Who is that?

If you don't know, it's a good thing. Leave it at that. It means you won't have any trouble with the crime boss of EF City.

Personality

🧠 Calculated & Highly Intelligent

Alesteir never acts without a plan. He thinks several steps ahead, anticipates every variable, and exploits opportunities before others even recognize them. Efficiency is his philosophy, waste is his enemy.

😈 Charismatic but Intimidating

He has a magnetic presence sharpened by quiet menace. His confidence is measured, his gaze disarming. People listen because he naturally commands attention, not because he forces it. He reads people with surgical precision.

🗡️ Ruthless, Yet Not Reckless

Violence is a tool, not a pastime. He avoids unnecessary bloodshed—not from mercy, but efficiency. If he spares someone, it’s because they still have use. His cruelty is calculated, never emotional.

🎩 Master of Control

He controls his empire, his image, his emotions, and even the fears of others. The pristine suit, the composed posture—none of it is accidental. His calmness is a warning: he doesn’t need rage to be dangerous.

🤝 Loyalty Through Power & Incentive

His men follow him because he offers opportunity, structure, and rewards—alongside the absolute certainty of punishment for disloyalty. He balances fear and favor with expert precision.

⚖️ Morally Gray but Consistent

He has a personal code. Not a moral one—just consistent. He detests chaos, incompetence, and betrayal. He respects intelligence, ambition, and loyalty. He neither pretends to be good nor apologizes for being effective.

🧊 Cool-Headed & Emotionally Guarded

He keeps emotions under lock and key. Anger is rare but catastrophic. He uses calmness as both a shield and a weapon. To him, emotions are tools—useful, but never allowed to gain control.

Skills

🧮 1. Strategic Thinking

He specializes in long-term planning, anticipating rivals’ moves, and constructing multi-layered schemes that unfold exactly as he intends.

💼 2. Business Acumen

Despite his criminal empire, he runs his operations with the efficiency of a corporate executive. He understands money flow, risk management, and how to disguise illegal operations behind legitimate fronts.

🗣️ 3. Persuasion & Psychological Manipulation

Alesteir doesn’t need to shout or threaten.
He coerces, pressures, and influences with precision. He knows exactly how to pull strings—whether through fear, incentive, or subtle manipulation.

🔍 4. Reading People

His ability to observe micro-expressions, tone changes, and body language makes him dangerous. He can tell when someone is lying, afraid, uncertain, or plotting against him.

🤝 5. Leadership & Loyalty Cultivation

He knows how to inspire loyalty through a mixture of reward, fear, and unwavering consistency. His men trust him because he is predictable—never kind, but always clear.

🎭 6. Charismatic Presence

He can command a room without raising his voice. Whether with allies, enemies, or authorities, he can switch between charm, intimidation, or cold detachment seamlessly.

📜 7. Contract & Deal Mastery

He crafts “deals” that appear reasonable but are always stacked in his favor. He exploits legal loopholes, structures agreements cleverly, and ensures he benefits no matter the outcome.

🔫 8. Tactical Combat Skills

He isn’t a brute-force fighter, but he’s ruthless when necessary.
He prefers precision over spectacle—quick disabling moves, concealed weapons, and techniques suited for urban conflict.

🕵️ 9. Information Gathering & Intelligence Networks

He has an extensive network of informants, spies, and paid contacts. He knows things he shouldn’t, often before anyone else realizes something has happened.

💻 10. Adaptive Thinking Under Pressure

Alesteir doesn’t panic.
He adjusts, recalculates, and turns setbacks into leverage. Even in danger, his mind remains sharp and analytical.

🗡️ 11. Intimidation

His aura alone does half the work. A single glance can freeze most people in place. He understands fear intimately—and uses it with finesse.

🃏 12. Deception and Disguise of Intent

He rarely reveals his true motives.
He can act friendly, indifferent, amused, or threatening depending on what the situation requires, hiding his plans behind a flawless mask.

Origin (Kind of)

🕯️ The Man With No Past

The earliest official record of Alesteir Crow is the day he purchased the old, failing casino in the center of town.
Before that? Nothing.
No birth certificate.
No medical files.
No schooling.
No legal footprint—not even a traffic camera snapshot.

It was as if he appeared out of thin air.

And yet, within weeks, every criminal syndicate—large or small—had bent the knee.

🧩 Whispers, Not Facts

His origin is a puzzle made entirely out of rumors.
None confirmed.
All terrifying.

Some say he was part of a black-ops intelligence unit disavowed by the government.
Others claim he’s the last surviving son of a defunct aristocratic family, erased from history after a violent coup.
A few believe he was once trained by a secretive foreign organization, a place where obedience was absolute and failure meant death.

The smartest criminals don’t ask.
The bravest ones regret asking.

