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Post by Alistair on Jul 22, 2010 17:12:56 GMT -5
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Alistair did not see himself as a villain, but he knew he wasn't a hero. Today's plan (one that had many goals) would cause him to befall in the villain category more then the hero one. So he was rather annoyed with how easy things were so far. Had he been a real villain, he could have had the city on it's knees in no time.
Camelot was having some sort of festival celebrating a new treaty signed by five kingdoms. The festival was lasting five days and on each day there was some sort of event, followed by some sort of ball. Today everyone had gone hunting. With all the kings gone hunting, most of knights seemed to be with them to protect them.
Which meant not only had been bale to walk into the castle, but make rather far into it with out anyone noticing. Thanks to so many strangers in the kingdom for the festivals, everyone assumed he was visiting. When a visiting knight wearing the right seal passed by, Alistair quickly came up behind him and wrapped his arm around the man's neck, cutting off the air supply until he struggling man passed out.
After stealing the man's clothing, Alistair made his way up the princess' room. This would allot several goals to be meet. 1: Embarrass the King 2: Get some much needed coins for the poor druids who were living in hiding. With so many visiting kingdoms, it would be near imposable for the king to keep this from them and the fact that it happened in his kingdom would embarrass the whole royal family and guards.
Arriving at the princess' chambers he knocked quickly, and made his voice sound urgent. "My lady, I bring an urgent message from the king."
[TAG: Isadora, My lady.]
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Post by Alistair on Jul 21, 2010 22:44:33 GMT -5
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So this was Camelot. Alistair had been on Uther's lands for a meager half day and already had was seeing things from his childhood. Landmarks such as lakes, and rivers were still standing just how he saw them in his mind. He had thought he might have made up how serene things looked here, but he saw he was wrong. He knew it was dangerous for him to be here, but at this point he no longer cared. Done was he, of letting his fellow people die for being what they were born to be. . . . . he just wasn't sure what he could do about it.
He had arrived on the border of Camelot last night and most of his half day here was actually a half night if you wanted to get picky. There were festivals, going on and Alistair needed to get into them. Before he joined his people he wanted to know everything there was to know about the ruling class, and the people most loyal to them.
Alistair saw someone ahead and he began to watch his movements more, not wanting to give away his position. Stepping up on the roots of a near by tree, he used them to mask his steps as he moved around the tree. This way no fallen leaves, nor sticks would make sounds under his tall weight. Once he was around the tree, and now behind the man (but not close to him) he paused to get a better look. he was maybe 25 yards away. Far enough that he still could not see the man well. When he did get sight of his face he relaxed. It was only a boy.
Stepping down (loudly) onto the ground, Alistair paused there so not to make the boy think he was going to attack. "Just I." He spoke, making his voice loud enough to carry. After a moment, he walked a few yards close but stopped with enough space between them that no attacks could be made. "Are you from these parts?"
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Post by Alistair on Jul 21, 2010 19:07:30 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Alistair
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Age:. 31 in season II
.:Race:. Druid
.:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Alistair is a well built, from years of living off the land, travel, and life. He has dark eyes, would have dark hair but he keeps it so short that its hard to tell the true color of it. His skin is darkened from spending days and nights in the elements further south.
.:Height:. 6'3"
.:Portrayed by:. Sam Worthington
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Alistair is the strong silent type. He often replies with no statements just a overly calm and serene almost eerie stare. He has learned that silence is often a greater way to make his mark rather making threats. He comes from Druid parents, and as some of their mentally. He also was raised by his uncle, a mercenary so he is used to hard travel, hunting and living on the move.
He has few earthly possessions, and does not miss the home life. He would not use the word enjoy, but he prefers the life he lives rather then being tired down. After the loss of his parents, he rather not have things in his life that he could lose again.
.:Strengths:. Strong >< Even tempered >< Excellent Tracker >< Thinks before acting / speaking >< Smart
.:Weaknesses:. Solitary >< Little friends >< Silence makes it hard to talk to others >< Dislikes change >< Druid background he is unwilling to hide.
.:Magic Abilities:. Seer - Has visions sometimes of events yet to happen. Often times he can not see the details, just random faces, or events. The closer an event gets, the more clear the dreams become.
.:Special Skills:. Excellent Swordsman, hunter, tracker.
.:Accents:. Has a deep almost raspy voice that holds a blend of accents picked up over his travels as a lad.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. The Kingdom of Camelot, not the city.
.:Family:. None alive. His mother; Sura, was a druid with his gifts and this father Tristram was a farmer. His Father's brother, Ulrich. Half sister: Korrina from his father.
.:Occupation:. Druid fighter; Sword for hire in his younger days.
.:Current Location of Residence:. Earth
.:History:. Born about ten years before Uther's war ageist magic began, Alistair has the mindset from that time. He watched as things changed, and lived though it. His mother, like her son, was a seer. She was one of the few who saw the war coming, and tried to warn the others. Because she spoken so openly about her gifts, she made her self a easy target. His parents were executed for this and his Uncle got him out of the kingdom before any harm could befall on the young boy. His Uncle was a man of the land, always on the move looking for someone who would hire him out to do whatever was needed. Having little morals, his uncle was not above hurting innocents.
Alistair was. He was old enough that his parents had installed right and wrong with in him already. He learned his uncle's ways but when he began his own career, he did not cross the line that would draw his parents' shame. He traveled across the channel to the mainlands, while building a name and then returned the the place of his birth and the lands surrounding it. for the moment he stays with the druids, wanting to help them survive.
He knows Uther killed his parents but is not openly seeking his death in revenge. He just wants to see the people of his birth not be hunted. He is not, however, above taking advantage of any visions he might see; and just because he is not actively seeking Uther's death dose not mean that he would not take the life of the king should he find him self able to.
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