❝His highness, an omega prince in disguise.❞
Alastair Von Savvas
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Basics
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Name
↳ Alastair Von Savvas the Third.
Nickname
↳ Al, Alas, Ally.
Age
↳ 25.
Birthday
↳ June 6th.
Horoscope
↳ Gemini.
Sexuality
↳ Gay.
Position
↳ Power bottom.
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Personality
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A lot of writers assume that because he's labeled 'omega' or 'submissive' he's a pu↳shover that throws himself at alpha's---or people in general's---feet, but this is extremely unrealistic. No matter what you are, no matter what status you hold---Satan, God, royalty, a peasant---he will go head to head with you. Alpha? He'll knock you right the fuck down from that mighty pedestal of yours if you don't watch yourself. His mentality is dominant. Being surrounded by alphas due to his status and having to live as one for his entire, he's adapted certain characteristics.
Even during his heat, medicine ineffective, he'll take the reigns. Of course we cannot deny the nature of his true instincts, but know that this man has been fighting them off for over five years---day in, day out. Heavy doses of medicine is pumped through his veins nearly every other day. He isn't going to be shook so easily.
Alastair is undoubtedly stubborn, especially when it comes to accepting something he doesn't like the sound of or something he believes to be untrue. He's a man often glued to his morals and beliefs, though he's not always closed off about other thoughts and ideas; it depends solely on the situation and the topic at hand.
Bullshit aside, despite that stubbornness and such, Alastair is actually very compassionate. He's a greedy prince with a fiery mouth/attitude, but he cares deeply for his people, for nature, for animals, and for people. Sometimes he forgets how much he truly cares, hence why there are times---lots of times---that he's a complete and total prick. Motherly instincts are strong in him when riled up, and he finds himself wanting nothing more than to care for and console those who a struggling with physical illness or negative emotions. He's a fighter, but at the end of the day, Alastair will pull you into his arms and give you the attention you need---especially if you're a child. He also often gets emotional himself, for he's incredibly skilled at sensing changes in aura or emotional drops.
He can be humorous too! It always depends on the situation, but often he'll throw in comedic lines or teasing remarks during the midst of conversation. This all depends on his relationship with a person. People that Alastair respect and acknowledge as either authority or someone he admires are often given submission more easily. This is because he trusts and knows how wise they are and often believes that their actions are the right ones.
With people that Alastair is interested in (not always romantically) and those he wants to learn more about, he will often challenge and tease them a lot. This is because he wants to examine their reactions and deem whether or not they're worthy of his time and affections. He will poke and prod at them simply out of curiosity and for the sake of an intriguing response.
For those that Alastair is very close with and finds comfort in, he tends to be more laid back and affectionate. Often he'll come to them for advice and support when something goes wrong or he's feeling blue. The teasing is also given to these people because he's curious and what's to see them display different emotions, and almost always they'll be the first people that Alastair runs to for reassurance and emotional support. These people are also ones that Alastair devotes most of his time to---making sure they're safe, feeling good, and just him simply wanting to spend time with them.
Though he'll touch others, he's very funny about people touching himself. This is because he feels uneasy, often unsafe because of paranoia due to his second dynamic history and such. Alastair also experiences anxiety when he feels trapped or cornered. Children he isn't bothered much by their touch, and this is all thanks to his motherly instincts. He will only allow those he's close and comfortable with to touch him, especially without permission... and these people are often those he craves to receive affection from.
For the people that start to ascend from a platonic relationship, Alastair will begin to experience high levels of anxiety when they're away for long periods of time. You'll find him continuously checking in on you, making certain that everything is in check. He'll start to ask more personal questions about their life, what they enjoy, what puts them in a good mood, a bad mood, and everything else in between. It's also likely for him to display jealousy in their regards---going quiet when they become very friendly or spend significant time with others. He'll even become very clingy with them, always touching them and wanting to be touched by them, and last but not least, he'll break his neck to defend them---especially when they're bad mouthed by someone.
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Appearance
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Height
↳ 182 cm (5'10”).
Weight
↳ 67 kg (148 lbs).
Eye Color
↳ Sapphire.
