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Arthur grew up to be somewhat pacifistic, he abhorred violence, and scorned bloodshed, his view of the world was tolerant and merciful, he accepted those different from him and advocated for their rights, such an inclusive and exemplary man of the new cosmopolitan world. Yet he looked around him and saw nothing but chaos, humanity was on the brink of self destruction they were destroying not only themselves but their planet and the whole world around them, through his studies of the world's history he viewed humans, as pack animals, and every pack needs a pack leader, a chain of command seemed to be what holds the world together or send it plummeting further down the spiral of oblivion, it was the burden of those who knew and those strong enough to shoulder the burdens of the world to save it. He himself wanted to be both, he wanted to save the world, he wanted to save everyone his capacity for empathy was always one of his defining qualities. | Arthur grew up to be somewhat pacifistic, he abhorred violence, and scorned bloodshed, his view of the world was tolerant and merciful, he accepted those different from him and advocated for their rights, such an inclusive and exemplary man of the new cosmopolitan world. Yet he looked around him and saw nothing but chaos, humanity was on the brink of self destruction they were destroying not only themselves but their planet and the whole world around them, through his studies of the world's history he viewed humans, as pack animals, and every pack needs a pack leader, a chain of command seemed to be what holds the world together or send it plummeting further down the spiral of oblivion, it was the burden of those who knew and those strong enough to shoulder the burdens of the world to save it. He himself wanted to be both, he wanted to save the world, he wanted to save everyone his capacity for empathy was always one of his defining qualities. | ||
− | Arthur has always been obsessed with Angels, the family's legend, their history, his skills, it all helped feed his obsession, his rooms always had sketches and artwork depicting angels and other religious icons, even though he himself wasn't a religious individual, he Prayed, but in his own way, he did solely because it made him feel guided and guarded, He would pray whenever he came close to an undertaking, sometimes it would sound like verse but it rarely ever is, | + | Arthur has always been obsessed with Angels, the family's legend, their history, his skills, it all helped feed his obsession, his rooms always had sketches and artwork depicting angels and other religious icons, even though he himself wasn't a religious individual, he Prayed, but in his own way, he did solely because it made him feel guided and guarded, He would pray whenever he came close to an undertaking, sometimes it would sound like verse but it rarely ever is, it didn't stop his family from teaching them their history, the significance of faith in that history and about their heirlooms, one particular heirloom that belonged to his father, interested him and was supposed to be significant to him above all, a family ring with a singular pearl, it had engravings all over, in a language that seemed akin to latin but it wasn't, he was told that one day he will earn this, and on that day he would bring his family great pride. |
The young man's pacifistic tendencies weren't much to his family's liking though, their family has always been affiliated with the Templars, the protectors of the world from the evils that burrow and breed beneath the artificial curb content to be forgotten and ignored by the masses, but the Cross never forgets to mete out not just mercy but justice and holy fire upon the damned and the villainous, Arthur was more lenient concerning the denizens of the other worlds, he was of the belief that the world would reach a state of harmony only when all its denizens, those human and not work together….an idealist the kind ones would call him, but he was a fool when his family were ever asked. | The young man's pacifistic tendencies weren't much to his family's liking though, their family has always been affiliated with the Templars, the protectors of the world from the evils that burrow and breed beneath the artificial curb content to be forgotten and ignored by the masses, but the Cross never forgets to mete out not just mercy but justice and holy fire upon the damned and the villainous, Arthur was more lenient concerning the denizens of the other worlds, he was of the belief that the world would reach a state of harmony only when all its denizens, those human and not work together….an idealist the kind ones would call him, but he was a fool when his family were ever asked. | ||
