[hider=Grant Rotem - Arbiter - Feigned Dominance]
[color=0095FF][h3]  ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]Grant Rotem[/indent]
[color=0095FF][h3]  𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]17 (February 14)[/indent]
[color=0095FF][h3]  ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]5'10"[/indent]
[color=0095FF][h3]  𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]156 lbs.[/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent][img]http://i.imgur.com/mpriKUH.jpg[/img][/indent]
[center](Props to [url=http://shizzzu.deviantart.com/]shizzzu[/url] for making this fine piece of art and [@January] for letting me mooch off. :D)[/center]
[indent]Grant has a light tan complexion to come with his usually messy, black hair and green eyes. The only thing of note about his face are some now faded scratches amongst his facial features, but nothing too apparent to distract. He barely pays attention to his attire and hair, usually leaving as many buttons possible open (apart from his pants), and ties incredibly loose. Thus why when someone sees him in a usual, casual setting, he mostly wears t-shirts, usually wrinkled. He wears a tired expression in an everyday situation, even when in a good mood, but that quickly changes once something escalates. He isn't the tallest, nor the bulkiest person in the world. Heck, not even the fittest person, but enough that he can survive.[/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]If it weren't obvious before, Grant is a messy and unorganized person, not having the mindset to be clean in any way, and his power only added to that laziness. He also constantly comes off as a very tired person, slouching and having his hands stuffed in his pockets most of the time. In that sense, he's a slacker. Lazy and reluctant to do anything that he warrants "unnecessary" in his perspective. Emphasis on 'reluctant'. If he's pestered or convinced, he's likely to do that "unnecessary" activity anyways, no matter how grumpy or annoyed that makes him. He is prone to being not so proficient in making conversation, but that doesn't mean he's anti-social. Just that generally, he's a bad talker. Although he is tired and neutral with most people, while he's with any type of parental figure, he has come to lash out at them, usually becoming angry or irritated, and in some cases, just outright yelling at them with irrational outbursts of distrust and betrayal. No matter how nice, bad, or friendly they are, Grant will have nothing to do with them if possible.[/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]When they, the government, found Grant, all they saw was a teen with his hands wrapped around his arms in an alleyway, his back against the building's wall, quiet sobs coming from him. It was the dead of night, and he was obviously cold. Lights flashed on him, and in an instant, his pained face turned into one of panic. His mind told him, 'evil, run, don't let them, distrust, betrayal', and he tried to flee, he tried to struggle, even using his power against them. Garbage bags one after the other, even trash can lids were thrown at the men. He'd yell at them, cursing, saying they're horrible, saying he didn't want to go. Eventually, they finally managed to catch him after he tired out. Struggling, and hateful thoughts flowing out of his mouth, he was taken and transferred out to USARILN East.[/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent][u][i][b]Feigned Dominance[/b][/i][/u]
Through the visual telegraph that of a chain that seems to come from behind him, Grant can use the said chain in order to manipulate and alter inanimate and nonliving targets. When the chain makes contact with a valid target, which includes physical and nonliving objects or environment, he can control and manipulate the target as long as it is within his power's range. By anything physical, it literally means almost anything. From objects to even the floor at his feet, if he were to have that much energy. The range of his power is a 10m radius, and once something is out of that range, it stops Grant's control over it. He now has the use of three chains.

[hider=Upgrades So Far]
Acquired second chain!
Range increased to 10m! (Originally 5m)
Acquired third chain!
Range increased to 30m! (Previously 10m)
Significantly less exhausting to use chains![/hider][/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]Grant walked down a path. Just a simple sidewalk, and all was white around him. No people. No noise. Just pure silence. He only continued to take each step with stride in the peaceful white void, until the world around him began to shift. Move. The sidewalk under him turned to dirt, which grew grass. The ground moved, creating varying mounds of land spanning into the distance. He was amazed, staring down at the sight... Then he looked up. The sky had appeared, blue as can be, clouds materializing out of thin air. The path ahead curved up into a slope as he followed it. He climbed the rising path and when he reached the top, he saw the tranquil world that had been created, the sun peeking from the horizon. Then it ended.[/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]Grant found himself in an empty space. Just like before. Yet, everything was black around him. He looked around, confused, panicked. In the distance, he could see his parents, waving. As if they were saying goodbye. He didn't want that.
	[color=0095FF]"No!"[/color] He shouted. [color=0095FF]"Don't leave!"[/color] He pleaded, running toward them, but he was stopped. Right in front of him, his parents rose from below, but they didn't wave. They just stood there, staring down at him. [color=0095FF]"D..Don't go... please!"[/color] He'd beg. Without hesitation, his parents kneeled down and enveloped him in their caring arms. He felt satisfied like this, like his worries were drifting away... but when he turned his head up to them, their faces began to crumble, like stone or sand. Deforming. Melting. Right in front of him, and his face was frozen with horror. His parents crumbled into his arms and slid away. Then it ended.[/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]Arbiter[/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 :          [/h3][/color]
[indent]N/A[i]aaah too lazy m8[/i][/indent]
 
