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Alistair Millenis D’Haucourt

My apprentice's flirty big brother who would be ready to set the world aflame to protect her. ♦️ Favourite food : Duck breast fillet ♦️ Favourite drink : Cognac ♦️ Favourite flower : Honeysuckle

AKA:

Mister Midnight (by his sister) Raven Sire D’Haucourt

Relatives:

Lysandre Samaël D’Haucourt (sister) Pierre Balthazar D’Haucourt (father) Anne - Marie D’Haucourt (Mother)

Love interest: 

No one at the moment, however he flirts a lot (With Julian to tease his sister, with Asra in hope of getting closer to him and avenge for taking his sister away). He’s rather close with sweet Portia.

His tarot card: VIII Strength

Positive :

♦️ He's very determined in what he does. when he decided to protect his sister, he dedicated his life to her. He would not be able to break this vow.

♦️ He's ready to fight to conquer any obstacle on his way. Even when it was becoming tough, he still continued to search for Lysander Samael and he finally found her.

♦️ Seduction is one of his skills and he does not hesitate to use it to obtain information and favors. However, he stays focused on his goals and refuses to let his mind wander too far.

Negative:

♦️ He proved himself to be a very violent opponent once he’s pissed. He knows how to fight and is not afraid to spar.

♦️ Being born and raised as a noble, he is prideful and can sometimes hurt people by being too stubborn/ harsh. Of course, it is also excruciatingly hard for him to apologise. Other times, he’s the one hurting because he refuses to talk about the problems eating him alive.

♦️ When someone important to him is in any sort of trouble, he has a strong tendency to throw himself in the brawl regardless of the risks. This Hot-blooded big boy has a heart of gold for the ones he loves. Careful if he doesn’t like you though...

Birthday:

August, 2nd

Zodiac sign:

Leo

Personnality:

ESFJ

Physical description:

Gender: Male Height: 6′2 (190 cm) Hair colour: Ink black Eye colour: Grayish blue History:

History

Early Life: Alistair was born as the heir of a noble family : The D’Haucourt. He received a strict education and many privilegies from his father whom he admired greatly. He grew up loving his family who pampered him. However, everything changed when his sister was born. At the age of 7, he was smart enough to realize how unfair everybody was being towards Lysandre Samaël and as years passed, he ended up despising his father. He decided to defend her himself against their family's accusations and disdain, dedicating his life to her. Alistair took  upon himself to make his sister happy in spite of the toughness she was facing everyday. At 22, when he discovered she had left with Asra the magician, he had a mental breakdown and became violent towards everybody. Unable to continue without knowing where she was, he decided to search for her an definitely abandonned his family. His travels: He doesn’t say much about how he traveled all the way to Vesuvia. But the people he encountered outside of his ‘‘golden cage’‘ taught him a lot of things about life. Vesuvia: When he arrived in Vesuvia, he was tired and a bit lost but his easy-going nature helped him a lot. He easily found both his sister and the magician and started to make plans to get rid of him. However, his reunion with Lysandre Samaël after a whole year slowed his vengeance down. But then the red plague arrived... After the Red Plague: As his sister, his memories have been altered but he kept most of them. Sometimes, he realizes he misses some informations but nothing as critical as Lysandre Samaël. He still feels a strong hate towards Asra and still wished to hurt him. Oc by me Official Background is from the arcana game (not mine!)

Let me hug this sad boy <3

Murder be thy name Murder be thy And let there be blood

When Lysandre had seen how clear the sky was, she had been delighted. It was a perfect occasion to take a breath of fresh air. With a newfound joy, her steps led her to her favourite spot in the city : a quiet garden, far from human's activity. However, she was surprised when she spotted a figure in the distance and hesitated to approach, unsure about the person's identity. She cautiously approached, taking a small breath before greeting them politely. -" Good evening. I don't want to intrude but, would you mind if I sit here for a moment?"

Let's find your muse : ⭐️- Stargazing.

