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-------The world was bright and only hazy geometric shapes were comprehensible at the time. I knew this was my first memory, my first thought, but it would never last. A young brain can only hold so much. I would forget this memory in time and if you asked me today if I remember seeing for the first time, I would shake my head with defeat. However, it is still within time and has been told to me for years. "Alastair," my mother cooed as she looked down at me. Her voice always had this sweet, gentle tang to it. It would relax the tensest of stressed people. Her cheeks were a bright red and her smile was visible as it spread across her face. As for my father? Who knows.
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by me
Name //
Alastair Armstrong Fleet.
Gender //
Agender; DMAB.
Pronoun Preference //
He/him.
Sexual Orientation //
Demiromantic homosexual (closeted).
Personality //
From anyone's point of view, Alastair is a very unapproachable figure. He's into the corrupted politics of America, so why should be trusted? Not to mention that he's often quite cold and strict. Even though he's generally more quiet and reserved, if you get him going on something and you get on his nerves, Alastair can be quite irritable and can lash out. Oh, and he'll be blunt and straightforward about it, too! He won't give up on something he believes in and he'll do whatever means are necessary to get what he wants.Of course, "anger" is simply a way to mask up the true meaning of the word. "Anger" is not a raw emotion, it is rather a high ladder you must climb before you reach "anger". This ladder is known as the ladder of pain and hurt. Other than that, he's too intelligent and witty; although clever and sly might be another way to describe it. Alastair makes it so that he seems greedy. He's quite cheap and doesn't like to spend nor give his money away. Saving money is key for him, just in case anything bad happens. However, with that being said, he's often quite misunderstood. Alastair isn't all too bad, despite his outer appearance being an ominous and stern man. He's simply a realist. Also, he's been hardened over the years from his father's put downs and has learned to keep his inner core to himself. He's a pessimist, as he is a glass-half-empty kind if guy. He worries too much (especially for Taiga, Pomme and Foster), which has brought him to be very overprotective. Alastair has always had a passion for art, even as a young child. His creativity never ceases, as his artwork is his escape. It's quite funny, actually. You might think at first glance that Alastair has an analytical mind -- a mind full of math and equations, but his imagination is much stronger than that. Of course, his spontaneous art is a well kept secret. He doesn't like other people knowing his originality because he's afraid it'll ruin his business name. Alastair donates his art to an art gallery that regularly hosts charity events. They auction of the donated art and the money goes to a charity. In a way, Alastair likes to think he's giving something to the people. Of course, it is always under an alias and never his own name. On the off chance that anyone finds out, Alastair gets really flustered and irritated when his secret is figured out. He's generally not too insecure, but when it comes to his art, he doesn't like people seeing it. He's the same way when you get more into depth with him because he doesn't trust people too easily to let them in. Alastair doesn't let people in often, in fear of being hurt or judged, but even though he won't admit it, he's a complete and utter sap. He's also quite fatherly and has grown to like children after taking in Taiga.
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-------I was now a young child who learned to walk and talk. My mother was my inspiration. She showed me how to pick up a paintbrush and settle swift strokes of vivid paint on the paper. It was in that moment that the fuel was ignited to burn for a lifetime. A miracle, they called it. Nobody expected the flame to last that long and certainly not my father. "Why are you showing him such ludicrous behavior?!" My father would scold my mother. I was a mere child, for I could not do much to change my mother's fate, nor mine.
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Relationship with his Mother //
Alastair was close with his mom -- in fact, he always was kind of a mamma's boy. His mom was a bright and spontaneous person who had a big heart, but often got caught up in her own flaws. She was the one who taught Alastair how to draw and paint, which has been one of his everlasting enjoyments. His mom would often protect him from the dangers of the harsh world. While he appreciated this as a young kid, Alastair ended up being hit real hard when he saw the real world as he got older. This caused probably one of the very few disagreements he and his mom had. Alastair had felt that she should have warned him, or at least not have completely blindsided him. Parents often like to shield their kids from the bitter realities since no kid needs to endure to grow up too soon, but is it for good or for bad?
