Alistair Finn /I/ Designation: SABER [Cyborg]

alistair finn,

this is gospel for the fallen ones

Alistair Finn is a conflicted man, both a shining example of someone who accepts and embraces all creeds of life in an honorable fashion....and a man capable of snuffing out those lives on the whim of a contract. His polite, self-depreciating demeanor is markedly scarred with the knowledge that he will kill solely based on a job. Disillusioned with himself, self-loathing for his occupation of choice and unable to embrace the shadows in full- Alistair still finds himself hesitating in taking down targets with families so long as those targets are also actively taking care of their families. This is also his sense of honor interfering in his emotionless disguise, hesitating at causing strife by hurting good people. He is incapable of harming children, his first (and last) child kill giving birth to sleepless nights and an intense feeling of guilt. He refuses to shoot a target from behind or when they're indisposed, believing in giving a target a fair shot even when attacking from afar- also having to reveal himself and fight in close quarters if revealed and challenged.

Atop this, he truly believes that there is no real purpose beyond the mortal coil and that when it ends, it's over. The Gods do not promise paradise or hell and all actions are based solely on individual right and wrong; Alistair being sort of an oddity by working for others to take lives that he does not feel need taking. With no ill-will or malicious premeditation for these targets, there is sort of a 'excused' feeling. He grants quick, painless death as opposed to willful suffering- a kindness, in his own eyes when he considers other alternatives. These conflicted emotions can lead to self-doubt and loathing on a scale large enough to render him incapable of human contact for weeks on end. His stubbornness also prevents him from getting upgrades or taking meds to monitor and help abate these depressive mood swings.

On a more positive note and to bring light to the brighter aspects of Alistair's soul, the cyborg is (as mentioned before) an honorable man of previously noble intention. During his stint as a Hunter, Alistair operated primarily from his heart and based on his feelings. When he figured out these feelings were a result of being mislead (either intentionally or not, the results are the same) Alistair slightly hardened the walls around his sense of self (his heart) and has turned to cold, hard logic in most situations. Taking into account his false persona presented to the World, little snippets of his personality shine through in his always cordial tone and his proper (sometimes too formal) use of title and mannerism. Having become a cyborg, he has gained a first-person view of the bigotry, hypocrisy as well as racism towards Cyborgs and Androids. While not a magi, himself, being ignored by the general populace as a machine has allowed him to overhear conversations and plans that truly showcase the cruelty of humankind. While he might kill for cash, Alistair never judges or presumes to lord over any other race, species or life choice of anyone.

Having had his brain placed into a fully cybernetic body, Alistair looks entirely like a robot more so than an android. Standing at an intimidating seven feet and four inches tall, Alistair towers over most people and his singular optical scanner is just unsettling enough to give people the creeps.

An entirely white base make up the head, small openings near where the eyes would typically be are used to vent heat from the interior. Orange-red in coloration, an optical scanner is set almost directly center of the 'face' and posses three lenses that face different directions while falling into each others fields of vision, giving Alistair rather impressive eyesight. His body is a mixture of orange and blue parts, modeled after the male body while removing the issue of gender. Multiple plates envelop the shoulders similar to pauldrons but are moulded to conform to the bend and twist of the joint. A sphere joint links the bicep through three connector rods to the forearm and thus hand proper, the forearms possessing a white plate along the sides and underside that slightly extend the width of the arm. Another sphere joint connects the hand to the forearm, the hand having five digits like a human would. Another white plate is installed above the back of the hand and stretches to just touch the knuckles.

The torso starts rather thick with squared off plates over the pectoral region before scaling down over the solar-plexus. The abdominal region is left simple and sculpted to resemble a fit specimen before ending in an armored groin area. A raised plate of blue and orange metal is shaped over the hips and groin to leave maximum mobility while adding protection and storage compartments for tools. Finally, the legs are armored along the outside thigh which then curls around to the knee and plates it as well. Two ball joints connect the thigh to the lower leg, one hidden inside the armored knee and one attached behind the knee. The shin is fully covered in a slightly angular armor and ends in the final ball joint, connecting the foot to each leg.