Lyntel sighs, having escaped their business for the day to sneak into one of the gardens of Vesuvia for the night. They watched the stars, enjoying the flask of drink they had brought. They didn’t even turn when they heard footsteps come up from behind them, hoping it was just someone else here to enjoy the stars.

okay i’m about to ramble here, because i love that we have someone (aizawa of all people!!) acknowledging in canon that toshinori is actually very intelligent

i’ve noticed that often, toshinori gets portrayed as a goofball, someone who isn’t that smart, and just wanted to discuss how, even though he is a fool sometimes, he’s one of the smartest characters in the bnha universe. just looking at his ultra analysis stat block:

toshinori has a 6/6 rating for his intelligence stat. for comparison, other 6/6 intelligence characters are:

principal nezu (who literally has an intelligence boosting quirk)

momo yaoyorozu (who is so good at utilising her quirk because of her in-depth understanding of material science, chemistry and physics)

all for one (dude is old as fuck (lots of experience), extremely emotionally intelligent (which he uses to be manipulative), and tactically brilliant)

we don’t know david shield’s official stats, but as he is a nobel prize winner, it’d be a safe guess to say he is also 6/6

toshinori also outranks sir nighteye (5/6), aizawa shota (5/6) and recovery girl (5/6) for intelligence

next up, we have one of the few things we know about young toshinori: he went to college in the states. that alone doesn’t qualify intelligence, but what we can infer from two heroes does

it’s not a stretch to say that dave was almost definitely a STEM major - he goes on to become a world renowned, nobel prize winning scientist. his inventions are used as support items for heroes globally. dave almost definitely majored in either physics or engineering

what’s notable, is that toshinori is taking at least Some of the same classes as dave, which we know from when dave comments about them both being late for their lecture again. dave is smart, already an accomplished inventor at 21, implying that they’re likely both enrolled at a high ranking university

toshinori is therefore capable of meeting academic requirements for a high ranking and competitive university, and is also shown to be mathematically and analytically gifted, based on his (probable) major

next up is toshinori’s tactical abilities. it’s almost a shame that all might could solve almost every problem with a punch or two, because the few times a fight gets tough, toshinori is shown to be very smart and tactical. look at the usj fight, for example:

toshinori identified the nomu’s quirk (shock absorption), used an educated assumption to figure out its weakness (there must be a limit - apply too much force over a short period of time and it cannot cope), and quickly switched tactics to apply his deduction, which turned out to be true

now let’s look at the kamino ward fight:

brute force alone was never going to win the fight. afo, as mentioned before, is incredibly emotionally intelligent, and uses that against toshinori. and toshinori, also incredibly emotionally intelligent, is able to compartmentalise these revelations, whilst still leading all for one to believe he was compromised by this

toshinori feints a “final attack”, plays into all for one’s ego, and all for one’s expectation that toshinori will fight honestly (as in, he wouldn’t use deceptive tactics), then brings home the final blow when all for one believes the victory is his

toshinori yagi, though sometimes a bit of a goof, is an incredibly intelligent person. he’s well educated and highly analytical, he’s very emotionally intuitive, and he’s tactically brilliant. don’t underestimate how smart this man is

At the mention of the countess, the young woman tensed. But she didn't had time to reflect more as she felt her hands in his. Then, she found herself so close to him, and, and... She needed to keep her calm. There was no reason to be so nervous for a childish game she had started. Even if he had been the one nearly falling over her, she had been the one teasing him. The feeling of his palm upon her back was too much and not enough at the same time, and she surprised herself by leaning slighty against Julian. When he asked for a song, she first thought she had misheard him. It would have been possible since the tavern was rather lively. However, she soon realized he was being serious when she found herself in the middle of the floor. Lysandre could feel all the gazes fixated on them and she pressed herself against the doctor, reassured by the contact. 

« Julian... Are we really going to dance in the middle of all these people ? » She had always loved to dance. It reminded her of very old and foggy memories burried in the back of her mind. At this point, she wasn't sure if she had dreamt about them or if they were real but they were leaving her with strange vibes everytime they came to her mind. In those memories, she was learning how to dance, sometimes failing at being gracious, sometimes getting praised... Then she was in ballrooms, among crowds of richly clothed people gossiping and enjoying their time. It all seemed so long ago...

Her hand gently squeezed his while the other rested on his shoulder. Of course they were going to dance in the middle of the tavern ! They were both inebriated and the occasion was too good to be denied. She adressed Julian a bright smile, her cheeks flushed and her heart beating hard against her ribcage. Tonight, the young woman was finally feeling alive.

Caught in the moment, he hadn’t noticed the drips that had fallen onto her figure or he would have apologized in an instant, but now it was far too late. She had already started getting feisty with him and the doctor wasn’t one to refuse a good flirting session. He knew that she was close to Asra and he knew of her nobility status quite well, so in a way, this fueled him even further to continue her advances, to see how far she would go.

