Name: Arsen Carue

Age(At time of death): 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: Arsen bears many scars and deformities from his time serving in war. Arsen has many plates of metal bolted to places on his body where his skin is missing, leading him to look half-man, and half-machine. Arsen's eyes are deep and possess a very somber look, the look of a man who has seen too many atrocities in his short life. Arsen's eyes conduct a deep, and almost 'meaningful' blue, which helps place a softer look on his hard and chiseled face. One of the metal pieces bolted to his skin covers a good portion of his right face, from cheek bone to trachea. Arsen is a clean shaven man, with a shaggy 'carpet-like' head of black hair. In the ruffles of his shaggy, slightly curly hair, he possesses some very visible strands of silvered hair. Arsen's skin is that of a very pale man, as if he had never seen the light of day almost. Besides the bolted pieces of metal adorning Arsen's exposing flesh, he also wears very loose fitting clothes, along with a snow white cloak that is obviously too wide and a hair too tall for the 6'4'', 220lb man, that he often uses to cover his entire being, except his head. One of the more notable, and instantly recognizable features on Arsen is the fact he is missing his left hand, covered with a white cloth bandage, accompanied by a missing right ear. Along with these deformities are burn scars that cover the, otherwise unblemished, left side of his face, leaving a small spot of skin where his hair does not grow, his left shoulder, and stretches down far enough to the wrist of his left missing hand. Another deformity that would be instantly recognized, if it was shown, is his lack of any leg underneath his right knee. In it's place is a amalgamation of scrap pieces of flesh, and metal, that forms a limb that can at least pass as a normal human limb while it is clothed. Despite all of his injuries, Arsen never limps, nor does he ache enough to warrant a pained expression. 

Weapons: Arsen carries a black and gold adorned sheath on his side, within it holds the sword he has used since he was 15. What once would be considered an expertly made and fine crafted piece of weaponry, is now nothing more than a blunted and chipped piece of long metal, bearing as many scars and deformities as it's wielder. The hilt of the sword has obviously been kept in some sort of maintenance, as it still shines somewhat. The silver gilded hilt is adorned with wore out runes, and marks from the society that Arsen once fought for. 

Abilities: Arsen possesses a ability few possess, and much less see. During combat, Arsen has been known to enter an almost zen-like state of being, cutting down opponents left and right with the fluidity of a river. Even more amazing is Arsen's ability to shrug off attacks during his zen-like state. In the rare chance he is hit while he moves in his swift, constant motion, he simply rolls with the hit, and even embraces it, as it appears. Arsen never received any type of training to unlock this ability, it appears to simply be natural. 

Personality: Arsen is a stoic figure that rarely speaks, unless spoken directly too. A solider through and through, Arsen rallies behind strong-minded individuals, and heeds their commands without hesitation. Loyalty has always been Arsen's best quality, along with his honesty. While 'honorable' would be an adjective that would describe Arsen, disciplined would be a much better one. Instead of having these qualities come naturally to him based on a good moral compass, they were instead beated and molded into Arsen at a young age, in an attempt to make him a invaluable warrior. Arsen hardly ever leaves the shell of his warrior mind, and prefers to allow others do the thinking and talking, while he handles the hard labor. At times, Arsen's stoicism and reservedness may come across as a deep seated depression that Arsen is desperately attempting to bury, which is shown often through is carefully chosen words. 

History: Arsen started training for the military at the young age of 14, at the behest of his jingoist-minded father. Arsen started his first deployment at 16, fighting with veteran front-line units most of the time, due to his amazing innate skill with combat. Arsen does not remember the name of his nation, the name of his family, or the name of the people he fought, and fought alongside. Arsen does know that he fought many battles, and earned many scars. Arsen can remember spending long days, or even weeks, on an operating table, before going back onto the battlefield, only to visit the same surgical table after the battle had been won. Arsen never allowed himself time to rest, soldiering on like the way he was taught his whole life. An expert duelist in combat, and an even better offensive juggernaut, Arsen, however, lacked a mind for commanding and leading men into battle. Arsen remembers the last years of his life as somewhat miserable ones. His once perfected battlefield techniques had turned sloppy, but only on purpose. Arsen found himself flinging himself harder and harder at enemies, and more and more into unwinnable situations that he often managed to prevail, or managed to be saved from by doctors. Arsen tried desperately to find the end of his life on the battlefield, but his soldiering mindset, and his seemingly inability to die for long, kept him from the permanent death he so wished for. The last things Arsen remembers is a particularly grueling battle that he had seemingly won single-handedly for his country. Upon returning to base, Arsen remembers returning to the barracks, but remembers nothing else. Now in a limbo, Arsen not only seeks to pass on so that he may finally rest, but he wishes also to learn how he died so that he may reach some peace in his mind

Spirit Clarity(Upon Entry): Green