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Alastair Devlin

"You don't understand how important humans are."

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a character in “Thicker Than Water”, originally authored by AthaNielsen, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"You're the one who's naive, not me."




The Basics




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Full Name: Alastair Devlin
Nicknames and Aliases: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 172
Ethnicity/Race: Irish
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Species: Vampire
Occupation: Regent




What's on the Outside




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Hair Color: Dark dark brown, near black
Eye Color: Does not apply to vampires
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 183 lbs
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Scars: Various scars from working as a child, mainly on his hands and legs
Description: Alastair's appearance polar opposite of his personality, while he acts like a stubborn teenager, his body makes him look even older than Caius. Although he's shorter than his mentor, he nearly doubles him in muscle mass, and is quite well chiseled. One of the things representative of his personality is his face and expressionism. He almost always has a smirk plastered on his face, or looks amused, and even when he's angry he acts immature, immediately boiling down to screaming rather than trying to work something out.




What's on the Inside




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Personality:
{Cocky, Naive, Pigheaded, Manipulative}
Cocky, boy is he cocky. But he has good reason to be, Alastair is amazingly young to be in such an important position in his coven. He’s highly intelligent, but also is one of the few in his coven with the same position on treatment of humans. He believes they’re severely important to the world, and not just a food source, so much to the point that he is against blood slaves completely, even if they are in such a position willingly. Alastair’s interests usually include watching humans and interacting with them, so he goes out a lot at night, which is also when he gets most of his feeding done since he believes it’s more humane to attack a stranger than someone in a position of servitude. Despite his position against blood slaves, he has no problem with manipulating young girls he meets when out and about, and thinks it’s perfectly fine to take advantage of them in one way or another while they’re under his control.
Hobbies:
People watching, Learning about new things in the world, Writing
Habits:
Stares blankly while thinking, Bites lips when uncomfortable, Makes rhythmic tapping when nervous
Oddities:
Short temper, Possible Sociopath
Likes/Loves:
  • Manipulating humans
  • Innocent humans
  • Hurting others
  • Hurting people's confidence
  • Arguing
  • Angering Caius
Dislikes/Hates:
  • Being proven wrong
  • Being called naive
  • Getting ridiculed for his age
  • Letting prey get away
  • Being taunted




What's Done Is Done




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Biography
Place Of Origin: Dalkey, Ireland
Birth Date: November 17, 1842
History: Alastair was born in 1842 in Dalkey, Ireland and arrived in the United States near the end of the Industrial Revolution in 1850 at the age of 8 years old, fleeing the Great Famine with his family. Back in Ireland, he had 2 younger sisters, but only arrived in the US with one remaining due to losing the other to starvation. Immediately upon arrival in the states he went to work in a textile factory where he was lucky enough to not sustain many injuries while trying to contribute to his family. Alastair always had a close relationship with his family growing up, despite harsh treatment of him by his father. But his relationship with the owner of the factory he worked at was much closer. The owner, Caius, and his wife were like a second set of parents to him, and he would often stay there whenever his father became violent due to drinking. Later on, Alastair’s father would die in a factory accident in 1864, leaving his mother spiralling into a depression, which was only worsened when his sister got engaged and moved out west. She died a few years later in 1867, leaving the 25 year old with no remaining family near him except for Caius and his wife, who happily took him in and let him stay with them until he got back on his feet. As time passed, he noticed that his caretakers never seemed to change from how they were when he was a child, and Caius easily told him their origin when he inquired, and later went on to change him as well. The makeshift family moved across the country, eventually landing in Detroit after getting word of a small coven growing in numbers located there.
Happiest Memory: Being taken in by Caius
Saddest Memory: The death of his father




Face Claim: Colin Farrell

So begins...

Alastair Devlin's Story

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Character Portrait: Danika Petrova Character Portrait: Alastair Devlin Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Ethan Hawke
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Instantly, Annelise relaxed in his arms and gave a small smile as their eyes met. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as she pressed closer to him on instinct, giving a small whimper as blood started flowing from her rapidly and gripping his shoulders a bit tighter.

