Emplacement: 25B Hauteurs de Faraday
Interagir avec : Mona 

« La prédiction est sur la mort, ne pas en être informé », a corrigé Félix absent, fronçant à la tasse de thé claire maintenant lavée. Nick Bloodfang n'était pas la cible du présage, de ce qu'elle était sûre: il était mort la nuit dernière, et les feuilles laissées au fond de son thé l'informaient de quelqu'un de mourir après que la coupe ait été abattue. "Je suis sûr que quelqu'un a prédit sa mort là-bas, cependant. Et tout ce bordel de Helsing."
Elle sourit facilement à Mona, trouvant la compagnie des morts plus intéressante que de parler des vivants. "Je jure devant Dieu si quelqu'un dans la bibliothèque demande si je peux conjurer une boule de feu pour eux, ma réponse va être: 'Je ne suis pas ce genre de sorcière.' Comme Tarzan, tu sais?" Porter un pentagramme autour du cou était une cible, un gros taureau assis où les triangles se croisaient au-dessus de son cœur, mais Felix ne voulait pas le changer pour le monde. Elle s'est réjouie de l'attention négative d'une manière qui était sûre qu'elle n'était pas en bonne santé.
Mais assez à ce sujet: Felix était trop occupé à se battre contre un sourire ringard et une bouffée de chaleur dans ses joues pour dire n'importe quoi, mais, "Oui, bien sûr. Tu veux construire un homme des neiges? Ça n'a pas besoin d'être... Non, pas si désespéré. Nous pourrions aller en ville – je pourrais voir si je pourrais vous rendre visible pour un moment avec un peu de jiggery-pokery hocus-pocus si vous voulez?"