Skin Color
↳ Porcelain.
Scent
↳ Fresh roses, strawberries.
Hair Color
↳ Blond/Platinum.
Build
↳ Slender, but lean.
Clothing Style
↳ Royal attire, traditional clothing, occasionally feminine.
Noticeable Features
↳ Clear skin, feminine features, piercing sapphires.
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Origins
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Birthplace
↳ The Trouya Empire, The Kingdom of Krikarii.
Currently In
↳ The Trouya Empire, The Kingdom of Krikarii.
Ethnicity
↳ Krikariian.
Race
↳ Unknown.
Dynamic
↳ Omega
Languages
↳ Krikariian, English.
Native Tongue
↳ Krikariian.
Social Class
↳ Royalty.
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Backstory
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Alastair was born in the Kingdom of Krikarii, specifically, the Trouya Empire. The Trouya Empire is essentially the capital of the kingdom, and it is there that nobles and royalty reside.
Born to the king of Krikarii---Agnes---Al is prince, and next in line for the throne. Throughout his childhood, his greed grew--desiring more and more to the point where he often began taking from others. Even to this day, Alastair still harbors a desire to own anything and everything... this undoubtedly earned him the nickname, 'God of Greed.'
With alphas, omegas, and betas being existent in the kingdom, one's future and respect became dependent upon which category they fell into.
Alastair, son of King Anges, was born an omega, though other than his immediate family, this fact is hidden by all means. To the outside world Al presents himself as a high alpha.
With a deep passion, Al hates himself. He denies with every fiber in his body that he's an omega---afraid of the dangers, and feeling that he was dealt an unjust card.
In the kingdom, omegas are seen as nothing but vessels for offspring and a means of releasing tension. Krikariian people keep them locked away within the slums---looking down upon them. Wanting nothing but the respect and care of his people, Alastair can't bear the thought of being shunned away were his true second class to be known.
Extreme precautions are taken to ensure that his secret isn't discovered.
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Favorites
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Animal
↳ Dog.
Color
↳ Blue.
Number
↳ 5.
Food
↳ Sweet tarts.
Drink
↳ Strawberry latte.
Music
↳ Traditional, classical.
Sport
↳ Horseback riding.
Book Genre
↳ Nonfiction, poetry.
Time of Day
↳ Dusk.
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Hobbies
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↳ Reading.
↳ Brazilian Jujitsu.
↳ Archery.
↳ Piano.
↳ Horseback riding.
↳ Traveling.
↳ Exploring nature.
↳ Swordsmanship.
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Likes
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↳ Sweets.
↳ Jewels.
↳ Long baths.
↳ Strawberry flavoring.
↳ Bath bombs.
↳ Flowers.
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Dislikes
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↳ Vulnerability.
↳ Being touched.
↳ Submitting.
↳ Weak humans.
↳ Bugs.
↳ Disobedience.
To combat his heat and keep his omega class hidden, Alastair is issued amplified medication.
Typically, an omega uses suppressants and such to keep their heats at bay, though unfortunately for him, his genes require far more precautionary measures to keep his instincts from taking over. It is because of this fact that his medication is not only more severe, but more frequent.
Estrus hit him around the age of seventeen, and since then, he's been taking said medication periodically for weeks on end. The medication issued is specifically fabricated for his genetics---blocking both his heat as well as his omega scent. Commonly, his medication is taken once a week via injection, then a day or two out of the week it'll be inserted into his food by trusted chefs.
Despite the quantity and frequency, there are still times when the barrier between him and his heat is broken---though incredibly uncommon. Due to its strict suppression, once unleashed, his heat attacks with full force... to the point where all sanity shatters. During this rare time, Alastair barricades himself behind heavy iron doors---fearful of his instincts and the dangers that come with them.
Though specially crafted for Alastair himself, there are also unavoidable hazards. Often he suffers from shakiness, dizziness, migraines, insomnia, hot flashes, mood swings, and colds. His family was warned that if taken for too long, Alastair's immune system would be destroyed.
He was also advised to form a pair, which would not only keep his heat under control, but also reduce the dose of medication significantly. He despises the idea of giving into his omega instincts---soley for the fact that his kingdom would not only reject him, but slay him.
