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[color=fff200][b][u]Name[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Arthur Donovan[/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]Age[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]25[/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]Gender[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]Relationship Status[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]Job[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Scientist/Inventor/Painter[/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]Element/Abilities[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Fire – Arthur is a Firestarter. Though he cannot manipulate fire and is still as vulnerable to it than anyone, he can make almost anything combustible burst into flames with a snap of his fingers, though the power of the blaze depends on the effort and what he’s trying to burn, exactly – pitch soaked wood will turn into an inferno with barely a thought, though something like, say, a person would take a lot of effort just to get smoldering. [/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]In-Depth Appearance[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Arthur is a tall, scrawny fellow, a side effect of working through so many meals. He often seems shorter than he is, due largely to his squirrelly behavior and general twitchiness, and his brown eyes are often distant and out of focus, like he’s looking past anyone he’s talking to. He keeps his blonde hair short and combed back and his face impeccably clean shaven, and he’s very big on personal hygiene and bathing.

In terms of clothing, Arthur has two distinct looks – one of the massive variety of identical fine outfits he wears to social functions (where is attendance is often mandatory), blue and yellow suits that are just as loud and noticeable as the man himself. When in his workshop, he dresses more like a blacksmith than a nobleman, with a variety of impeccably scrubbed aprons and rolled up tunics that he parades about in. He also has a pair of eye covers of his own invention he usually wears strapped to his head – to keep any bright lights or chemical accidents out of his eyes, as he will explain at length to anyone who asks or even seems like they might be interested.[/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]Likes[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Discovery
[*]Machines
[*]His Workshop
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[color=fff200][b][u]Dislikes[/u][/b][/color]
[list][*]Small-minded people
[*]Crowded Places
[*]Alcohol
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[color=fff200][b][u]Biggest Fear[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]More than anything else, Arthur fears being… stopped. He’s terrified that he may one day lose his touch, run out of inspired ideas and bottomless energy, reach the limit of what he can discover. He is, at his core, a futurist, and the idea of being stuck forever in the present is an awful one to him – not to mention the disappointment this would be to his reputation.[/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]Personality[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]’Eccentric’ is a word that is often used to describe one of the greatest minds of the modern age – ‘mad’ is another. Arthur is brilliant, energetic, and very, very odd, having very little sense of social propriety and thinking out loud at almost all times. He’s an obsessive neat freak who needs to have everything ‘just so’, and tends to be constantly moving or hopping from foot to foot. His pace is at all times relentless, and he’s very capable of working from dusk till dawn without a break if a project captures his attention.

Arthur is absolutely driven by the thrill of discovery and invention. He wants to know, to build, to understand everything, and believes that all mysteries exist to be solved. In defiance of his reputation as a solitary creature, Arthur loves people – he’ll tell anyone who wanders into his workshop about his latest project with childlike wonder and passion, answering questions and gesturing emphatically whenever he feels that his guest is understanding him, which is, of course, rare. It is true that he is often alone, of course, though this is mainly due to a distinct shortage of people willing to converse at such a high level (or to put up with him for an extended period of time).

As for the Destined myth, the subject absolutely fascinates him. Understanding the phenomenon is one of his recent passions; what causes it? Is it hereditary? Something to do with the humors? Does one person truly only have one person they could match with, or an abundance? Can the supernatural effect of meeting a person’s destined be measured physically? Arthur considers the festival the perfect time to answer these questions, and the fact that he himself is Destined is merely a convenience in this quest for knowledge.
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[color=fff200][b][u]Background[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Arthur was born the fourth child of the Lord and Lady Donovan, two of the most important nobles of Royal City Society. He was well-educated, but generally neglected by his parents, with the assumption that he would eventually be sent to study the religion of the realm, as was the custom for the youngest sons of nobles. It certainly didn’t help that, as the boy grew up, he experienced an enormous amount of difficulty fitting into the fashionable society of his peers, being very prone to talking the ear off of distinguished guests and bouncing up and down on nice chairs in the middle of balls.

All the while, the child was prattling about nonsense – complex machines of gears and pulleys, magnetic stones and their applications, the potential uses for a chart of the stars. He devoured scientific text after scientific text hungrily, yet was just as prone to tossing valued books of his father’s library in the rubbish, texts on ‘alchymy’ and ‘occultism’ for being ‘unscientific’. It wasn’t until he was sixteen years old, when one of his tutors looked into his private notebook, that it became apparent that the boy was not simply mad – or if he was, he was twice as brilliant.

Inside that notebook, the young man had sketched the future. Beautiful paintings, more realistic than those of the great masters, measured by geometry instead of by eye. Complex mathematical equations, architectural blueprints, maps of the human anatomy, designs for fantastic devices, self-propelled carriages, machines that belched steam and smoke, weapons, tools, and more. Arthur was a genius.

Now, his parents took note. At first they tried to hire him every tutor in the land to cultivate his scientific mind, but it soon became clear that they were learning more from him than he from them. Instead, they simply furnished him with a workshop and whatever he said he required for his work. Often, his siblings would approach and attempt to assist him, but one by one he drove them off, back to their world of music and dancing and high society.

When he was seventeen years old, he invented a new irrigation system that revolutionized the kingdom’s agriculture overnight. By the time he was nineteen, he had written texts on medicine and created works of art that were heard of across the world. When he was twenty-one, he was called for an audience with the Queen herself, who was so impressed by his work and his passion (if not his manners) that he was hired on the spot to serve as the family’s Royal Scientist. Officially, he is required to wait upon their orders and to perform whatever research or invention they deem necessary; mostly, though, they just leave him to his own devices, allowing him to live within the castle and furnishing him with all his equipment and resources, provided he credit their wisdom and benevolence in all his successes.[/indent]

[color=fff200][b][u]Extra[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Color: fff200 
Face Claim: Marco Reus[/indent]
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