Lieu: 19 Avalon Point – Maison.
Interagir avec: Megumi 

"Quelle surprise," Alistair a dit sèchement, et a déménagé pour revenir en bas au salon et la parodie qui était le British Media sur BBC One. Juste avant de le faire, cependant, il s'est retourné pour crier par-dessus son épaule, "Laissant à neuf secousses, d'accord? Je vais te chercher des fraises pour le petit déjeuner." D'habitude, il était là à neuf heures, parce qu'il n'avait jamais été un à remettre et à reporter le travail jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus de temps pour le faire; cependant, avec la neige, on s'attendait seulement à ce qu'il soit un peu plus manqueadatisical sur l'ensemble des tâches du propriétaire.
Puis il l'entendit à nouveau : Nick Bloodfang, accusé de meurtre par le tribunal, a été retrouvé mort en détention – Alistair se demandait s'il avait mis fin à sa propre vie, et 'Helsing' prenait juste le crédit pour cela. Avoir toute la communauté surnaturelle sur votre dos pour les sortir prématurément doit être dur, et ce n'était pas vraiment difficile de rester caché, à moins que vous sauvagez un adolescent devant une caméra. Si seulement ils avaient de telles choses au XIXe siècle; les choses qui se sont passées à Londres victorienne n'étaient pas du tout sûres pour la vie humaine, c'était certain.
Il secoua la tête et continua vers son matin (la nuit?) routine: peignez ses cheveux, choisissez son plus beau pull, sucez sur un sac de sang pour enlever le bord de sa soif... Toutes sortes de choses normales, pendant qu'il attendait que Megumi descende. Alistair a même envoyé un texto au numéro de Blake Preston: hey désolé pour le court préavis, mais je dois amener ma fille - espérons que k.
Vraiment, il était leur propriétaire, il pouvait faire ce qu'il voulait, dans les limites de la raison.
Basic Information
| Name |
Alistair Ruaraidh Queen
| Date of Birth |
December, 1324
| Gender |
Male
| Sexuality |
Bisexual
| Occupation |
Landlord – Alistair owns a great deal of property in Edgetoun, and has done for about a century. This passive income, as well as close to seven centuries worth of savings, allows him to spend more time socialising, schmoozing and collecting rare occult texts (the likes of which impoverished student witches can only dream of).
| In-Depth Appearance |
Alistair was changed in his mid-to-late twenties (the uncertainty natural for vampires of his era or older) and as a result has been frozen at such an age for close to seven centuries. While he lived a haggard life and doesn't appear too baby-faced, he does attempt to look older for reasons of respect. Generally he does so by wearing easy business suits, woolen jumpers with checkered shirts underneath; by letting his stubble grow out and furrowing his brows enough so that dark lines form between them; and, of course, the reading glasses that are only present during the day when he's not having fun.
He stands at about 5'9" – tall for his time period of malnutrition and famine and illness but only slightly above-average nowadays in Britain. A lean build betrays an upbringing where food wasn't plentiful, and might also explain the way he abstains from drinking blood for at least a week before chowing down on some poor ICU patient in a hospital. With blonde hair, brown eyes and a jawline to die for, Alistair can definitely be considered ruggedly handsome.
Pale skin doesn't look too unusual in London, and he's more than experienced in smirking in just the right way so as to hide his elongated fangs. Alistair hides the bite scar on his neck from when he was turned with a variety of turtle-necks and scarves, though he does have other ones from his time working for the Collective. Did you know he's been run through with a sword in the very distant past? 
  Am I?
| Personality |
♦ Aloof ♦ Dreamer ♦ Flirtatious ♦ Self-Deprecating ♦
Alistair has always been ambitious for as long as he can remember. When he was impoverished, illiterate and very likely to die young, he wanted more; when he was making a name for himself in the vampire community, he wanted more; when he was middle-class; when he was rich; when he was a socialite... Nothing ever satisfies him: he's chasing dreams of his youth and can be seen as quite greedy as a result. There is no doubt an aspect to his life goals that is largely hedonistic. When he's charitable (which is quite often, actually) it's more for his sake, to make himself feel good.
He's the first person to admit all of this – he tends not to have a positive view of himself and is actually quite self-aware.
"You miss 100% of every shot you don't take." This is certainly something Alistair lives by, hence his tendency to flirt shamelessly and without reservation and take risks in his private and professional lives. It's also what is prompting him to come out as a vampire to the public, joining the small number providing interviews and information. He is curious, and he does believe the best of humanity for now.
Despite being warm and friendly and on occasion humorous, Alistair hold his cards close to his chest. He likes to know more about other people than they know about him, and is not very forthcoming on answering personal questions without a good reason to do so. He much prefers to change the subject, or question the other person instead. He is a good listener, with a long memory when it counts: he'll remember someone's favourite movie and why he's holding a grudge against them at the same time.
| Likes & Dislikes |
✔ Historical movies and documentaries (the more wrong, the better).
✔ Alcohol. Getting utterly pissed at least two nights a week.
✔ Kids.
✔ Drinking lots of blood – particularly from the terminally ill.
✔ The invention of electricity.
✔ The invention of Tinder.
✔ 1960s culture and film and especially music.
✔ Trashy erotica novels targeted at women and ancient manuscripts, equally.
✘ Dhampires – it's not fair that they die so fast.
✘ Wars. World Wars, supernatural wars, everything to do with conflict.
✘ English bank notes (the Scottish ones look nicer).
✘ Aristocracy, as old habits die hard.
✘ Illness, disease and death of loved ones.
✘ Journalists and the Media, especially with current events.
✘ Similarly, liars.
| History |
If asked, Alistair remembers very little about his human life – the only time when his memory has failed him yet – but in reality he is quite reluctant to talk about it. Born in the 1300s, he was neither rich or middle-class and could instead have been considered the very bottom of the barrel. His mother was a prostitute, suffering from ill-health for most of her life, and thus Alistair was raised communally, left to wander the streets as he liked. He was kicked out at age eight, a year before his mother died, and spent most of the rest of his life as a gutter rat, picking pockets and stealing to live (and for fun).
He would have died from the bubonic plague, something he avoided until the very end of the period it was most virulent in, if it hadn't been for a vampire looking to bolster his forces. His preference for sickly blood arose here, because as a fledgeling, he was allowed only to feed from the very worst people on the way up to the Highlands to fight a war with other vampires. Said war he glosses over, except the fact he ran from it (joining the opposite side, a young Northern Alliance) and was stabbed. Twice.
Alistair stuck around with the northern vampires for a good fifty years, becoming useful to the at-the-time leader and making a bit of a name for himself, but he decided that a life of petty politics and infighting and enforcing the rules of vampirekind wasn't for him, and moved down south to join the Collective... which was more of the same thing. Still, while in London, he learned how to read and write – skills he was long overdue in requiring – and although he left yet another large organisation after only a few decades, he found a home in the sprawling capital.
So, over the centuries he acquired wealth from working in a variety of professions, rarely for more than a few years. At one point he was a diplomat for the King which made it all the easier to hide his aging, especially when he was on the other side of the world. In the 19th century in particular he became something of a well-known figure, generous to supernatural creatures who had found themselves to one of the most powerful countries in the world and calmer than he had been in years previous. He worked as a teacher for a while in a non-public school, acquired land in Edgetoun (before it was a London borough) and spent most of the rest of his money.
20th and 21st century, other than siring a few dhampire children by accident, has been spent collecting old relics of the past – of his past – and magical textbooks. When the Other were revealled recently, he had to deal with his daughter (who shares the same surname as him) coming out as a dhampire and explaining what it means to be one on live television as well as rehouse a few of his tenants for privacy reasons.
| Family |
Louis Queen, 35 – Son, a dhampire who lives on the other side of London that Alistair sees infrequently. Seems to have distanced himself as much as is possible from the whole supernatural dealings, although strained phone calls have revealed that health issues related to his half-breed status are finally catching up to him.
Lorna Queen, 16 – Daughter, another dhampire who lives with her mother, a prominent journalist for the BBC. Alistair still has visitation rights, which he tries his best to make use of in his spare time. His daughter was interviewed as a part of the initial outbreak of moral panic at the reveal.
Otherwise, he has two ex-girlfriends, both amazingly still alive thanks to the wonders of modern medicine, and in the past has had quite a few more children, all of which died before their time due to the perils of being a dhampire.

