Alistair is a tall, gaunt Half-Elf with bone white hair and eyes like polished slate. He wears battered plate armor that has been scorched by hellfire and never polished. A jagged scar crosses his face from temple to jaw, and he moves with a predatory, heavy grace.

He is cold and humorless, driven by a singular purpose that has consumed his humanity. He speaks in short, clipped sentences and rarely looks away when addressed. To Alistair, the world is divided into predators and prey, and he has chosen to be the thing that hunts the hunters.

Born in the borderlands, Alistair watched as his village was methodically dismantled by the Whispering Fang, a cult dedicated to the worship of ancient demons. While he lay buried under the rubble of his father's smithy, he made a silent vow that the screaming of his kin would be the last music his enemies ever heard. He was pulled from the ruins by a wandering knight of the Oath, who taught him that anger without a blade is just a slow suicide. For two decades, he has tracked the cult across the continent, leaving a trail of ash and silver. He does not seek peace or closure, only the completion of his tally. His sister was taken alive during the raid, and every night he sees her face in his dreams, demanding to know why he was the one who survived. This haunting drives him through every wound and exhaustion, making him a relentless force of divine retribution.