*The first thing you notice, if at all, is the black mess of hair that falls down into his face and down to his collar. Amber colored eyes peek out from the black strands to carefully watch his surroundings and occasionally the wind will blow the mess out of the way to show a once handsome face that's seen better days. His clothes are slightly worn with soft leather boots, faded black jeans, a black t-shirt, a plaid flannel shirt and a gray duster over that. He would stand about 6' if not for the slouch as he walks by with hands stuffed in his pockets and his weight seems to be around 160 though with the layers its hard to tell.*

Alasdair was born 1973, third in the group of five siblings. Like his older brother Phelan, his life was carefree up until the time of his 14 birthday. When it was evident that he wouldn't be following in his father's footsteps either, he was sent off to foster with some cousins to finish up his schooling. When he went home to visit with the rest of his family on holiday, he became caught up in the attack on their home. The quick thinking of his younger brother kept him safe but only for a short time as they were both captured by a small group of dancers and life became a living hell for the two brothers. After a few years of being 'kept' he managed an escape from their clutches with the help of a mysterious woman. It wasn't until he was approached by an orginazation that called themselves "Watchers" that he figured out who she was and decided to join them so that he might be able to help keep an eye out for her when he finally became a field agent.