[color=0095FF][h3]  𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖  𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 :         [/h3][/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OUP_Z3iZPs]"[i]Yaaaaawn...[/i]"[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fw3RB7xnb80]".......Eh."[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oc3vhEo6YEE]"Guess I have to fight."[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAIniwTS9Xw]"SHUT UP! GET AWAY FROM ME! I WON'T LET YOU BETRAY ME, JUST LIKE THEY DID!"[/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmBSQb_f0hU][i]He was alone.[/i][/url]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Be650zGa30w][i]Them.[/i][/url][/indent]
 
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[center][color=6ecff6]Padma[/color][/center]
Chains. How ironic. He would laugh if he could. Instead he's trying to pull away from them. His arms held back by chains. She was there. She was right there. Do something. Go on. He can't. He couldn't. He screams. The darkness takes Her. He struggles. He loses. He's on his knees. The darkness spits It out. The knife. Her knife. Hilarious. He could just hear the laughter. Pathetic. He can't move. His lungs hurt. His throat hurts. Everyone is screaming now. It isn't funny anymore. Nothing is. His fault. All His fault. It had to end.

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[center][color=a2d9ce]Callan?[/color][/center]
[s]An endless battlefield, stretching across forever. Bodies lay all around him, the sky red. The earth soaking up the blood. They’re all here. They all knew. He tried to close his eyes. He didn’t want to look. It hurt just to look at it all. 
[color=a2d9ce]”It’s your fault.”[/color] His eyes shot open. He was frozen. [color=a2d9ce]”You didn’t do anything.”[/color] He turned his head. [color=a2d9ce]”Coward.”[/color] It ended.[/s]

A blank slate. All white around Him. An even and neutral slate. He looked around quietly, in awe. This was different. So different. [color=a2d9ce]“It’s your fault, you know.”[/color] Tense. He turned to Her once again. Not this again. The words he expected did not come. [color=a2d9ce]”But I’m no different. It’s your fault. Do something about it.”[/color] Oh. It was different. But He understood. Equal grounds. A clean slate. There are no grudges.

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[center][color=9e0039]Angel?[/color][/center]
[s]He looks around. Safety. Comfort. A brief respite. Trees, grass. Beauty. Footsteps. The grass crunches a bit. He turns. He tenses up. Why was She here? His shoulder felt a light impact. A smile was given. As quick as She was here, She stepped away. He watched Her go. Gone. Alone again. The peaceful world crumbled around him to complete darkness. Ah. Back to normal.[/s]

[s]She was there again. He was trapped in the darkness. Why was She here? He tried to move. He couldn't. He can't. She began to scream. Why was She screaming? Her of all people? It hurt. She was like them. Why? They all began to scream. She led them. He wanted it to end already. His head felt like it would burst. She was just like She said. She was a banshee.[/s]

Darkness. She’s gone. What happened?

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[center][color=B0C4DE]Brent?[/color][/center]
Light. Bright light all around. A comforting white. A nice space of air. He looked around in awe. He felt calm for once. At ease. Without trouble. Without terror. No screaming. No laughter. A light was ahead. He was unsure of what to think of it. He was unsure of where it would go.
[color=B0C4DE]"What are you waiting for?"[/color] He asked. Confusion and a glance, but He was pushed toward the light before He could see Him. [color=B0C4DE]"Go on. Show them what the Master Tactician can do."[/color] Hesitation. But He began to step forward toward the light. Then it ended.

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[center][color=f7976a]T-Tater Tot?[/color][/center]
Hey. A dog. He smiles. He kneels. He pets. It’s good. This is nice.

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[center][color=0095FF]Them[/color][/center]
They were there. They just show up sometimes. He can barely recognize who They are anymore. He didn't want to. Close his eyes, shut Them out. Can't hear Them, can't see Them. Don't trust Them, don't let Them near, They'll just throw him away again. Stay away. Run away. He should hate Them. He needs to bring himself to hate Them. Ignore Them. They're only dark figures in the past now. The close past. Hate Them. Why can't he hate Them?

Why does he need to feel so alone without Them?

Stop it. He has to wake up. Stop crying. Stop feeling.

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[center][color=f7976a]Misc.[/color][/center]
1. He's alone. It's all just darkness. Nothing to see. Relief. Then laughter. Then more. All around Him. Drowning His own voice out. Why are they laughing? It's all aimed at Him. They won't stop. It keeps going. Stop it. Why is He so alone?

2. It's the same. Dark. He waits. He hopes. They shatter. Screams. Wails. Cries. Block them out. Hands over ears. It doesn't work. It hurts. He starts to scream. Join them, and maybe He'll stop feeling so alone. They stop. They don't want to hear Him. He stops. It starts again. He screams. It stops. He hugs himself. Keep screaming. Yell them away. He cries. It hurts.

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