Alistair Kramer

[Alistair Kramer]

The Basics


Name: Alistair (Kramer).
Nicknames: None really, but when his family were alive they used to call him Ali no one else currently calls him this he doesn't allow it.
Gender: Male.
Date of Birth: October 26 1983.
Age: 28.
Sexuality: Straight.
Clan: Loner (i think)
Appearence:
Alistair has a mysterious look to him at first, when you see him he's strangely intriguing. Standing strongly at 6'4, he's lean but muscular with broad shoulders and chest and a strong jaw. He long-ish hair that can vary from brown to black depending on the lighting. He can often be seen either looking serious or with a small slight smile. His eyes are especially attractively fascinating, at first and usually seem dark brown but tend to flicker orange, yellow, blue and (rarely) green like flames. He can usually be seen wearing dark shirts, dark jeans and a black leather leather jacket, and he also wraps a bandage around his right (marked) wrist.
Abilities:
-Pyrokenisis aka 'Fire Elementalist' or 'Fire Starter'. Definition; can manipulte fire and heat- the ability to control the kinetic energy of atoms to generate, control or absorb fire. But he is not a witch.
-Skilled tracker/hunter.
-Skilled fighter.
-A natural cold reader/deception detector.
Play-By: Taylor Kitsch

Personality

Personality:
Alistair is not hard to miss when he wants you to spot him, but knows how to blend into the background and become all but invisible. He's cautious and weary around others and trusts pretty much no one too easily, and he sometimes wonders if he even knows how to trust anymore since he doesn't think he can trust anyone.
He's very obeservant and intelligent knowing when somethings wrong even without Supernatural senses, sometimes leaving those with them confused whether or not he does. He has a good sense of humour, though it's dry, involving sarcasm, timing and wit.
He's cunning, inightful and intuitive, often trusting his intution and instincts since when he hasn't in the past it's often lead to negative results.
He can be very persuasive and influential, and is as dangerous as the fire he can manipulate- with a rather nasty temper when you expreicence it and unpredictable nature. However he does have a liking for the ladies and can be very flirtatious and charming even when in a dangerous situation and he makes a sexy and fiery passionate lover.

Likes:
Knowing what's going on around him, staying under the radar mostly, most things you can smoke since for some reason none damage his internals but he still gets the same effects anyone does, women, sex (of course), alcohol, 'having fun', food, he likes to get things wrong sometimes and to fix his mistakes and the obvious; any form of heat.
Dislikes:
Missing something, getting caught/seen when he doesn't want to be, arrogance, ignorance, sports, publicity acts, anyone in a human authority position, being told what to do and being too in control.
The Past

Family: Deceased.
Pets: None.
History:
Alistair has never been able to escape his past his family- The Kramers- being on the run since the The Witch Hunt Act were first introduced, his ancestors also being Fire Elementalists were the ones responsible for the burnings at the stake to Witches, Vampires and all Supernatural kinds due to the threat to their own survival (they were often killed beforehand) all the while keeping their abilities secret. As the years prgressed most Elementalists in general, not just Fire ones were wiped out by Supernaturals to close extinction and as they were wiped out the Witch Hunt Act slowly died but Elementalists were there on hunted. Alistair's family from their on being blamed for the close extinction of the Elemental race and hunted like they once did to the others. Although many Supernatural being don't neccessary kill Elementalists on sight now, and only take a strong dislike and stay away from them there are some that still hunt them and in particular the Fire Elementalists.
A witch around five hundred and thirty one years ago curse his family so they'd be marked with a distinctive black tattoo like marking on their inner right wrist with a fire symbol and ancient writings that read 'those who burned others', which is an instant identification marking. Which is why he wears a bandage over his wrist- to hide the markings from others.
Alistair first deveolped his Pyrokenisis ability at the ege of eight when he was being yelled at at school by a teacher- setting fire to a stack of papers on the desk. However he was not suspected butt he did get a scolding from his parents.
At the age of fifteen Alistair had relatively mastered his fire and was skilled with it as well as careful. But at the age of Sixteen his parents Harold (thirty eight) and Susanne (thrity seven), younger siblings May (fourteen), Harry (ten) and Ellie (six) were all murdered whilst he was out with his friends. Their cause of death seeminly being they were pierced through the lungs and blood drained. When he came back and saw his family dead he knew what he had to do- run- even though he wanted to stay, mourn them and attend their funeral he was taught to run so he torched the place he called home and his families lifeless bodies like he was told to do when a Fire Starter was killed and then ran.
Six years later he returned and visitied his famalies graves and investigated their deaths, finding a lead he set off tracking and hunting his parents murderer(s) a group of three Vampires of which he burned to death in his fury which kick started another load of Vampires hunting him which is when he fled England to come to the USA.
However he does not hate vampires, weres or any other species, only the ones who hate him. To others he shows indifference.
When the vampires first made their revealation Alistair was only annoyed about the publicity of it all.