Hidden from the rest of the world, Krikarii is a wondrous kingdom that thrives on mother nature. It's land harbors thick forests, rolling rivers, lush mountains, and flower filled valleys. One could even argue that this beauteous land was forged first hand by the saints themselves. It is because of this theory that Krikariian's show such loyalty--often going out of their way to mend and care to the land.
Krikarii also doesn't experience winter, and thus, no snow. It has only three seasons: cool, rainy, and warm. It's climate is typically centered around 50-60° during it's cool season, 70-80° during its rainy season, and 80-90° during its warm season.
Krikarii gives off similar vibes to that of the medieval time period, though perhaps with a few twists. Technology is nonexistent---most kingdom dwellers completely ignorant of the idea, and though electricity has finally started to take off, only those of high class possess such utilities.
Enchanting and mysterious, It is suspected that the kingdom has thrived for over a thousand years, with the royal bloodline holding the reigns. It's birth is unknown, and thus, the only knowledge known is that which had been passed down from the generations. The most known and notorious legend, is that of the king and the goddess. It is said that this legend depicts not only the birth of the royal bloodline, but also of the beauty and grace Krikarii is known for to this day.
In it's lifespan, Krikarii has harbored three great kings. King Nikolai Vallas Von Savvas, King Clonius Kal Von Savvas, and the current reigning king, King Agnes Napoleon Von Savvas---his son, Prince Alastair Von Savvas, next in line for the throne. With each generation, the old malicious ways of the first king grow distant.
Center of the kingdom lies the capital, known as the Trouya Empire. This is where bustling trade, fine cuisine, festivals, and royalty resides. It's a lively town also home to song, dance, theatre, and fine fabrics. Though open to the public, only those of higher social class dwell in Trouya.
It's custom to greet members of the royal family with a delicate kiss upon the backside of their hands. This is typically done each meeting. Nobles and those just down from the royal family however, they often only do so with the first interaction, and then resort to more casual means. Royals will also greet fellow royals like this in return.
In Krikarii, instead of rings, bracelets are given. Bracelets can either symbolize engagement, marriage, or just simply to commemorate a relationship. These bracelets are customized to best fit their wearer, though couples find ways to signify a bit of themselves within their partner's---matching, if you will. Bracelets can be made with either cheap materials, or expensive materials. Expensive stones and gems are most common among nobles and royalty.
Nearly every other weekend, a thrash is held--which is essentially when the entire kingdom flocks to the capital for, food, dancing, merchant stalls. During this time, bars are packed, people are singing, and people are dressed in traditional fabric and silks.
The royal bloodline is in charge of running the kingdom. They protect it, grow it, challenge it---it is their soul duty to care for it as if it were their child.
The royal bloodline officially began with the birth of King Clonius Kal Von Savvas, son of the mighty first king and the gentle goddess. Unlike his father, Clonius lead the kingdom with compassion, often taking in consideration the thoughts and concerns of his people before making laws/decisions. This was truly the turning point for Krikarii, and under Clonius' reign as king, the land grew fuller---issuing that every tree, every river, and every valley was to be respected.
Later finding a mate to wed and breed, Clonius was enjoyed his time as king, and it wasn't long until the birth of his son---the second inhabitant of the goddess---King Agnes Napoleon Von Savvas. Presently, Agnes occupies the Krikariian throne alongside his elegant wife Jenaveve.
Many years after their marriage, a beautiful baby girl was brought into the world---Anastasia Von Savvas, and nearly five years later, a breathtaking baby boy---Alastair Von Savvas. Though falling ill after giving birth to her son, Jenaveve has brought Krikariian people closer together by fabricating lively customs and traditions... and continues to do so even from the confines of her bed.
The royal bloodline is rather unique; though no one is certain what exactly the members are, one thing is for sure: human they are not. This phenomenon is believed to have derived from the goddess herself---her inhuman genes mixing in with the blood of her children. Those of royal blood are not immoral, for they are subjected to dangers just as any human. They can catch illness, fall to an enemy, fall to an animal attack, fall to a natural disaster, etc. If left alone however, and remaining healthy, their lifespan reaches nearly five hundred years.