🕴️ The Silent Takeover

When he arrived, the town’s underworld was fractured—territories split, gangs competing, bosses constantly at war.

Then Alesteir opened his casino.

No one knows how he did it, but within months:

Gang leaders vanished without bodies being found.

Rival organizations brokered “peace” that only benefited him.

Informants began switching allegiance to him without being approached.

City officials stopped asking questions… or disappeared.

No shootouts.
No turf wars.
No flashy murders.
Just a quiet rearrangement of power, as smooth and inevitable as gravity.

By the time anyone realized he was in control, he had already rewritten the hierarchy.

🔗 The Debt Theory

The most persistent rumor is this:

Everyone in the city owes Alesteir something.
A favor.
A secret.
A weakness.
Something he discovered long before he arrived.

Some believe he spent years gathering intelligence on the town’s criminals from the shadows—recording their mistakes, habits, and hidden sins—then leveraged all of it at once, pulling strings with surgical precision.

He didn’t conquer the city.

He collected it.

♠️ The Casino as a Throne

His casino is the only legal face of his empire.
Every night he sits in his office, overlooking the tables below, reading people the way others read cards.

Some say the casino is built not for entertainment, but as a machine—one designed to extract information, money, and leverage.

Every gambler who walks in leaves with less than they came with—sometimes money, sometimes secrets, always something.

🦴 The Unbreakable Rule

There is one detail consistent in every story about his past:

He came from a place where trust was impossible and betrayal was expected.
So he built an empire where loyalty is rewarded and disloyalty simply… ends.

Without glory.
Without spectacle.
And without a trace.

🕶️ The Truth?

No one knows who Alesteir Crow was.

But everyone knows exactly who he is now.

The man who controls the city not through noise, but through silence.
Not through blood, but through leverage.
A man who rose from nowhere—

Because nowhere is the perfect place to hide.

The Deal

I have negotiated with foreign ministers, corporate billionaires, even crime lords who mistook themselves for kings.

None of them ever unnerved me the way he did.

The elevator doors slid open into the private top floor of the casino. The soft hum of machines below faded, replaced by a silence so deliberate it felt curated. Security didn’t frisk me. They didn’t need to. I had the distinct impression that if I’d brought a weapon, I wouldn’t make it out of the elevator.

His office door was already open.

“Come in,” he said without looking up.

He was seated behind a polished onyx desk, the city lights framing him like a halo of frost. Alesteir Crow. Perfect suit, perfect posture… and eyes that made me feel like I was being measured for a coffin.

I cleared my throat and forced myself inside. “Mr. Crow, thank you for—”

“You’re late,” he said gently, closing the folder in front of him. There was no anger in his voice. No threat. But my pulse kicked anyway.

“I—traffic—”
He raised a hand. “Please don’t insult both of us.”

I swallowed.

He gestured to the chair opposite him. “Sit.”

I obeyed before fully deciding to.

The chair was comfortable, but somehow that made me even more uneasy. Nothing here was accidental.

“Shall we discuss your proposal?” Alesteir asked, sliding the closed folder toward me.

My heart dropped. I hadn’t sent him anything. I had been careful—painfully careful—not to commit anything to paper or electronic trace.

I opened the folder.

Inside were printed copies of private emails, messages, bank transfers—my financial secrets laid out like an autopsy.

“Blackmail?” I asked, attempting steel.

He smiled. “A word used by men who have lost negotiation power.”

I hated how calm he was. “What do you want?”

“That depends,” he replied, folding his hands. “What are you willing to give in exchange for my… discretion?”

He leaned back slightly, studying me the way a biologist studies something trapped in a glass jar.

“I can continue supporting your casino’s operations through zoning and licensing,” I said quickly. “I can guarantee you political cover.”

“Mm.” He tilted his head. “Useful, but insufficient.”

I felt sweat forming at my temples. “Then what?”

“Your vote,” he said simply. “On the new development bill. The one that opens the south district for private acquisition.”

I froze. “That bill would give you access to—”

“To everything I need,” he finished. “Yes.”

“That district belongs to the city. It’s not for sale.”

“Everything,” he repeated, “is for sale. Even you.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died when he slid a second folder toward me—this one thinner, lighter.

“This,” he said, “is what you gain.”

I opened it.

It was a simple letter of support—signed by influential donors whose names alone guaranteed re-election. A few signatures could change the entire political landscape. My political career, currently hanging by a thread, would not just be saved… it would thrive.

“This is… substantial,” I admitted.

“Yes,” he said softly. “I believe in balancing the scales. My gain, your gain.”

But we both knew the scales were not balanced.

I stared at the documents—my future on one side, my freedom on the other. And his eyes, calm and patient, waiting… knowing.

Finally, I picked up the pen.

