. It was a mixed decision in part due to the distance from Salem and New York City. Shortly after moving, the news came that the young Lawless couple would be having a son. After he was able to walk, talk, and remember to go to the restroom came the twin brothers, Cable and Chase. They played out in the yard. They roughhoused. They went to muggle schooling – “It will give them an advantage once they go to Salem” was the logic – and spent time making friends and being children. His parents appeared happy at their jobs and seemed to be moving along nicely.
When the time came, Alistair was the first to head off to formal magical education. He was excited to take off and get away from his younger brothers, though he wasn’t quite so thrilled at the prospect of going to boarding school. Or a school uniform. He fit in well enough. He had a few close friends. He wasn’t particularly gifted at much, though he wasn’t exactly horrible at anything. The best subject for Alistair was Care of Magical Creatures. There was just something about the entire class, a melding of a subject he was interested in, an attention to detail, and a knack for knowing what to do next. Still, he was a little embarrassed by enjoying a school subject so much and decided to brush it off. The first couple of years flowed through in this manner.
Shortly before his fifth year, his father went missing. For whatever the reason, he had left to go on a business trip in Europe and simply never came back. A package was delivered to their door by another wizard, who claimed that one morning they had gone to check on him and he’d been gone save the briefcase. The entire world seemed to come crashing down while Alistair was on summer vacation. His mother placed the case in a safe and made sure to tell her boys that it was his last possession and that they had to respect it. They didn’t care about the case – they just wanted their father back. Unfortunately, he never came back, and in August they moved over the pond to join their relatives while his mother coped with her loss. It was strange to live with cousins and an aunt and uncle he had never met, even stranger to have to transfer schools.
Alistair was reluctant to go to Hogwarts, but he did it anyways, for his mother. His brothers were just starting out and hadn’t made any long-term attachments, so they didn’t mind. He was sorted into Slytherin and though he didn’t actively seek friends, found them in his cousin and another classmate, Elena Fairchild. Hogwarts was tolerable and he continued to exceed with magical creatures, while also acquired some more skill in the casting of spells. He didn’t have much of a plan after completing his school and ended up at Gringotts, working security. It was in this position that he discovered his one true love: treasure. Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to try and take anything. He worked hard at his job and knew the boundaries. But it awoke something inside of him that once exposed, was insatiable.
Shortly after his twentieth birthday came a call from fate. His mother was moving, and while helping her, he found his father’s old briefcase. She wouldn’t miss it so he took it. After a few weeks of intense poking, prodding, and inquiry he found himself with plans and contacts for some sort of black market. His father hadn’t been merely a business man; his father had been a magical creature and treasure hunter. His disappearance was likely a plan gone wrong. It only took a tug on a few strings before Alistair was on the move with various groups, on a quest for infamy, glory, and all of the gold he could imagine. He moved up the ranks and used his resourcefulness and cunning to assume control of his own squad of like-minded men. It was only a matter of time before he found himself in the City of Shadows, a member of the Syndicate.
The time has been spent wonderfully, well; it had been going well – until recently. Alistair was making some enemies within the organization and overstepping his position. After a spat with a young pregnant woman left her with a broken leg and him with a self-inflicted wound down his back, he was forced to take a brief leave from his livelihood. It was torturous to be underground and working as basically a secretary but he had gone too far. He knew that his punishment was just. He released some of his team members from his service, while others chose to stay loyal. It was just a part of the job. Alistair isn’t fond of his punishment, but as it has crept by, he’s grown excited about the prospect of being unleashed on the world. If the rumors circulating in the underground are anything to go by, things are heating up, and he may find more doors opening than he ever imagined.
ANYTHING ELSE? Alistair has a quote-unquote team comprised of other such similar men, though he has been branching away from using them as he doesn't desire to be bogged down by them and honestly is a little ashamed of having to rely on a group to accomplish his desires. He also is a metamorphmagi, often using his abilities to change the colors of his appearance.
OOC ACCT:Quinn!
HOW'D YOU FIND US? I fell down the rabbit hole and found myself in this dark wonderland back in, like, high school...