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Alistair Kane

"I like it rough, cuz I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all."

Name: Alistair Kane

Age: apparent age 48 real age 378

D.O.B.: November 5, 1631

Blood Type: A+

Race: Vampire- House of Azrael

Powers: All powers given to the House of Azrael.

Physical Description: Sandy blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw line give Alistair an unconventional beauty. He is not much in the way of muscles but his body is taunt and lean. He has the ghostly outline of muscles when not overshadowed by the almost sharp outline of his ribs. This is the product of years with his nose in a book. Where his mind thrived, his body suffered for it. He keeps his hair in a continual state of casual dishevelment, too busy or otherwise apathetic to do anything with it. His clothing style is similar to his hair style. While it may seem that he doesn't give a damn, he actually tries very hard to seem casual. Button down shirts over t-shirts with a pair of designer jeans are commonly found in his wardrobe. On occasion, he will wear sports jackets or jackets from his mobster days in the twenties. He also likes accessories such as role watches or designer belts.

Personality:

Alistair is a two-sided coin. No literally, does the term Jekyll and Hyde ring a bell? That is the most comparable equivalent.

One the one side, he is empathetic in nature, tries to do well by his "family" and vampire kind in general, and is oddly friendly. In this state, he is charming and charismatic. He has a confidence that comes with years of intelligence and practice talking to people. Thanks to his empathic nature, he is truly sensitive to other people's needs and feelings. He stops to see what is wrong with someone who is upset, he buys little kids ice cream when they drop it on the sidewalk, hell he would probably rescue a cat from a tree if someone asked him nicely enough. That is just how he was raised and this is the personality he grew up with. This is how most people see him, a protector and a kind man. The lucky ones don't have to see the Hyde to his Jekyll.

You see, Alistair is the type of a guy you could easily chat with for hours in a bar. However, when the time came and he asked you for your number, you would without a doubt decline or give him a fake one, because despite his charming outward demeanor, there is just something off putting about him. Maybe his smiles don't quite reach his eyes, his laughter comes just a second too late at your jokes. His eyes have a gleam of something just a bit too sinister for your tastes.

On the other side of Alistair lies a very sick and twisted shell of a human being. This Alistair is cold and calculating. He thinks only about what he wants and when he wants it. If you ask him for a favor, you had better have something he wants in return. This side of him also uses his empathic abilities, but for a much more sinister purpose. He uses people's feelings to manipulate them into doing what he wants. In this state, his is obsessive, violent, narcissistic, and borderline psychotic. He will do anything it takes to get the objects of his affection. Alistair likes pain. A lot. He likes to be punished, likes the feel of a whip against his skin, a blade sinking into his flesh, the feel of silver searing his hands. He also likes to inflict pain He likes hearing others beg for mercy at his hands. The lines of pain and pleasure have become fuzzy to him. He can no longer tell the difference between someone's scream of agony or cry of pleasure. To him they mean the same thing. In his warped psyche, He has come to know torture as a form of foreplay. As a result, he really doesn't care if his partner is willing or not. He has taken countless women on his own sadistic whims.

In short, Alistair is a walking contradiction. He is both a sinner and a saint. He can switch personalities without warning or thought. No one is quite sure of what the trigger is but those who have seen it and are lucky enough to be alive now aren't keen on standing by to figure it out. If few had a guess it would be the fact that his desires and his responsibilities tore him in two directions so forcefully that he created a separate personality to help him achieve what convention and his own self image, would not allow him to pursue.

Sexuality: Heterosexual...mostly. He has had flings with other males in the past and doesn't really care what gender he screws, just as long as he gets what he needs from the experience.

History: Alistair was born in 1610 to an English scholar and his devoted wife. As a boy, he was put through rigorous studies and allowed very little outlet for childish creativity or even boyish roughness, unlike the other boys of his age. He was taught that his most powerful weapon was his mind and that he should sharpen it as a soldier would a blade. Alistair was taught Latin, French, German, Mathematics, theology, And of course the great modern literature. He spent nearly every waking moment with his head in a book or his quill on parchment. It was his father's greatest ambition for his son to become a tutor to the great nobles of Europe.

While other children frolicked and played in the streets of London. Alistair studied hard and longed for release, some escape from the monotony that was his life, even at that young age he was painfully bored. He started to question his father's "Good intentions". He would create vivid fantasies in his mind as an escape from his painfully small world. In his eyes, his father became a fool that didn't know what Alistair was really capable of. Alistair had potential and his father refused to see it. As bitter and resentful as a small portion of him became, he still wanted daddy's approval...no NEEDED to be the son his father wanted him to become. It was a demand that his heart would not let go of. So, when his father got a job as a tutor to a duke's daughter in the countryside, Alistair said nothing against it, and was sent to live with their family.