OOC NAME: Tof(:
RP EXPERIANCE: Not long...in fact i've only RP'd once with a friend on FP with a similar theme (supernatural thingies)
HOW'D YOU FIND US?: FP, 'Other Games Board'
RP EXAMPLE: An extract from my own story...if it does not suffice i'll happily get another better one.
The morning was cold Jack Frost blanketed the forest making the place look like a scene from Narnia. Out from a small cave emerged a young male wolf, he felt the ground beneath his feat feeling the crisp chill of the bitter cold covered falling leaves and looked around at his surroundings, sniffing the air before huffing and walking off. Even with his thick black coat he could feel the cold chill of the winter morning. Winter was hard and often resulted in slim pickings due to the lack of vegetation, nuts and grubs so therefore less meals running around, but fortunately some did wander from their warm homes out into the morning like the mouse brown rabbit that was frozen- not from the winter morning but from the sight of the wolf. The wolf had his dark soulless eyes in full focus on the rabbit as he went into hunting mode, he stalked closer and closer only little slow steps and then the rabbit unfroze and so quickly no human could possibly catch it, it ran, ran for its life but the wolf caught it’s movement and the moment the rabbit moved the wolf followed and almost as quick as the rabbit tried to flee, the wolf caught its prey sinking it’s teeth into the rabbits neck. The rabbit kicked a bit trying to get free hoping maybe he would be one of those rare lucky rabbits that escapes, praying that it’ll escape. But the rabbit wasn’t one of those lucky rabbits the wolf sank its teeth in further the rabbit kicked and kicked until the wolf shook it violently just once. Crack.
The wolf finished his meal and walked to the nearest stream thankfully it wasn’t frozen over, washing his muzzle and bloodied paws as well as taking a good long drink of the sparkling grey ice cold water he caught a glimpse of his reflection, but his human face was the one that looked back at him, only this man was a stranger. His golden eyes flickered with happiness, passion and love. He was laughing, the wolf remembered that laugh, and with it came another familiar laugh one that pulled on his heart strings. Her laugh. A beautiful echoing melody of a sound that made his almost nonexistent heart ache. He growled and swiped his paw across the man’s face, hat man had died when she died.
He had almost not noticed someone else was with him, he growled ‘Go away, brother’ he did not speak, no that’d be impossible but he could speak to other wolves through his mind, like humans would do to speak normally. Though he could not read minds, no wolf could. That’s not how it worked. He turned around to see his brother standing on a rock a good few feet away; neither of them liked each other anymore- they hated each other. His brother’s fur was silvery grey-brown back with light tan undersides but his neck areas and shoulders were darker due to winter, with silver eyes like the phantom glow of the moon ‘I do not wish to be here as much as you do not wish me to be here Castor’ His brother said in his smooth voice.
‘I doubt that, since if you did feel as strongly you wouldn’t be there, Pollux’ The two brothers look at each other coldly.
‘I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a serious matter- about something important’ Pollux replied, Castor saw something flicker in his brother’s eyes but didn’t care what he had to say, not much mattered to him anymore if anything at all did. He turned to leave.
‘It’s about her, brother’ Polluxs aid boldly. Castor stopped for a split second just long enough for Pollux to tell him what he came to tell him, Castor snapped turned and in a blur had his brother’s face to the ground in the wolves submission position ‘Lies’ He growled in his brothers face, his brother didn’t submit however.
‘Why would i lie about such a thing?!’ His brother snapped back, offended and fought out from under his brother.
‘I loved her too you know’ His brother looked into the forest, away from Castor and seemingly not intot the forest itself, his eyes showed his mind was definitely not in this time, it was in the past. Castor huffed, and grudgingly gave his brother the benefit of the doubt; there were more important matters at hand. He thought about what his brother had said long and hard.
‘It’s not possible’ Castor snarled.
‘I couldn’t believe it myself, but what i say is true- come see with your own eyes’