Although, nothing could have prepared him for the way she slid her hands up his chest, a visible blush that had no relation to the alcohol he had in his system crept upon his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. If the table wasn’t stable in place, his weight would have shifted it back with the sudden movement he had made against it as if he tried to scoot away but couldn’t; for once, he was the one trapped and embarrassed and frankly, he was no good at behaving under those circumstances. 

“Oh goodness, I suppose there is no other choice… I will have to pay for it with my body.”, wiggling his eyebrows at her, he slid his own arm around her waist as if to challenge her. To turn the situation in his favour, he cleared his throat for a bit and, although blushing, he displayed a seemingly confident grin, daring to lock his eye on her own. That did not last long when her lands had landed on his abdomen and he almost squirmed away with laughter, warning her with the way he spoke once more, although really, he had no power here and no intention to slide away. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you~”

Aye aye Captain!

Pirate Mazelinka !

I mean.. captain Mazelinka.

@sedireadieu Lysandre felt sorry for him as she watched him fight against his drunken state. However, his question sent her back to the starting point and the young woman had to force herself not to frown. Not Asra again... He was away and she didn’t need to remember it. She tried to play it off with a tense smile and a bit of sarcasm, hoping she would be convincing enough.

“You would like that wouldn’t you... No. To be honest, I’m here to have a little fun. What can I say, while the cat's away the mice will play...” She took a breath, leaning a bit on the table, her eyes searching his.

“And you dear Doctor? Are you here to have some fun?” She already knew the real answer. Why was he here? To torture himself... Reflect upon his presumed crimes and drown his sorrows in Salty bitters were his favourite activities. The young woman was fully aware that bringing this up wasn’t the best move but she needed to distract him for a bit. Even when being utterly wasted, he remained very observant. It was indeed impressive but also too dangerous for her current mood. Julian wasn’t a bad person, she was absolutely sure about it and she didn’t want to bring him down with her own silly vexations.

@lysandresamaeldhaucourt​

Her first reflex was to shoot this nuisance a furious stare but, as her eyes set on him, recognition hit her. So when he wasn’t breaking in her shop, he was getting drunk… What an amazing schedule. A sigh escaped her lips as she eyed him disaprovingly.

“Julian… Are you really drunk enough to be unable to recognise me? I was going to tell you I was fine but now I’m offended…”

As much as she wanted to scold him for interrupting her brooding session, her lips curved in a small smile. With a vague movement of her hand, she gestured to a vacant chair near her own.

“You should sit before embarrassing yourself further.”

There was no aggressivity in her tone, only amusement. After all, seeing this supposed murderer tripping over himself wasn’t the most scary of things. Plus, even drunk, he was quite handsome… Not that she would admit it though. Blue eyes checked her drink and she groaned, realizing her glass was nearly empty. Tonight, she definitely needed more to let go of her bitterness towards Asra, to forget her duties towards the countess. Tonight, she wanted to have some fun no matter what.

To put it briefly: yes, yes he was that drunk. He had to narrow his eye to even be able to tell who it was, and surely enough, after his eye had adjusted to the familiar face it was as if the light had finally turned on in his currently vacant brain.

An embarrassed blush crept upon his pale complexion as he fell into the chair vis-a-vis her own, trying to brush the incident off with a smile - although, if one were to look at the way he was swaying, they could tell he was more than a bit tipsy.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite lady!”, he exclaimed and reached to tap her on the shoulder in a friendly manner, although that was all the more giving him motion sickness so he stopped soon after, going back to resting his head in his hands as he was when he was sitting down at his own table.

“Oh, what d’you know…your glass is empty, I don’t have a glass…A fated encounter.”, a cheesy grin appeared on his lips as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “A couple more over here, if you are so kind!”, he called out for the bartender to bring them another round. Although observing her through a drunken haze, he could still notice that she wasn’t feeling entirely like herself. “Somethin’ bad happen? You’re usually not one to come here. Oho, am I perhaps rubbing off on you?”

