Alaricus Reeves

ALARICUS REEVES

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Name:: Alaricus Vasilios Reeves
Nickname:: Used to go by Al and Prince back in the day
Age and Date:: 40, October 8th
Orientation:: Sex is a weapon if necessary to lure in prey otherwise he isn't all that interested. He did have one love however that he never admitted to and his feelings now remain unrequited as said person is dead.
Gender:: Male
Known Relatives:: Parents are long dead and he had no siblings
Hometown:: Goodsprings
Perks::
Terrifying Presence: There's something about you that inflicts fear and terror into others that they can't quite put a finger on. With this perk, you can easily intimidate others, if they don't take a stand that is, into doing your bidding.

CQC: That's right; Close Quarter Combat! You're deadly when you fight up close and personal! Any short range weapon (like blades, gloves, your bare-fist) are your instruments of pain in your hands!

Mental Illnesses:: Is becoming a savage over the last ten years a illness? Oh. Then there's the shrunken head he carries that tends to have him hallucinate his unrequited love and heard said love's voice, filled with disgust at what he's become further driving him down the path of a savage.

Eye Colour:: Blue-Green
Hair Colour:: Blonde
Height:: 5'9"
Weight:: 154 lbs
Race:: Human
Flaws:: Dependency on human flesh: Alaricus barely remembers what it is like to not eat or dine upon human flesh each day. Days he does not have human flesh he tends to get violent shakes and violently ill.

Impatient: Alaricus can wait...for a little while. He tends to get twitchy and moody when forced to wait for long periods of time for anything.

Distrusting: He rarely trusts others. Unless someone has grown on him like mold on a wall, Alaricus rarely treats another person as a friend or confidant.

Best Feature:: Bluff: Alaricus can bluff emotions, stories and the like in order to appear normal. He bluffs most of the time to lure his victim and next meal to a secluded place in order to feast.

Description::
Gone are the days of wearing a suit. Gone are the days of caring that each hair was meticulously in place and not a single speck of dirt was upon his person. Alaricus has changed to the other extreme over the last ten years. He tends to be covered more in dried blood, dirt and the like, appearing akin to a Raider or those who call the streets of New Vegas home. Every now and then he'll take the time to clean up, though usually when given no choice but to venture into town to lure his next meal out into the open mojave. His blonde hair is often askew and a complete mess, sometimes cut jaggedly to ensure it remains short and that the enemy does not have the upper hand. He sports now and then a beard or scruff though perhaps the only thing he does take time of ensuring remains the same from so long ago is that he is clean shaven. One would hazard a guess, if they ever lived to tell the tale that is, that he keeps his face clean shaven often to avoid getting bits of human flesh tangled within his beard.

Alaricus often wears whatever clothes his male victims often wore; jackets, overalls, ruined shirts (considering he does tend to get blood all over them and the like), pants, etc. He also tends to wear whatever is comfortable in the varying weather of the mojave, mostly sleeves cut off to ensure he is kept cool in the heat. Alaricus no longer cares about fashion and sometimes wears a hockey mask or the infamous Legionnaire helmet to mock his targeted prey into believing they are being attacked by a Raider or a Legionnaire. Alaricus tends to wear a rather odd brown pack on his right hip that no one really knows what is inside. Within Alaricus carries the shrunken head of his unrequited object of affection; Yuri's head. All anyone can see is him from time to time petting it lovingly and becoming agitated whenever it is not on him and as time passes when it is not on his person becoming more and more incensed at finding it.

Likes:: Human Flesh: Cannibal. Duh.

Jet: He has become addicted somewhat to the drug. It is his drug of choice whenever memories surface to the top of his mind. Memories he would like to forget and remain in ignorance with.

Chaos/Anarchy: Fun for all especially him. Such situations and the like means it is much more easier to claim his next meal. He often stalks the freshly raided cities, bands and the like, taking advantage of their fear of their attackers coming back once more and their need for a savior.

Blood: Just the sight of it is enough to make him smile. He doesn't mind if it is his or someone else's. He would prefer that it isn't his though.

Closet Sadist: Alaricus may not seem like nor act like it but alone, with his chosen prey, he enjoys inflicting pain upon them. In fact hearing anyone scream out in pain makes him grin with glee, even if inwardly.

Dislikes:: Music: It makes him remember a time when he was happy. A time he cannot go back to.

The Memory of Him: How they haunt him so now that he is fully aware of his unrequited feeling and love. How he regrets never telling him how he felt. So many regrets....

Groups: Groups tend to make him a little jittery. Doesn't mean he won't hang around them. Its just most groups tend to end up fighting or something crazy like that. That and well a group setting can easily ruin his attempts to lure prey out into the open.