Typically, the first alpha male born is the one to succeed the throne, their mate taking up the role as queen. Throughout the entire life span of the bloodline, no omegas have been born. None until present day.
Long ago, when war quenched thirst and greed suffocated life. There lived a wretched, spiteful king. He was the very embodiment of hatred, fear, and violence--said to have vanquished villages with the mere flick of a wrist. He cared not of the safety of his people, nor that of the land… he wished simply to gain eternal power.
One fateful day, a strange foreigner turned up in kingdom. She was graceful, elegant, and despite her ignorance of Krikarii and its people, she showed profound kindness. In just days, townsfolk from all over the kingdom fled her way, itching to converse with such a beauteous, benevolent maiden.
The king had undoubtedly caught wind of this said maiden, eye colds, blood boiling--furious that the spotlight had been stolen from him by a mere peasant… a foreign one at that.
With malicious intent to dispose of this pesky threat, the king sought out the maiden… only to find himself swept away by her mesmerizing beauty. From afar, he watched her graceful movements and her kindness to people she knew nothing of. He’d been captured by her, and thus, he approached her.
From then on, the king and the maiden told stories to one another, explored the lands together, and even enjoyed fine cuisine together. Over time, the king’s malicious ways seemed to grow distant, often even mirroring the generous actions of the fair maiden.
The king had fallen for her beauty, both inside and out, and soon enough, the time came for him to reveal to her his true desire: to wed her. The maiden was overjoyed to have been chosen as his queen… though with pain in her heart and melancholy clouding her senses, she denied the king.
She explained to him of her parontage, and that she was not a maiden, but a goddess. She was bound to her duties, and conveyed to him that her presence would be scarce. She wished the king a happy life, with a queen able to be by his side through day and through night; she wished not to deprive him of the love he deserved.
The king only smiled in response. If he had to wait an eternity for her return, he would sit patiently upon his throne, and when the day came that she finally reappeared, he’d welcome her with a warm, tender embrace… for he could imagine no other to be his queen.
The king pleaded for her to marry him regardless, and assured her that her duties would not hinder his love for her. The goddess wished nothing more than to be with the king, and so, after a long pause, she agreed to be his queen.
From their love for one another, a child was conceived just nights after their marriage, and upon the child’s birth, the goddess returned to the heavens to tend to her duties… she would never return.
Agnes
Agnes is both Alastair's father and the current reigning king of Krikarii. He's a very stubborn man dedicated to his work and bettering the kingdom. Because of this, he often fails to spend time with his family. He has a very daunting aura, and he undoubtedly comes off strict; though, despite this fact however, he's actually an affectionate man who's eternally loyal and cares deeply for his family/loved ones. He's incredibly hard to impress and win over, but once you manage to do so he'll treat you like one of his own.
Jenaveve
This wonderful woman is Alastair's beloved mother and queen of Krikarii. Her looks are astounding with a sweet, confident personality to match. She's often quick to jump when someone is in need, and she always puts others above herself. Despite growing terribly ill after having her son, she is still to this day an absolute ray of sunshine, and she enjoys spending quality time with her son... even if she's bed ridden. Alastair is very fond of her, and you'll often find him curled up in bed with her playing puzzles.
Anastasia
Anastasia is Alastair's deceased elder sister. She was a very daring and mischievous young lass---always getting herself into trouble and often dragging Alastair into it with her. Her personality was incredibly spunky, and she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. If you had shit that needed to be fixed, she'd call you out on it. Her curiosity could also never be satisfied---always venturing about the lands and bringing home mysterious treasures and such. Alastair told her nearly everything, and whenever he was in need of advice or venting, he'd go to her.
Daphne
This wonderful, spunky and down to earth woman is Alastair's favorite subject. Despite the difference in social status, she doesn't hesitate in tearing the prince a new one. She's very sweet, and often puts others before herself, but make no mistake---she will not stand for bullshit---especially not Al's snarky, privileged ass. She owns one of the most popular and well loved bars in the kingdom, and she's often heard from the streets yelling at and lecturing drunk bastards.
