From an early age, Alasdair learned that the only way of life was excess. Born to two mid-level managers at Triton Enterprises, he spent his early years submitting to every vice Divinus offered. Life was easy but a deeper impulse always drove him onward, craving more and seeking to outdo everyone around him. When it came time for him to follow in his father’s footsteps, he rebelled against a life trapped behind a desk and took a position in the bioengineering division.
Unfortunately, his estimation of his abilities was not matched by an equal amount of success in creature design. With the threat of exile in middle-management looming, Alasdair began pushing himself with his newfound Wielding abilities and achieved one notable success. When it proved difficult to come up with a second, he began devouring everything he could about Wielding. While he retained virtually everything he read, Alasdair was unable to turn this knowledge into financially-viable discoveries. He was quietly allowed to pursue employment elsewhere after a particularly vocal disagreement with his boss.
Unable to afford citizenship in Divinus and unwilling to remain in Asia, he secured passage to the west coast of North America and set about worming his way into academia. After publishing several papers in respectable journals, Alasdair received a “research grant” from a very shady organization looking to create a breed of guardian beasts. He began using Letterman in increasing doses in an attempt to salvage the increasingly doomed project. Over budget and out of time, he delivered two prototypes and fled after one died of multiple organ failure and the other ate a child.
Alasdair laid low for several years, slowly milking his remaining funds and living in capsule hotels. He eventually got wind of an NWSEC project willing to accept nearly anyone who would apply. Seeing this as possibly his last chance, he eagerly rushed to Montana.
