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Name: - Alister Black
Blood type: O+
Nicknames: Devil boy, Solomon (Master by his creatures)
Place of birth: Indiana
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Joanna Black (mother)Deceased Andrew Black (father)Deceased Simon Black (brother)Deceased Jill Black (sister) Deceased
Relatives:All relatives Deceased
Base of Operations: None
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance: Alister stands about 6'1 to 6'3 feet tall with short red hair and red eyes. He can stick out like a sour note in some situations due to his "unique" fashions and especially his eyes if anyone looks at them though they can be dismissed as contact lenses. His pendent was something his parents gave him when he was 5 and that he never took off since no matter what. He is slightly pail skinned and of medium build. He has a small pack connected on his back by his two belts that he uses to hold his things (Flute, sleeping pills, bottled water, map, phone, mp3 player, etc).
Distinguishing Marks: His red eyes are a very distinguishing feature, 2 vertical scars on his back, His pendent he never is without.
Clothing/x-suit: No X-suit. Tends to wear dark colors though when he's just relaxing in his room he'll wear some loose red pants. His "normal" outfit is a black shirt with 2 clasps and flared cuffs, and a upturned collar, a pair of black pants with flared ends, a pair of brown shoes, two cross strapped belts, and his pendent and black gloves. He never ever removes his pendent.
Powers: Power of Creation/Summoning. He has the ability to bring things into being from nothing at all. These creatures are physical manifestations of mythical creatures, personality traits, dreams/nightmares, or just odd things. His powers are not always under his control. Sometimes for no reason at all something will pop up and do whatever it wants and sometimes he can't create anything no matter how hard he focuses. When he focuses there is usually a sparkle of light where his "Divine" creations appear where as his "Demonic" or nightmare ones are swirls of shadows. ( a side note to know is that his powers/creatures are not Divine or Demonic they are described that way as their appearance. The creatures are his different mental states given physical form.) The more focus he exerts the more elaborate creatures he can summon and the more powerful they become. However as a trade off the more powerful they are the less of them he can summon. If he has 5 creatures they will be mundane and pathetically weak but if he only has one it'll be powerful.
Weakness: Only his creations have any powers (ability to heal others, Super strong, None of them are telepathic or overly powerful so you don't have to worry about me godmoding them and they can be beaten) so he's totally vulnerable to anything that could hurt or kill a normal person. His powers are affected by the phases of the moon however. A full moon makes his powers weaker than normal, a New moon makes them more powerful, and a eclipse causes them to overload and do random things.
Power related issues: Can cause a personality break at times of stress. This causes him to go numb to everything and everyone around him and as such his creatures attack everyone and everything that moves. Constantly summoning can also cause this but will more than likely just exhaust him and if he continues he'll pass out.
Personality: Tends to keep to himself most of the time as he's quiet and doesn't make friends easily. He feels that if he gets close to anyone they'll either leave hem or his powers will hurt them so he stays away to protect himself and them. He tends to read more than most people and reads anything he can get his hands on immersing himself fully in the stories they hold. He plays a flute in a quiet out of the way place where no one can interrupt him or hear him as he finds it personal. It's not impossible for him to open up but it takes great care and time but once he opens up he'll do anything to help. This doesn't mean he won't talk to people or do things it's just that he'll be cold and distant from them at first. Most people's first impressions of him is that he's a cold hearted jerk.
History: Alister's powers first started up when he was 16 and until then he lived a absolutely normal life. His family was close and he went to school with his friends. He argued and fought with his brother and played. His powers were small things at first like shadowy images of disfigured squirrels or rainbow bunnies but then got sizably larger and stronger. They didn't appear in front of anyone so his parents didn't believe him when he told them about it. They simply thought it was Alister's imagination or some mental problems so they tried psychiatrists and when that failed to help used medication which also failed. When he learned to control it he did what everyone would do in such a situation. He used it torment bullies, get things he wanted, and of course play jokes on people. One night when he was having a particularly bad dream he woke up to what he thought was his own screaming but soon realized it wasn't his. He looked around at the mutilated remains of his family and the large cloaked figure of who is now known as Terror. He was raised in a foster home till he was 18 and got out of there as fast as he could. He managed for those 2 years to keep his "gift" from being noticed by staying away from people and trouble. The next 2 years he found were hard as he went from crap job to crap job doing back breaking labor for next to nothing. He didn't take any time to make friends as he didn't want them to share his families fate and add more faces to his nightmares. The few times he did reveal his powers to those he thought he could trust they tried to use him for there own selfish purposes. He found himself more and more displaced with people and withdrew almost completely from society. He began spending all his time reading books and playing a flute in his apartment. His mistrust of people only grew stronger the more he saw anti mutant groups form and openly attack mutants or people who liked mutants. His anger began manifesting in his creations as from time to time they'd appear when he was sleeping and rampage threw the city. Because of this he has to move frequently and has even resorted to using his powers illegally to rob places. He takes great care to only break in when no one is there and only if there is no other alternative. When he first manifested his powers he found it extremely hard to sleep fearing what would happen and still dose from time to time. He usually uses sleeping pills to get to sleep when he can't but doesn't like medication except as a last resort. He finally decided that it was time to find help as things weren't getting any better on his own and in fact were getting worse at times.