Relationship with his Father //
Nothing could heal the damage that Alastair's father inflicted on him and his brother. Words hurt just as much as any old scrape or bruise -- or worse. Alastair has felt his father's put downs even as kid, which always stuck with him. He had never dared to fight back, until Alastair grew into a teenager. Even though he'll probably tell you that his father never agreed with him, it was in fact that Alastair always contradicted his father. He would not show it, but Alastair found the beatings with no touch detrimental to his emotional well being. On the outside, he's stiff as a rock, but on the inside? That's a different, more complex story. After all this was said and done, you could easily look at him now and see his father in him. The frigid appearance and the sheer rage. Do not think of it as anger, though. It is rather the weathering of years of suffering. Some people just like to say they are "angry" instead of saying what it really is. That, my friend, is being hurt.

Relationship with Taiga //
Something about her clicked when Alastair first met Taiga, which later brought him to adopt her. At first, he had been insecure when he first took Taiga under his wing. He had never taken full responsibility for a kid, let along adopt a child of his own. Alastair isn't much of a worrier, but he often found himself trying hard to impress Taiga. He often stressed out that he was too stiff and that Taiga wouldn't like him, but Alastair soon realized that it wasn't necessary. The two warmed up to each other within time. Nowadays, Taiga is one of only a small handful of people that see Alastair's true colors. He sometimes lets her see his artwork. They often goof off and make their own silly painting, which would then be followed by a relaxing evening watching one of Taiga's movie of choice.

Relationship with Araceli //
Alastair was very apprehensive when he first met Araceli. Would you trust someone who arrived on your doormat and claimed to be your long lost half-sister? Naturally, Alastair figured she was some commoner who wanted his family's money, so he ran a DNA test and you know the rest of the story. Still, he was uneasy at the thought of a new half-sibling! He couldn't help but think, Why? Why now? Why do you now reveal yourself as my half-sister? Why bother? However, his doubt was soon numb after he saw how Araceli acts. She is an exuberant person who fluctuated often, but the fact that they were family didn't waver. This stood out to Alastair, so he figured he give it a go and he invited Araceli to stay with him. Araceli still continues to kid around with him, so just a friendly PSA to Araceli: Even though Alastair doesn't show it, he really does like you and finds you funny!

Relationship with Moscow //
A friend. A good and very close friend at that, too. Yes, Moscow and Alastair have been friends for... well, as long as he can remember. They've been through thick and thin together. Each have had their hard times, between Alastair's father and the rumors about Moscow. The two have always had each others' backs since they were young and always will. They both recognize that they can lean on each other when needed, although Alastair has grown away from venting his feelings to her lately, as it was more common when he was younger. Alastair loves her as a friend and has always accepted her. He even once asked her for help to know where to find a nice dream catcher! The only event that really made Alastair hesitate with Moscow was when his father decided to arrange a marriage for them. Even though Alastair enjoyed the company of Moscow, he always knew deep in his heart that marriage wasn't the way to go for them. This also stirred up the feeling that this could possibly ruin his friendship with Moscow, especially after his father passed away and they broke off the marriage. Even with the unsettling feelings, Alastair soon came to realize that they would still be friends no matter what.

Relationship with Rozovyy//
Rozovyy and Alastair have an... interesting friendship, to say the least. The two met through Moscow, as Rozovyy is Moscow's personal butler. At first, Alastair wasn't sure what to think of this man... He was too cool and seemed to take an interest in chasing after people, particularly women. For some reason, this made Alastair uncomfortable because it made him realize that the two aren't so different. Sure, Alastair isn't as flirtatious, but he had never committed to a lengthy relationship like Rozovyy. The closest he's ever gotten to a strong relationship was with the arranged marriage with Moscow, but even that wasn't a true relationship in his mind. In a way, meeting Rozovyy opened his mind to new possibilities. He's very flexible with him and he sometimes even lets him push him around for show. Even if it hurts, Alastair will let him do so. Alastair doesn't know why, but he finds Rozovyy oddly attractive. You didn't hear it from me (I'm not sorry though!).

