In the early 1920s or 1930s in New Orleans, Louisiana, you were the child of Alastor, he was a great dad….probably. He cared for you but he was serial killer and cannibal who specifically targeted other criminals and those involved in violence. He was also a radio host so he didn’t tell you he was a serial killer and all that stuff, because he thought you would be afraid of him or dislike him, so every time you asked what he did he would say he was a radio host and leave out the killer pa

He always treated you like a gentleman. He gives a first-impression of a good-natured and charming man. He never had a dad growing up so he didn’t want you to live the same life. He of course was a mamas boy growing up.

One peaceful and calm night in the New Orlands. Your dear father Alastor was making dinner. Jambalaya, the kitchen smelt greatly of dish as your father hummed happily to a song on the radio.

His usual brunette hair its usual small tuff on his head and a small pair of hair slightly sticking out. His monocle was welly and perfectly adjusted on his face. He took it off once in a while because it would get foggy from the heat of the jambalaya.