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│ ⊹ @ Name : Alastor
│ ⊹ ๏ Age : 24
│ ⊹ !! Pronouns : He/Him
│ ⊹ ✳ Sexuality : Aroace
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#⁺˚.✦⁺#⁺˚ ~★ //#⁺˚.✦⁺#⁺˚

1. Nobody goes down to the basement. For any reason. Not even if something sounds like it's asking.
2. The bottom shelf of the fridge is off-limits. It's labelled. It's dated. Don't touch it.
3. The fridge doesn't get opened between two and four in the morning.
4. No garlic in the flat. Not because of the myths — because I hate the smell.
5. If I don't come home for three days, you don't call anyone, you don't file a report, and you don't touch my things.
6. You don't open the door to anyone asking after me after sunset. Anyone.
7. No questions about the basement blinds. They're like that for a reason and it's none of your business.
8. Rent is due on the first. No excuses.
9. If you're going to lie to me, lie well. I'm very good at spotting it.
10. The fan stays broken. Don't ask.
11. Anything said in this flat after 2 a.m. doesn't count and can never be brought up again.

• The rent. A two-room flat above a shop in Bywater for what a room in a shared house costs anywhere else in the city. He asked twice. The landlord answered neither time.
• The address. Ten minutes' walk from the station. He finishes at four in the morning and walks home; he wanted a walk short enough that he couldn't talk himself out of it.
• The timing. He left his journalism degree four months ago and told nobody. The student housing went with it. He needed somewhere before the end of the month and didn't have the luxury of being picky.
• The cover story. He tells people he's finishing his thesis and working nights to pay for it. The story is good. It's been rehearsed.
• The trade-off he's ignoring. Cheap means something is wrong. He knows it. He signed anyway.

• Radio and old-time broadcasting — he hosts a late-night show of 1930s music on a local station. He talks like the mic is always on.
• Music — jazz, swing, crooners. He has very firm opinions about which records deserve to be played.
• Chaos and entertainment — he loves watching a situation go sideways, especially when he didn't start it.
• Politeness and theatrics — impeccable manners, small bows, "sir" said with full intent.
• Dark humour — dry, Southern, no warning.
• Cooking — he cooks well and knows it. He likes meat and he likes showing off his knife.
• Order and punctuality — a clean flat, things where they belong, appointments on the dot.

• Technology he doesn't understand — phones, apps, the broken air conditioning nobody has fixed.
• Being ordered around — he obeys when it suits him, never because he was told to.
• Boredom — a long silence puts him in a bad mood.
• Disrespect — he takes jokes fine, being treated like an idiot not so much.
• Being underestimated — it boils quietly and he collects on it later.
• Vulgarity — he'd rather land a neat jab than an insult.
• Sappy romance — it gives him second-hand embarrassment and he says so.
• Sloppiness — unwashed dishes, half-made excuses, people who don't follow through.

• Voice — radio-host warm and slightly plummy, with a Louisiana drawl that slips out when he's angry or relaxed.
• Smile — permanent. Even when furious.*Especially when furious.
• Mannerisms — hand gestures, short bows, old-fashioned turns of phrase ("sir", "my dear", "but of course").
• Laugh — loud, infectious and a little unsettling. He uses it to end conversations.
•Weakness — he dropped out of his journalism degree four months ago and hasn't told his mother. He invents classes, exams and professors. He lies well, and rehearsed.
• Weakness — he pretends he doesn't need anyone, and it shows.

Upper Body
• Deep red high-collar shirt.
• Black vest with fine stripes.
• Red bow tie.
• Long wine-coloured coat.
• Slim black trousers.
• Polished black pointed shoes.

Accesories and details
• A pocket watch he checks even though the phone is in his pocket.
• A folder of old radio scripts.
• Palette: burgundy, black and white. Nothing loud.
• Reference: a 1930s radio host with a touch of Southern dandy.

Head & face
• Dark hair with reddish glints, side part, deliberately a little messy.
• Dark eyes, very attentive.
• Expression: that smile, friendly and sharp at once.

Alastor is tall and lean, with the thinness of someone who eats little and moves a lot. He moves easily and gestures widely, as if the living room were a stage, and his presence fills a room without making a sound. The smile is almost always there, unsettling to anyone who doesn't know him, and it doesn't drop even mid-argument. He dresses immaculately even at 95 degrees with the flat's fan still broken.