Alastair Victor Derora! (WIP)

[ALASTAIR!]

ALASTAIR VICTOR DERORA

Character Basics

Home Planet: Earth.
Playby: Conor Oberst
Age: 21
Nickname/Codename(s):
Alignment: Unintentional hero (darn those morals!)

Appearances Are Everything

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Eye Color: Brown.
Hair: Dark brown.
Civilian Attire: He wears things he finds comfortable. That can range from a simple t-shirt to a flannel shirt to multiple layers in the winter with some form of jeans, whatever works for him. He doesn't care about fashion, but he takes care to make sure he doesn't look like a slob.
Costume: None.
Scars/Tattoos/Marks: None.

What Makes You Tick?

Powers:

• Long-range healing (through music) - Alastair has the power of long ranged healing through musical instruments. The musical instruments range from his own voice to any ordinary instrument he carries. Electric instruments must be plugged in to work, as the healing depends on the volume of the music Alastair makes. The louder the sound, the quicker he heals. The volume has no effect on the range, it is always up to a radius of about 80 feet. The person, however, must be able to hear his music in order to get healed, so background noise is taken into effect and Alastair's powers scale accordingly. The closer he is, the louder the music is to the person, so being close generally helps, still.
  
• Increased speed (through music) - Just as it says, Alastair's speed increases while running and playing an instrument to that of a marathon runner. Nothing incredibly and blatantly inhuman, but something out of the ordinary. This is used to get away, mostly.
  
• Innate capability with all musical instruments - Alastair, in keeping with his power, has the ability to play any potential instrument with the prowess of a virtuoso, being able to play any series of notes perfectly.
  

Weaknesses:

• No fighting ability whatsoever - He doesn't know martial arts. His powers have no destructive properties. He cannot fight besides kickincrotchandrun, and that, of course, hinders him in battle. Mainly, he can't.
  
• Powers incredibly dependent on environment - His powers rely on environmental sounds being as low as possible, and that the person is paying attention to him. If those are less than perfect, then so is his healing. He has to get closer or louder or else the person will take much longer to heal.
  

Weapons:

• None, unless you count his inventory of instruments.
  

Unique Skills:

• Besides his musical capability, nothing.
  

Character Information

Character Personality: Alastair generally dislikes most people. He sizes them up with a first glance and decides then and there if he wants to be their friend or not. If you're deemed worthy, congratulations. If not, then maybe you could change his mind, but it's unlikely. If one is considered a friend, then Alastair is loyal and, to a degree, nice, kind and even *gasp* friendly. To strangers, he is very quiet and seems almost willing to get out of the conversation ASAP.

Inside, he's a bit more chaotic. He constantly envisions the worst possible scenario, which is normally some far-fetched death that is extremely unlikely. He is paranoid, thinking most people are going to betray him in the end, even those he is friendly with. Despite his antisocial tendencies, he really is just another person in the world. Being another normal person, he wants love just as much as anyone else. It's difficult to acquire due to his trust issues, but maybe one day.

Character History:

Sample Post

The Sample:

Lying down on a nice, comfortable mattress with equally welcoming sheets always had its perks, especially when combined with any sort of audiovisual stimulation that was pleasing to the senses. In this case, it was a concert. Alastair, however, wasn't on a comfortable bed. It was a bed, definitely. One could deduce that one with only a cursory glance, it wasn't difficult. But this bed's springs were a bit rusty or something. It had been used entirely too much and was decades after its time was worn out. But, for Alastair, this was home, relaxing on the top floor of a music shop.

It was dusty, instruments strewn about but carefully propped up as to gather minimal dust and to minimize any sort of damage that may occur. If he was obsessive over one thing, it would be the condition of his instruments. As soon as strings started to wear, Alastair needed to replace them. A chip in a guitar? It won't last long, Alastair knew every trick in the book to make chips unnoticeable.

But today, he wasn't worrying about the condition of his things. He was more preoccupied with why this band broke up. They were obviously excellent, some of the best music he had ever heard. Alastair was a bit pretentious when it came to musical taste, but nobody could really deny that this band was amazing. Of course, music being subjective, one could easily deny that, but Alastair chose not to associate with those kinds of people.

Today was his laziest day in weeks. Months. He had done relatively little with his power thus far outside of discovering that he had it. It wasn't really noticed. Nobody had gotten injured to the point where he absolutely had to use his healing powers, and everyone just thought he was some sort of musical prodigy. Fine. Alastair didn't care much. He wrote his own stuff, yes, but he preferred the music of others, even though his may be better. The things he wrote were too... Familiar. Like a song he had listened to twenty times over the course of ten years. They were worn out.

And so, Alastair remained motionless, staring at a screen projecting beautiful lights and beautiful noises, all while hoping the damn thing wouldn't die on him again.

About You!

Name: ALASTAIR OR NICK, DOESN'T MATTER TO ME~
Experience Level: You know ;D
Characters: Miles & Hinrik!

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