An old voice, Alistair Grey

Alistair Grey,

a voice forgotten in time

The individual known as Alistair Grey is a rather calm and collected individual who does and acts as he sees fit. Most of this involves a quiet observation including from those that have oppressed him. He has the will and the patients to out maneuver any one he deems a threat to those he cares about. Respect is a lot to Alistair and he often respects the law enforcement of honest works. Being raised with an officer father has allowed him to appreciate such individuals. Although his knack to lie and deceive is only removed when in the presence of friends and family. Words had always came out of his mouth easily.

He often observed the actions of others and saw how emotional it made them... Fear was always brought out in him when he saw that as a child. He would define these people as idiots... People who let their emotions fully control them. It was a horror he would rather avoid in himself. To him the best ways to control such emotions was to understand it and as such every emotional confrontation he's been in he has done his best to kept a tight grip on his emotions. Releasing them when he knew he was alone and not do something he would regret from the emotions. However this sort of mental processing has made him slow to react in a conversation.

A white haired young man with pale skin and yellow eyes. His body structure is rather slim. However his physique should not be a sign of his strength. Rather it is a sign of how he chose to develop himself. Preferring to stay agile he has practiced with his parents and continues to practice it to keep his body in shape. Not many know this but on his back below his neck. There is still the old bar code tattoo while he lived in the era of magi fear. Strangely enough this young man can still carry himself with pride and a smile with what had occurred to both him and his sister after the death of their parents.

An air of calm always surrounds him as he tries to hold a humble smile. Many before have once showed concern for him as his hands have retained many scars from many past... interactions. Those that were unwilling to believe his word until they've wasted too much time. After all an official can't authorize judgement to kill an individual without just cause. His coats tend to hide the rest of the scars however as they are displayed all over his forearms. He holds a strong poker face as well feigning emotions or hiding pain rather well... well except when he sulks. Those would be the few times you could see him be emotional. His strongest features is his voice, as a soft spoken individual who would only speak up when he's either he's putting emotion behind his words. Or when he's trying to weave a lie for some one to believe.

One of his lesser seen features is his gils. A normal trait for any water magi, but one of the easily concealable as well. As well as several fins he chooses to keep hidden under his cloths. Placed along his upper back and forearms...

One of his more unique features is in his eyes and teeth. While only visible under the right circumstances. His eyes turn into a complete black. Similar to a sharks eyes As his first row of teeth conceal a second row of sharp carnivorous set of shark teeth.


In most cases he wears a rather nice suit with a trench coat. Brimmed in a monochrome color. Smooth leather gloves cover his hands while he is working, but off the job he keeps them off. Other than that rather sleek number, he wears a simple dark long sleeve button up overcoat under a white button long sleeve. In most cases he prefers to wear winter like clothing. As his body is more accustomed to the cool of water. Most if not all of his cloths come with a collar to assist in hiding his gills. Every so often he will wear a cowl or scarf to cover his neck up. To be effective in a fight however he does carrier around a small bag for bottles of water.

His more noticable of his fashion is his holstered revolver. As anyone that can recognise it, would know it's an old government model.

Parents
Mother: Lorenza Grey (deceased)- Lived showing them the value of lives... and the ideal of those that surround you are one of the same. Whether they were Magi or Human her public clinic offered service to them. However she was found dead after with no concrete evidence if it was a magi Or human as the clinic was burned down after she was killed. Autopsy report shows a few flesh wounds not consistent with fire magi abilities.
Father: Ericson Grey (deceased)- Government officer and peacr keeper in the concentration camps. While he did agree on relocating the Magi, he did keep to his professional stance of investigating individuals of concern and separating them from the general magi populace.

Siblings
Sister: Nila Grey (living) - Alive and working in her own clinic under the name Nurse Aria. Mila provides a place to stay and info for Alistair whenever he comes to Dagos.

Extended Family
Trainer: Providence (MIA)


Days, months, years.... it can all be a blur... purpose, trust, frustration... so many thoughts too much emotions. Don't let them control you.... don't lose control. They keep echoing I can't think! I can't think!!!

Trauma can come in all forms... but for some self-inflicted wounds... the ones you don't wish to share as you choose to carry the burden alone can cause more damage than you would believe. Head hurts.... where... how far am I from that place... is she alive... just... if I die... don't DIE.... she said not to....She begged not to...

How did this all start? Well memory is Faulty...



To begin this tale we must skip the early childhood wonders and fantasy and dwell in the life of the old voice. It all starts on the first few weeks of relocation. Friends were made things were said and for the time being Alistair felt as though things were gonna be okay. Small fights here and there and a weird session of torture... Torture you say? Well how could that be anything but horrible?

Well for starters the young man, Alistair has a simple knack for lying and keeping his identity to himself. With the type of clothing that hide his more defined features. This lead to a small group of magi to start threatening him repeatedly. Only stopping once he confronted them all with a conversation. As serious as the encounter was he actually got to befriend these individuals. Sharing words thoughts and opinions of the government relocation. Quickly there after some of these friends either respectfully disagreed or were converted into his way of thinking.

However not everything can stay so bright... Among the first wave of the radical retaliations brought the death of their father. Killed in the line of duty protecting anyone he could from the fiery blast of a fire magi. Alistair had reviewed the video many times over trying to comprehend the gravity of his fathers death... At this moment on the government and hunter would have their sites on him despite his father being a medical officer. In the next wave of terrorist attacks both him and his sister were taken into questioning, but luckily they don't suspect his sister. Unfortunately for Alistair... One the supposed terrorists was a close friend of his that often debated on the matter of the camps.