Because of his lack of visible gender and the natural armor installed into his body, Alistair is not one to usually wear clothes. When and if he does, it's usually to hide his cybernetic body and will thus wear a cloak or large coat with hood. He is currently entertaining the thought of getting a new paint job to better suit urban environments rather than the stand out orange, blue and white he currently possesses.

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As core upgrades are made (such as alloy and plating, some weaponry), Alistair's appearance will chance FC's. These FC's are (planned) as follows: Cyborg Ninja/MGS (Current), Genji/Overwatch (Alloy Upgrade, Weaponry Upgrade, Propulsion Upgrade), Hakumen/BLazBlue (Final Form, all upgrades purchased)

Parents
Mother: Margaret Finn (Status unknown, Finn was disowned by her when he embraced the Hunters Guild creed and began killing indiscriminately)
Father: Vincent Finn (Deceased, a fellow hunter- divorced of his wife once the genocide started. Killed in combat by an Earth magi)

Siblings
Brother/Sister: Felix Finn (A tradesman by nature, Felix is neutral in the going on's of the Hunters and Magi. Doesn't care for or against Alistair.)

Extended Family
Meh: N/A


Born to a rather uneventful gathering called family, Alistair's early years were rife with contradictory statements on the political nature of the World depending on whether it was his Mother or Father lecturing him. His mother was always one to be inclusive and forgiving, believing everyone and everything to have some sort of good in them inherently. His father, on the other hand, was a firm believer in 'fate' and never going against the established rules of higher society. Things erring on the side of the unnatural were an affront against the natural order of things and meant to be squashed under foot. As the boy grew older, his father began to train him in the 'manly' arts of hunting and shooting. His younger brother, Felix, was excused from such things solely based on his massive intellect and talent for economics and finance. Felix was set to bring the family to new heights once Alistair and Vincent secured the funds through combat. When the genocide began, Alistair was hounded by his father to join the cult that was the Hunter's Guild- his father believing the favor and social prestige the position could give outweighing the importance of innocent lives. Young and enamored with the need to impress his Father, the young man was swayed into the teachings and training of the Guild and quickly began to fall prey to their ideology.

With time, Alistair began to accept his place and take pride in his talent of fighting. Somehow able to secure more kills and remain unharmed, Alistair grew a name for himself and a position of honor for his family. His father, previously always harsh, had become almost like a friend to the young man and their relationship seemed to be blossoming into something more then just familial. Alistair was at the happiest he'd ever been despite the cruelty of his actions and failed to see the coming storm of misfortune that always strikes the ignorant masses.

On one particular hunt, Vincent and Alistair were deep within enemy territory and on the trail of two earth magi. Alistair was drunk on his own arrogance and proclaimed he'd take the kills for both the Goddess and his father's honor. His father, proud of his son's progress, was quick to agree and began to set up a camp for when the successful hunter returned with his quarry. Alas, things never go as planned. Alistair was unable to find the magi and became desperate in his search, the circle of his patrol growing larger and more erratic. It was when he finally returned in shame to the camp that he discovered the mutilated corpse of his father half shredded to pieces with rock shrapnel and boulders strewn haphazardly throughout the space. The earth magi had circled back using their magic and ambushed his father with their unnatural abilities. Caught up in his rage and sorrow, Alistair failed to notice that he, too, was caught in the trap and was bombarded from either side by a sudden jettison of sand and debris that ruined his flesh and ripped bone from body. In the stupor of pain and confusion, he fired his armament randomly into the oncoming onslaught before consciousness was stripped from him as well.

He awoke in a medical facility, his body having been recovered by fellow Hunters and who had struck out to learn the fate of their small attack team. Alistair was told the mission was a success and the twin earth magi had been founded grievously wounded at the camp where he'd fallen. His random firing had struck one through the lung and the other through an orbital socket, avoiding the important areas of the brain but rendering the magi unconscious and dying. The two magi had been executed and their bodies processed for materials- a great victory for the Hunter's Guild despite the loss of Vincent and the dismemberment of Alistair. His pain seemed secondary to his comrades, who rejoiced in his victory but failed to shoulder the pain and realization of his crippled nature. Vision, itself, was blurry and almost useless. Sounds came in bits and pieces while his only remaining arm lie broken and twisted beyond repair. His lost limbs seemed a laughing afterthought to his supposed friends who reminded him of the great honor his family was sure to receive from the Goddess.