Sample RP Post: Alister walked around town for hours that night not really focused on where he was going. He needed the air to clear his head. He didn't know what he was going to do if "they" kept popping out in public. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed he was there every time someone was "mysteriously" attacked by an unknown assailant. Alister found himself in a park as the sun was beginning to disappear behind some trees and just sat on a bench with his eyes closed taking deep calming breaths. It wasn't as sudden as it had been but he felt it all the same and looked to the right just in time to see the swirling dark energy of one of his manifestations appearing. It was a manifestation of death looking right back at him with his hollow skull. A few months ago this would have scared the life out of him but now it was a normal event when he was alone.
Thanatos as he called himself placed his skeleton hand on his shoulder and tilted his head to one side, "It's going to be all right. We are here to make sure you are safe master and nothing else. Our contract stipulates that you are the one who must make the decision of your own free will and nothing or no one else." He looked confused as Thanatos wasn't usually the talkative one of the group. Just then a sparkle appeared to my left and a red haired woman appeared wearing and long flowing dress and holding a book appeared. "He's right Alister. We will not allow anyone to harm you. You are the balance in this world and as such must make the choices for this world and take upon yourself the burden of fate itself one day." This one always tried to comfort him in her own way. Delilah was her name and she was a master of healing but also a deceiver so Alister never really trusted her words at face value. Delilah and Thanatos were two very opposite "people" in my opinion and for them both to pop up and try to cheer him up like that was very unlikely of them.
He sat there alone again and began playing his flute for a few hours hoping that he could somehow make sense of things but never do. He put my flute back in his backpack and started walking back towards the apartment building when he saw someone standing there watching him. I man with a crooked smile and then he saw two more behind some trees with knives and crowbars. "I'm not in the mood today for this and believe me you don't know who you're messing with." He said with an almost classic tone as the phrase passed his throughout. It didn't seem to register with the mob as they started walking towards him. He raised his hand as a disfigured dog like thing swirled into being in front of him. It wasn't big but it looked like it had been dead for years but had fresh blood all over it's black leathery skin. It barked a few times as the would be muggers slipped backwards almost falling on their asses as they ran away screaming Demon and Monster but what they didn't understand was it was too late for them to run. Alister didn't feel right about what he was going to do but wouldn't allow them to hurt anyone later on if he let them just run off. A pair of corpses appeared right in front of them and knocked them to their knees as hands erupted from the ground holding them down.
"Simple minds of simple creatures and common street trash as you should know that if you decide on a life of anger and pain that sooner or later something will hunt you down. Well something far worse has found you today. I am neither good or evil but something all must dread and for you it's simply that your minds are not 'simple' enough to keep you out of trouble but not to worry, I'll help you with that." The corpses and dog disappeared as a strange two legged long nosed "thing" materialized in front of them. It waddled up to the thugs and placed it's nose on their ears and you could hear whimpers escaping each of their mouths as it seemed to be doing something do them. It had drank away their minds leaving them simpering, bumbling, mindless, and zombie like. "This is what you have brought upon yourselves from the path you have chosen. I have taken it upon myself to show you mercy by not killing you to protect others but you must live trapped forever inside your own body's unable to do anything but what is absolutely needed to survive. Goodbye and good luck." He walked away slowly with a dark smirk on my face and with a bit of satisfaction that 3 brainless thugs couldn't hurt anyone anymore. It was just a drop in the bucket but it was one more than there was before.
Back at his run down dilapidated apartment as he opened the door and examined the room for a second half expecting some nightmare to leap out of him as he pressed the light switch. The lights stammered before turning on completely partially lighting the one bedroom loft. There were books everywhere from all categories of interest from biography's, to fictions, to the dictionary. The unread piles were next to the bed which was the only 'tidy' area of the apartment. He un-synched his belts dropping his bag on a chair and dropping head first into his pillow and grabbed at the closest book that was half way read. He rolled over to the side placing his book next to him (Psychology of the Waking Mind) and began reading it again. He had only read a few pages in when he drifted off to sleep with horrible nightmares of his parents grizzly murder but instead of his creatures doing it it was him killing and torturing them over and over. He woke up the next day in a cold sweat that seemed to be normal to him now and headed first of all to the shower to rinse off. It was the same life just a different day to him as nothing ever seemed to change.
and his Knights go BOWLING on Sunday afternoons. He bowled a 280 LAST WEEK!
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