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Name: Alistair Kingsley

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Lesser Vampire

Magic: Life Energy Manipulation - When he activates his magic, his opponent will slowly start to feel fatigued or tired while he slowly becomes stronger as he absorbs their energy. The longer the fight goes on, the greater the effect. Essentially, he "debuffs" his opponent while "buffing" himself and the effect of both slowly increases over time. However, he mostly uses his magic to "taste" the energy of the patrons he serves at the bar to feel out what might be wrong or if they need something specifically said to them to help them feel better. He likes to help those troubled people who come there to drink away their problems.

Age: 203 (Yes, he keeps track. Physically appears to be in his early to mid thirties)

Occupation: Night bartender at a classy bar in the inner circle named Tali's Place

Appearance:
Appearing physically fit but not like some body builder, Alistair has a pleasing amount of muscle like that formed from regular exercise, however he is far from bulky. If you were picking a fight with someone in a bar, he isn't really someone you would immediately think to avoid picking a fight with since he doesn't have impressive amounts of muscle to intimidate you with. His skin varies from a shade of pale grey to being fair skinned with an almost rosiness here and there, depending on how long it has been since he last fed. While his physique might not intimidate you, his eyes might make you uneasy at the very least. His pupils are cat-like, narrow slits against a crimson background. Despite the demeanor of the one possessing them, one cannot help feel uneasy as they seem to observe you in an eerie, almost predatory gaze. Mostly, this is just an aspect of his strain of the vampire disease passed onto him. A pair of pointed ears, prominent canine teeth, and stark white hair all were gifted to him by the vampire who turned him. His hair is kept short and he is a bit particular about keeping it well styled. Usually, he will get annoyed if you purposefully mess it up. His features are over all, generally found to be attractive: high cheekbones, Greek nose, and a masculine jaw.

Working at a classy bar, he will generally wear a typical bartender outfit, white button up shirt, black vest, bow tie, and all that. Taking pride in his ability to be a great bartender, he makes sure that his uniform is wrinkle free and clean. More casually, he usually just wears jeans, a random t-shirt, and nice boots.

Personality:
Generally, there are two sides to Alistair: the professional side and the casual side of him. The professional side comes out while he is working with customers he is unfamiliar with, know prefer him to be professional, or those he doesn't like. This "version" of him is quite polite, speaking respectfully and doing what he is asked to. He stays out of his customer's business and only acts as the one who brings them drinks. Strictly professional. Charming and charismatic but distanced. However, his more casual self comes out now and then, especially around those he knows. But, if he sees someone who might need a little bit of advice or help, he will "taste the energy" and do what he can to help. He just can't help himself sometimes. Yes, he knows that you should keep things professional but how can you not help someone who is very obviously troubled? He's a softie, so what? If he knows you well enough, your drink will come with a free side order of sarcasm and him giving you a hard time. Just another service he provides.

History:
About two centuries ago, Alistair was born to a poor human family in the outer circle of the city. Growing up was hard with how little money they had and he had gone hungry more than once. Once he was old enough, he decided to take up odd jobs that were usually pretty dangerous and no one else wanted to do them. Honestly, it was probably a miracle that he survived into adulthood. Especially when you consider how he and his friends would dare each other to try and pet the canal eels in their free time. Yeah, he wasn't the smartest kid out there but probably one of the luckiest because he didn't die at least. B y the time he was eighteen, his mother had died from a sudden illness, his father had remarried, and his step mother had kicked him out of the house. Maybe he wasn't very lucky but just lucky enough to survive.

Following years were a series of odd jobs and barely making ends meet that Alistair barely remembers now. It wasn't until he'd had a stable job for a few years around the time he was twenty seven at this dingy little tavern called The Drunken Corpse that his life started to get interesting. The tavern was not very clean and neither were the patrons. The drinks were horrible too. So, when a beautiful woman came into the tavern looking very well dressed and obviously not from around there, Alistair took notice. She was a vampire, he could tell that right away. There was something alluring about her that seemed to draw your gaze and hold it effortlessly. As she came up to the bar, Alistair decided that he had done far more dangerous things in his life and decided to flirt with the vampire. The two hit it off and soon became lovers for a period of time. However, after about six moths, he just so happened to catch a cold. Severe, the kind that made you feel like you were dying but really wouldn't kill you. Unfortunately, the vampire was unfamiliar with how humans worked and was certain he was dying when she came to visit him. So, in a desperate but unnecessary attempt to save his life, she made a "soup" containing a fair amount of her blood. Since he couldn't hardly taste and was a bit delirious with fever, Alistair hadn't noticed. All he knew that his cold seemed to get worse from that point before getting better about a week later. When he finally felt well enough to stand, he noticed how light his body felt. Not only that, but his teeth felt strange in his mouth and he felt very thirsty.

A note beside his bed which he found out was left by the vampire he had been spending time with read something to the effect of "Hey, so you're a vampire now. Congrats! Oh, and I am going on vacation for a few hundred years. Sorry~ But don't think I would be so mean to not give you some advice! Remember, if you make a mistake you can just sleep until everyone who knew you made the mistake is dead or they forgot about it. Bye~ P.S. I set you up with a better job. You can thank me when I get back!"

Well, things certainly were different. But the change wasn't very hard. He worked at night anyways, so the sensitivity to the sun didn't bother him too much and humans would eat blood anyways, so having to drink blood wasn't that weird. Kind of like really needing a cheeseburger every week or so. Plus, he ended up with a great job in the inner circle! Way better pay and and able to live in a much better part of the city, maybe he really was the insanely lucky?

Other:
- Eyes will fade in color when he hasn't had enough to eat
- Gained the magic he has, enhanced strength, and the ability to entrance people who have weaker wills to basically suggest that they do or don't do something.