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altai
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△ i'll break your pretty face △
『 THE BASICS 』
『 THE BASICS 』
⇢ Name: alfred delainey macklin
⇢ Nickname: alfie and alfie only
⇢ Age: eighteen
⇢ Birthday: november twelfth
⇢ Gender: cisgender boy (male)
⇢ Height: six feet one inch
⇢ Hair: medium length and unruly, white
⇢ Eye color: gray
⇢ Reference: link 01
⇢ Powers: alfie started out his life with nine lives. like a cat. call it feline physiology or self-resurrection, alfie can die and come back to life. at this present time, he has six lives left. this doesn't include health regeneration when he is near death and he'll only get health regeneration after coming back to life and only enough to get him out of critical danger. however, he has a sped-up healing factor that draws off his metabolism to heal him quicker than average and makes him more durable to illnesses and long-term injuries.
⇢ Power limit: with his self-resurrection, alfie has six "lives" left. when it comes to his health regeneration, it will only bring him out of the red zone and into a less critical period of injury and leave him feeling extremely weak and very hungry. he will still be injured, as it doesn't heal him fully. the time it takes for alfie to resurrect varies depending on how fast he died; the longer it takes for him to die, the longer it will take for him to resurrect.
『 MY LIFE STORY 』
⇢ Biography: trigger warning: infant death, death, attempted suicide, and other minor dark themes.
the first accident happened when alfie was only a couple months old. his drug addict of a mother dropped him, straight on his head while handling him high. she picked him up and thought nothing of the trauma it did to him due to the influence of the drugs. it was only once she had sobered up that she realized what had happened. she rushed alfie to the hospital where he was later pronounced dead. his mother didn't even cry. the hospital staff started to take care of alfie's body once his mother had left, disappointed but not surprised that she had managed to kill her child mere months after bringing him into the world.
the next day, alfie alerted the nurses to his reappearance with a chilling bout of screeches. chaos had ensued as doctors scrambled to figure out how a child decidedly dead the past day could come back to life. he was immediately taken to intensive care, where he was nursed back to health. the doctors expected his life expectancy to be extremely low, but alfie was operating like he had never been dropped in the first place. unsure what to do, the doctors had decided not to tell the obviously incompetent mother of alfie that her son had come back from the dead.
so alfie began circulating through the foster care system as an infant. he stayed as a baby with the same family until he reached toddler years, where it became aware that he was going to be quite the handful. he then hopped from house to house as a toddler, the scenery changing around him faster than he could hold on to one solid thing. he began elementary school in one home and by the time the fall term was over, he was transferring to another home. nothing felt real to alfie and he began to spiral as a young child.
being as troubled as he was, alfie began fights at school for little to no reason. they often took place on the playground, where he would rile up other aggressive and troubled kids to give a little recess entertainment. he would often return to his "home" with split lips, bloody noses, and black eyes. sometimes worse. he took out his bad home life on his peers at school with their seemingly perfect life, making him bitter and resentful of them.
by the time middle school rolled around, alfie was done. his grades were continuing to drop and he seemed to care about nothing except beating the shit out of other kids. some boys, some girls, he would even threaten the teachers. it was clear that he did things with reckless abandon and it was too much for his foster families. he moved so frequently that it was like he was staying the weekdays in a hotel before moving again, sometimes it only took a couple days before he was gone again. it was in a particularly bad part of town that alfie was shot in a chance drive-by on his way home from school. with no cellphone, he bled out on the side of the road and, you guessed it, died.
flash forward to the middle of the night, several short hours later. alfie gasps to life and climbs raggedly to his feet. the bullet that had killed him rests in the bloodied grass by the road but he pays it no mind. struggling the rest of the way back to his foster family's house, he sneaks into the dark, silent house and patches himself up. years of fighting his fellow students and dealing with injuries has taught him more than he should know how to heal himself.
the next day, alfie is transferred again. nobody mentions anything about the bloodied tracks into the house or the fact that alfie hadn't come back that night. he starts high school in a new town hours away. he keeps fighting and pushing back against his teachers, letting his grades slip even farther below average. he makes no friends and keeps to himself, angry and resentful toward anything that moved or breathed.
later that year, alfie tries to kill himself. he would have succeeded, had it not been for his powers. he takes a whole bottle of pills he had been saving up to buy from a dealer he knew at school. his foster family finds him after school, but it's too late. at least that's what they think. however, in yet another miracle, he returns to life. in an outburst years in the making, he screams about the drive-by in middle school and the discovery he had made about how he ended up in the foster system. shocked, his foster family sets up a meeting with the system and before too long alfie is transferred to the orphanage.
with a strict regimen to follow, alfie withdraws into himself. with two deaths and a failed suicide on his mind, alfie struggles with the fact that he might never die. he trains to fight professionally, taking several different forms to martial arts to cope with his unwanted powers. he has now been at the orphanage for three and a half years and retains his bitter, resentful attitude. he often keeps to himself because of the belief that he is useless and nobody will ever want him, his self-image and outlook on life pessimistic beyond measure.
⇢ Themes:
→ ♫ silence of siberia by lowercase noises
→ ♫ breezeblocks by alt-j
→ ♫ choke by i dont know how but they found me
『 PREFERENCES 』
⇢ Loves:
→ ✓ nighttime
→ ✓ sushi
→ ✓ cats
⇢ Fears:
→ ▣ quicksand
→ ▣ small spaces
→ ▣ large dogs
⇢ Dislikes:
→ ✗ milk
→ ✗ dirty spaces
→ ✗ school
『 THE PLAYER 』
⇢ Username: hello! my name is altai, i've been roleplaying since 2012 and i consider myself to be a semi-advanced to advanced roleplayer who lives in the united states. i am a first year in university with an undecided major, though i want to become a librarian
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