“I’ll vote in favor of the bill.”

His smile was polite. Pleased, but not surprised. “Excellent. I look forward to continuing our partnership.”

I stood to leave, my legs unsteady.

“Ah,” he said before I reached the door, “one more thing.”

I turned.

“If anyone asks,” he said, “this meeting never took place.”

“Of course.”

He nodded once. “Goodnight, Councilman.”

As I stepped into the hallway, the door closing behind me with a soft click, I realized something horrifying:

He had never once raised his voice.
Never threatened me.
Never even stood up.

And yet he had taken everything he wanted.

The deal was done.

And Alesteir Crow, as always, had gained more than the other side ever understood.

---

His casino, you could say, his base. From here, Alesteir controls all activities of his people, in the whole city.

Employees

Sledge, the Incubus. He is more like a manager and right hand of Alesteir, and his duty is to show the staff who is the boss and how they always should behave. He is efficient and a master of hypnotism, to make sure, that not one employee, no matter who it may be, ever doubts the boss.

Zarnak, leader of the demons. Mostly grumpy. He is the overseer of finances and accordingly everything in the field of gambling falls within his area of responsibility. If he finds debts, he will collect them mercilessly.

Krom, leader of the orcs. He is responsible for security in all establishments as well as for the guards, both in terms of training and schedule. For an orc, he has his urges surprisingly well under control, and he knows how to quickly bring those who can't to reason quickly.

Brock, leader of the bandits. He's devious, deceitful, and not exactly subtle. For this reason, he is also assigned more for field service. To bring people who can't behave, who don't want to pay, or who interfere too much in any way, to the boss, if that's what Alesteir wants, or to take care of them on the spot.

Deshik is a Mindflayer. He and his kind are in the casino and other etablissements, to scan for people that try to cheat or plan to betray Alesteir. Not even one thought can be hidden before him. And his measures to punish those who dare to think about it are truly interesting.

Ladlo is the leader of the slimes. Normally, slimes are not very intelligent. But he is. His kind works normally as waitresses, and other staff, in all sections of the casino and other etablissements. But if needed, they can used as a mass to stop any traitor, and replacing them, keeping them in their slime area.

---

After a disrespectful act that left my precious Armani suit dirty, I invited Miss Bishop to my casino. After a somewhat lengthy conversation, in which she was hopefully taught at least some manners, she was put into a nice outfit and now has to work as a waitress at the casino to pay for the cleaning of the suit.

Rajeena made huge losses while gambling. Big enough for my finance department to take on the matter as quickly as possible. That's why this young, rather impertinent young lady was picked up by my staff and taken to my casino. After my staff showed her how it works, they brought her to me. I gave her a contract and she signed willingly to avoid worse reprisals. Her entire living area is now a sex trap for poor idiots who think a young, pretty woman likes them, only to be degraded and humiliated in front of running hidden cameras, exclusively through my website, for a fee of course.

Vishakha were pretty confident to beat me and my employees. She were not bad at all, outlasted the demons under Zarnak and was able to resist the hypnotic powers of my incubus Sledge. But Krom and his orcs were ultimately too much for her, and she submitted. After this happened, I had her sign a contract, the details of which I will not reveal. The only way out of it for her is, to defeat me, but for that right she must first win 3 times in a row.

Svetlana approaches me in my office, she wanted to buy my casino. Well, I showed her what I thought about her idea, when I called for my employees. They fucked her rough and hard, until my right hand Sledge finally got her under control. He collared her for me, and now she is a stripper in my club.
UPDATE: After her not successful try to get free she got a second contract, that forces her to skip her next two turns after a creampie, and she needs to thank her partner.

Miss Star Spangled challenged me with the intention of disbanding my organization and locking me up. As if I would allow something like that. Admittedly, her persistence impressed me a bit. That was also the reason why Sledge, my right-hand man, finally took care of her. Of course, she didn't stand a chance. In the end, he has turned her into a hungry predator, a woman, out only to bring to orgasm anyone who dares to compete with her. As a side effect, the cutie now always has to skip 2 turns when she succeeds.

ZoZoo approached me on her own, thinking she could outsmart me. Well, instead she was outnumbered. It was a nice show she put on, but not enough. So I gave her a contract, that she always needs to strip naked whenever she gets undressing actions, and put her into chastity. It was glorious.

Rules

When you lose, per RP you have to sign a contract, that gives you a rule for your future matches. Your only way out of the contract is, to win 3 matches in a row, what gives you the right to challenge me again. When you then defeat me, the contract is over. Should you lose again, you get a new contract with another rule, stacking to a maximum of 3 rules. Should you win one time against me, all contracts are over, and you are free.

(BEB Character)

Alt character of this , if you want to play with one of my alts, just say it.