A crime lord seeking to start over in the Proxi plane...Where there are no rivals...
Tall and imposing, well toned, but not overly muscled. He stands at around 6ft 5" with broad shoulders. He wears a floor-length black trench coat, with black fatigues and millitary boots underneath. His bald head is decidedly sinister, with a "Satan" beard. (see picture if you don't know what that is.) He is 45 years old.
In a word, ruthless. He roots out his enemies, or those who would stand against him, and destroys them utterly (often in freak "accidents"). However, he is a man of his word, and looks out for those who would side with him. His mind runs in a very millitary manner, assigning every task priorities and protocols. He knows how to keep his cool in the worst of situations, and is an expert at lying and bluffing, good enough to put some politicians to shame.
Two Colt .45s in hip holsters, an Ares FMG tucked away in his breast pocket, and a variety of knives hidden all over his person. He is very profficient with all of them. He also carries a hand-held computer that is capable of performing various tasks, and keeping track of whatever he needs to keep an eye on.
Born in Scotland, Alaric was just one of those people who was always getting into trouble. Even when he was a kid he spent long periods of time in juvenile prisons. The offences he committed were numerous, ranging from breaking and entering, to arson, to simple antisocial behaviour. Eventually, he was old enough to be involved in serious organised crime. He was sent to prison numerous times in his late teens and early twenties for vaying offences, most notably armed robbery and murder. When he got out, he was contacted by the Russian Mafia, who needed somebody to work internationally. He climbed quickly through the ranks, until he was the head of their overseas operations. The profits he netted in arms deals with terrorist groups, the drug trade and other illegal avenues were massive. Massive enough for him to split off and start his own front within the UK. He rose to prominence within two years, eliminating his rivals and merging with his allies. He still maintained good relations with Hotel Moscow, however, and did a few odd jobs on the side for them. Recently, he discovered the Proxi plane, and instantly saw opportunity. Here was a world free of competition, where he could start over, and not have to worry about law enforcement, for the most part. Wherever there are people, there is crime. And if there's going to be crime in the Proxi world, he's going to be behind it, at least in part. So it is that he has gathered his resources and entered the plane, leaving behind a legacy of crime that will be truly hard to best.