Loud Noises: It's not that it will hurt his ears. It's just he has a very strong dislike for them. He likes the silence the mojave has brought to him over the past ten years.

Advantages:: Smarter than the Average Raider: Considering he still retains his intelligence from his glory days, despite that it's taken a bit of a downward toll as he reveals more in his savage behavior, he takes advantage of those who are unaware of who he was those ten long years ago as many assume he is a Raider and Raiders are well....stupid. Not him. Not entirely....yet.

Savage: An advantage in the sense that sometimes what he is and does makes people hesitate and second guess just long enough for him to gain the upper hand. The initial shock of a cannibal who openly reveals in it is a handy advantage to have.

Excellent Cook: Well if one has to disguise the taste of human meat, they learn quickly what it takes to disguise it. While Alaricus can cook any meat for any meal, his true craft lies in cooking human flesh. Yup, he's still got it.

Drawbacks:: Yuri's Head: As stated in his appearance, he becomes incensed if it is not on his person and cannot locate it. If someone else were to find it, they could use it as means to manipulate the savage cannibal into doing something in order to gain it back....or Alaricus could kill them outright to keep his dirty little secret. It would depend on his mood and how incensed he is by then.

Savage: A disadvantage in a sense that savages are somewhat predictable. Once the initial shock wears off, it loses it's advantage.

Manners: Why have need for them when your a savage? Let's skip formalities shall we?

Isolation: Thanks to Yuri's loss, he has become incredibly untrusting and unwilling to form new bonds. Due to this, he has caused his own isolation and this isolation is what is slowly driving him over the edge of madness.

Personality::
Alaricus Reeves gave up on being charming. It is hard to be charming after all when your main thought of whoever you meet is how best to get them into your stew pot. Instead, Alaricus tends to remain quiet and mouse like around others. By that one means soft spoken, shy like and modest and letting others outshine him and take their place in the spotlight. Being quiet and mouse like often has others overlook him being any sort of threat, especially since he does from time to time go along with whatever people vote upon in a group like setting. Alaricus will try and isolate someone from the rest of the pack so to speak and if able, manipulates them into following him out into the mojave and neither are seen again for quite some time...well Alaricus at least while the other is never seen again. Ever.

His dreams of ruling the mojave died ten long years ago and reality has taken a sobering effect on him. One could say Yuri's cold demeanor towards humanity has rubbed off of him entirely. Alaricus had been detached from the rest of his fellow men sure, but never to the degree Yuri took it and these days, he's completely embraced that. Alaricus outright manipulates those weaker than he is, threatens, bullies and forces his will upon others. Once he has fulfilled his use for them, Alaricus tends to throw them aside like useless toys or eats them to ensure word of what he's up to doesn't spread. He's also taken Yuri's great pleasure in torturing others, grinning like a madman upon hearing the screams of his prey and others plead for mercy.

Alaricus's out to see the world burn and to make New Vegas and it's citizens fall. Screw ruling. Screw authority and certainly screw civilization and all it stands for.

...Still, he cannot help but hear that small voice in the back of his head try to reel him back in and set him back on course for the dream he once had. A familiar voice that tries to tug on the reigns of madness that rule his mind and maintain some semblance of control. Alaricus for ten long years has fought every step of the way for his sanity and though his original self has lost long ago, that stubborn voice refuses to give up. The small pockets of time where he does act civilized and a human being is when that voice has succeed for the time being from pulling him from that dark path.

Perhaps there is some small hope for Alaricus or perhaps there isn't and the voice is deluding both he and itself. Only time will tell.

History::
Alaricus Vasilios Reeves was born an only child to Amelia and Carver Reeves. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as he grew up an average child in Goodsprings until at the age of 7, his family was forced to move from the city and out into the wasteland in an attempt to reach New Vegas.

At the age of 10, his mother shared with him that it was believed his father was a cannibal and that the people of Goodspring were plotting to kill him. They had fled to avoid such a fate and that their fears were unfounded. His father told him another story however. He was indeed a cannibal but kept it secret from Amelia. He had been caught feasting upon a visitor to Goodsprings that through an intense question and answer session would not be missed. The doctor of the town had seen the act and quickly informed the others. The town plotted to tie and burn him at the stake, a fate his father wanted to avoid at all costs. Alaricus swore to keep this a secret and his mother continued to remain ignorant of the truth.

At the age of 13, his mother died due to dehydration and starvation. The years had not been kind to them and Goodsprings had spread the word of the 'cannibal family' to other nearby towns who refused them admittance. Alaricus buried her though his father unburied her and devoured her. What remained his father chopped up and disguised in the stews for several months. Alaricus praised his father for his amazing cooking skills and that of the odd meat he had found. His father only smiled.

