Normal
No death
Character
Alastair Brass
Race: Human
Age: 55
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship: Single
Height: 5'7"
Build: Average
Reference: Here
Player
Lucas Fischer
Nationality: United States
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship: Single
Height: 5'7"
Build: Thin
Reference: Here
Personality
Alastair intends to be seen so loudly and so obnoxiously that he becomes impossible to see as anything but a passing amusement to most and a carefree confidante to some. His persona is ultimately a gaudy act intended to mislead from his true goals in Terrasphere.
This game is an odd one and there are many questions that need answering. As a rampant perfectionist, his work is never done, and he is nothing if not thorough. Alastair plays the chameleon, shifting his personality as needed to seem nonthreatening and dependable to other players. His supportive magic is key to such a strategy. People talk under duress when there's no other avenue, and if someone can heal wounds, perhaps they can heal ones of a mental or emotional sense as well? And so they lean on the shoulder Alastair offers. Gradually he collects little details, connects distant dots, and pulls together a clearer and clearer picture of the events and impacts the game has on the people within it.
There are occasions, of course, where his truer personality shines through. Alastair has a deep well of sincere sympathy and concern for others. While he may have some derision for the game and, initially at least, the people who play it? He still wants them to make it out alive. Preferably whole and hale. He's sentimental at heart. Fatherly even, though he'd be loath to admit it.
Positive: Flamboyant, Insightful, Supportive
Negative: Manipulative, Nosy, Worrywart
Background
Lucas Fischer is neither the first nor the last to be enraptured by tales of a mysterious VRMMORPG. In fact, he wasn't enraptured at all. Years of education, travel, apprenticeship, research, writing, publishing, and renown meant nothing outside the circles he wrote in. He had had the honor to look through the windows of others' lives, to study and write on experiences most would never know, and to offer the findings of the impacts of those conditions on their survivors. Real trauma. Real tragedy. Real stories with real people at their hearts, their identities largely preserved, who had offered their memories and thoughts for the education of others. He never imagined the common man would remember his name scrawled under some headlining article on the psychological impacts of surviving a months-long black out in a filthy rich city designed entirely for tourism and not at all for the infrastructure to support those living there.
And then his boss, one Ms. Alexandria Cartwright, gave him an assignment? He'd balked, bitched, and thrown a fit for the ages, but there was nothing for it. On one hand, she trusted him to handle the emotionally and socially tense nature of the topic. On the other, she enjoyed tormenting him for her own sick kicks. He'd put money on it.
Now, under the name Alastair Brass, journalist Lucas Fischer finds himself having to sink a chunk of his savings into a ridiculously complicated VR setup to play some mythic, killer game. The sooner he can get this deep dive into the psyches of the people who are willing to play a potentially lethal game and endure realistic (and simultaneously fantastical) pain? The sooner he can publish the fucking paper, leech some of Ms. Cartwright's cash via a fat paycheck, and get back to real journalism.
The fuck is wrong with kids these days?
And then his boss, one Ms. Alexandria Cartwright, gave him an assignment? He'd balked, bitched, and thrown a fit for the ages, but there was nothing for it. On one hand, she trusted him to handle the emotionally and socially tense nature of the topic. On the other, she enjoyed tormenting him for her own sick kicks. He'd put money on it.
Now, under the name Alastair Brass, journalist Lucas Fischer finds himself having to sink a chunk of his savings into a ridiculously complicated VR setup to play some mythic, killer game. The sooner he can get this deep dive into the psyches of the people who are willing to play a potentially lethal game and endure realistic (and simultaneously fantastical) pain? The sooner he can publish the fucking paper, leech some of Ms. Cartwright's cash via a fat paycheck, and get back to real journalism.
The fuck is wrong with kids these days?
Occupation: Investigative Journalist
Special Skills: Investigation, Apparently Method Acting
Out of Character
Played by: @Vale
Player tag: @Alastair Brass
UI-locked? No
Year 8
IG (Fate/Grand Order) James Moriarty
RL (Hyponosis Mic) Iruma Jyuto