ALISTAIR VALENTINE: you can live with what i'm not

[Alistair Valentine]

grey skies & light fading ,,



"i'm a punk, i'm a sinner, i'm a lost new beginner, i'm a threat to myself, i'm a get armageddon,
i'm a freak, i'm a liar, i'm a flirt, i deny that i know it then i mess it up. i'm a bit suicidal i'm my
own worst rival, train wreck, white trash, freak maniac psycho, i'm a trouble making rebel,
made a deal with the devil, i'm way past ever coming back."

THE OOC SECTION
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CHARACTER NAME

"Trickster." Real name Alistair Kaine Valentine. Also goes by various other names.

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

A man of height six foot one with a muscular body, Alistair Valentine is, by no means, unattractive. His muscular form is not bulky but, rather toned. He is pale skinned despite claiming to be from a "warm region." The only evidence towards this is the fact that he tans rather easily in the sun. "Trickster" looks to be unmarked from a distance, though, starting from above the centre of his lips and traveling diagonally left to below them, is a thin, barely visible scar. Alistair has golden blond hair, scraped back out of his face though in a messy style. Should he feel like it, his hair may be left hanging partly over his forehead, but not by much. His hair getting in the way of his vision gets on his nerves. Speaking of vision and associating eyes with that, Alistair has bright amber-orange eyes, but they have been documented to change to grey-blue on occasion.

His normal attire is quite simple. He wears a plain, deep red dress shirt with a black tie - the top button of his shirt is often left undone to give Alistair a casual, laid back look to him. On occasion, he will wear a charcoal-black waistcoat, but it all depends on his mood for that day. Dark coloured trousers are tucked into knee-high flat-heeled boots, laces all the way up the leg of it - but don't let that fool you, there's a zip on the inner leg of his boots. To complete the Trickster's attire is a black coat, reaching his knees in length.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY

To put it simply, Alistair is not quite... well, normal.

Without getting to know him, he seems to be no more than a sadistic individual who enjoys playing tricks and lying to others. It's been known for Alistair to, when introducing himself, give himself a completely different name - such as Samuel T. Bennett. He'll act like a different person too, and can fool a person into thinking that he's someone else. Well, if he tries hard enough, he is quite lazy at times. Alistair is a good actor, with reason being that, while he does enjoy lying to people (It's quite fun), he doesn't want people to know who he is.

Alistair is a strategist. Sort of. He likes to observe places and people, enjoying the reactions people give because he finds it interesting. As a result, he enjoys putting people in miserable or chaotic situations in order to study the reactions of other people. Because of a long life, Alistair understands a lot of human actions and tendencies, but despite the knowledge he still enjoys putting people in horrid situations, because "everyone is different", but it can be presumed that it's become a cruel habit of his. Which it is, but shush. Alistair likes to know people, and know how they work, and know how to defeat them. In order to gain this knowledge, he is quite a conversationalist, though more often than not he tries to get on the nerves of people to make them annoyed and/or angry.

A key thing about the Trickster is the fact that he is lonely and solitary. Yes, he doesn't like people knowing about him, fearing the fact that he may be betrayed, but he still feels lonely and depressed at times. There are very few people that he is close to and will show his softer side towards. These people are very special to Alistair, and if they are threatened and put into a dangerous situation (Only he can do that to them, if he wants to) he will become reckless and destructive in order to save them, overcome by his deep desire to protect those that he loves. One can easily note that his protectiveness over people he's close to is due to his loneliness, but if he's questioned on it, he'll either snap and get defensive, or disregard the question.

CHARACTER HISTORY

Not quite human, not quite sane, just a man who believes himself to be the closest thing to god.

Or something like that. At least the slight god-complex isn't in your face.

The Trickster doesn't remember much of his past life. He doesn't remember what his job was, how old he is exactly, nor the reason as to why he died. He can't remember where he came from, he can't remember the name of his first adopted son, and he can't remember why his scythe has blood all over the blade. He also can't recall why he woke up with a lighter in his hand, why he woke up with both arms and he doesn't remember why he started three groups of lists of three. Probably for extra emphasis.

Alistair's pretty sure he was created, not born, but he doesn't remember exactly. The memories from that time are foggy, but he does remember that he has two younger brothers and a younger sister, as well as an adopted son who was murdered at the hands of some guy that he brutally murdered as revenge. Yeah, brutal murders were a casual thing for Alistair.