| Strengths |
 Well-read and knowledgeable of the history of the supernatural (especially vampires).
 Tries his best to stay connected to the occult population of Edgetoun, and London as a whole.
 A long history of enforcing the rules of the Collective on unruly and unforgivable vampires.


| Weaknesses |
 Pacifistic – refuses to admit that sometimes there are situations that words can't get you out of.
 Even though he collects them, he doesn't like to call in favours or accept any help whatsoever. Does everything solo.
 Likes humanity, if in a bit of a condescending way, and can't conscience doing wrong by them.

 Other
| Theme Song |
Winter Sound – Of Monsters and Men
”Stop, you're cold against the skin
Take me in your arms when walls are closing in
And I run, I run, I run, awakening my heart
But you overwhelm my lungs and it's tearing me a-part.”
| House Number |
19 Avalon Point – A large-ish house with a sizable back garden that he moved into eight years ago or so. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and one of the bedrooms he tends to rent out to a supernatural in need. 
| Extra Information |
Speaks and understand several languages (French, Gàidhlig, German, Japanese) but can only read and write in English.





Blake Preston
"I own the house she rents. It feels a wee bit unethical to watch her YouTube videos."
Alistair didn't even know earning a living with homemade videos was even possible before he met his tenant, unless one was in a certain industry (Nikita, please). While Blake skipped on rent a few times, paid it late on others, he always let it slide easily and without further reproach – something a lot of landlords might not have done. Maybe it was because he had a soft-spot for go-getting entrepreneurs or maybe it was for a pretty face; who knows?

Daniel Belson
"Do you think if I recite the Lord's Prayer he'll sneeze? 'Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name...'"
You can take a boy out of the church but you can't quite shake the catechism from his blood. Alistair doesn't consider himself to be rather Christian, or really religious at all, really, but he hides behind the debt he owes to the church itself for keeping him alive and from the clutches of starvation so he could reach an age to die of the plague. Demons like Daniel make him feel uneasy, perhaps because they bring with them reminders that he was taught to avoid sin and vices – and, as a poor child with not a penny to his name, especially envy.

Mariska Costas
"Believe it or not, sometimes I like to live life like the upper class. Listening to jazz is part and parcel of that, isn't it?"
Generally, Alistair likes to know what everyone around him is, supernatural-wise. He can pick out a normal human from a distance, mostly based on how nice their blood is, but sometimes there's tricky ones like Mariska. He's certain she's not a vampire, but that's all he knows, other than that he heard her first when she was making her debut in lounges in the 1930s. One day, he tells himself, he'll chase her up to find out what she actually his. 'Curiosity killed the cat,' is a warning that stays forever in his mind.

Nikita Yankovsky
"So, Nikita is a policewoman now. At least if it doesn't work out she has a new uniform to use in her 'day job'. Authentic."
Alistair likes Nikita, in a completely unromantic way. Friend, friend with benefits – what's the difference? There never used to be one in the 19th century, or at least not in his social group. There is some hope that his own position as a supernatural pariah (when it inevitably comes out into the open like airing a dusty cupboard) doesn't affect hers. She seems to be doing quite well for herself, for a demon. It might seem shallow, but he considers that the only reason they wouldn't work out. Alistair is well-aware that he is apprehensive as fuck around demons.

Mordred Hame
"I might have liked his music when I was an angsty thirteen year old with nothing to live for. Now that I mention it..."
If asked, Alistair will say that it is greatest shame that he once listened to Mordred Hame's music. It's not bad, objectively, but it's not his "scene", his "jam" or whatever it is the kids are calling it these days. That they play it in those alternative clothing stores that he just so happened to be in to buy a cute backpack for Megumi was enough of a dose for him. Small quantities of this music only, please, as it should be. On a more serious note, he worries that it's going to give bad preconceptions to the supernatural community.