While in the countryside, Alistair fell in love. Her name was Mary and she was the most beautiful thing Alistair had ever seen. She was fair skinned with soft long blond hair, and to him, she seemed an angel. but it turned out that this angel had a darker side. One night she called Alistair to her room claiming that she needed more help learning her French. Unfortunately for him, her intentions were not Academic. She had ropes and candle wax in the room and was completely naked when Alistair entered. That was Alistair’s first taste of Masochism. It took the burns on his skin weeks to heel, but the effects of that night would last for centuries. They continued their love affair in secret for months, a student and her tutor by day, passionate violent lovers by night.

One night, when her father came to check and see if Mary had said her prayers that night, he came into the room to find Alistair whipping his daughter with a riding crop while she...well let's just say she wouldn't be kissing her mother with that mouth anytime soon. He went into a fury and tied Alistair to a post in the stable and whipped the skin off of Alistair's back. After the whip was finally dropped there were 132 marks on his back, and he enjoyed every one of them. Thoroughly repulsed by himself he fled. Unable to go back to his father in shame, and unable to go anywhere in London, for fear that his reputation would proceed him, he left England all together and went to Paris.

The city of love was much more tolerant of his...needs. He even got a job for the French court translating for the nobles of the court. He charmed his ways into the hearts and beds of most of the women and even some of the men of the French court. Alistair had tried to curb his more...distasteful urges and was received well in most of the homes of French society. He still felt restless and empty inside though. He hadn't felt alive since he was a young fifteen year old in the stable. He roamed the streets of Paris for years, praying to come across a few muggers or a good bar fight. Instead, what he got was Evangeline.

He was at his favorite brothel, drinking himself into a stupor, when Evangeline came up to him and sat almost in his lap. She was beautiful, inhumanly so, but that wasn't what attracted him to her. What made her gorgeous in his eyes was the fact that she oozed danger and death. When she suggested that they "go someplace ore private to talk.", He immediately agreed. They went back to his townhouse and then Alistair was introduced to something totally out of his realm of torture. She bit him! She actually sucked his blood. It was the most pure and liberating thing he had experienced in his short life, and he wanted to be whatever it was that she was.

After a few days he set out to find what she was. He used the palace library and came across only a few promising things, but the most fitting was the 'vampire'. He went back to the brothels every night in search of this mysterious vampire woman who had fed on him. Just as he was about to give up hope, she showed up in a brothel about two miles from the original one. He confronted her and told her he knew what she was and that he wanted to be one too! She was stunned to find someone who was as quick to track her down and find out what she was. She also noted that he was sort of angelic looking and very charismatic. After weeks of a cat in mouse game where she would run from him and he would find her, she went to her council of elders and pleaded on his behalf, stating that he was "too interesting and intelligent to kill". It took two years but finally the council and the elders came to the decision that Evangeline could turn her newest protégée.

At last, Alistair had what he wanted. He was a strong being; something that he thought would help him curb his odd tastes. He hoped that the act of feeding would be enough. Unfortunately for him it wasn't. Now not only did he crave weird fucked up shit, but he also had a super strong body and the ability to slip into other people's dreams. It wasn't a pretty mixture. To add to all this confusion, he couldn't sleep...ever. He had no reprieve from the constant nagging thoughts in his brain.

From there on things just got worse, Masochism became a gateway. Why stop at enjoying the pain yourself? He decided that it would be best to spread the pleasure around. His tastes turned more violent and soon, he ran out of willing participants. Once that happened, he simply slipped into people's dreams to get what he wanted. There in the confines of their mind he reigned supreme. He could do whatever he wanted to them with no visible consequences. In their dreams he was merciless. He played women like puppets on strings, bending them into whatever fit his whims. He could hit them until they were raw and bruised and hear their cries and in the morning when they awoke, they would be shaken but physically okay.

The dreams lead slowly into sadism and suddenly it wasn't just enough to dominate someone's mind, he wanted their bodies and souls as well. He tried to find a replacement, something to give him the perfect high he felt when he was 15. Nothing compared. The road to perfection was long and tedious. He slipped up now and again and had to dispose of the bodies in the safe darkness of the night, but he never gave up the hope that he would find the elusive someone who could complete him as Mary had. Somewhere in the back of his mind a part of Alistair was screaming that this was wrong! What would his father think, If he could see Alistair like this?

Then Alistair was torn. Torn between what his super strict new family demanded he do, what his father had raised him to do,, and what his body almost commanded he do. Soon, his problem would be solved, or at least he thought it was solved. Around the 1800s, when Alistair and Evangeline were staying in one of the Azrael houses in Italy, the council was called to "deal with" a member that had dared to feed on the blood of an unwilling donor. Alistair watched through envious eyes as the vampires fangs were ripped from his mouth and thrown away. It was then that Alistair knew that he could never be caught. For that would risk Evangeline reputation as much as his own and he could lose any standing he had in his house. That night he left with his maker and headed for the Americas.

That was the night when Alistair became two separate entities. It was like the two lives he led became distinct people and they were both stuck in his body. He wasn't been aware of the fact until Evangeline pointed out, during a fight, that he was behaving like two different people. She left him because she could no longer live with the monster she had created and she didn't want to turn him in to the elders. He was left to soak in his own madness and let the monster go unchecked.