After the adopted son, Alistair had three children, the oldest of which somehow created a not-really-mute mute female version of himself (the son, not Alistair), so that meant that he had four children. Or three and a half. Or three. He can't really be bothered to think about it. After these children - who he didn't really spend time with and may or may not have left the first three to be orphans and fend for themselves (to which they did, and became great warriors because of it!) - Alistair had a pretty simple life of causing chaos and being a womanizer .. or humanizer, considering his sexuality. Oh, yeah, don't forget the gambling that he did or the fights he got into just to feel an andrenaline rush.

Of course, anyone's life is bound to change when they fall in love with a guy who has a wife. Who they just got married to. Yep, Alistair, your infamous Trickster with a itsy bitsy god complex, ended up with a crush and had a burning jealousy. Cute. But anyway, Alistair did what any other messed up person would do and killed the wife of the guy he fell for without him knowing. Ouch. Yeah, it was also their honeymoon. Did I forget to mention that?

Though anyway, in a nutshell, what happened afterwards was Alistair pretty much took advantage of the poor guy's depression and kinda saved his life. They became partners in crime... or... partners in chaos, though they weren't together in a relationship for reasons that were completely normal - Alistair wouldn't admit his feelings for Slick. Though, later on, waay later in his life, Alistair may or may not have abandoned his crush partner in chaos for a ... few decades. Of course, the guy would have hard feelings and be hatin' on the Trickster 'cuz haters gonna hate after Alistair returned. Not really. When they met again, Slick was angry that Alistair had cheated him out of all his money (Hey, he also wasn't looking to see who he was gambling with), but when he got up to punch Alistair in the face he realised who it was and let's just say they drew the attention of everyone in the casino with their passionate face eating. Don't die laughing, you still have some bit of history to go, tidbit.

So, where was I? Oh, right. Yeah, after their reunion there's not much to be said. They confessed their feelings for each other and bam instant-relationship they didn't actually ask each other out it was just assumed lol why would grown men do that they'd get embarrassed. Well, instant relationship for a few months anyway. Come start of new year, when they were out and about, trying to find something to do, Alistair was attacked and separated from his lover. When his lover found Alistair, Alistair was dangling from a cliff with the guy standing on his hands. Ouch. This is when the whole situation starts to get foggy for Alistair. He can remember falling to his death, but thing is, he's pretty sure that he should be missing an arm.

But when he woke up in the Distorted World, he had both arms, and he was drained of energy. He was weak and not one of the top-dogs of his world any more, reduced to the same level as everyone else in the new world. Right now, Alistair wants to regain the power that he once had, and cause as many chaotic and miserable situations as he can for entertainment and learning along the way, but his top priority is searching for his lover, but that might take some time.

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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,

THE IC SECTION
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"Hello there. You've just arrived in the Distorted World. Why don't you tell me your name, and the first thought going through your head right now?"

"Mind telling me what I did last night? No? Alright, fine. Call me crazy, or Trickster.."
[ real name: alistair kaine valentine. ]

"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?"

"How about you tell me where you are from." He's being difficult. He's probably hiding something.

"Can't say I've ever heard of it. Well, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What are some of your likes and dislikes?"

"You're probably an automated response android. I didn't say where I came from. Interesting. I wouldn't be surprised if my daughter created you. What do I do? Oh, not much. Generally I piss about and stir up some trouble so I can observe the reactions of the people around me. Where there's trouble, there's a eighty-twenty chance that I'm the cause of it or at least around there." He yawns, stretching his arms upwards. "I like chaos, question marks and Slick. I don't like being wrong, people getting in my way or boring people, like you." He smiles in a sickeningly sweet manner.

"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?"

"Definitely an A.R.A. You probably don't actually have things in common with me. Though, thank you for the compliment. You're not the first to say that to me." He pauses. "You're getting ideas."

"There's no need to be shy. They always say, if you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, enough about that. Who are you allied with?"

