Sinclair Alkins

Who Am I...

Sinclair Alkins, just a regular human with an interest in supernatural beings.

My Appearance

Ashen, straight hair neatly coiffured to reveal a sculpted, anguished face. Hooded grey eyes, set charmingly within their sockets, watch thoughtfully over the woodlands he’s come to love for so long. A large beard elegantly compliments his eyes and leaves a delightful memory of his fortunate looks, just below laid a hoodie that was concealed beneath a black leather jacket, his trousers were a set of blue jeans and black boots.
There’s something fascinating about him, perhaps it’s his composure or perhaps it’s simply his sense of justice.


A rusted machete with a crude handle, smoke bombs, gasmask and tear gas.

I Believe...

The forest hides it's secrets