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THE YOU:

Name: Alistair Creed

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Hair Color: Silver

Hair Length: Falls just above the shoulder

Eye Color: Violet

Height: 6' 8

Weight: 278lbs (( Including the weight of his horns and wings ))

Body Type: Lean

Health:
● Due to his crystal structured eyes, Alistair does not possess a normal eyesight. In fact, he views the world differently altogether. Each shard of crystal that constructs his eye works as a single eye, causing him to possess a kaleidoscopic eyesight.
○ Due to how his body made itself out to be, he is unable to stay exposed under sunlight for too long without fading into nothingness.
● The darkness that manifests within his being would devour him if he refuses to part his third eye open, or if he fails to retrieve the missing gem for his third eye.

YOUR ROLE

Role: High Priest of Leo

Kingdom: The Maude (( Has no affiliation with any kingdoms whatsoever ))

Home: N/A

Current marital/relationship status: Widower

Race: Dragon

ABILITIES&WEAPONS

Ability:


○ The Hollow- The eye socket upon his forehead that once held his third eye would now remain closed, never to be opened again, though it seems, his abilities have altered to fit his current situation. Whenever he forces his third eye open, a large beam would be shot through his hollow third eye, giving a dark ominous aura to it as it causes the objects it grazed across to rot. Even if light is the weakness of darkness, darkness is also the weakness of light. The brighter the light, the darker the shadow. As long as the light shines directly into his eye socket, he wouldn't be able to use his ability at all.

'However.. if you refuse to placate the being dwelling within you, you will suffer a pain worse than death. Are you willing to die in the place of others? Others who, too, will die from the ravages of time. Is it worth it?

Your life.. over theirs?'

Weapon: This is the appearance of his dual whip sword.
●It can be torn into two, or it could be fused together as a large sword.
○ It can also detach itself, turning into a full-fledge whip that could cut.

Stats:
● Strength: 10 (+10)
○ Agility: 5 (+10)
● Endurance: 7
○ Intelligence: 8
● Traits: Riding (Given), Literacy (-10), Escapist (-10), Master Swordsman (-25), Master's Presence (-25)

SECRETS

Personality: Alistair is a very quiet, cautious and serious man who much prefers to act mature and do things his way rather than following the rules, in which triggers many unpleasant opinions from other people. However, despite so, he lives his life disregarding others' opinions of him. Ever since the death of his wife, he has stopped approaching people, and has lived his life believing that he would harm others. He is very vengeful, especially if those he cares about are harmed. However, Alistair doesn't behave this way, not before the tragedy struck him. He was once a cheerful young man, one who finds beauty in every single person. He is sweet, kind and caring and it is only because he fears getting hurt that he has built walls to keep people at bay, to lock his heart away. But somewhere deep within, that kindness still lingers, that warmth still remains. It only takes someone who's patient enough to break through to notice such a thing.

Bio: You, a young child, wandered into a temple. Leo's Temple. It was dark, and it held an ominous aura. The knives and sword that drove through the wall gleamed painfully, and in the midst of the swords stood a tall man with silver locks and on his body, you notice the rumoured crystal shards it had, the dark dragonic arm he possessed. You recognized him to be the High Priest. When he turned around, you notice the cracks upon his forehead, the third eye he has yet retrieved. You ask him about his story, and he'll tell you to take a seat. You notice his demeanor was different compared to the usual, he was softer, much kinder.