Questioning became an interrogation... Which progressed to torture. The torture was rather brutal as they knew of one of his abilities to purify water. Tying his arms down as they poured a strong stream of water filled with small sharp and harmful minerals. Every time he would try to use his ability they would burn his back. Overtime his forarms were covered in many cuts as the running water prevented his blood from cauterizing the smaller cuts. Allowing the small insignificant injuries to grow as the water kept running.

After a week he was released... Suspicions cleared after they found someone more directly linked to the attacks. His sister did her best to heal the cuts... But the experience left many scars. It wasn't until she had finished healing what she could Nila had confessed to him the date of their mother. Killed in her clinic by someone she was trying to save... The video evidence was destroyed in the clinic fire... So there were no real leads on who killed his mother.

Many years after they had encounter an Android... One scouting out for potential deviants. Giving off a cold hard demeanor of oppression. However when he was confronted by Alistair, he was greeted warmly. They would share many talks on life... And philosophy... Granted the Android did most of the talking. Over time tensions started to escalate... Violent behavior and need spreading around the camp of magi mistreatment was spreading.

Soon Alistair would not be able to restrain his hands from acting. He would have to act. Gathering what friends that believed in coexistance, he began to make a few subtle moves. Information was key but observation was all they could acquire from the government and its glorified reavers given the title of Hunter. What began as a movement to diffuse the tension of the two sides slowly evolved into an evacuation plan. Many groups from each individual camp wanted a safe haven for themselves and often heard of stories I'm such a place. Plans were under way to excite just that when the worst became reality. The only warning... The only hint of such a thing came in form of his friend, Providence. The Android had repeatedly disappeared and reappeared to greet him with a smile... A game of chess and a talk on philosophy, as long winded as the android's talks were they were a comfort Alistair had grown to appreciate. But this visit was the only warning... As the Android came to say goodbye and had come with a gift for him. A custom made revolver... Similar to the one his father carried. Providence had been helping him practice lately... But he didn't expect this. The goodbye would not last long enough however... As the first of the explosions could be felt... They both had their own families to protect. They gave one another a look... A promise to meet each other one day. And so he was gone

Organizing evacuation as well as the communication between the different groups was difficult... Limited radios, if any of the small groups were lucky to have one... Otherwise they depended on air magi for the messages... The plan was being rushed and already he had gotten reports of hunters killing off those of his group that tried to either flee or surrender. He had intended for his group to be the last to leave, but with his sister insistent on sticking close by him... When the sounds of Fighting and death came closer and closer... He said one final message. "I'm sorry... We can't hold out any longer... May Arithelia protect you on our journey to sanctuary!"

They had to rush to theirs escape routes... But unfortunately were cutoff my hunters...with only one means of escape for the group. Alistair engulfed everyone in a fog acting as a decoy to the hunters... It worked... But the fight... The first time he killed someone was covered in their blood... It as the first time he felt such a high...eyes pitch black as he had the taste for blood. They were convinced he was a demon... He almost convinced himself when he began torturing one of them... It was a blur to remember but he escaped that's all that matters to him now.


Days after he and escaped. He had to clear his mind

Lost... He was lost... He didn't know where the temple was and only escaped just a days Before....he remembers the bloodlust... As he started thinking a little too much until Alistair heard a figure in the distance. His hand moved to the holster.... But he kept the weapon holstered still... Turning to the dirty lake he realized its been a while since he last prayed... Grabbing a bottle. Alistair used what dirty water he could to wash off what blood was on him.

The old plastic bottle was one of the last two he had... But Arithelia had given him strength that protected my sister... A random act of kindness to be born with such abilities. A small sincere smile grew on his face. As Alistair filled the bottle with the lake water setting it near a tree. Taking a moment for a silent prayer. Before dipping a finger into the water as it is made clean. Plucking the closest flower he could find to say happily. "Thank you for my strength Goddess." It was then hr heard the rustling figure again... Only to see someone for whom he would devote myself to.

Once he had cleared himself of anger... of hate... he saw love. A loving individual who was simply lost...

Arithelia, it was strange meeting a Goddess. Especially when all you hear is stories about her. She had this look in her eyes... the same as his mother... the same as his sister whenever she looked at him or any living thing for that matter. Understanding why she was here made him think... and contemplate the path of his life. Alistair simply bowed and gave her my oath to restore her to her former self. The first goal was of course to take her to a relatively safe place. A monastery built in devotion to her. The journey was uneventful, with the exception of all the stories he would ask of her life... and those moments where Alistair treated less like a goddess and more like my sister. She's.... adorable it was hard to resist such a temptation to tease her sometimes. Once they reached sanctuary he spent time in meditation and thought.

Reuniting with his sister he began to plan. The future would need Arithelia... Especially her misguided of children, but so long as the hunters and the runics existed... There would only be conflict.. It was time to fight for the hearts of the people.

- Purification: You are capable of purifying even the dirtiest of waters of dirt, other natural unpleasantness, toxic pollutants and even poisons. It's quite literally having the pinpoint focus of separating the pure water from the ingredients that are not wished for.

- Fog: You are capable of producing fog at a quick rate. Because this is a continuous process the user will be winded after this.

- Firearm I: Can accomplish fundamental and basic feats with firearm weapons.
Examples: Pistol, Revolver, Shot Gun, Submachine Gun, Sniper Rifle, Flame Thrower, etc




- Ice I: Frost, snow, ice. This is the raw ability where water chills at your touch up to turning into ice

- Ice Sculptor: (Upgrade of Ice) This has become a refined art for you. Ice spears, discus, hooks, gauntlets.

- Materialize: You can form water in an area where there, to the naked eye, was once none. At this level you can collect from the water molecules in the air, clouds, plants and bodily fluids from corpses of animals or people. What you are capable of accomplishing with this gained water is based upon your level of Manipulation.


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[b]K/K-Project, Yasashiro Isana[/b] as [i]Alistair Grey[/i]