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Jul. 27th, 2024 11:49 pm[ New York City was a beautiful place. Full of life. Bursting with scenery. Alastor wanted to leave immediately.
But, ahhh, no. It would do him no good to hop on the next flight back down to New Orleans simply because he missed home. At least not with the damnable FBI involved in tracking down what the media was dubbing The Bayou Butcher. It seems that either the wrong person tuned in to his latest show and sent a recording to the local authorities, or perhaps he simply wasn't as careful as he thought he had been in selecting his last victim. Regardless, the motion activated camera system he had posted along the foot path leading to his little shack had activated while he was slumbering off that meal, giving him barely enough time to escape through a hidden entrance before the front entrance was being kicked in.
At least he still had his recordings.
Every single show he's recorded since beginning his official career as a serial killer all squashed down onto an external hard drive, currently locked safely in his hotel room's safe along with the hunting knife that had once belonged to his maternal grandfather. Safe and sound while he sat at a little table just outside an even littler cafe sipping his coffee. He was just about to reach for his cup once more when he felt the soft caress of a hand that didn't truly exist on the backs of his fingers, something that would have made him drop the cup entirely ha he not been used to it by now. ]
Easy now. We have only just arrived, you realize. [ He said, voice soft and low behind the rim of his coffee cup as he felt the presence of his shadow hovering near. Its whispering, maddening, chittery voice brushed right against his ear as he turned the page of his book. ] No. Patience. When we are sure to have not been followed, then we shall have a meal. No sooner.
But, ahhh, no. It would do him no good to hop on the next flight back down to New Orleans simply because he missed home. At least not with the damnable FBI involved in tracking down what the media was dubbing The Bayou Butcher. It seems that either the wrong person tuned in to his latest show and sent a recording to the local authorities, or perhaps he simply wasn't as careful as he thought he had been in selecting his last victim. Regardless, the motion activated camera system he had posted along the foot path leading to his little shack had activated while he was slumbering off that meal, giving him barely enough time to escape through a hidden entrance before the front entrance was being kicked in.
At least he still had his recordings.
Every single show he's recorded since beginning his official career as a serial killer all squashed down onto an external hard drive, currently locked safely in his hotel room's safe along with the hunting knife that had once belonged to his maternal grandfather. Safe and sound while he sat at a little table just outside an even littler cafe sipping his coffee. He was just about to reach for his cup once more when he felt the soft caress of a hand that didn't truly exist on the backs of his fingers, something that would have made him drop the cup entirely ha he not been used to it by now. ]
Easy now. We have only just arrived, you realize. [ He said, voice soft and low behind the rim of his coffee cup as he felt the presence of his shadow hovering near. Its whispering, maddening, chittery voice brushed right against his ear as he turned the page of his book. ] No. Patience. When we are sure to have not been followed, then we shall have a meal. No sooner.
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May. 4th, 2024 01:51 pmPLAYER
NAME: kay
CONTACT: itsyaboikay (discord and plurk)
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: Super early in the morning around 3 am EST, then sporadically through the day until around 7 pm.
BRACKETS/PROSE: Either or! I'm flexible.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: None that pertain to RP.
CONTACT: itsyaboikay (discord and plurk)
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: Super early in the morning around 3 am EST, then sporadically through the day until around 7 pm.
BRACKETS/PROSE: Either or! I'm flexible.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: None that pertain to RP.
IN CHARACTER
PHYSICAL AFFECTION: Alastor is a strict NO TOUCHY rule with 99% of people. Boy doesn't like being touched unless he gives permission and even then they have to know him really really well if they don't want to lose a limb.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Be aware that he'll bite back!!
RELATIONSHIPS: radiodust lives rent free in my head 24/7 and is my main ship for Alastor, but I'm not afraid to branch into platonic ships.
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION: Trust me. You really don't want inside that mind of his.
MAGICAL INFORMATION: Alastor is capable of casting high levels of demon magic due to [REDACTED]
MEDICAL INFORMATION: Alastor has a host of scars he keeps hidden under his clothes. No, he still doesn't have a tail PLEASE STOP TRYING TO LOOK AT IT SAVE YOURSEVES
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: Touching, dogs, Vox.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Be aware that he'll bite back!!