The good thing about living in a coven with unlimited power and a rigid hierarchy, they had property EVERYWHERE. He was able to start over fresh, and be the golden boy everyone thought him to be. He donated blood devotedly; he did everything the House asked of him without the slightest hesitation or complaint. He was the poster child for vampire humanity...back before there was a need for such a thing. Of course...now and then he would get that itch that just couldn't be sated by normal means and he would slink away for some late night debauchery. It was amazing what you could do when you didn't sleep.

Since the Light of May: Alistair couldn't give two shits in a bucket about Light of May. He was a little pissed that he had to uphold his coven's laws even more closely now, since they were trying to prove how benign they were to humans. Other than that, it hasn't made that big of a difference in his life. He moved to the Michigan branch of The House of Azrael about a year after LoM and has enjoyed the pleasures of Ad Gustum for the last few months...particularly Tanith, the resident dominatrix. The minute he saw her, he knew she was different. She reminded him faintly of the girl who had started it all, his Mary. Both personalities loved her. The golden boy wanted to be her knight in shining armor, and the Demon wanted to posses her for his own. Soon, his memories of Mary were replaced with Tanith. She became some sort of idol and sick fantasy that he could never obtain. He knew that he had to keep her in his life. He asked her on a date before, but she had turned him down flat. Alistair was not content to simply share the tie they spent together during their sessions. So, he did the only thing he thought he could do. He did something that she couldn't possibly ignore. He set all the blood slaves free and welcomed the consequences.

Special Skills/Abilities: He is a very quick study and an usually do thinks after being only shown once, and he is fluent in several European languages.

Personal Weaknesses:

Completely off his Rocker.-Alistair is probably clinically insane. He is masochistic, yet he wants to be everyone's golden boy. The two warring conflicts set off a bipolar personality. He's charming your pants right off of you one moment and then scratching his arms hard enough to draw blood the next. He is very unpredictable as a result. Alistair is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get...but you hope to god it's not the coconut one.

pain addict - Alistair is obsessed with pain, both receiving and dishing it out. He enjoys the feeling it brings out in himself, but he also likes watching how people react to it. And he's not limited to just physical pain. To Alistair, there's just as much to be enjoyed from causing someone emotional pain as well.

pushes things too far - If there's a boundary, Alistair will cross it. He digs too deep in stories he works and he takes jokes too far. He's constantly pushing the envelope, just to see how far he can get, completely ignoring whatever danger that might lie in wait.

hotheaded - With a mood that can change on a whim, he's got a short temper to go with it. The slightest thing can piss him off and next thing he's throwing punches. He's the first guy into a brawl and the last out.

You belong with me- Every couple of years, Alistair finds a new and sole object of his affections. He latches on to that one special someone and will not let go. He will try until the object of his affections either submits, dies, or somehow turns him off. He will follow her(or occasionally him) to the ends of the earth, walk over hot coals, or cut himself with silver daggers for just a minute of that persons time. This is definitely a weakness because it makes him do stupid shit and it is bad for his, and his obsessions health. He won't feed, he puts himself in danger, and he almost always hurts the one he obsesses over.

Personal Strengths: Trustworthy – Alistair is just one of those guys that you always know you can count on. He won’t tell your secret, he’ll return your favor, and he always, always keeps his word. As cold as he may seem sometimes, there’s something about him that makes people want to confide in him—maybe because they know he won’t go spreading their business around. That he rarely, if ever, even lies, inspires a sort of general impression of honesty and good sense. If Alistair thinks it’s okay, then it must be okay, right?

Loyal Protector – Alistair takes care of his own, and when you’re his own, you are until you die. He will fight to the death to protect the people he cares about with no thought whatsoever to his own safety. He doesn’t take on these loyalties lightly, and when you’ve got Alistair on your side, it’s an honor and you’re better off realizing that. Just because he'll die for you doesn't mean he appreciates people doing risky things willy-nilly because they know Alistair has their back. He'll save you, he'll always save you, but he'll be pissed about it. Ask him to do something and he’ll do it, even if he thinks it’s a stupid idea that’s going to get everyone involved killed—he’d rather be there to do what he can to keep more stupid things from happening, at least.

High pain tolerance- On the flip side to masochism is that he has a high tolerance for pain. You an't be tortured if you enjoy it....Kinda like that odd saying It's not rape if you say surprise.

Family: No actual family. they died centuries ago. However, he considers all members of the House of Azrael to be his family.

Living Conditions: Currently, he is being held in the basement of Ad Gustum for reasons that will be played out in game. Normally he lives on one of the House of Azrael properties.

Career/Job: None.

Preferred PB: Guy Pearce.

ETC: He has a thing for the color red, he owns all of the Anne Rice books, hates Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and frogs scare the crap out of him.

I am not Guy Pearce or Alistair Kane. This is purely for fun.

Schools:

None listed

Friends:

None listed.

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4: _and_she_burns, _phlegmatic, charlieangel, littlestangel

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