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_______ DOG: ALISTAIR
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【 Name 】
xxx►xxAlistair d'Ibelin
【 Age】
xxx►xxTwenty-four
【 Gender】
xxx►xxMale
【 Race】
xxx►xxHuman
【 History】
xxx►xxWhen people talk about being born into wealth and fame, they are describing the very lifestyle that Alistair has pretty much always had. He never really knew his father, and if he believed what his mother told him, then he was glad he never had the man in his life. He was raised solely by his mother, who had an uncanny talent for technology and biomedical engineering. Due to her profession, she has always been well stocked financially, and gave Alistair the perfect life and everything he ever wanted. He was by no means stuck up, though. Though he could have had everything, he hardly ever asked for anything. In truth, he was more interested in his mother's work than anything else, and had even spent several long nights helping her with projects.
During his late teenage years, there was an accident. Sort of. He had volunteered to stay behind at the lab that he and his mother both worked at, explaining that she had been up for two nights straight and needed to get some rest. He had no problem staying behind and finishing up the small stuff so that she could head home early. Reluctantly, she took him up on his offer. However, within about five minutes or so of her leaving, the incident struck. He had heard the door open behind him and, thinking that his mother had returned for some reason, he turned around to inquire what she was doing back. Only, it wasn't his mother behind him. It was a tall man whose face he could hardly see, but the devilish grin and diabolical laugh was impossible to ignore. He didn't have time to move or even speak. Just as soon as he saw the figure, he was blinded by a bright flash of orange, yellow and white, which quickly subsided into darkness. He came to a few minutes later, just as a rescue team had been dispatched to put out the fire that engulfed the lab around him. He tried to stand, realizing he needed to hurry outside unless he wanted to be burned alive. But standing was no longer an option. A sudden pain shot through him and when he looked down, his eyes widened with horror and he screamed. Yes, screamed. One of his legs was no longer attached to his body, and the other was so mangled it was beyond useable. But he was a fighter, and chose to crawl in pain to the emergency exit across the large lab room where he was picked up by the rescue team and rushed to the hospital.
His mother's name is Elana d'Ibelin, the Director of the Development Division under Zen Druik and designer to many of the weapons and synthetic limbs and implants used around the world. Being that she worked for Zen meant she was a probably target for the Gifted, the supernatural monsters that his mother had been developing weapons to fight against. Putting two and two together was not hard, and he realized the explosion that had rendered him to this sorry state had been caused by one of those freaks in an attempt to kill Elana. They failed, and instead fueled the already raging flame of detestation that they felt for the Gifted ones. Alistair spent close to six months in a wheel chair, still working with his mother while his burns and wounds healed. What happened was terrible, but it was not enough to keep him down and make him stop working.
Proof of this was when he told his mother he wanted to join the Black Dogs Corps. Of course, he was still bound to a wheel chair, but he persisted until Elana finally broke down and agreed to allow him the opportunity. But being in the Corps meant he had to be able to walk and run, which meant he needed legs. And that was where her specialty came into play. She developed for him a new leg for the one he lost and repaired the mangled limb that remained with synthetic muscles and a reinforced carbon fiber frame. The design seemed simple, but it allowed for great feats once he was able to get used to them. He spent nearly a year in therapy, training himself to use them properly while simultaneously training himself in the art of combat. Needless to say, he got his chance at the Corps and became a proud member. He far exceeded the expectations that Elana had had for him, and much like one of his few "friends" in the Corps, Eviné, had become one of the best Dogs the Corps had to offer. (Don't be mistaken. They tolerate each others' company and don't really have any necessity to speak except for some minor small talk. That's just how she is and he's fine with that. She's already put off his harmlessly flirting enough as it is).