RELATIONSHIPS: radiodust lives rent free in my head 24/7 and is my main ship for Alastor, but I'm not afraid to branch into platonic ships.
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION: Trust me. You really don't want inside that mind of his.
MAGICAL INFORMATION: Alastor is capable of casting high levels of demon magic due to [REDACTED]
MEDICAL INFORMATION: Alastor has a host of scars he keeps hidden under his clothes. No, he still doesn't have a tail PLEASE STOP TRYING TO LOOK AT IT SAVE YOURSEVES
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: Touching, dogs, Vox.
OUT OF CHARACTER
BACKTAGGING: Absolutely!!!
THREADHOPPING: Yes!!!
FOURTHWALLING: NO!!!
NOT INTERESTED IN: Again, I'm flexible. There's not much I won't do.
NOTES: Please feel free to DM me if you have any comments, questions or concerns. Don't be afraid to tell me if I'm spamming you too much with tags or replies or even to say you aren't interested in a certain ship or interaction with my character. I won't get offended in the slightest and would much rather know if there's something I'm doing wrong than continue doing any harm.
THREADHOPPING: Yes!!!
FOURTHWALLING: NO!!!
NOT INTERESTED IN: Again, I'm flexible. There's not much I won't do.
NOTES: Please feel free to DM me if you have any comments, questions or concerns. Don't be afraid to tell me if I'm spamming you too much with tags or replies or even to say you aren't interested in a certain ship or interaction with my character. I won't get offended in the slightest and would much rather know if there's something I'm doing wrong than continue doing any harm.
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
VISUAL: Alastor is very tall and very red and very smiley.
AURAL: He always gives off a very faint radio hum even when he isn't talking. It helps to cover up the eerie whispers coming from the shadows whenever he's near.
OLFACTORY: He always has the faintest stench of blood to him that he doesn't really try to hide anymore.
DEMEANOUR: Very mild mannered and amiable on the outside but can and will murder someone for the smallest slight against him should he be in bad enough of a mood.
AURAL: He always gives off a very faint radio hum even when he isn't talking. It helps to cover up the eerie whispers coming from the shadows whenever he's near.
OLFACTORY: He always has the faintest stench of blood to him that he doesn't really try to hide anymore.
DEMEANOUR: Very mild mannered and amiable on the outside but can and will murder someone for the smallest slight against him should he be in bad enough of a mood.
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Headcanons
May. 4th, 2024 01:43 pmINFORMATION:
headcanons
section name.
yes, alastor is asexual. but no he is not 100% sex repulsed. he can and will have sex when he chooses to. it's just rare for him to ever choose to.NO TOUCHY. he really really doesn't like being touched unless he's given express consent. even then it takes quite a while for him to want someone to touch him.
he's not a dog person. in fact he's not really much of an animal person period? animals tend to hate him, even in hell. weird that.
prefers tea to coffee but will drink both when offered.
much of what he does is for one very simple reason: he's bored.
alastor is far from a good person and WILL slaughter someone innocent if he so chooses to, but the overlords he slaughters and takes ownership of aren't all sunshine and rainbows, either. they're in hell. they're demons. they're there for a fucking reason.
yes, he has a tail. no you may not see it, touch it, smell it, or even acknowledge its existence. it's for your own good.
part of his punishment in hell is going through ruts where he absolutely cannot resist the urge to have sex. they're extremely intense, particularly for whoever he has sex with, and can last upwards of two to three days.
his dick is similar to a white-tailed deer. very long with a knot at the base of the shaft that will become enlarged during ruts or when he's particularly turned on during sex.
in between ruts, he'll satisfy his lovers using his shadow or tentacles when he's not feeling in the mood. he gets some measure of satisfaction watching his partner get pleasure from these extensions of himself, though it's rare that he'll truly get off unless he wants to.
he's connected to his shadows senses and can feel, hear, taste and smell most of what it does. everything is muted though as if he's experiencing them with a blanket or some other barrier in the way.
when alive, he worked extremely hard on his transatlantic accent in order to sound as white as possible behind the radio because he was only white-passing in certain lighting.
it's been so long since he spoke using the creole accent he was born into that if he were to try now, he would sound like an amateur actor playing the role rather than someone actually born creole.
alastor's mother was a woman of color and a prostitute in downtown new orleans, his father an unknown white man that paid his mother for sex before disappearing from their lives. little did he know, the man that fathered him was a priest that had a wife and kids but also a penchant for cheating on said wife.
his mother's profession didn't make him hate sex, more become disillusioned to it. coupled with a condition that made him hypersensitive to touch, it led to him developing his attitude towards sex though he discovered in his teenage years that he was romantically interested in other boys.
he didn't come to hate sex in full until he was dead and found that his punishment in hell was the need to actually have sex despite not being into the act.
