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Alistair

Alistair is a Cherubim Angel who has been on earth for many years. Most of his earthly time was spent in Europe, where he battled the encroaching armies of the damned and the banal. In service to the Divine and in working to accomplish his missions, he became attached to groups of lightbringers, aiding them as he could. For years, he did many good works, inspiring people to have faith in life again, rekindling the spark of hope that seems to gutter and die within people so easily these days. All the time, though, the mortal world was making inroads into him, slowly changing and corrupting him.

He was working with a group of other Eldritch - Deavas - in Germany, unravelling a network of people who ran drugs and were involved in a blood cult. The situation seemed as black and white as could be hoped for. There were innocent people being taken advantage of and killed, and there were people taking advantage and killing. However, the more that he found out about them, the more Alistair realised just how complicated it was. The victims he found had found with the cult what so many others lack and what he himself always worked so hard give to people: they had a love of life, a love of all things in God's creation, and a love of each other. They were certainly going to be sacrificed at some point in their lives, but until then they were happy in a way that few humans ever are. The more he thought about it, the more ambiguous the situation became to Alistair. How many people suffered to put food on supermarket shelves? How many people were exploited and cheated along the supply chain? How many of the artists he loved so much for bringing hope and inspiration to the world were themselves deeply unhappy, drawing their energy from some tangled pool of self-torture? And how much of the art they produced was of them, and not of drugs, or psychoses, or anger at a world that didn't understand them? The more he thought about it, the more things became unravelled in his mind, the more he found the taint of evil in everything he once found good. When the opportunity came to kill the people at the head of the cult, he turned and left, leaving his companions to face a battle made unfair by his departure.

Knowing he had erred greatly and not understanding why, Alistair left for the New World along with so many other Eldritch, spending time drifting slowly south from New York until he found himself in New London. He met the Fantast priest Jacob Pastorson with whom he spent many nights talking, fascinated with this mortal man who could see the dead. Eventually Alistair, in turn, opened up to him and confessed he had not heard his inner voice since he left, and believed it was punishment for his failure. The priest convinced him that wandering aimlessly was doing nothing to help him, and that he should stay in New London. Since then he has done, trying to understand why he failed so severely, and trying to rebuild his view of the world.

Alistair looks like an unremarkable man in his mid to late twenties, with stocky build and almost ratty pony-tail. He wears simple yet neat clothes such as demin and long-sleeved shirts, which he found while travelling need little maintenance. He spends his time helping the priest maintain the church, aiding any lost souls he finds and trying to better understand how humans cope with the deeply ambiguous world in which they live.