WARWICK, ALASTAIR

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A proper snake in human form, Alastair is as cunning as he is British. Which is to say, very. He is devious and seems to always be plotting something in the back of his mind. His backup plans have backup plans. If you think you've backed him into a corner, then you obviously don't know Alastair Warwick. The man is infinitely more dangerous once you think you've got him on the ropes because that's when he reveals you've been dancing his tune since the word 'go'.[break][break]


Devious though he is, Alastair isn't evil incarnate by any means. He's very proper and has exceptional manners, no doubt from his noble upbringing. He makes for intelligent conversation and can hold talks on almost any topic, regardless of if he has any knowledge on the subject. He has a certain charm about him in a casual setting, making him seem very unassuming and somewhat normal to a degree. This is mostly a ruse on his part, an attempt by him to study those around him when they let their guard down.
THis isn't always the case, as even he needs to just relax and not running his mind at a mile a minute.[break][break]

For all of his intelligence and nobility, however, Alastair's main driving force is "Mission Complete". He will stop at nothing to complete any goal that is put in front of him, regardless of who gets harmed as a result. He puts much thought into what and who not to cross on his path to complete his missions, but he will not hesitate to cut off any loose ends. Success is the only thing that matters to him, regardless of other's opinions.

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The youngest child of the noble Warwick family, Alastair is the younger brother of 7 older sisters. Being the first and only son of a high-ranking officer in the British military, his life was pretty much a struggle from the minute he could walk. Alongside being tutored from the moment he could pick up a book, Alastair might as well have been made to get fit the minute he could do a jumping jack. Though the man never became a paragon of physical strength,
he was certainly no slouch in physical attributes. Alastair life almost rain a monitored schedule between studying and exercise.[break][break]



He wasn't really allowed to grow close to others or socialize, the only kind words he really ever received came from his sisters.
They took care of him more than their mother did, as the older woman was always upkeeping the family's high-society image somewhere away from the Warwick manor. When he wasn't being slammed into a boxing ring or taught to shoot by their father or being tutored by hired scholars, Alastair's sisters would bring him food or talk to him like a normal person. Honestly, they were the only people that he didn't despise on some level as a child.[break][break]

Once he became old enough to join the military, Alastair's father enlisted him. The young man didn't argue. It was all that he had been raised to do, so who he was he to say no. After boot camp, Alastair soared through the ranks almost instantly. His immense intellect and quick build made him a god send in the field. He became a sharpshooter that could hit targets from incredible distances. Over the years, he eventually became in charge of his own troop of men, who soon trusted his skills and sharp mind. Alastair's mission record was flawless and had no blemishes... at least, until his last mission.[break][break]

While on a mission to take down a caravan of terrorists, Alastair made a heinous decision. Without telling his men that the caravan had picked up speed, the man told gis troops to begin setting traps down the path the caravan was approaching. The caravan met the troops whilst they were setting up the traps, and a firefight broke out. Alastair had used his own men as a distraction,
using them as fodder so that he could pick off the head of the caravan in the confusion. Once the dust had settled, only 1\4 of Alastair's troop survived. Those that did reported his actions once they realized what had happened, and one of the troops actually attempted to shoot Alastair in the face. Fortunately, he moved at the last moment, but the muzzle flash blinded his right eye.[break][break]

Alastair was dishonorably discharged from the British armed forces on the spot.[break][break]

After that, he seemed to disappear. He was briefly seen around London after his discharge, but there was no sign of him afterward. This was the case for several months until he randomly reappeared in Tokyo, Japan. Looking no worse for wear than when he discharged, the 27-year-old man now seemed to be wandering about the capital city with a purpose. Despite numerous attempts by his family and others to investigate his return, their information always came up cold. The hired investigators always wound up disappearing or reporting that they couldn't find him. And so, the world outside of Japan decided to leave him be.[break][break]

That was probably for the best. Alastair didn't need any distractions in his new job.