A year later, they finally reached the gates of New Vegas. Alaricus and his father managed to secure living quarters within the Ultra-Luxe hotel. His father also managed a job as a host which remained a mystery to young Alaricus. Things seemed fine for the most part and Alaricus quietly lived the rest of his teenage years within the Strip and the Ultra-Luxe.

At the age of 21, his father lead him to the often roped off area within the Ultra-Luxe hotel that belonged exclusively to the White Glove Society. There he discovered how his father had landed a job and a place amongst them. His father had agreed to serve his one and only child, his only son, to them when he was of age. It was the only reason he had been feed the best food and treated so highly among them. His father also revealed that the tasty meat and stew he had made so long ago was crafted from the remains of his mother.

Alaricus was horrified and begged for them to reconsider. They stated the only way they would do so was if Alaricus murdered his father and created a stew from his body. Alaricus agreed and the two fought until Alaricus managed to gain the upper hand by stabbing his father in the leg with a butter knife. Though his father continued to struggle, Alaricus succeeded in strangling him and headed to the kitchen, wasting little time in making a meal out of his own father. He thought it fitting revenge for his mother. From then on, Alaricus was one of them; part of the 'family' and forever part of the White Glove Society.

Alaricus worked hard to stay within the ever changing ranks and managed to score 'meat' for their annual events. He was a brief and short lived mentor to Sebastian when the younger man fled them to join the Chairmen. Maybe it was the fact Sebastian caught on to his trick and that Alaricus plotted eating him. Maybe it was the left-handed compliments. For whatever the reason was, Sebastian left the White Glove Society and for that Alaricus hated him. Alaricus had been behind several failed assassination attempts on the young man's life, though there is no real proof of him doing so.

Then in waltzed Yuri LeCarus in his bland and boring life. The two shared the same vision of ruling the mojave and Yuri found it amusing that Alaricus had wanted to start at New Vegas itself. The pair became two peas in a pod, hardly separate from the other. Yuri however one day did disappear briefly and Alaricus took a 'vacation' of sorts to seek out Yuri. It was in the town of Hope he met Corvinus "Cato" Galenus and James Jonathan. Alaricus kept his mouth shut and aided the pair in the Legion raid of the town in exchange for safety. It was about then the pair was reunited and Yuri accepted James into the family as Cato by then was being punished by the Legion for misbehaving. Despite Sebastian joining the ranks, even Alaricus had to admit Yuri could charm anyone into joining their army. It wasn't long before the pair of them massed an impressive army and Alaricus began to believe that they just might be able to pull it off. That it wouldn't be all bark and no bite so to speak. They weren't fools and knew to fight with an honor to prevail over all passing thoughts of disloyalty. They marched along with all the other factions to the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, severing at last any lasting ties he had to the White Glove Society and it was then reality crushed Alaricus's dream.

Though they took out many NCR soldiers, Legionnaires and some of the Strip Family men, the army they had built up was slaughtered. What perhaps really did it in for Alaricus was the fact he saw Yuri fall right before his very eyes, cut down like anyone else in their army. That deflated his ego much more quickly than anything else in his entire life. Unable to deal with the huge loss, Alaricus fled, leaving those who survived to the other factions to deal with. A few days later, Alaricus returned and mourned over the loss of Yuri, cradling the body of the only real friend he had close. It was then he could have sworn Yuri was speaking to him. Ordering him to get him out of the boiling hot sun and somewhere safe and that he was still alive.

For three whole months, Alaricus carried the decaying body of his old friend and ally around. It dawned on him one day how much he really loved Yuri and when he confessed his feeling to the corpse he had been carrying around, it mocked him and stated what had always been a reality; Yuri was dead. Alaricus was being a creep in the desert and carrying around a corpse. By then, Alaricus had lost it you could say. He denied it vehemently and chopped the head off, believing Yuri had asked him to. It was then he began to roam the mojave desert. Alaricus imposed self-isolation upon himself and feasted upon unfortunate wastelanders who crossed his path. He only continued to get as the years passed and continued to refine and polish his ways of manipulation.

Faction:: Wastelander (some would argue Raider however)
Rank:: Savage Cannibal
Rivals:: NCR, Strip Family (Chairmen especially), Legion

Allies:: Followers of Apocalypse

Celebrity Used:: Alexander Skarsgard (AKA Eric Northman from True Blood)
Lyrics Credit:: Survivalism by Nine Inch Nails.
Author's Notes:: HE'S ALIVE
Author's Name:: Jacques
Other Characters:: Charles Starkweather