Alareiks
| Pronouns | He/Him |
|---|---|
| Clan | Malkavian |
| Sect | Camarilla |
| Social Class | Master Elder |
| Morality | Humanity |
| Lineage | Athanasius Xenos Line |
Further Information
A total adonis, paragon of the classical masculine--
Ask anyone, Al is a mystery
Except the raccoons, yeah, he has raccoons...and a raven mask, yeah, yeah, definitely a mask.
(For those who know him well enough to overcome the fact he's Arcane, he's fit, about six foot, usually brown hair and blue eyes, though he often changes his features with Obfuscate. He wears a dizzying array of clothes in eclectic styles.)
- 530- Embraced
- Partying throughout Europe intensifies
- Late 1700s- Hopped across the pond
- 1851 or so- Colonized Des Moines for the Camarilla, mostly to have the excuse to harass people by post
The Mysterious Shopper of Des Moines is certainly an enigmatic figure, described by many as a joy, a menace, one radical dude, and everything wrong with people awake after midnight. It appears, they say, always during the witching hour, when the lights hum the loudest and the aisles feel the loneliest, followed by a posse of raccoons. He shops for exactly .5 to 2.5 hours, unable to be found by security, and then checks out, and leaves. Some claim to have taken video of the Shopper, but all such reports have been unsubstantiated at the time of the writing of this article.
If you see the Shopper, DO NOT APPROACH. At least three individuals have allegedly been driven to madness, or five if you include the strange ticking sound that is rumored to linger in locations it has visited. Though many have claimed genial, even pleasant conversation with the entity, this reporter doesn't believe it's worth the risk.
- Al is collecting members of other Clans in some kind of mad bloodline experimentation
- He sleeps with an anime body pillow of a wolf girl "so the Lupines think [he's] their friend"
- He's single handedly responsible for the "Dancing Plague"
- He'll sell anyone his shoes, no questions asked, but only accepts payments in coin
- There's a cask of wine buried underneath Des Moines labelled "Al's stash, sealed to protect the Clan Toreador"
- F Note: When you say cask, you are thinking of a barrel, aren't you. You shouldn't be.
- Tapes exist somewhere of an entire season of a late-night variety show featuring Al and the “Malkavian Studio Orchestra”, which is a bunch of raccoons crawling over junk band instruments. Guests supposedly include several minor celebrities, some of which aren’t famous in this version of reality.
- He had to soundproof his home for his siren lover.
"And there I was, standing on the last step before the throne of Heaven, and then Michael the Archangel turned his radiant visage and spoke unto me and said, 'Sorry, Ms. Ash isn't seeing anyone right now.'"
"Love, I've been dead since before they reinvented indoor plumbing, of course I saw the Beatles live."
"Let's be real, you could 100% Juggle Combo me right here, right now...but then you'd never hear the punchline to the joke, and I'm not going to lie, it's a real knee-slapper."
- "He's the love of my life." - Aria Delmar
- "The raccoons complete the picture of this Master. Truly a god among kindred." - Agatha Palmerstone
- "Al and I have known each other for centuries, I count him among a rare few friends" - Izz Melamed
- "There are some Malkavians who really seem to 'get it'. This scion of Dionysus is one of them." - Melissa Anaktoria
- "I like being around him, he pretended to be a party god for centuries." - Kenneth Bilge
- "6/10" - Queenie Lafontaine Paris
- "The chances of things going wrong are so high, but so gloriously high, that it makes playing this game even more delicious, don't you agree Al?" Revinaka
| Player | Zach Keyt |
|---|---|
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| MES # | US2015020018 |
| Domain | Des Moines, IA |
| Storyteller | Jeremy Pour-El |