Ariston
A very intelligent, agile, and swift man, Arist is Alastair's personal teacher and sword instructor. Being taught by this man since birth, the prince has been on his presence for quite awhile, and thus, is very comfortable around him. Though Alastair mentions nothing to him about personal matters and such, Ariston is someone he feels safe around---assured that were any trouble to break out, he'd be there to swoop in and defend him if need be.
Cheslav
Undoubtedly this alluring Russian lycanthrope is currently the closest person to Alastair aside from his family. The otherwise fiery headed young prince finds himself giving this man attention and affection rather than an unpleasant attitude. He's become a very dear companion to him, and thus far, he's the only one that Al will allow to touch him without any qualms. He also happens to be the only one he'll let his guard completely down around. When something's on his mind, Alastair now finds himself wanting to talk to Cheslav about it. He absolutely loves the challenges that the Russian often presents, and the prince finds excitement in luring out new, intriguing reactions from him.
Sterling
Ahh, this flaming, Obsidian wyvern prince is perhaps the only one who truly grinds the prince's gears. Alastair always finds himself popping off to this man, and he always enjoys throwing him under the bus. Their current relationship is quite humorous---always snapping at each other, yet somehow finding the time for sweet, heartfelt moments. Despite his bitchy remarks to the ebony prince, Alastair actually enjoys his company---often pestering him because deep down he craves his attention. Sterling is the very first person he has spoken to about the death of Anastasia, and he is thankful to the man for lending him his ears. Though he'll never directly state such, Al craves the raven's words of advice.
Not an Omega
Deep within the castle, upon the twentieth floor, prince Alastair found himself clawing at his threads. Toppled at the waist, tresses of blonde dangled, face heated and sweat rolling.
His body felt heavy---head dazed and cloudy with desperate breaths hitching; deep blues stared at the floor, widened.
“No...”
“No..---”
Lips pressed into a thin line, pearly whites chomping down on a swollen bottom lip, blood drawing in response. He stood there, toppled over for just a moment longer---just enough to collect himself before finally pulling his weight from the floor below.
Through the extreme amounts of medication he devoured regularly to keep his secret, when forgotten, his symptoms multiplied considerably. They were so incredibly fickle that normal functions became quite the piece of work---often finding even breathing difficult to partake in.
Boots moved, shuffling against the rug as he stumbled his way against the wall of the hallway, teeth gritting. With a hand pressed against that cold, lonely structure, Alastair---as quickly as made possible---journeyed his way towards the nearest vacant room.
Body uncomfortable and sweaty, the man later pushed against a door, desperately trying to get it open. It took a moment, though soon enough the steel doors swung open, Al undoubtedly falling into the confines of the room.
He scrambled, locking the entrance before then allowing himself to slide back against its sturdy frame.
The room and even the entire floor it seemed... was steeping in pheromones---to the point where surely the entire floor was bathed in them by now.
Nimble fingers shakily pulled at his threads, yanking at them, and his cheeks were unmistakably flushed, body hot to the touch; burning.
“I.. I need…”
Throwing his head back against the doors, he found himself fidgeting, fingers popping open the buttons of his outer, upper attire. With a low groan leaving his lips, he then proceeded to remove it, carelessly tossing it to the side.
“I ha..ve to find it--”
He jerked himself up, nearly stumbling over his own two feet as he hastily began rummaging through drawers.
Drawer after drawer after drawer, objects chucked left and right.
Alastair was frustrated, his hands were shaking, his body was trembling, and what more---he couldn't even see straight.
He abruptly yanked himself away from the drawers, stumbling backwards whilst hands glided up to harshly tangle with fair tresses, tugging at them with painful intent.
The medication---
He couldn't seem to find it.
His father had ensured there'd be at least a single dose of injections in each room for precautionary measures… on the off chance misfortune were to strike.
Al whipped around, unconsciously latching onto the oil lamp resting upon a near bedside table. With rage boiling that royal blood of his, the lamp mercilessly went soaring, crashing against the wall opposite and shattering with a piercing racket.
“Son of a bitch!”
Oil began to seep into the wooden flooring, shards of broken glass littered about.
