[@Holy Grail] [hider=Aaron James Erikson - Arbiter - Clockwork Genesis] [center][color=gold][h3] ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Aaron James Erikson[/indent] [color=gold][h3] 𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent]16[/indent] [color=gold][h3] ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 : [/h3][/color] [indent]5'9"[/indent] [color=gold][h3] 𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 : [/h3][/color] [indent]152 lbs[/indent] [color=gold][h3] 𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent][img]http://accounts-cdn.9gag.com/media/avatar/20992993_400_20.jpg[/img][/indent] [indent](Just to make note: He has an amber eye color.)[/indent] [color=gold][h3] ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Aaron is a firstly someone whose personality, like his appearance, can usually be described on first glance as "chill", with him seemingly on average taking on a more calm and relaxed approach to things in general. While this generally leads many to think he does not like to speak or could possibly be lazy on first glance, Aaron is someone who will also not hesitate to speak up or even be blunt about his opinion if he feels like it, and he believes in working hard to get better at anything he needs to do or sets his mind on doing. For him, though, one "something" he really enjoys honing his skill at is video games, a thing that due to the nature of his magic has extended to him practicing using his magic and enjoying doing such due to the nature of his magic. However, beyond this enjoyment of video games and his magic Aaron can enjoy a good book or two, and admittedly once in a while enjoys writing a poem or two (a trait gained from his mother), though he does not usually speak about this "poetic habit" at all and would be embarrassed to admit this to anyone else really. Usually he does not mind hanging/being around people or being friendly to those people he feels are worth the effort, and could be a generally good friend to those who get close enough to him who is good at listening, is a shoulder to cry on, and is able to give an honest opinion when it comes down to it. As a person he sees "no point in moping about things" and feels it is important to "forge ahead" without looking back too much at the past beyond what he feels a person needs to learn from it. With that in mind, dwelling too much on the past (whether on his part or audibly on the part of someone around him) can drive him to irritation and frustration. He can also become quickly irritated, frustrated, or possibly even angered in the presence of overly-pessimistic, "edgy", "overly focused on the past", "jerk", and otherwise "dark" individuals, whose "doom and darkness" according to him is something that just gets under his skin. He also tends to find it hard to let go of a grudge against those who harm those he feels he has a strong/close enough romantic, friendship-based, or even familial-like attachment to. In fact, he is willing to throw himself into a literal inferno or the very jaws of death if it meant saving those he cares about most, something that could perhaps honestly come to bite him in the butt or even kill him depending on how those situations go down.[/indent] [color=gold][h3] ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Aaron was born and originally lived in the Deep South, specifically in the state of Alabama in the United States. He was fortunate in that he lived a mostly calm and good live among the overall chaotic world he lived in with his family in their suburban home until things eventually changed. Finding his town caught in the midst of an attack by a large, oddly tentacle-utilizing monster that seemed right out of Lovecraftian lore, his home was destroyed and he and his mother were the only two survivors among his household of five people. Despite this happening at the ripe and young age of eleven, the boy lived with his mother in a new town until the age of fourteen, with her teaching him to "keep moving forward no matter what" and leading to him gaining his current disposition by the age of fifteen when he underwent his awakening two days before his sixteenth birthday. The next morning after that fateful night of his awakening, he arose to find a certain white mark on his face, an though his mother asserted she would not turn him over if he wanted to hide, he chose to turn himself in so his mother would not suffer the stigma of having a "subhuman" living in her home. In return, his mother promised to stay in contact with him if possible and promised that she would always still love him. Now Aaron's here, a willing volunteer to go to USARILN East along with the menageries of other students brought there for various reasons and in various different manners. To him, it is at least an interesting prospect that, if it does not kill him first, could possibly become the most interesting part of his life. [/indent] [color=gold][h3] 𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 : [/h3][/color] [color=gold][center][h2]Clockwork Genesis[/h2][/center][/color] [indent]Aaron is able to summon/generate small, clockwork creatures from thin air, and can summon anywhere up to three of these clockwork creatures at a single given time at maximum. Each of these clockwork creatures summoned can be up to the size of a large dog at most, and are summoned in "batches" ranging from one to three clockwork creatures per batch. However, each "batch" takes five minutes to summon, regardless of how many clockwork creatures he is summoning in a single given batch. These clockwork creatures, deadly and rather durable themselves, can also be summoned with one or many more "mundane" attachments on them such as guns, flamethrowers, functional flying mechanisms or wings, and things like having chainsaws for tails depending on what Aaron wills them to be summoned with. It also goes without saying that he can summon clockwork creatures of vastly varying appearance and shape, from the natural to the supernatural in terms of appearance. Yet these summoned clockwork creatures have no intelligence or autonomy, having to be individually controlled by Aaron. This control is done via special controls panels, one appearing