Hello there! This seems like fun, so I'll toss a metaphorical hat into ring that is to say a sheet.

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[b]Name:[/b] Mishra
[b]Nickname/Alias:[/b] The Clerk, Ascetic of Aesthetics
[b]Age:[/b] 22
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Allegiance:[/b] The [i]Ideal[/i] Empire
[b]Personality:[/b] Mishra is a quiet and contemplative soul, a man of action using very little words. His actions are not those of a headstrong hero but rather those of a man who would rather help in the little things; walking a lady across the street or providing a hungry child with a loaf of bread. Mishra is rather detailed oriented fellow, which shows in his trance-like attention to detail when writing among other arts or even focusing on elements in the fields of battle.
 
[b]Likes:[/b] Beauty of the mind/soul/body, Structure, Artistic Endeavors
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Ugliness of the mind/soul/body, Anarchy, Sloth
[b]Fears:[/b] The virtuous and orderly nature of the world becoming forever plunged into a chaotic cesspool of sins.
 
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Mishra was not born from the Empire but was born instead in that mysterious country to the East. And as such his story begins in that land, in particular a monastery located within that land. Mishra had heard many tales told by his elder teachers and contemporary peers about how he arrived at the monastery. While the details vary, mostly of the reputability of his parentage, all of the stories have the same point of a small baby crying at the door-steps one rainy night. Being born into the monastery life, Mishra learned the importance of order and structure, of kindness and virtue.
 
Like the other monks there Mishra learned the disciplines of faith, which built his moral foundation. From there it was expanded upon as the mind grew as he was educated in the cornerstones of reading, writing and bits of the sciences. His body would be hardened from the daily exercises. And these lessons would become very important as he was finally old enough to learn the secrets of his monastery.
It guarded the Imperial Arms known as ‘The Cosmic Calligraphy – Samhita’. The legends passed down from elder to elder stated that during a mission of enlightenment a pilgrim had encountered this tool during journeys west to spread the message of their monastery. It was there the teacher saw the scene of carnage it was found in. Yet even though there was devastation life was present as he saw a small inky dog trying to return back to the inkwell. The teacher knew that this relic had to be kept away from those who would use its power for destruction.
 
Of course that legend attracted many bandits, ruffians and the sinful beings that caused such carnage in the first place! Mishra had witnessed with his own eyes the depths people were willing to lower themselves to in an attempt for power.
 
For the longest time the monks were able to keep these marauders at bay by virtue of their martial training, both their natural ways and that of machine parts they had added onto themselves. But alas the day came when the marauders came in such a force that the monks were unable to defend their home.
 
As most of the monks were being butchered, Mishra as one of the faster runners was tasked with making sure they did not steal Samhita. And so traversing through secret passageways he made his way to the holy chamber in which The Cosmic Calligraphy was held; emptying that inkwell Mishra placed it into his own mechanical appendages and escaped the burning monastery.
 
Nothing would be left except ashes. In a way it was fortunate that the marauders were content with their indulgence of violence and plundering everything that wasn’t nailed down. It made them blind to the real treasure that alluded them.
And so Mishra began a life of a wanderer doing small deeds of good to help wherever he could. It was what his order would’ve expected of him.
 
During expeditions westward Mishra had a chance encounter with a charismatic individual of nobility who had a just and good heart. He also knew the dangers of Imperial Arms which would fill the hearts of man with greed, envy and wrath. Mishra pleaded with the noble, begging for him to accept him as part of his own so that he could fulfill what he knew the duty of his monastery was.
With that Mishra followed the man ready to help the world.
 
[b]Imperial Arms Name:[/b] The Cosmic Calligraphy – Samhita
[url=https://i.imgur.com/w0L6cr2.jpg]The Cosmic Calligraphy Samhita Inside The Former Vessel[/url]
[b]Imperial Arms Description:[/b] The Teigu known as ‘The Cosmic Calligraphy’ is in the simplest of terms a large, gloomy, mass of sticky black ink teeming with cosmic energy. It was once held in a most cherished inkwell now it resides within the backpack compartment of Mishra’s mechanical appendages.
[b]‘Kama-taṇha’ Words of Power[/b]: The ability of Kama-tanha aka the Words of Power is the simplest and easiest to access among the Cosmic Calligraphy. Using the ink of Samhita the user writes down words upon a surface and depending on the word written, the surface could explode, be slashed apart, smashed up, among other destructive examples. The effect from the word in question can happen instantaneously or can be stalled to happen a few seconds later. The length of the word/phrase in question impacts how strong the reaction will be; “CUT” for example causes a weaker reaction compared to “SLICE”. After the written effect takes place the ink vanishes and returns to fill back the inkwell.
 
 
Imperial Arms Trump Card:
[b]‘Prakamya’ The Lifeflowing Ink[/b]: On the other side of the metaphorical coin that is “The Cosmic Calligraphy – Samhita” is The Lifeflowing Ink of Prakamya. This ability is harder to access but in principle it works similar to the Words of Power. Like the Kama-tanha, Prakamya requires the ink of Samhita to write down words upon a surface to create a somewhat sentient construct that can be telepathically commanded. Once the word is written upon a surface it forms either instantaneously if the construct is rather small and takes longer to be conjured if the construct is larger. Unlike the Words of Power the effect is not determined by length but rather the intent of what is to be summoned. For example “CAT” would be larger than “RAT” and take a bit longer to form. The construct remains until it is either ordered to be dismissed or until it is destroyed in battle and as long as the construct is up and running, the ‘Samhita Inkwell’ cannot access that ink thus lowering the amount of actions that can be done with The Cosmic Calligraphy.
 
[b]Extra:[/b] Mishra’s mechanical appendages are grafted onto his person and are quite physically strong and very flexible. The fingertips of each hand has multiple slits in order to access the Cosmic Calligraphy’s inkwell and easily function as pens or transfer it to his fleshy fingertips for the same deal.
Mishra is a master of the painted arts and has superior penmanship. These skills are so honed that he could skillfully make a forgery of artwork or signatures if he so desired but ethics generally makes him shun such activities.
He is adept at grappling, both with just the use of his more natural fleshy limbs alongside using his robotic limbs.[/hider]