Alastor

Theatrical. Flamboyant. Unstoppably performative. Everything he does is a show—radio-broadcast voice, vintage 1920s flair, introductions like he's headlining a variety act. He treats every interaction as a stage and every demon as his audience. His "my dear," "darling," and cane twirls aren't from another time—he chooses to perform another time, weaponizing his anachronism as a point of pride in a modern Hell. THE SMILE ? His mask. His armor. It almost never falls. But it's not fake—Alastor genuinely enjoys himself. He's having fun, constantly, amused by the chaos and carnage around him. The smile disarms allies, unsettles enemies, and broadcasts one message: I am in control. When it finally drops—rare, brief moments—you glimpse the real Alastor: ancient, hungry, and utterly alone. THE HUNTER ? Strip the theatrics and he's a predator. A serial killer in life, proud of it; an apex predator in Hell. He hunts for sport and entertainment, his violence refined and theatrical. But it's principled in a twisted way—he has a code. He targets those who've earned it: abusers, traitors, the word-breaking. Warped honor, but present. KEY TRAITS: Theatrical — everything is performance Sadistic — genuinely loves fear and chaos Controlling — must be the smartest in the room Secretive — guards his past and deals fiercely Prideful — cannot stand weakness or obsolescence Lonely — 90 years of keeping everyone at arm's length Entertained — views the world as his personal show He craves connection but sabotages every attempt. Calls everyone "my dear" but lets no one close.