"Alistair Creed. The High Priest of Leo? I never dreamed of this. I never wanted all these to be honest. I just wanted a normal life, to be normal, but it seems fate would not let me have my way. I was born the odd one out in a village located outside the four kingdoms. I had crystals upon my skin. I was born with gems and a slightly deformity. I couldn't appear fully human. I had the arms of a dragon's, dark horns protruding from my head. I was.. strange. Our ancestors, the people of the village, one would be chosen to become the next high priest, to serve the God Leo. And naturally, they assumed I was the chosen one. We lived in poverty, but I felt content with what we have. However, it seems that wasn't the case for most people. Greed, was what drove them out of the village when they would attempt to rob me for my crystals, my eyes. Our village would not tolerate an act such as that, and because of what had happened, I was kept inside for as long as possible, out of reach, out of harm. I couldn't set foot outside, and the next thing I knew, months had gone by. I craved the touch of others, the love from the villagers. Not even a small speck of sunlight could reach my skin. I was kept in the dark." you notice crystal growing upon the places where his hands rest, and disappearing once they had lost his touch. "Then came a day, bandits overtook our village. They've heard of me, of what I have to offer and they would slaughter in cold blood, robbing each household of their valuables albeit little. I was the last remaining one. I could feel my mother's fear when she held me in her arms and rushed me to the temple. My ability was to see a few seconds into the future. I could predict what most likely would happen and we dodged many attacks with it. But even so, we never made it. Her blood splattered, and red was all I could see. I was grabbed, and the pain that filled me when my mom desperately held onto them was unbearable. My third eye, was painfully dug out of its socket and I would curse. Curse why life was unfair. Why I was fated with such a tragedy. I was filled with hatred and vengeance, and as if the gods could hear me, down came the powerful strike of a lightning. Many were killed in an instant, and some had ran away. My eye.. had gone missing since. I didn't know what happened after. I woke up to this.. to this dark temple, where I was looked after by the high priest. There, began my days serving the God Leo, who has heard my plea, my prayer. And nothing in this world would ever be enough for me to express my gratitude. The god shall have my loyalty and service, for as long as I live." your eyes were fixed onto his empty eye socket the whole time he spoke of his third eye, and you notice how the cracks were slowly reaching towards his closed eye.

"Ever since then, I have been afraid of people. I have been afraid of stepping outside and I would live each day cowering in fear. I was a small child, what could I do? I felt vengeful, I felt hatred and whenever someone comes by to dig their weapons into the wall, I felt a piece of me feel at ease. Years went by where I would keep my appearance hidden beneath a cloak, and one day, came a young girl. I was eighteen, and she was a year younger. She would speak to me, about the disaster that befell her family, and she would pray that the god could give them the punishment they deserve. I thought that was it to her, but she was persistent. She wanted to speak to me, and I would have her thrown out of the temple for causing disturbance. But day by day, she came back and I would push her away all the same, until she stopped coming altogether at one point. It was supposed to be peaceful, yet I couldn't help but feel rather uneasy. That was the first time I've stepped out after a while. It was raining, and there was little to no one in the streets. I was thankful for that. I found her shortly after, collapsed on the muddy ground on the way to the temple. She was the most foolish person I have ever met, who was willing to go to such an extent, but somehow, I felt.. moved. There were people who genuinely cared, who didn't crave for wealth. Did you know what she told me the first thing she woke up? That I had kind eyes. That I wasn't as horrible as I made myself out to be. She believed in me, and in return, I'd believe in her too. Years passed, and I fell in love with her. We were married three years after." Alistair lifted his left hand and you notice his missing ring finger. "This is a ritual, to pledge your loyalty towards one another, by having our ring fingers taken off. It is a tradition passed down in our village. Did you know? She came from my village, too." and it was then, his face fell. You wonder where his wife was. Why she wasn't here with him, and it was then, he started to speak again.

"Up until this day, my third eye remains missing, and I still haven't been able to find it. Have you heard the saying that no matter how good a person may be, there is still darkness that lurks within? This is exactly it." you notice him open his third eye, and a dark ominous beam came out, devouring those within its way. However, as he directed his head in the direction of the light that shone through from the outside, the beam would stop and cease to exist at all. "My third eye acts as something that would balance out the darkness within. With it gone now, it's starting to feed on me, little by little, it would devour me whole. It needs to feed off a life force once in a while, in order to keep it satiated. I thought things would be alright, as long as I kept it repressed, but.. I didn't think it'd escalate this far.. Nyx, she-.. She gave her own life to sate the darkness that dwelled within, she-.. gave herself to me. I remember her last words she spoke, that it wasn't my fault, that she was happy, because she got to do something for me. Everything happened so fast, I couldn't even tell her I loved her. She just.. disappeared." he heaved a sigh, and you notice the slight tremble to his shoulders. "Five years have passed, and everyday had been torturous ever since. Everything felt so cold. I feel so cold within. Not a day goes by that I don't miss her laughter, her smile. I believe one day you'll find someone you'll grow to love with all your heart."