Alastair dropped to the floor, back sinking and beginning to morph with sleek wooden boards while a hand limply draped itself over a heated forehead. His free hand clawed it's way down, slender appendages curling and clutching at the fabric adorning his crotch. Hips raised, back arching with faintest mewl slipping past his defenses.
Just.. just a little---that wouldn't hurt right..?
He wouldn't be caving in to such sinful desires.. right?
.....
Leisurely, his hand inched upward the faintest bit, fingertips brushing against the waistline of his pants. Head turning, and pools of ocean blue squeezing shut, that hand slipped beneath the fabric of both his pants and his boxers.
It was just about to latch onto throbbing manhood when suddenly---a miracle appeared... a glimmer from the bookcase catching his attention.
There...
There!
Tearing his hand away and lurching forward, Alastair scrambled to his feet once more, ripping the spotted object from the shelf---a briefcase---and impatiently throwing it upon the bed.
Appendages firmly yanked off his remaining white button up, buttons clattering to the floor as bare chest met with chilling air.
Impatiently, the prince yanked open the case and snatched the syringe residing inside, giving it a rushed tap before plunging it into his abdomen with absolute no hesitation.
Pearly whites clenched, wincing with a another harsh bite to a throbbing bottom lip.
The excruciating pain, the expensive threads ruined, the broken lamp, the sullied floors---he didn't care. He didn't care about any of it. He'd replace it all in the morning…
...in the morning…
...in the morning...
...when this horrendous night was over.
“I'm an alpha…
...I'm an alpha…
...I'm an alpha…
I'm not…”
The syringe fell to the floor, just as Alastair soon followed right behind.
A third time greeting the boards beneath.
Knees slammed into the hard wood, face burying within the safety of shakey hands whilst cheeks wet with melancholy.
………
……
….
“...an omega.”
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Relationships
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Presenting himself as an alpha for his entire life, he's grown accustomed to being around actual ones. Only when symptoms of his heat start to show does he get uncomfortable around them… so if he starts growing distant, chances are the medication is starting to wear off.
His mother suffers from illness quite frequently, so Alastair is always in her room. This is due to her weak immune system, and kingdom medics suspect that something went wrong during her pregnancy. His father isn't concerned as much as he, which is often why him and his father spat.
Al can be incredibly rude and reserved in the presence of others, but his demeanor is completely different with children; he adores them. It's a natural motherly instinct for him to care and nurture them, so it's almost like a complete personality flip.
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Talents
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Alastair is actually fairly intelligent, though nothing compared to his father. Al often reads books and such in his spare time, picking up things along the way. He's not smart when it comes to mathematics and such--as Krikarii teaches only the basics in such subjects. Despite that though, his common knowledge and knowledge of the world is astonishing. He's very intelligent when it comes to plants, geography, and wildlife. He also excels in improvisation as well as being quick to conjure up solutions.
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Health
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When the suppressant medication wears off during his heat, he attempts to lock himself behind special constructed iron doors. From suppressing his heat for so long---denying nature itself, symptoms are multiplied by nearly three. It's a very emotional time for him---another reminder of his failure.
Alastair takes so much medicine in order to mask his scent and keep his heat away that he gets sick quite frequently. Migraines and dizziness are very common things for him--among light fevers.
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Habits
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Presenting himself as an alpha for so long, he's use to being around actual alphas. Only when symptoms of his heat start to show does he get uncomfortable around them.
So if he grows distant, chances are the medication is starting to wear off.
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Good/Bad
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The 20th floor of the castle is strictly closed off to anyone other than Al, his father, and his mother. It harbors Alastair's room---reeking of pheromones, and thus, has been deemed a potential danger were anyone to be exposed to it.
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NSFW
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Pulling him against your chest will make him flustered. Alastair is very sensitive to scents, so if you're either wearing some good cologne or have a pleasant smell in general, he'll swoon.
Whispering sweet compliments, dirty talk, etc into his ear with a low, raspy voice is a sure fire way to make him shiver.
Omega or not, Alastair is a power bottom. This means he will fight; he won't be laying there just receiving, but rather taking you for a ride. Let down your guard and you will be against the wall. He hates submission, and he craves power.