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May. 4th, 2024 12:22 pmAlastor
full name:
alastor
alias:
the radio demon
age/dob:
125-130
pronouns:
he/him
sexuality:
asexual homoromantic
occupation:
serial killer, radio host
hometown:
new orleans
race:
sinner
PERSONALITY
alastor is the embodiment of neutral chaos. while he may wear a perpetual grin on the outside, the smile is just a mask to hide what he's feeling and thinking in order to hold on to some measure of control in any situation he is in. he has a great deal of self importance, making sure that every move he makes is to his benefit first and foremost. he values respect and manners and is not afraid to show his anger/displeasure when someone jabs at his pride. alastor knows he's not a good person, and he revels in that fact and in the power he holds instilling fear in other demons. he is not a complete and utter monster, however, and does have his emotions and fears buried under it all. it just takes a jackhammer and some elbow grease to get to that layer.
Appearance
7'0 . eyes - red. hair - red and blacklike many sinners in hell, alastor is much taller than he was as a human. standing at 7 feet tall, he is by no means the tallest demon around, but he is far from being the shortest. he is very thin in spite of his love for food with claw tipped hands and hooves hidden in specially tailored shoes. atop his head is a set of antlers that change size and shape with his mood as well as a pair of very fluffy ears. no, he does not have a tail under his coat, do not ask to see it, it does not exist- NO DON'T LOOK.
in life, alastor was born in new orleans at the start of the 20th century. being of mixed race, his life was by no means an easy one, but his mother did her best to at least make things comfortable for the two of them. the only thing he could ever resent her for was hiding the identity of his birth father from him.
as he grew older, he discovered his love for radio as the phenomenon took root across america. this love bloomed into a talent for captivating others with his voice once hidden behind the microphone during daytime hours and helped earn him a pretty penny.
late at night, however, if one were to tune in to a certain frequency while traveling through the bayous out side new orleans, they would pick up on an extra special show alastor hosted. one where they could hear the radio host slowly torture and eat his victims, often alive, while on air. many of these victims would last over the course of several episodes, but some were far less entertaining for him and so he finished them off far quicker. those were the lucky ones.
alastor does not remember much of his death, simply the barking of dogs and the stench of the swamp. once in hell, he began to make a name for himself by killing other demons. just as in life, he would take his victims and broadcast their torture live on air. once the demonic overlords were dead, he would stake his claim on their territory and take their contracts on the souls in their employment for his own to do as he pleased.
as he grew older, he discovered his love for radio as the phenomenon took root across america. this love bloomed into a talent for captivating others with his voice once hidden behind the microphone during daytime hours and helped earn him a pretty penny.
late at night, however, if one were to tune in to a certain frequency while traveling through the bayous out side new orleans, they would pick up on an extra special show alastor hosted. one where they could hear the radio host slowly torture and eat his victims, often alive, while on air. many of these victims would last over the course of several episodes, but some were far less entertaining for him and so he finished them off far quicker. those were the lucky ones.
alastor does not remember much of his death, simply the barking of dogs and the stench of the swamp. once in hell, he began to make a name for himself by killing other demons. just as in life, he would take his victims and broadcast their torture live on air. once the demonic overlords were dead, he would stake his claim on their territory and take their contracts on the souls in their employment for his own to do as he pleased.
history
Abilities
shadow manipulation
alastor's shadow is sentient, allowing him to control it and other shadows to his advantage. it also allows him to summon eldritch-like tentacles when needed.
radio wave manipulation.
with his power being radio based, he has much control over any and all radio waves that surround him, including but not limited to summoning music, manipulating sounds and amplifying his own voice
ooc info:
player name - kay . timezone - est . contact - itsyaboikay (discord and plurk) . other journals - brightshinybrandbaby