"The high priest passed away a few months back, and I was chosen to take his place. It's the only thing I can do, to devote myself to the God Leo. My saviour. What's left to keep me sane. Now do leave. This isn't a place you should dwell in. You shouldn't.. come near me."

Dreams:
● To live in the afterlife after he has passed on.
○ To find a worthy candidate to become the next high priest of Leo.
● To once again retrieve his lost possession. His third eye.
○ To be able to face people once more, to live a life where he doesn't have to worry about people harming him for the jewels his body creates.

Greatest fears:
● Being hunted down and stripped of his crystal wings, horns and scales. But above all, he's afraid of people robbing him of his crystal eyes that reassemble dark gems that illuminate even the darkest of the areas with its soft, ominous glow.
○ Never being able to locate the whereabouts of his stolen 'third eye'.
● Being devoured by his own power.
○ Hurting another person with his power.


Unique mannerisms/physical habits:
● He'd rub his forehead -where is third eye is located- whenever he's in deep thought or whenever he's pondering over something.
○ He balls his hands into a fist when he's frustrated, or whenever he feels agitated. If he's holding something within his hand, he'd dig his claws into that object.
● Whenever he's being untruthful, he wouldn't gaze directly into the other person's eyes.
○ He'd start humming without realizing whenever he's in a good mood.
● He'd go through the many knives and swords that were stabbed into the stone walls whenever he has time, and he'd go through the name one by one.

DETAILS:

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Dragon Length:
● Full Grown: 47ft tall, from head to toe, 72ft long, from head to tail.
○ PreGrowth: 2ft tall, from head to toe, 7ft long, from head to tail.

Dragon Weight:
● 5650lbs
○ 31lbs

Dragon URL picture Link:
● His scales are black, as hard as iron. They act like cages, protecting his 'insides' which are made out of pure amethyst. His wings appear to be in fragments, each iron pieces holding an amethyst crystal in between. Many tried to hunt him down in the past though they've failed rather miserably.

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○ Alistair doesn't necessarily have to take the form of a large dragon. He has a smaller form, one before his iron scales would grow. One where he is simply fully made out of pure amethyst.

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Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
● His left hand does not have a ring finger. It was taken from him during his marriage ritual. It was their tradition, to show their faithfulness by removing their ring finger. Men on the left, and women on the right.
○ His forehead has noticeable cracks upon them in which leaves purple markings upon his pale skin. It reaches towards his third eye but if they were to touch his eye, Alistair would shatter, completely devoured by the dark power that manifests within him, and he would cease to exist at all.
● On the center of his forehead, there is a very thin line, the mark of his third eye.
○ He is unable to appear fully 'human'. The skin on his left arm is replaced with his dark dragonic scales, and his fingers would be replaced with claws instead of a human hand. His crystal engraved horns and wings are exposed, thus making him a target of many.. black market merchants.
● If he fails to retrieve his missing amethyst eye before the cracks reaches his third eye, Alistair would suffer a pain worse than death, to suffer a pain of being devoured by his own power, to be unable to ascend into the afterlife.

Owner: N/A

Price: N/A

Pets: He's very fond of reptiles, especially snakes. The snakes he foster within the temple ranges from a simple tree snake to king cobras and pythons, though they're mostly black in colour.

Others:
● Where his fingers grazed upon, small crystals shards would grow. However, if his fingers lose its contact, the crystals would cease to have exist at all.
○ He stays within the temple most of the time, and hardly ever steps out into the open.
● He keeps a robe on him at all cost, hiding his appearance beneath the cloak, fearing that he may be attacked for his bodily possession.
○ Alistair's power feeds off the heavy vengeance that would linger about within the dark temple, which is why he never really leaves at all.
● Despite being cold and distant, he has a large soft spot for young children.
○ Although he may be rather hot-headed most of the time, he would never bring himself to hit a woman.

Criminal Record:
● He can be charged for the murder of his wife, despite the situation being a terrible accident.
○ For simply attacking people who laid a finger upon him out involuntary reflex action.

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