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The slave waited silently, only smiling as she clutched her neck, a trace of pain barely lacing her features. She was content as long as she could do something good for her master. She flashed a weak grin when their eyes met again, taking the cloth gratefully and murmuring a thank you as she applied pressure to the new wound. With a small sigh she wrapped her arms around his neck limply, leaning into his chest now as she let her breathing slow.


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Footsteps slammed across the pavement, quickening when another person was near. Alastair kept his head down and his hood up, desperately trying to hide the blood that soaked his shirt and covered his face. He wasn't normally a messy eater, but that girl would stop fighting him so he couldn't help the blood going all over and had to wipe her memory before knocking her out and patching her up. He rolled his eyes at the memory of her screaming frantically and writhing against his every action. The Irishman sighed with relief at the sight of the house, hurrying in and slamming the door shut, hearing a scream of fear at the noise from Annelise. Great, all he needed was Caius and his lapdog awake right now.

Hesitantly he walked into the kitchen, groaning at the amount of coven members present. "I'm not in the mood to hear it." He started, knowing he would be reprimanded for his actions as he walked past Caius, narrowing his eyes at Annelise while she stared at him in horror.

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Character Portrait: Danika Petrova Character Portrait: Alastair Devlin Character Portrait: Rory Faith Beckman Character Portrait: Annelise Nielsen Character Portrait: Caius Dubois Character Portrait: Ethan Hawke
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ImageEthan nodded to the Doyen then went over to the young woman standing by the fridge. She had white liquid in a glass which he assumed was milk. He looked at her and tried to begin a conversation. After all, they both had a very big part in the Coven's success. "So how are you today Ms. Petrova?" He inquired, subconsiously holding his neck as he tried to ignore the smell of blood that came from Anneliese and off of Alastair's fangs.






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ImageRory continued reading. Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness. He was much older than the parents of our school contemporaries, and there was nothing Jem or I could say about him when our classmates said, ‘My father – ’ Jem was football crazy. Atticus was never too tired to play keep-away, but when Jem wanted to tackle him Atticus would say, ‘I’m too old for that, son.’ Our father didn't do anything. He worked in an office, not in a drugstore. Atticus did not drive a dump-truck for the county, he was not the sheriff, he did not farm, work in a garage, or do anything that could possibly arouse the admiration of anyone. Besides that, he wore glasses. He was nearly blind in his left eye, and said left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches. Whenever he wanted to see something well, he turned his head and looked from his right eye. She stopped reading, wondering why it was so quiet in the house. She slowly made her way to the staircase, listening for movement and speech.

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Caius slowly wiped the remaining blood from his lips with a stroke or two of his thumbs, pinching his lips together as his fangs slowly retracted. His other hand was the one that rested upon her shoulder, but he slowly let that fall, too. His eyes slowly darkened in color, becoming a more saturated, burgundy color. He watched her afterwards as she pressed the cloth to her neck. Two thousand years gave one enough time to be able to assess emotions of another. He could see the pain that laced her features subtly, yet there was a blissful look on her countenance, too. He'd never known what it was like to be fed upon continuously, for the only time a vampire had fed from him was when he also joined the ranks of the undead. He couldn't imagine the feeling of fangs digging into flesh felt good.

Her neck was exposed briefly as she applied the cloth. Small, circular marks peppered the same area, more or less, indicating where he continuously fed. Similar marks could be found on her wrists, most likely, for he had fed there when he was less familiar with the girl. Her arms wrapped around his neck slowly as she pressed against him. Under normal circumstances, he would not have welcomed the touch from a human. However, he allowed her to cling to him, for he knew he couldn't let Annelise wander with an open wound. It was far too risky, and he knew it would be difficult to find another human healthy enough to feed from.

"Are you feeling alright?" The question was part of a subconscious routine now. It was a bit pointless, really, for who could be "alright" when they'd just had blood sucked from their neck? Still, it was the thought that counted, no? As he waited for a response, the front door opened.