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− | Arthur | + | Arthur traveled through the mansion, with wary steps, having to dispatch a vampire every room or two, it was as if an entire coven came to the mansion, but they were all weak, relatively speaking, a coven of young new bloods? It wasn't unheard, of, He wished he had more than his rifle, but there was really nothing he can do, he could search for some arcane trinkets, he knew how to perform blood rituals after all, but it was impractical, he can't read from the books in this light, his elementalism was rusty as well and he didn't memorize many spells, maybe a couple of ones to heal his wounds, but nothing too major….He was now at the top floor, and he was exhausted, not physically but it seemed a mountain of burden fell on his shoulders; he lost his mother, he found his sister's corpse torn apart and mangled by a pack of the fiends….the maid was dead, he now was worried about Maria, the child he saved & his father….He hasn't found them yet, and there was only one room left in the entire mansion, his father's study. |
He took a succession of deep breathes, then slowly opened the double doors, that were covered in blood as if painted by some sick artist, He saw his father standing at the window staring into the moors, his back was hunched and his hands drooped beside him as if he were dead, but he wasn't he was standing there, around his father's finger shone the ring, his family's heirloom, but it was searing the man's flesh, but he didn't flinch, he wasn't flinching, he looked to the desk and saw her, Maria, or what is left of her, she was naked, drenched in blood, he smelled the stale smell of piss on her, she must've been afraid…before she died…she was dead, feasted upon by the vampires, apparently and the old man just stood, there was a sound of munching, and a strange glow around him….It didn't take time for Arthur to figure it out….his father died too, but he was reanimated….a shadow of his former self….he turned slowly to face his son who aimed his rifle at him as he muttered desperately, with naivety, he knew it but he couldn’t help himself "father…? What happened?" the shambling corpse growled, and walked towards Arthur he kept his weapon trained "Father please, stay back…" more growling was the only response he got as the zombie shambled towards him, Whatever Vampire that did this must be powerful, reanimation magic was supposed to be lost….or at the very least rarely practiced….his gaze drifted to Maria's ravaged corpse and he felt even heavier, his heart was thundering in his chest….He lost everyone…Everyone he held dear, on the span of one night, Why did it happen to him, Why Him, his sadness began to fester into anger, he looked at the corpse of the old man shambling towards him, picking up pace, the ring burning in its hand, he kept the rifle trained and took a step back to keep the distance "I never dreamed that I would father such an unworthy son!" His eyes widened in horror as his father's voice came from the corpse "Look at you, you smell of fear, of weakness….even the bitch we chose for you knew you were weak, when she was dying she didn't even scream for you…she knew you can't save her…." | He took a succession of deep breathes, then slowly opened the double doors, that were covered in blood as if painted by some sick artist, He saw his father standing at the window staring into the moors, his back was hunched and his hands drooped beside him as if he were dead, but he wasn't he was standing there, around his father's finger shone the ring, his family's heirloom, but it was searing the man's flesh, but he didn't flinch, he wasn't flinching, he looked to the desk and saw her, Maria, or what is left of her, she was naked, drenched in blood, he smelled the stale smell of piss on her, she must've been afraid…before she died…she was dead, feasted upon by the vampires, apparently and the old man just stood, there was a sound of munching, and a strange glow around him….It didn't take time for Arthur to figure it out….his father died too, but he was reanimated….a shadow of his former self….he turned slowly to face his son who aimed his rifle at him as he muttered desperately, with naivety, he knew it but he couldn’t help himself "father…? What happened?" the shambling corpse growled, and walked towards Arthur he kept his weapon trained "Father please, stay back…" more growling was the only response he got as the zombie shambled towards him, Whatever Vampire that did this must be powerful, reanimation magic was supposed to be lost….or at the very least rarely practiced….his gaze drifted to Maria's ravaged corpse and he felt even heavier, his heart was thundering in his chest….He lost everyone…Everyone he held dear, on the span of one night, Why did it happen to him, Why Him, his sadness began to fester into anger, he looked at the corpse of the old man shambling towards him, picking up pace, the ring burning in its hand, he kept the rifle trained and took a step back to keep the distance "I never dreamed that I would father such an unworthy son!" His eyes widened in horror as his father's voice came from the corpse "Look at you, you smell of fear, of weakness….even the bitch we chose for you knew you were weak, when she was dying she didn't even scream for you…she knew you can't save her…." | ||
"that's Enough…" | "that's Enough…" | ||
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"Failure. Weakling….your mother and sister delighted in being ravaged and joining the coven…" | "Failure. Weakling….your mother and sister delighted in being ravaged and joining the coven…" | ||
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"No…" | "No…" | ||