Alistair couldn't help but think bitterly about how this would aid him, crippled as he was? What use was fame and fortune is he'd no means to enjoy it. Was he to be carried about pitifully the rest of his life on some silken pillow for all to gaze upon his broken form? Such honor was that! No, his pride and self-pity would never allow that and he advocated to his brother to get him contact with a skilled cyberneticist. The doctor promised him a new body, shooing away the thought of mere implants. The extent of damagi on his body would never be able to mend and surviving the process of new neural pathways and attaching his nerves to new machinery was unlikely at best. No, the doctor insisted on transplanting his brain into an all new mechanical body for his benefit and the improvement of his physical capabilities beyond what he was able as a human. Alistair was quick to agree, any body, any means of being independent and away from this shattered form was a gift to him!

When his comrades-in-arms heard tale of his intent to transplant his brain into a new body, they were quick to disdain him and profess how horrid a decision this was. He would bring the wrath of the Goddess down upon him for spurning his battle wounds. Being a Hunter meant accepting sometimes you'd be the hunted, to seek some sort of reprieve was to admonish the Goddess' will. Regardless, Alistair was set upon his actions and was quick to proceed through the operation.

Months later, he awoke in full to a series of new feelings as well as the emptiness of not feeling certain familiar thing anymore. Gone was the previously subconscious texture of wind on flesh. Gone was the warmth or cold of temperature. Gone was the sense of smell or taste and the pleasures they'd bring. He was alive, he was able to move and see and hear...but so much was also gone to him now. He hadn't expected that, he hadn't been told, he hadn't thought that far. He panicked, unable to come to terms with his decision and regret filled him as he realized in his flailing new limbs that even pain was gone. He was punching and smacking walls of solid steel with nothing but a sense of feedback returning to him. He was alien now.

Counseling and physical therapy helped him to better grasp and understand his new form. Software downloads gave him the illusion of 'taste' and 'smell' when he wanted to recall the memories. But these were based on artificial release of endorphin's and the presumed chemical mixtures that created the sensation and pleasure of flavor and experiences. There were too artificial but devoured all the same as an addict would a drug. This rush of chemicals and emotional dependency topped along with his new body gave way to depression that ate away at his core personality, bringing the cyborg into a wave of self-loathing and regret. Tenuously reaching out to feel the presence of his Goddess, further dread was thrust upon him as he realized what had once linked he and her was gone forever. He was alone now, entirely and devoid of the blessings he'd been proud of.

Upon further investigation, with the months that had passed during his operation, Alistair Finn had been declared deceased and all his holdings and inheritance granted to his brother Felix. In a way, this was a blessing as the social view of him hadn't a chance to shift to disdain for his transformation and instead the public simply thought he'd died from his wounds.

Lacking a home to return to and lacking a real goal, Alistair adopted a new name as a means of pretending to simply be a souless machine. Under a self-made designation; SABER - Simulated Autonomous Being Enhanced Robotically, the acronym being an explanation for the Katana he carries as well as the image he presents in hopes of being left alone. Under this new name, Alistair operates as a hit-man for hire- pretending to work under the supervision and orders of a fake 'Big Boss' who accepts and doles out orders to the fake android. Always on his person are a Dragunuv Sniper Rifle with a simple PSO-1 Optical scope [deconstructed and stored in a briefcase] and his trusty Katana sheathed and worn on his left hip. Occasionally, he will also carry a Colt M1911 handgun holstered to his right hip.

- Translator I: You are now capable of understanding multiple languages that have been downloaded into your memory.
- Melee I: Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with melee weapons.
- Firearm I: Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with firearm weapons.




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[b]metal gear solid, gray fox[/b] as [i]Alistair Finn[/i]