Alistair
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The gravetender
AGE
49
ETHNICITY
Caucasian; British/Irish
ORIENTATION
Asexual
ALLIANCES
Resurrection men
Birkbeck University
St. John's Anglican ChurchDead men were quiet. He preferred them.
ALISTAIR HOWLAND is the happenstance leader of the so-called resurrectionists. A grizzled old everyman like him limps around unnoticed, enabling him to partake in unseemly business ventures. Right now exhuming bodies is good business. He's jaded and has no lofty ideals; the church is corrupt and the dead are dead. There's no moral deliberation to be had if he can make a quick shilling off another man's misfortune. He keeps loathsome company-- junkies, thieves, prostitutes, hired muscle --and doesn't trust a one of them farther than he can throw. However, the tap of his cane as he patrols the cemetery mists is enough to keep most of his people well-behaved. He staunchly protects his graveyard from competing resurrectionists and has been known to decapitate nuisances with a shovel.
Though worn by the toils of life, Alistair is a tall and surly man not worth reckoning with; an enigma unless he's drunk enough to divulge anything more than his name. His face is scar-flecked and creased with frown lines, blue eyes set deep in crow's-feet sockets, perceptive and world-weary. He's down a trigger finger and has contemplated shaving off his salt-and-pepper mustache to better evade police.
BACKGROUND
Soldier
FLORIOGRAPHY
Wolfsbane
Yarrow
Dogwood
sooner or later god'll cut you down
TROPES
x x x x
"May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead."