for each clockwork creature he summons, that appear in front of him and float in the air when his clockwork creatures are fully summoned. These control panels will follow him around as he moves around, but only as long as he is making some kind of physical contact with those control panels while he is moving. These control panels each control like video games, much to his delight, and to facilitate controlling his summoned creatures at a distance and even from long distances a translucent "screen" appears in the air over each control panel (moving with each control panel they are attached to if Aaron moves) that gives Aaron a rotate-able, 3rd person perspective of each clockwork creature as he controls them. Control panels can be destroyed as well, however, which would mean the creature under that panel would also collapse and fall apart and would need to be re-summoned once more since parts of destroyed control panels and/or summoned clockwork machines cannot be "recycled" in any manner by this power. It also goes without saying that if a clockwork creature is destroyed, its accompanying control panel is also destroyed as a result.[/indent] [color=gold][h3] 𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 : [/h3][/color] [indent]"Down a hall of whirring gears and whizzing gizmos he walked, and with a glowing white figure he talked and he talked, until they both then emerged to the light of day, and the beauty of the world before him lay." He was walking down a corridor composed of a walkway on the bottom, surrounded by whirring, spinning gears, gadget, and gizmos all made of clockwork. Alongside him was a glowing white man, and though he could not tell what they were saying the two seemed to wear smiles as they conversed. Small, clockwork creatures ran to and fro between their legs, scurrying about like happy children on a sunny day. Eventually, he and his companion emerged from the end of the corridor, and before them lay a sunny, warm landscape with cities, grasslands, and a sort of peace that a world without monsters ravaging it could perhaps attain someday.[/indent] [color=gold][h3] ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent]"In the darkest day they saw my might, amongst fallen bodies they made their fight, yet hopeless all of their struggle was, before clockwork's giant, endless jaws." Before him was the scene of destroyed cityscape, gears and clockwork spires sticking up from the ground as human bodies littered the ground in various states of death and decay. The sky was dark, barely lit by faint moonlight and the booming, thundering lighting coming down from above around the entire area. As he walked forward, he walked with some mixed sense of pride and dread. For now the people knew peace, for they were no more. No more would monsters terrorize them, as they would be dealt with by the world to come. The Clockwork World. His creation.[/indent] [color=gold][h3] 𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Arbiter[/indent] [color=gold][h3] 𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 : [/h3][/color] [indent](None yet.)[/indent] [color=gold][h3] 𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖 𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 : [/h3][/color] [indent] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F90Cw4l-8NY]Gotta keep moving forward, even if the world has come to [i]this[/i][/url]. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMNLy67ihY4]Ah? You sure you want to hurt them? Do you really want to have a [i][b]bad time[/b][/i]?[/url][/indent] [/center][/hider] Accepted. [url=http://pastebin.com/fWFkgMNe]Aaron's CS Code[/url] [hr] [@January] [hider=Christmas Halvost - Arbiter - Bleeding Heart] [color=8493ca][h3] ℕ 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Christmas Halvost[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] 𝔸 𝕘 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent]18[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] ℍ 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 : [/h3][/color] [indent]157cm[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] 𝕎 𝕖 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 : [/h3][/color] [indent]52kg[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] 𝔸 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣 𝕒 𝕟 𝕔 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent][img]http://i.imgur.com/KcZZWch.jpg?1[/img] He's tiny for a guy and likes wearing casual T-shirts and shorts, contrary to what the above photo suggests. He does look like that when he's got his karategi on, though he doesn't usually include the ribbon. That picture was taken before he had a chance to take it off. The blue ribbon is persistently a part of any ensemble Christmas puts together and he rarely takes it off outside of showers, sparring, and the like.[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] ℙ 𝕖 𝕣 𝕤 𝕠 𝕟 𝕒 𝕝 𝕚 𝕥 𝕪 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Christmas is an honest person, and frankly terrified of the world at the present moment. For all that he practices karate, he sucks at it and would much rather sit quietly somewhere with his PS Vita playing some kind of visual novel or dating sim game (because he sucks at all the other genres of video games--actually, he sucks at making decisions in VNs, too, but at least the gameplay isn't demanding). He enjoys being in the company of others--but not actually socializing. Something about the atmosphere of having people interacting around him, but not actually with him calms him down a lot during periods of time when he's thinking too much about the state of the world and panicking internally. He's scared of being a subnatural. He's scared of Dreamcatcher, the Precursors, Cat's Cradle, all of it. He's especially scared of the future, where the world, as topsy-turvy as it is, could implode if someone got a power that finally broke reality or something. When he's at his worst, he'll just curl up in a corner somewhere and wrap his arms around his legs, taking deep breaths until he finally calms down. Despite the extremes of his irrational (are they really that irrational?) fears, Christmas doesn't know how to emote on the other end of the spectrum: anger. He's never been truly angry his entire life, having grown up in a family that smited angry words and thoughts from the start. No expression of anger was allowed in the household, because anger was bad and anger led to violence. Every other emotion was acceptable, but he always received apathy and negligence in return for any outbursts he had a child. So Christmas learned to stop being angry. Now he channels all of what should be anger into fear and uses the interpersonal connections of those around him as a salve for the imbalance in his expressions of emotions. If the world around him could just keep moving on, maybe he could, too.