When Julian parted from her, she thought he was going to try running away again and her heart panicked for a moment. It didn't happened. Instead, his hand gripped hers and he led her to the bed, managing to bring a discreet blush to her usually pale complexion, which worsened when she was pulled down to rest against the doctor. However, once his heartbeat reached her ears, everything calmed down and she melt at the sensation of his fingers combing through her hair. It was such a perfect moment she would have given everything she had to make it last for eternity. For once, they would have time to do all the things they couldn't, they would be free... Julian's voice brought her back from her reverie and she listened each of his words carefully, giving him her undivided attention. Lys never dared to interrupt him, not even believing how lucky she was to hear him pouring his heart out with such familiarity. Absentmindedly, her hand came to rest on his chest, caressing it lightly while  lending her ear to the man. However, she soon found herself under the doctor's gaze, his smile melting her heart. How could this man be real?  He may be a self-destructive fool but the apprentice loved him all the same. He was HER self-destructive fool and she would go at the ends of the earth with him, even if she had to steal him from Hell's grasp before. No one would be allowed to stand in between them. Lys wasn't a violent person and she always kept her magic under restrain not to risk hurting someone but if anyone touched her love... She would be merciless. A headache started to show up but was quickly forgotten when she raised her head to meet his lips in a chaste kiss, sweet and loving.

“If you want it so badly then do it. Spend the night with me and leave your worries at the door for the time being. Tomorrow is another day and we'll be able to worry together... But now, try to enjoy what you can have.”

A pale, slender hand brushed his cheek, venturing to his neck, tracing every detail of his skin as if discovering it for the first time. Maybe that wasn't totally wrong... Life hadn't left them much time to bask in each other's presence without being in potential danger. Tonight was a perfect opportunity to tell him everything she felt, to show this tall, dramatic man how loved and desired he really was.

“What do you say about that Julian? Do you want to steal this night for yourself instead of letting it to your doubts and regrets?”

Blue eyes watched him expectantly, full of both hope to spend time with him and fear of seeing him leave once more.  Leaving her behind was Asra's specialty, not Julian's... Right?... Unconsciously, Lys bit her lip, an old habit of hers when anxiety was starting to gnaw her insides.

Tears were staining Lysandre’s shirt as they fell from Julian’s eye. Unrestrained and raw, the act of self-deception was no longer effective in the presence of her soothing demeanor, feeling himself sink into her arms even further, craving her comfort and warmth to the core, it was made obvious from the manner in which he sulked and shook her body with sobbing until it did not hurt anymore. The grieving came to a sudden end and all that could be heard were the soft whines of a desperate man. Nobody else would ever see him like this but her, he wouldn’t open up to this extent even if his life was on the line. If not for her, he would have walked to his death the moment he set foot in this city once more, stupidly so. 

He knew every word she spoke was correct and that by being a scapegoat, he wouldn’t be helping anyone, much less her. This was his reasoning to at least share his mind with her, going against his own cruel and cold dogma of a man trained to feel nothing, to empathize with no one and to keep to himself. Such was the past of the impartial Doctor, whose only purpose was to find a cure for a dangerous illness - you could call it playing God. Maybe the time to face the music was now, with her, not on the gallows with a bunch of people who really wanted him dead.

A sigh and then a tight hug followed just before he parted from her sweet embrace, only to reach for her hand and lead her deeper into Asra’s shop, past the curtains and to the bed, his head turned away from her so she wouldn’t have to see him with a bloodshot eye, sore from bawling. Without courtesy, he simply plopped down onto it and pulled Lys down with him, making her rest her head on top of his chest so she wouldn’t yet see his face, stroking her hair with shaky, slender fingers. A soft voice began to tell a tale of half-truths mixed with genuine feelings, trailing off quietly.

“Must you really share the burden? I’ve been protecting you for so long and now, that I’m so close to the truth…you decide to jump into the lion’s den with me. You’re absolutely insane, you’re…you’re reckless. You have no consideration for yourself…”, his voice was still confused, but far warmer than before, almost as if he was trying to hold back a defeated chuckle.

“I wanted to go to the palace to look for clues…I need to know what happened. I know I’ve got blood on my hands, some way or another…I just hate not knowing.”, he continued, his arm squeezing around her back tightly, possessively. “But now…now I just want to spend the night with you and forget about it. Damn it all, damn it all to hell.”, he ended with slight anger in his tone, not directed towards her but towards the source of his grievances. 

Without another word, Julian untangled his hand from her hair and brought his fingers to his mouth, pulling the glove off with his teeth and spitting it away. She was too dear to him to be touched with something like that in the way. The soft caress of her scalp continued afterwards, life returning to his cheeks little by little when they became a rosy shade of pink. Comfortably, he was brushing her soft hair out of the way to glance at her face and a shy smile appeared on his own.

Hell yes!!!

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