"I'm not in the mood to hear it." Had he not been sated at that point, perhaps Caius would have turned on the younger vampire in a blood-fueled rage. He managed to keep his wits about him, however, as the strong stench of blood overwhelmed his heightened senses, bathing him in the comforting scent. The scene before him was far from comforting: covered in blood, Alastair moved through the kitchen, past the Doyen. Caius's paternal love for the younger man began roughly a century ago. What both lacked, the other could give. Just as parents a children fought, however, Caius and Alastair suffered from their fair share of arguments and disagreements. It didn't help that they were both nearly equals in the coven, for the two constantly contradicted each other.
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His grip on Annelise loosened as he looked at the younger vampire, more or less his son, in shock. "What...what did you do?!" His voice began soft, still slightly garbled from the blood. As the outrage built up, however, he found his voice and projected. As Alastair continued to walk, he reluctantly moved away from Annelise and trailed after the Regent. "Are you mad, Alastair?" Suddenly, assuming the young vampire continued to walk away, he grabbed him by the shoulder and turned Alastair to face him. Caius's pale fingers gripped the other vampire's shoulders as he leaned in closer, burgundy eyes flashing with anger. "Do tell me you at least disposed of the body! I did not form this coven for you to murder humans and parade with their blood smearing on your clothing!" His brow furrowed, lips curling back in anger as his fangs began to appear again. "You not only risk exposing us, you risk exposing yourself to the diseases mankind has brought upon themselves!" He almost mentioned Lydia and her gruesome end, but he knew he would be unable to find the courage within to do so. He had yet to come to terms with her death himself.

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Annelise sighed softly, smiling in content as Caius allowed her to cling to him. She hardly ever got to do this.. But she knew it was because he was afraid of her getting too close and something going wrong, but he would never admit it. She lifted her head weakly at the sound of his voice, "Mm, I'm fine.." She cooed, wiping the last blood leaking away as she pulled the cloth away. Sighing, she put her head back down when the door open, only the give a scream of surprise when it quickly slammed shut, signalling Alastair's arrival. The girl gasped, her breathing shaky as she recovered and gazed up at the young vampire when he strode past, getting a harsh glance in return.

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Still clinging to Caius the best she could, she listened to the two start to argue. This wasn't gonna be fun.. Her breath hitched as she felt the comfort of her master's arms begin to leave her. "I.." She began, stumbling when he pulled away and gripping the wall for support. Slowly, she hobbled her way out of the kitchen and into the living room, easing herself down on the couch and clutching her neck. As fine as she acted, she still got exhausted from being fed on, she couldn't help it though. A creak was heard on the stairs, causing her to give a small gasp and look up in surprise.

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Nag nag nag. That's ALL he ever heard. "I said I don't want to hear it!!" Alastair snarled, whipping around to face his "father" and sending a hateful stare before walking onward again, wiping blood from his face. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he would have probably shoved him off but if he complied to his whiny demands and explained this wouldn't take very long. At the look on Caius' face he could only roll his eyes. "You're overreacting!" He groaned, "You really think I killed her?" He scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief as Caius went on. "You not only risk exposing us, you risk exposing yourself to the diseases mankind has brought upon themselves!" The cocky vampire would have continued, but the reminder of Lydia hit him like a brick without it even needing to be said. "Whatever.." He choked, tears threatening to well up in his eyes as he shoved past and walked upstairs.

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ImageRory stayed in the shadows, almost looking like a frightened young girl when Annelise rounded the corner and looked up at her. She watched with her vibrant green eyes that fought against the dark red that was fighting to take control. "Caius Cassius." When the girl seemed to be confused by this fact, she decided to delve forward. "Caius Cassius was a Roman senator and the leading instigator of the plot to kill Julius Caesar." She didn't think of Caius that way but giving a woman like her books like that gave her things to reference to real life. The girl still stood there as did Rory, locked in a never ending loop.