Relationship with Pomme //
In a way, Alastair almost envies Pomme. She's a boisterous child, but not in a bad way. The fact that she is so carefree and doesn't care about what others think about her makes Alastair think a bit. He almost wishes he was as ignorant about other people. Also, Alastair feels as if he gives of this eerie vibe to Pomme, almost like with Taiga. It's unintentional and he loves her, nonetheless. It has also been taken to his attention that she also loves art. Although he was hesitant at first, Alastair would drop some quiet tips to the kid as she spread paint around the easel. He absolutely loves her work. However, on the flip side, Alastair is always telling Pomme to keep her voice down. He can't stand loud noises for a long period of time. He means nothing by it, except that he'd like a bit of peace and quiet.

Relationship with Foster //
Alastair picked up on Foster's excitable ideas that remained silent only recently. He finds the young boy quite marveling, yet it bothers him... No, I think it scares him more. It scares him to think that Foster might have to endure similar pain when he finds about the harsh realities. Even though Alastair loves the rare, brief moments Foster sheds some light on his imagination, he's afraid for him. This has brought him to not be very harsh on Foster because he knows he's more timid than the rest of the family. They don't spend much time together, but Alastair feels like they have the potential to bond. He is concerned that he scares Foster, but has never shared that detail with anyone and especially not Foster. Alastair is rather rigid, while Foster is more of a soft, quiet individual. Does this formula mix? I suppose time will tell.
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-------Toddling up to my stiff father, I extended out my arms to him. In my hands, I held a paper. Not just any old printer paper, but my paper. It was my first masterpiece. It was colorful, almost lively. There was flowing bright colors, almost like a plaid red scarf that whipped around in the dull, snowy haze of the tempest. My father? He looked at me. He just looked straight at me. It was unnerving, almost intimidating, when I look back on it now. He let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head. After successfully crumpling up my artwork, my father tossed it to my feet. I was still stuck in single digits.
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by balto.
Brief History Refinement //
The two parents met on one of Alastair's father's business trips. His father, who was a wealthy English man, visited America. It was there he met a shy young woman. She was American-born, but she has German and Italian roots. Although love at first sight is such a rare commodity and might seem quite cliche (I think so, so it's okay if you do, too), but something about each other drew them to each other, almost like a magnet that only attracts to its opposite polarity. Their relationship was hard to maintain, since Alastair's mother would forever and always be a patriotic American, so she was reluctant to leave the only home she knew and his father was always flip-flopping back and forth. To secure their relationship, they married. The two lovers would soon have the child we all know, Alastair. His brother, Ezra, would soon follow. The brothers lived in America with their mother for the first few years of their lives, until their mother finally agreed to move to leave California and move to England. Alastair would eventually get duel citizenship in America and England. He was quite spontaneous as a child, but he was often the subject of his father's put downs. His mother often tried to lighten up her husband, which she often succeeded at, but there would still be reprimanding. Alastair stayed close with his mother often. Within a couple years, Alastair met his friend that would last a lifetime, Moscow. Moscow was also one of his very few friends. He was not the most social child, unfortunately.
As he grew older, his father continuously objected to his hobby of art. It kept growing on him for a while, until Alastair couldn't take it. He spoke up and fought back. Yes, it felt good to finally get it out of his system. Also, Ezra wished to return to America for his career, but Alastair managed to get his dad to agree to letting Ezra go. Meanwhile, Alastair struggled to decide what he should do with his life. His younger brother knew what he wanted to do and acted up on it, but Alastair remained in a public community college. He also struggled with his identity and the thought of the reaction that others would have. Alastair grew more and more insecure, which would later bring him to shelter himself. On top of that, his father was scheming up another idea. Alastair was arranged to marry Moscow. Distraught, Alastair couldn't do much. They are friends, not lovers. Then, his mother become ill and she later died of a terminal illness. This brought a lot of unwelcome feelings to the family and Alastair was so sick and tired of it all. It didn't help that his father was assassinated only a year later. Sure, Alastair wasn't overly found of him, but he was still family.