John Taylor
"What the fuck is he..?"
Okay, so nobody ever said that Alistair wasn't a drama queen, but the point still stands. John is one of his tenants (Faraday Heights, 28A if he remembers correctly) and... somewhat human? But not edible? But disgusting for no apparent reason? Alistair trusts his senses for the most part: they let him know if someone close to him has a terminal illness; they let him know when there's a meal to be had in the area and not the home-cooked kind, but they simply don't function as they should around John – not if he's a normal human. Which he can't be. He can't be.

Eve Lumière
"Now there's a lust demon if ever I saw one. Rooming with Blake Preston. Not going to think too hard on that one."
Eve's an ironic name for a demon, isn't it? That was the first thing he noticed when he met her, because obviously he had experience enough with Nikita to know one almost by sight. The bar she works in isn't the best – I should know, I own the building – but usually when I drop by I'm tipsy enough so as not to complain. I like her, but she's French. That's just begging the question, even if half-hearted: 'Voulez-vous couchez avec moi, ce soir?"

Opallum
"He's not human, is he? It's a shame, but even some of our own fall through the cracks."
Alistair is naturally curious: is it an addiction problem? Is it a matter of pride? Is it incompatibility with the modern world moving on from whenever the guy – the Other – was born? He could help with any of that, just like he always slips a tenner into a cup when he sees a homeless person begging on the streets. Soft-hearted? No, not really, but he knew what it was like in a time before warm jackets and a good chance of a warm meal everyday. He can sympathise.

Andrew Mordekai
"I swear to God – or whatever ones he worships – if that activist group turns sour. I'm done with London."
Alistair has seen enough peaceful protests in his life go sour that he has a natural distrust for activist groups. While hearing that one wants to represent him is heart-warming really, from what he's seen of the witch (always from afar) and heard of from a friend in the magical circles, someone who's an elemental mage with a talent for fire of all things shouldn't be the leader. Volatile, very volatile. He'll be watching that movement, and a small part of him is expecting arson from it.

Suriel White
"Dr. White, we have a problem! There's a patient going into cardiac arrest in Ward 3. Cause of death: exsanguination by my hand."
Alistair is deeply, deeply sorry for his loss of control. The event happened almost two years ago, an inability to control his bloodlust after a long period of abstinence, and it was a coma patient who suffered – their family losing out on having their last moments with them. He remembers very little for that night, having slipped behind a curtain with a bunch of flowers to pretend he was in the area to visit another patient shortly after his accident to watch the affair, and Dr. White was one of them. Not human. He hopes the good doctor didn't see him then.

Miles Catrose
"I cut my own hair because I'm thrifty – is this guy a good alternative? Anybody know?"
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Yukiko Abe
"I know she's not as young as she looks, but how old? It gets hard to tell after a certain point, usually when you stop counting birthdays.."
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Mona
"Dead. Young, too, by the looks of it. Just a kid."
Alistair believes in ghosts. He sees her wandering around every so often, and he rents out the flat to Felix Underwood, so he knows of this Mona's prolonged existence. A part of him is morbidly curious around ghosts. When you've lived as long as he has, questions of the after-afterlife begin to pop up, because technically (by church standards) Alistair is already dead. Will he end up like her after somebody shanks him? Probably not – his life is fulfilling enough and he's certain he won't leave anything behind as a vampire anyway. He wonders what Mona's unresolved issue is.

Faron Romane
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Nicolas Black
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Maggie Spencer-Adyemi
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Megumi
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Katharine Haynes
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Elise Callaghan
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Claire O'Malley
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Barachiel Alexander Eamon
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Ethan Cooper
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Michael Harel
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Loki Van Stenberg
"I'm just waiting for the day the police show up at my door asking me where he is, and I have to lie and say I'm not hiding him."
Alistair is a pacifist: he prefers words to actions, diplomacy to force, socialism, freedom of speech but not the freedom to harm others... But he hasn't always been like that. Loki's a "tad" older than him, most likely smarter than him, and for the longest time, Alistair was a little starstruck – especially shortly after their first meeting many centuries ago. Ambition ran in his blood back then, and he always did learn by rote, or mimicry. For a time, Alistair copied Loki, became just as violent as him; twice as bloody.
He grew out of that when he learned to read, properly, and broke free enough to start making a name for himself in different fields. Alistair is a firm believer that despite his disinterest in bloodshed and violence, and his hope that the worlds of the supernatural and humanity will one day merge, he is not incompatible with his once best friend, with whom he had the foolish, almost childish belief of taking on the world. After all, Alistair is nothing if not dedicated, and no matter how much he dislikes killing, he would for Loki. That's what best mates are for.
That, and banter.

Aiden Phillips
"I turned him. I always did have a thing for blondes."
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