Alistair Sterling
Rogue (Mastermind) 13 / Fighter (Battle Master) 7
Alistair Sterling
Species
Human
Appearance
Alistair is a crisp, impeccably dressed human whose iron-grey hair is combed so precisely that it seems architectural. His hazel eyes are sharp and assessing, with the unnerving stillness of a surveyor measuring a bridge before crossing it. His posture remains erect even when seated, and he moves with economical, silent precision, never wasting a turn of the wrist or a glance. Within a minute of meeting him, people notice his teeth: unusually square, faintly crowded incisors that show whenever he smiles, giving his polished courtesy an oddly predatory edge. He eats with tiny, exact bites and chews as though reviewing evidence. The contradiction is striking: despite his severe military presentation, he has an almost delicate habit of humming lullabies under his breath when reading invoices. When rattled, the humming stops, his breathing becomes audible through his nose, and every sentence is separated by a measured inhale.
“Measured, precise, and quietly resonant. He speaks in complete sentences, uses names and dates whenever possible, and never raises his volume unless giving a battlefield command.”
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Distinguishing Features
Square, slightly crowded front teeth that make his narrow smile strangely predatory.
A faint silver line tattooed around his right wrist, marking his first Consortium contract.
He hums old children's lullabies while reading financial documents.
His right boot has a concealed metal heel compartment for a glass-cutting pick.
He never allows a chair to place his back toward a door, window, or reflective surface.
Voice
“A low, cultivated baritone with a faint rasp at the edges, as though every word has passed through a locked gate. His tone remains courteous under pressure, but his breaths become audible and clipped when someone surprises him.”
Clothing
A tailored military-grade doublet of deep navy wool with subtle silver piping, a high cream collar, charcoal trousers, polished leather riding boots, fitted gloves, and a weatherproof travelling cloak lined with translucent blue thread. His clothing contains hidden document sleeves, reinforced seams, and a small Consortium signet concealed beneath the left cuff.
Body Language
Alistair sits with both feet planted and his hands folded over his cane or contract case. He angles his body toward whoever has the most authority in the room, but his eyes frequently measure exits, guards, and unattended documents. His smile is narrow and toothy. When deciding whether to trust someone, he gently presses his tongue against one crowded incisor.
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