【 Weapons】
xxx►xxGilgamesh and Pandora: These are his pride and joy when it comes to his weapons. Gilgamesh and Pandora are nearly identical handguns, customized to look exactly the same with unique tribal designs running down the barrels. Their difference in design lie in Gilgamesh being a silver gun with black designs whereas Pandora is inverted in its colour scheme. They are both customized to carry various amounts of customized bullets designed by the weapon's development teams. In his arsenal include Shrapnel Rounds which, in essence, are like shotgun blasts being fired from a pistol, in that each bullet upon exiting the barrel shatters into tiny bits of shrapnel that cover a decent sized arch from the firing point. This shot is primarily used for close range. Neurotoxin Rounds are self-explanatory, as they are rounds coated and filled with a specialized neurotoxin that he engineered himself, It has a fail safe system in which, on the off chance, the toxin that the bullet is coated in doesn't take effect as it is intended to, the toxin that the bullet is filled with will. Upon impact and penetration, the tip of the bullet bursts, sending the toxin on its merry way up into one's bloodstream and right to the heart where it would stop the organ's beating within a span of minutes. His High-Explosive (HE) Rounds are packed with highly effective, military grade explosives and are slightly bigger than the average bullet. While the amount of explosive packed into each bullet is low, the yield of each bullet is enough to cause the damage necessary to get the job done. A single round would be enough to blow a decent sized hole through a single layered brick wall with no problem. He also carries regular bullets to use for rapid discharging of his weapons, since regular bullets do not cost a thing compared to his customized ones.
►Bahamut: Bahamut is his third and final handgun, which is a reserve for emergency-use only type of weapon. It's larger and much heavier than Gilgamesh and Pandora with a silver base and a red flame design down the barrel, and is unique in that unlike his other weapons, this particular gun requires energy from Valor's core to fire. Upon pulling the trigger, Bahamut is capable of firing an extremely powerful cannon-like blast of raw energy with seemingly no trajectory. In other words, gravity has no effect on this weapon. The blast keeps going until it hits something. Upon impact, however, the blast contains of the yield of what you might call a pocket nuke. It's not enough to level a city block by any means, but it will demolish a building or two, or three, once it has exploded. It is by no means a close range weapon and it is not something that can be fired several times. Due to the mechanics of this weapon, each clip is only capable of firing a single shot, and he is unable to carry more than one clip on him at any time because the energy would just dissipate into the atmosphere if left exposed to the open air.
►Biomechanical Synthetic Legs: Unlike many of the other Dogs, <Name> doesn't require any specialized boots to increase his running speed and ability to jump. After losing the ability to properly use his legs in an accident, his legs were upgraded and repaired with synthetic muscle implants and a unique, reinforced carbon fiber framing that increase both his running speed and his ability to jump. These new legs have also come in quite handy for martial arts style combat, having the durability that they do plus the strength and lack of overall feeling, allowing him to cause damage with his legs while receiving very little. Even with damage received, he would not be able to feel much pain from it. It gives him an edge with his agility, but recently his legs have been receiving new and improved implants, which are still leaving room for error as he tries to get used to them.
►Knives: He carries two knives on his person at all times, one on his hip and a smaller one on his leg. There is nothing unique about these knives other than they are made from a reinforced metallic alloy that allow for increased durability while still remaining light enough to use effectively.
【 Notes】
xxx►xxHe really enjoys cooking whenever he can as long as its not seafood related.
►He has a bit of a sweet tooth and loves milk chocolates. Not that dark, bitter crap.
►Although he doesn't wear them unless there's no one around or if he can't help it, he actually requires glasses for reading nowadays; though he would never admit to needing such a thing.
►He has a unique fighting styles that, in some ways, reflects that of Evine's. He combines martial arts with his firearms and knives, though it has no official name yet.
►Though you would not call it a phobia of sorts, he does have an irrational fear of not doing anything. One would think that explosions would scare him, especially after what happened to his legs, but instead he moved past it and allowed it to be a motivation for him to keep moving. They frighten him, but he acts quickly and jumps right into the heat of whatever is going on, knowing all too well that if he hesitates he will freeze up.
►Though he would never tell anyone, his training has caused him to go through extreme pain and sometimes extreme electrocution (yeah, he had it rough), and thus has a severe discomfort with electric-type weapons and such, which is why he has no such bullets.
►He is not a womanizer by any means, but he does flirt with the ladies, even if it is only in a harmless manner. He has not found anyone he has been remotely interested in, so all of his flirting has always been within standard flirting bounds.
►Fun fact about Elane: She is the developer for Eviné HARMONIUM.
xxx►xxTemporarily Schizophrenic