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"No Son of Mine would've let that happen, I would have bred a warrior not a Coward!" | "No Son of Mine would've let that happen, I would have bred a warrior not a Coward!" | ||
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"I am no son of yours, Corpse, my father is Dead…." | "I am no son of yours, Corpse, my father is Dead…." | ||
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"Your father considered you dead too" | "Your father considered you dead too" | ||
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"I said ENOUGH!!!" | "I said ENOUGH!!!" | ||
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− | He heard the sound of heels on the wooden floor, and suddenly the fireplace erupted and light flooded the room, shocking his eyes for a moment but he tried to shake it off quickly to get his bearing and on the chair by the fireplace, sat the 12 year old girl, the girl he saved, she looked so innocent, so afraid "Please | + | He heard the sound of heels on the wooden floor, and suddenly the fireplace erupted and light flooded the room, shocking his eyes for a moment but he tried to shake it off quickly to get his bearing and on the chair by the fireplace, sat the 12 year old girl, the girl he saved, she looked so innocent, so afraid "Please sir, help me, they took me from my father and raped me, they almost killed me trying to carve these weird symbols on my body…it was it was…." She sobbed burying her face in her hands he ran to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder "there there, it is over now, you're alive…we will be alright….we will be…" |
"It was…." She looked up to his face and grinned as her eyes turned blood red "It was riveting!" | "It was…." She looked up to his face and grinned as her eyes turned blood red "It was riveting!" | ||
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He is described as a man of honor, Stubborn, empathetic, kind, compassionate and friendly. He can be of a loving nature and highly selfless if the need be. He believes in honesty, loyalty and Trust, he only breaks his word only if he was lied to or tricked, and he shows a fierce vindictive side to remedy this breach of trust as he sees it. He's well known for speaking his mind & being of a fierce temper though he buries it well under a mask of polite and collected calm demeanor. | He is described as a man of honor, Stubborn, empathetic, kind, compassionate and friendly. He can be of a loving nature and highly selfless if the need be. He believes in honesty, loyalty and Trust, he only breaks his word only if he was lied to or tricked, and he shows a fierce vindictive side to remedy this breach of trust as he sees it. He's well known for speaking his mind & being of a fierce temper though he buries it well under a mask of polite and collected calm demeanor. | ||
− | He's | + | He's knowledgeable and can somewhat be deceptive if need be, despite everything he maintains an optimistic and open-minded view of the world, though he isn't often surprised when things turn ill for others, merely disappointed. |
He is emotionally hardened and has difficulty expressing and receiving love, particularly because of losing everyone he once held dear, he keeps himself isolated which led to him possessing poor people skills at times, and had his introversion develop further. He is also capable of forgiveness and has shown his capability to reign in his more violent urges, despite the tragedy he's lived through. | He is emotionally hardened and has difficulty expressing and receiving love, particularly because of losing everyone he once held dear, he keeps himself isolated which led to him possessing poor people skills at times, and had his introversion develop further. He is also capable of forgiveness and has shown his capability to reign in his more violent urges, despite the tragedy he's lived through. | ||
− | + | He desires to appear well kept, noble & honorable man, who's dedicated to the cause of saving humanity as a whole, to become worthy of his Angelic heritage. | |
=• Relations within the Order •= | =• Relations within the Order •= | ||
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- Being cultured and sophisticated he doesn't often hang out in Clubs, preferring instead gentlemen clubs like the Temple club or places like the Horned God, if you seek RP with him, seek him out there. | - Being cultured and sophisticated he doesn't often hang out in Clubs, preferring instead gentlemen clubs like the Temple club or places like the Horned God, if you seek RP with him, seek him out there. | ||
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- Arthur is a well trained marksman, though he doesn't enjoy talking about it, while being somewhat experienced with his own rifle & occasionally guns, he doesn't use technical terms or mention them at all infact, he is more inclined to speak about different forms of magic, trying to give the impression that he is not a soldier but a warlock or a magus. | - Arthur is a well trained marksman, though he doesn't enjoy talking about it, while being somewhat experienced with his own rifle & occasionally guns, he doesn't use technical terms or mention them at all infact, he is more inclined to speak about different forms of magic, trying to give the impression that he is not a soldier but a warlock or a magus. |