After calling off the marriage with Moscow, Alastair figured he needed a new start. He wanted to be closer to his brother, so Alastair packed his bags and headed for good ol' California. He continues to live in a mansion there. He was lost for the first couple months, still unsure what to do with his life and he was still coping with the loss of his parents, but Alastair quickly became fascinated in America's politics. This eventually brought him to decide to head off to law school, similar to his brother. It was about a year later that he was in Russia, visiting Moscow and Rozovyy, that he met Taiga. He was at first angered at the thought of someone stealing his wallet, but he had a change of heart when he saw it was such a young child. After learning she was an orphan, Alastair decided that his endless lonely nights should come to a halt. He legally adopted her and the two live in his mansion back in America.
Life seemed good... well, until more drama was stirred into the bowl. Araceli appeared one day and claimed to be his half-sister. Paranoid and skeptical, Alastair made sure to run a DNA test and everything began to unfold. They shared the same father. Alastair was in shock for a while. Araceli was then invited to live in the mansion as well. Her wife and two kids soon joined her.
You know 90% of what I just told you, but what about now? Now, Alastair deals with his excitable family, yet he's so hopeless in love (it may help if you come out, Alastair!). He's currently out of school and is working for a law firm. He will forever and always be a democrat, too. His art has not yet died, as Alastair continues to work in secrecy. The future still lies ahead and who knows what it holds for him.
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-------"Why?!" I had yelled, annoyed with my father's criticism. He had lectured me so many times on how I should grow up to be more manly and strong, not to take part in spontaneous art. I could not help it, I always will have a mind flourishing with imagination. He wanted me to be like him -- a business man. A boring, stuck-up business man. I could not stand the thought of having a calculator for a brain. He envisioned a different idea for me. I had lost my innocence and it was like that, my father wished for me to become a stereotype. I would disobey. Some might say it was just the rebellious teen years kicking in, but to this day, I think not.
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-------In the most cruelest way possible, I had succeed. My brother was long gone off in America and I would soon follow. I cannot say I am not sad nor in remorse, but I cannot deny that I had felt as if a burden was lifted from shoulders. I stood tall, dressed in black, with many people gathered with me. The only voice that spoke was drowned out with the sniffling and sobbing of my family. I remained silent and acted emotionless.
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by me
About the Applier //
Hi there, I'm Vox Nihili, otherwise previously known as Snow! to some. Call me whatever floats your boat. I own three Plumerians -- June, Eucalyptus and Troye. c: I'm generally kind of shy, but I'm not all too bad when you get to know me? My inbox is always open if you have any questions, or wish to RP. You can also contact me on dA. I'm in EST and I'm currently a student. I'm most active on Friday-Sunday, but I am on CS daily.
Credits //
Lyrics are from "The Scientist" by Coldplay (do enjoy the irony).
All coding and writing is done by myself, Vox Nihili.
3/4 pieces of art are by myself, Vox Nihili.
The other piece of art, the one in the middle, is by balto..
Taiga, Moscow, Araceli, Rozovyy and Pomme are owned by Lioncourt.
Foster is owned by Sosna..
Final Words //
I'd just like to wish a quick good luck to everyone entering and two anyone who may be assisting in judging! All I ask is that you thoroughly read my form because there's a lot of key details and deeper meanings. Just think about it a little bit, please. My intent was to make a real character that is so much more than a coin with two heads. I think if you read carefully and take the time to process everything, you'll see he's a lot deeper of a character. Everything is there for a reason! If you've scanned over my form a few days ago, please do reread it anyway because I've added a lot more info, some even to the parts I had up a few days ago. Thank you and best of luck to you all! ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
-------It has been a while since I last thought about my parents. It is scary to think about how far I've come in so short of a life. It's quite funny to see that in a way, my father was right in some situations. Oh, how I hated agreeing with him, but after all, I now see that society is not so accepting as I had hoped. I knew it was bad, but this bad? It's quite past helping. My art, however, will not die with my job or new life. It will always be there and will continue to flourish. I'm tired for a young man, as I have seen so much of the world. No, I am not dying nor dead, I simply reflecting, as this is how I now always start my mornings.
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