"I'm not being shy. Wow, I forgot how bothersome A.R.A.s are. Still, easy enough to predict." His fingers flex, then his hand clenches into a fist. "Though, if I flaunt it and get people following me... Well, he's going to get jealous." He gazes at the other. "I want to say fuck all the alliances, but I can't, can I?" He pouts. "Decide for yourself. I am very temperamental."
[ agent of chaos - though he may show traits of being a soldier of light. ]

"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?"

"Of course I do. I'm a little warped." He yawns, then raises a hand, frowning as he places his hand against parts of his body and mumbles numbers under his breath. "Six foot one, shortie."

"Drat! Just four inches too tall. Although... hmm, would you mind if I asked you on a date? Don't worry, I'll buy."

"Ugh, please, I have this desire to just /destroy/ you." He narrows his eyes a little, a dangerous tone to his voice before it seemingly just vanishes. "I would mind. I'm taken."

"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?"

"The uh, flowery foresty place. I mean, obviously there's not gonna be a venue here. It's a wild area. I doubt people would like to go to a restaurant served by jelly."
[ sunleth waterscape. ]

"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?"

"Yeah. What's the name of this place, if you just remembered it? No, not going to say? Oookie doke!" It should be noted that there was a twitch of a smile on his lips in response to the place being described as scenic.

"Well, thank you for the lovely conversation! I'm afraid I'll have to be leaving you, though, since I'm going to explode in about three seconds anyway. Buh-bye now!"

"Oh, brilliant! First day here, and I've already killed someone." He watches the 'A.R.A.' explode, before turning away, unphased. However, his eyes narrow as he mutters under his breath, something along the lines of, "I'm a mess. There goes the last of my ener...gy..."

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uptown it's dead now but ,,

THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAME

DARKEE OR RAINES.

ROLEPLAYER AGE

I AM FIFTEEN.

EXPERIENCE

SOME AMOUNT OF TIME I CAN'T REMEMBER.

PASSWORD

SCREW YOUR CURAJA.

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out here no one seems to care at all ,,

THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLE

What met his deep blue eyes was not something that he expected. As he fell to the floor in a crouch, Flame Fossil in hands, Noel looked around, searching for his target, but his tense posture relaxed out of confusion as he stood up straight, looking around the backstreets for any sign of a tall, purple headed man. There was none. And this didn't look like Valhalla in the slightest.

He frowned, holding the two swords loosely by his sides before sheathing them and returning the weapon to his back. Searching for an answer, the young hunter turned around to question his friend. "Hey, Serah, do you know where--" He stopped. "Serah?" Then, the brunet hissed, tensing immediately once again as he looked around. Him and Serah had been separated. He had no idea where he was, he didn't know where she was, and he had made a resolve to protect her. But how could he do that when he didn't know where she was?!

Okay, Noel, calm down. First things first, figure out where you are.

After taking a few moments to still his anger, the brunet looked around, taking in the appearance of the backstreet he had landed himself in. It was dark, but even then he could tell that the buildings around him where made of stone, or brick, toned sandy tan. Quickly, he ran through a list of places where this could be, and immediately he thought of the Bresha Ruins, Oerba and Paddra. The places all had building materials in common, but Noel soon felt a sinking feeling when he tuned in to the sounds of people bustling about on the streets proper. Oerba and Paddra were ruins, they were abandoned. Paddra not as much, as, like the Bresha Ruins, it was inhabited by Academy officials. Perhaps it was one of those two places then? He'd have to find out.

Turning on the heel of his foot, Noel jogged out of the alleyway, slowing to a stop when light hit his skin. No, this wasn't either of those places... Unlike the ruins of Bresha on Cocoon, the buildings stood tall and proud, and unlike Paddra, the people walking around were not in Academy uniform.

He was lost.

And he had lost something very important to him. Someone very important. Noel, as he stood there, suddenly groaned under his breath as he felt a small ache in his head. What had he lost? He cringed a little, wondering if his memories were acting up because they had changed the future again. But they can't be, could they? Confusion flooded the eighteen year old as he stepped to the side to avoid getting in the way of passerbys (who he was pretty sure he was getting odd looks from as he stood there and stared at the sky).

The steady flyby of a... Was that an airship? It didn't look like anything he had ever seen before. It didn't look like the ruins of an old airship buried in the grounds of his world at 700AF, nor did it look like an Academy airship. Noel wasn't big on technology, but he could definitely tell that they weren't similar in the slightest.

Where am I?

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