Alistair "Blood" Bath, from The Lucky 13, a roleplay on RPG

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Appearance: Alistair is an animal of a man, and it's apparent upon first meeting him. If his height, a lumbering six foot ten, isn't enough to intimidate a person out of a fight than other smaller aspects might. For instance, his jagged teeth which had been manically filed down to points in a mad rage, is that doesn't seem too off putting you than his long neglected nails with the faintest hint of skin and dry blood stuck beneath them might. Much of the hair that hung to his collar bones like a pair of dusty old curtains on the sides of his face when he first met the Major is no longer there. Cropped and shaven close to the scalp as punishment for a fight with another of those inmates chosen for the mission. Losing the dirty strawberry blonde hair that once covered the scarred landscape of his head wasn’t the only thing he has to show for his troubles. A series of memorabilia highlighting the arrival of Major Rogers and ending with his failure aboard the shuttle of the HSM Triumph now adorn his ghastly white body.

His posture remains poor standing with a more pronounced hunch sporting a three inch scar in his midsection, the result of a near fatal bullet wound. A second bullet scar can be found on his left shoulder the result of a ‘through and through’ compliments of a provost guard upon Jakau Gamma. The electric blue eyes that once peered out from behind those curtains of hair are now cold and dark, almost lifeless. Below the crooked bird-like nose remains the disfigurement in the upper lip, a trophy of his first encounter with a Tarnakian soldier, made worst by a pistol whipping at the hands of a woman scorned.
The scar from the wound has placed what appears to be a permanent sneer upon his face. The same woman is also responsible for metal cap plate riveted to the back of his head after shattering his skull taking him to the ground.

Much of his right side is now covered with rough dark red raised areas of scar tissue as a result of the fiery grenade blast. His fair hair no longer grows from the damage skin over much of his body. The thick coarse hair patches that do grow he keeps shaved close to the skin. He is often found staring past an object into space writing off others even before they have rejected him.

Personality

Alistair is quiet and reserved falling into a solitary shell, without uttering a word since the incident aboard the destroyer. Some account the lack of speech to the effects of the blast and the resulting surgery. Others such as Major Roberts are not as forgiving seeing it as just another well thought out guise to hide his true nature, much like the child-like stammer he hid behind when they first met. His body has become unfeeling exhibiting little reaction to pain or external stimuli. After what has happened to him it is doubtful that he will ever trust again. He is sometimes found sitting within the confines of his rack hands folded, rocking back and forth emitting a soft quiet hum, what has been described as a coping mechanism to the recent trauma he has endured. It is said solitary confinement is used to break a man. If the brilliant intellect that once defined the man is still inside one can only speculate on what is to come next.

What was Alistair is currently lost to amnesia brought on by the blast aboard the (damn I forget the name). Surfacing from the recent trauma he has endured is a totally new persona. A character he had developed in his mind during his time in solitary confinement while he methodically planned his next escape. A military grunt that is brave and loyal, unquestionably following any order he is given from his superior. The Major is suspicious that this is yet another ‘act’ provided to keep the military leader off guard despite the prognosis given by the doctors. Alistair prefers to be left alone, choosing to spend his free time in the confines of his rack to the barrack's commons.

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History

Crime: Murder, Aggravated Assault, Cannibalism, Kidnapping, Impersonating an officer, and Resisting Arrest. Treason (if you can call it that), Destruction of a Federal Destroyer.

Sentence: DEATH (original sentence)

Years Served: Ten years upon Jakau Gamma now awaits sentence in solitary confinement within Federation Military Brig

Bio: Alistair grew up in a normal childhood environment, a mother and father within a somewhat loving household. Even at a young age the child was somewhat withdrawn from others. Smart as a whip he was tormented and teased by the neighbourhood children for his robust eating habits and stammering speech impediment. Things only got worse when at the age of ten that his mother left him and his father to up and do god knows what. And while this did cause a few emotional scars it didn't quite mar him like it might have other children. No, Alistair's main concern always seemed to turn back to food, and how he could get his hands on it. As a child, up to perhaps the age of fourteen Alistair was always slightly overweight. He'd gorge himself on various things, only to realize that nothing really satisfied him and stop eating for what seemed to be days on end.

It was when he was fourteen that Alistair tried something different. His neighbour had a cat, a beautiful creature that always seemed to wander too far into his territory. While the thing was friendly, this always did anger Alistair. One day he decided to solve the problem, he chocked the bastard to death. Of course afterward Alistair realized he was knee deep in a rather huge problem. There he was, a dead cat on his lap, and his father coming home soon. So what did he do? He cut the creature up and ate the remains little by little.

For a few years throughout adolescence this animal hunting went on. First it was cats, then dogs, and then something in a different category all together. As one could imagine, animal hunting didn't exactly make the cut. It had gotten boring for such an active intellect, something was missing, and the seventeen year old Alistair couldn't find joy in it anymore. The meat didn't even taste as savoury as it used to. So he switched his prey to something else, a young woman who lived not too far away from him.

It began with stalking, of course. After all, how would he make his victim nervous enough to put up a fight? After three days, and his victim getting increasingly paranoid, he struck. She screamed and clawed at his face, though the clawing was nothing he wasn't already used to. Shortly into the fight he managed to beat her head in with a rock, stopping the fight and providing him with his next meal.

After that Alistair spent the next few years sampling all kinds of people. Sometimes he'd even keep them alive, cutting off chunks and cooking them in front of the victim just so that he could gauge their reactions. However, one day he went after the wrong person, the sister in law of a major politician, and thus was found and put in jail. Not that it mattered to him, the man was rich and from what he'd learned the rich tasted better. He didn't regret it.

The events leading up to his sentence within the Jakau Gamma Penal Colony are of little significance to the man which scours the mines below the prison for scraps of Platinum. It is his intellect, physical strength and a nose for finding that precious white that has kept him alive this long. All this in spite of the death sentence placed upon his person and the grisly crimes he still commits within these walls. He is the monster that dwells within the tunnels below, the Commissar’s own horrible tool for punishment. As much as these developments shaped what Alistair was they pale in comparison to what he may become following the incidents aboard the HSM Triumph.

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