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Even though he was still concerned for Annelise's welfare, Caius hardly noticed it when she hurried from the kitchen. His pale hand tightened around a handful of the material that made up the shoulder part of Alastair's shirt. "Do I look as if I give a bloody damn whether or not you want to hear it?!" he snapped. He cared not if he spat blood into the Regent's face. The younger vampire was covered enough in blood that it would make little difference. Truly, it did not seem like Alastair to kill a human in such a bloody manner, but it was not like Caius to admit he was wrong.

"That is beside the point! Had a human seen you feeding in such a sloppy manner, what would you have done? Had they run, would you have run them down, too?!" Caius tightened his fist. "Why not just feed from the slaves? It is healthier, it is safer. Your defiance will be the end of you, boy." He spat the last word in Alastair's face tauntingly almost. He hoped for a response out of Alastair, but the young vampire only grew unresponsive and pushed Caius roughly aside to leave. Speaking of Lydia upset Caius enough for him to loosen his grip so that Alastair pulled away with ease.
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"Come back here, damn you! You coward, you ungrateful bastard." He wheeled into the living room, long hair flying into his face. Angrily and ungracefully, he brushed it away from his face. Caius's hair had the look of over-straightened hair. It still came in relatively thickly, but the only thing giving it any semblance of volume was the breeze. It had reflected the period for thousands of years, but the vampire found it hard to shear the hair he'd grown out during the sixties. Another sign of his unwillingness to move on.

Caius entered just in time to catch Rory's remark. As Alastair disappeared from sight, he slowed down, scowl still distorting his features. Without even looking to Rory, he nodded. "Cassius was never a fan of men with too much power...he was a seditious man who was killed in battle after defying his leader!." The last statement was, quite obviously aimed at the vampire who had fled up the stairs. But the Roman senator had certainly known how to turn friend on friend...Caius would have never dreamed of assisting in the assassination had it not been for Caius Cassius.

He spared a glance for Annelise, checking to make sure she was alright still and not too shaken by the yelling. Knowing his yelling was futile now, Caius slowly breathed inward and outward, calming himself before he turned to Rory. His eyes, saturated enough that they looked black, blinked once, twice, at her before his lips curled into a smile. Blood still colored his lips redder than usual, making them stand out against his milky flesh. Fangs retracted quite quickly into his gums until only sharp, normal-sized canines remained. "Good evening, mee carissime," he said softly, disrupting the cycle of Annelise and Rory staring at each other. "Sleep well? I hope Alastair did not wake you."

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"H-Huh?" Annelise choked, trembling slightly as she sat paralyzed on the couch. How was she supposed to reply to such a statement? She opened her mouth hoping some words that made sense might come out but she was so exhausted from feeding that she couldn't think straight. In some way it came as a blessing as Caius screams echoed through the house after Alastair, it got Annelise out of the uncomfortable situation but.. She hated yelling. It terrified her and brought back memories she liked to keep locked away until needed. Tears welled up in her eyes as she shrunk in on herself, frantically wiping away any trace of sadness as Caius entered the room still yelling.

The girl lifted her head slowly as the two vampires reached a lull in the conversation, locking eyes with Caius and giving a pitiful smile in an attempt of reassurance. "I'm ok.." She croaked, clearing her throat and lifting her hand from her neck. "See? No more bleeding.."

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ImageRory nearly growled as the Regent passed beside her. He had woken her from the little sleep that she got too many times and sleep was a rare thing for Rory. Her attention turned back to Caius when he spoke. "Cassius was never a fan of men with too much power...he was a seditious man who was killed in battle after defying his leader." She shrunk back into her corner, ashamed that he had heard her comment about Caius Cassius. "Good evening, mee carissime, sleep well? I hope Alastair did not wake you." She was about to respond when the human girl replied before her. She knew it was pointed towards herself and not that blasted Annelise. She stayed shrunk in her corner, only half of her face showing as her eyes turned a deadly venom green that looked evil. "That comment was directed towards me Ms. Nielsen." She spat. It wasn't often that Rory got interaction but she relished in it when Caius spoke to her. "You need to hold your tongue." She didn't mean any malice behind it because she was just irritated that the Regent couldn't act more mature. She looked back towards Caius and saw a look of disappointment on his face.