Sinclair

Albino Gentleman

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Dorian Wade Sinclair was born in the early 1500’s to a European farming family. He was their first and only child. The details of his early life are sparse. Over the course of nearly 450 years, he has long forgotten the life he lead before his transition. However, he knows of every sin he has committed. The first being the murder of his own mother and father. The second, accepting a deal with an otherworldly being that he still hunts to this day. The third, starting a global organization to track down and study the supernatural through heavy experimentation.

Dorian’s wealth was amassed through empty promises to elated investors. His pitch? Harvest the abilities and characteristics of any extraordinary being and selling them for profit. Countless entry points were planted across the world. Every continent ravaged by his efforts. World leaders generously and anonymously funneling funds into Sinclair’s regime. They wanted vampiric armies, hell hounds, psychic spies and immortality. The folly of mankind was their greed. And no one knew that better than Dorian.

Despite beginning the project with no intention of fulfilling his promises, Sinclair pressed on. Running himself through the experiments and, in turn, walking away with what those figure heads desired. Abilities amalgamating within him that had no business being thrown together. Manifesting within him until he was a monster. His once human form became unrecognizable. Simply a hulking beast of muscle so dense it tore his skin and horribly disfigured his face. That was, until, he successfully trapped a deity with angelic traits.

Once he secured the essence of that particular being, he underwent a transformation. The one his acquaintances know best. His body returned to its original size. His hair grew back as pure silver locks. But his eyes did not show an ocean of innocents. Instead, they churned to a deep crimson. Reflecting the beast that still lays within him. Something none have ever seen in the flesh and lived to speak of the horror. Something that would never be provoked again.

No matter how lucrative the business of his became, it last short periods of time. Since it’s establishment in 1940 during the Second World War, it had 70 years of service. In 2010 the organization encountered one supernatural phenomenon they were not prepared for. A psychic child. Apprehended at birth and sent to an orphanage that his company supported. Raising the children until they were old enough to display their abilities.

They just weren’t ready for a psychic’s rampage. The Shinjuku entry point was decimated. Soon after, across the globe, another entry point faced the same fate. Followed by every site on the planet. Simultaneously obliterated. Sinclair’s work put to an end. With his newfound abilities stolen from his test subjects at the cost of their lives, he went into hiding.

Consolidating and refining the plethora of strengths he held, Sinclair set out on one final task before retirement. Ensuring that the cash flow of every country involved would not cease. Offering information gathered on all fronts to their opposition. An info broker. Or, in most other cases, reassuring his clients that the devastating loss was a diversion to something greater. This process took him a great deal of time. But it was well worth the effort.

Over those years, the abilities Sinclair once held died off one at a time. Determined by the allotted time he spent wielding each one. Having taken a toll on his body, an air of relief came with each power that faded. Even so, he still possesses some of the more functional ones.

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Now he resides in a “manor” far from society. Despite not having a use for travel, in every major city he owns a master suite. And in every minor city a flat. But most of his time is spent at the manor he forged himself and imbued with a spirit he refers to by number. In a physical form, the being is a jet black silhouette that acts as the resident butler. Able to multiply for greater coverage of his broad estate.

In his home, he offers a wide variety of activities and boarding. Forty bedrooms (not including the master bedroom, the Red Room, nor the Devil’s Lair), a pool room, a gym, a billiards room, lounge room, ball room, sauna, library, wine cellar and in home theatre. There has never been much of a reason for him to leave, so he remains reclusive. Hosting fantastically lavish parties that carried on for days at a time. Even so, he keeps to himself.

In recent years he has set out to right his wrongs. Hoping to tip the moral scales in his favor before death claims his. Specifically to the world of the unknown. In the Sinclair Manor, the supernatural can find asylum. No harm will come to them in his abode. They will be welcomed with open arms and a kind embrace.

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