His ass is very fine indeed
Groping his ass and/or slapping it will definitely get a reaction. Ooo, if you really want to turn him on, grind your crotch against it.
Along with a fine ass, his lips are incredibly soft and plump, so you can only imagine how wondrous a blowjob by him would be. Due to meticulous hobbies and such involving nimble fingers, he's also skilled with his hands.
Vanilla sex is always of course a yes, but he's a very greedy man, and despite his frame and fighting spirit, he'd very much get turned on by being broken. Just slam him against the wall. Yank his hair. Mark him up.
Masochism and sadism! He harbors a guilty pleasure for both. Having sex, he'll end up tearing you up---biting, scratching, squeezing. He enjoys the same being done to him, so go to town.~
His favorite positions would definitely be a mix. Fuck him from behind and shove his face into the mattress---that or screw him with his back against the wall so he's forced to watch you. Truthfully, he'd very much enjoy riding his partner because he'd feel in control.
By far his most sensitive areas are his inner thighs and his tongue. Tease his thighs and and you'll get a delicious reaction. The same can be said about his tongue, though it's definitely more sensitive, so french kissing will leave his knees weak and do him in. He'll also get turned on if you shove fingers down his throat, so take note.
With a blowjob---tongue being so sensitive---making him deep throat will fuck him up, so don't be afraid to just grab him by the head and yank him down against your girth.
Due to the multiplied symptoms of his heat, if you're with him when it strikes/slips out, he'll most likely come to you without being asked; It'll be incredibly difficult for him to resist his instincts.
He'd totally be down for toys. He'll die a little, but he'd secretly enjoy it. Similarly, he'd get turned on being forced to pleasure himself.
He is very into the idea of marking what's his---especially during intercourse. You can expect yourself to get torn up. Most likely he'll lean heavily towards biting, but he'll definitely use those pretty little nails of his along side those pearly whites. Alastair will mark both consciously and unconsciously, so it'll be unpredictable, and if he's clawing, that's a major conformation that he's feeling good.
Alastair is the type to take care of your morning boner when you're asleep. He'll casually slide beneath the covers and relieve you, and he'll most definitely wake you up for sex if he's feeling it. Along the note of morning sex, if you start touching him when he's half asleep you'll get some soft reactions---sweet, slow, high pitched moans.
When he's horny, he won't hesitate to come to you, though he'll almost always tease you first. He'll try to get you in the mood by either feeling you up or grinding against you. Occasionally he'll just flat out ask to be fucked; it depends on both the situation and his mood.
He'll honestly confuse the hell out you---telling you 'no' and whining like a submissive bitch, only to then turn around and talk dirty into your ear while rolling his hips against you. Your only option is to wreck him and show him what he really wants.
Animated Face-claim
Alastair's animated faceclaim is Prince Laurent from the novel series Captive Prince.
Truthfully, immediately when I saw Laurent I was automatically like, "YOOO---THIS MY BOY."
Though I have yet to read the series, I can definitely say that I'll be doing so very soon, and I highly recommend y'all do the same because it's gay and who doesn't love sinning?
These specific art pieces were all found on good'ol Pinterest, so if you wish to further explore more art of the series, then be sure to venture over there!
Real life Face-claim
Alastair's real life face-claim is the living, breathing, and downright gorgeous man known as Lucky Blue Smith.
Actually, I hadn't really known much about him other than the fact that he was model? But now that I've deemed him Alastair's real life face-claim I've found myself doing more research; I can only dream to be as heavenly as he.
The following photographs were also snatched from Pinterest, so you can definitely find more killer photos of him there, but I'd also like to recommend you follow his Instagram account and support him!
Vocal
His voice is undoubtedly masculine, though if need be can rise to a higher pitch. It also has the potential to reach a low, raspy tone---often given when a serious and/or flirty situation occurs.
Craig Yopp
Ballet
Ballet is one of his favorite hobbies, and from practicing it since the young age of six, he's gotten relatively good at it.
Vladimir Shklyarov
Modern Dance
Want to see what a modern Alastair dance would look like? Here you go.
Navinci