[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] ℍ 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕠 𝕣 𝕪 : [/h3][/color] [indent]He left the house himself one day. That house where the sun was supposed to always shine and lightning was never allowed to strike. If you asked him, Christmas wouldn't be able to tell you why he left. He just did. Woke up in the middle of the night one day and almost cried over something he couldn't remember, another day of being happy leaving him as anxious as he was terrified. His parents had never talked about reporting him to any authorities ever since his white mark appeared across his right temple, but they also hadn't allowed him to leave the house. So that cold August night, he left. It didn't take long to find a 24/7 liquor store and it didn't take long for the owner to call the police in. Christmas simply stood in the doorway of the store as the man gibbered fearfully over the phone, and he didn't move until the police came and hauled him away with strange cuffs. The last thing he remembered before waking up on the truck to USARILN East was smiling at the officer who tranquilized him, offering a quiet "Thank you" before losing consciousness.[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] 𝕄 𝕒 𝕘 𝕚 𝕔 : 𝔹𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥[/h3][/color] [indent]Christmas's blood heals others. It heals slowly for now and requires larger amounts for larger wounds, but so long as the person drinks it, they receive a steady regenerative effect for 15 minutes. It's not rapid for now and it takes ages to close up larger wounds (unless the person returns to Christmas and drinks even more of his blood) running off one dose of the effect alone, but dosages can be compounded for a faster effect. Just remember Christmas needs his blood to live, too, and will pass out if drained too often during battle. While under the effects of his blood's restorative properties, Christmas and whoever's used his blood are wreathed in a light, filmy veil of slightly opaque magic, like glass was melted down, stretched out and wrapped around someone's torso like a sash. Christmas's regenerative effects also heal and remove damage from less obvious causes such as poisons and particles. As a last resort, he can pour his blood on an injury to have it heal wounds, but this method is far less effective at the moment and can only manage superficial healing. Christmas's blood has no effect if not consumed directly from him. Likewise for his last resort, which has to come fresh from him for any effect.[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] 𝔻 𝕣 𝕖 𝕒 𝕞 : [/h3][/color] [indent]It was a quiet place in the middle of a crowded shopping mall--a tiny oasis of peace surrounded by the scents and sounds of a world repaired. He was happy here--truly happy here, and he was content to watch the movement of the crowd as they flowed around him without acknowledging him. A cat stepped into his little space and purred around his ankles, rubbing its lithe body against his legs for a long moment. Christmas noted that it was limping. He bit a droplet of blood into existence on his thumb and leaned down to let the cat lick it. When it was done, the leg had healed and even the cat's fur looked glossier and smoother. It meowed at him before walking back into the crowd, the tangle of feet swallowing up its form almost instantly. Christmas looked at his finger. The wound was already gone.[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] ℕ 𝕚 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕞 𝕒 𝕣 𝕖 : [/h3][/color] [indent]How they fucking screamed. His family first and their inability to see past sunshine and rainbows. How they writhed as he smeared his blood across their faces, fury and hatred wrapping itself like a vise around his hammering heart. Yes, this was the emotion they had refused to cater. Rage. It burned where he touched them, the blood like acid to their skin, and going even further--poisoning them, seeping into their nervous systems and bones, melting and breaking down the essential components of their biology. "Fuck you," he whispered to their deteriorating bodies, watching silently as they lost all semblance of human form and congealed into a mass of bubbling remains on the floor.[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] 𝔸 𝕨 𝕒 𝕜 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 : [/h3][/color] [indent]Arbiter[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] 𝔸 𝕣 𝕞 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕥 𝕤 : [/h3][/color] [indent]xxx[/indent] [color=8493ca][h3] 𝕋 𝕙 𝕖 𝕞 𝕖 𝕊 𝕠 𝕟 𝕘 𝕤 : [/h3][/color] [indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5-AQTPFJSg]Somewhere I'd Rather Be[/url][/indent] [/hider] Okay, first of all, you jaggaloon, you linked the Aberration song instead of the Arbiter song and you'd have noticed that if you paid less attention to your constipation and more attention to what you were actually typing out. Second, you used the same color as Gisk's Padma, and I should crucify you for that, but I'm just going to change the colors instead and hope you're at least intelligent enough to get the hint. Third, I'm not letting you laze out and play that "I'm here, but not really" card by having a character who's more useful as an item than a human, so shape up and get with the magic edit I made at the end. Fourth, you smell like rabies and ugly pomegranates. I'm watching you, you sack of useless procrastination. Barely accepted. [url=http://pastebin.com/c37JtRwp]Your boring-ass character here.[/url]