ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
when you find yourself alone. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ and your mind is not your own. ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ when there's no one left to call; ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ, the writing's on the wall. theme song: Billy Squier's Lonely is the Night. |
name: Alastair.
alias: Demon, Al. gender: male. species: demon. age: unknown. origin: Britain. status: with Arcanum anthro appearance height: six foot four. weight: 224.3 lbs. build: large and lithe. muscle: some. |
Alastair is a serious and mysterious male that entices and frightens many a normal being. His body drips a toxic substance that others have yet to identity, but it strangely seems harmless to those he is comfortable around. Those who have been brave enough to test it find that prolonged exposure can either poison, heal, or give you an acid trip depending on the dosage and the time exposed. No one knows quite what it is, and Al only has the patience for so many tests.
They believe him to be some sort of demon hybrid of a serpent and a wolf, but he has no snake fangs of any kind; the only venom seeps from his body. Aside from his odd looks, this creature has a very confusing persona overall. He is described as cynical, logical, and lacking a true sense of humor - his sarcasm and dark, twisted ideas of what's funny tend to put people off. He is very calculating and intelligent, never one to jump headfirst into a situation without examining the possibilities over and over again with exact knowledge of the odds and the risks. Always the literal one, Al has little need for poetry and figures of speech. He is blunt, to the point, and serious at all times. He only really loosens up around those he is comfortable with, and even then he is still rigid and strict in moderating his own behavior. |