Alastair ||TS||

Don't mind me submitting this really late and with flats my tablet is just durping out and making my life hard and this looked better with flats and OTL

IT'S MAH BIRTHDAY, I NEED TO GO CLEAN, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO MAKE THIS LOOK BEAUTIFUL




◊ Name: Alastair
◊ Age: 18
◊ Gender: male
◊ Height: 6ft
◊ Job: Body Snatcher
◊ Species: Living Voodoo Doll
◊ Weapon (if any): Small daggers hidden under his coat.

◊ Abilities (if any): He doesn’t really but his aim is quite precise which comes in handy when throwing his weapons. His strength isn’t amazing but his specialty is his agility. He’s better with long distance combat with his aim balancing out his lack of strength.

◊ Personality: A sweet gentleman exterior with utmost polite attitude, the voodoo doll takes pride in a good personality around others. But as much as he likes to hold such a strong and kind outlook, Alastair is easily made upset, is extremely emotional and can fall to darker emotions easily when people who he cares for dearly are involved. He's also quite mischievous under all that negative and polite but rarely anyone is able to see that side.

◊ Bio: Alastair being a living voodoo doll was tortured in his inanimate form which is why he’s covered in stitches. Because of this experience he’s now sensitive to the thought of pain but still manages to keep his cheery personality. Despite that though the thought of intense pain makes him cringe. He tries to keep conversations on a happier level.

But from the beginning he wasn’t always a voodoo doll. He was a regular plush toy with a loving owner. Dressed up in a lovely little suit and taken care of delicately. His owner loved him to bits and cherished him occasionally singing a few melodies for him. His owner had a moving and what one could say magical voice. Yet one day his owner came back stressed and irritated. With no other way to relive their pain they took out their rage Alastiar. It wasn’t anything serious at first but as the days became more stressing the abuse grew more aggressive. ‘From such a loving owner to this?’

Alastair hated the pain. He was all alone, being tortured. Why couldn’t his owner just rid of him? His wish came true all too soon. In tatters and ruins his owner no longer cared for him and threw him away. Cold, alone, upset he vowed if he were to ever gain another’s affection he’d never complain about this loneliness again. He hates being alone... Is there anyone that’ll take him in again?

Seeing the Toy-store he felt this was the perfect opportunity to meet others. Putting on a cheery attitude (because first impressions are always important and he doesn’t want to appear a drag) he went to see if he if he could find his place. Maybe he’d find someone to talk to here... Friends would be a nice addition whilst rebuilding his life...

The melodies his owner used to sing still playing in his head as if it were stalking him. He’s still longing to hear their voice again... Maybe bring peace to his being or fill that hole that appeared as soon as the abuse began. He wishes to let his heart out through melodic verses and let out his frustration that’s been cooped up inside him but his stitches tear and he’s far to sub conscious about them. He wants to sing but his stitches come undone and it hurts far too much so he simply mumbles to himself the continuously haunting tune.

◊ Likes:
Sweet aromas
Kind hearted souls
Fancy clothing
Sweet treats
Attention

◊ Dislikes:
Physical contact Unless it's a certain soul collector....
Hurting others
His violent side


◊ Additional Information:
He jumps and freaks out when people touch him... well he can take a handshake he's just sensitive
He tends to flip out and go a little crazy when he starts to like, y'know do his job and collect bodies
Despite his height he's a bit of a wimp and cries easily
His tears are black
His blood is black
He loves to sing but struggles to do so thanks to the stitches lining the sides of his mouth
Holds the violin close to heart
A certain soul collector has stolen his feelings completely for over a year now