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    1. MaxwellX831 10 yrs ago

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Unapologetically anarchist.
I'd rather have my privacy, thanks.
I'm assuming Arc is a bioweapon (electricity, and all that)?

Or am I misreading.
I would definitely be down for this.
Shaking his head, still trying to dredge up what memories he could, Arc followed the human female into the large room the voice had described. It was full of equipment of all kinds. Giving an appraising look over the multitude of weaponry, blades, and other feats of technology, his gaze fell on a nondescript block of metal sitting off in a corner. His eyes crackled with dim memories striving to be remembered, and he strode towards it.

As he reached it and picked it up, electric currents flowed down his arms, and the metal began to shift in his grip. Sections of it began to elongate, other parts simply seemed to melt away. The change took nearly a second, and left him holding a large rifle, electricity crackling down and around its sleek form. Arc grunted. For the first time since waking up in that metal box, he felt something other than confusion or annoyance.

Holding that rifle, he felt somewhat peaceful. Happy.
He awoke with a start, the purple, roiling plasma covering the dark metal of his sleeping form suddenly erupting into brilliant blue-white flashes. As he struggled to consciousness, he noticed green words in front of his vision. "Wake up, It is time for stage one."

He began to ponder just where he was when the message played itself again. Furiously, he began to bang at the walls of the coffin, his anger filling the space with sparks. Suddenly, the walls just seemed to fall away. He managed to keep calm, though his mind was racing. He saw other beings of all types looking as confused as he felt. Stepping away from the plate he had been left on, a voice boomed. "Down the hall and to the right is a room. It has your clothes and equipment. Dress, and Prepare."

Shrugging at the others, he began to move in that direction, while trying to process all that had happened to him leading up to that prison of a box. He found he couldn't. He could barely remember his name.

They called him Arc.

But who were they?
Name: Arc

Age: Unknown

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Description: A strange being, a mind formed of living electricity, Your body is a large amount manipulable metals, You are capable of shaping it how you please, However this means that it is also a naturally soft metal. However, being living electricity you are capable of building, thinking, and acting faster than most creatures, making you one of the most lethal snipers ever. combine that with your capability to create, and reshape your own weapons. your support in any situation is invaluable, you also require no air, nor sustenance, though you cannot survive in water for very long.

Personality: Unlike most typical people who call themselves snipers, Arc gets bored very, very quickly when forced to stand still. This is owed in part to the natural makeup and form of his body. However, when he commits to something, he does so with a passion. This war between passion and boredom has followed him all his life.

History: Arc woke up.

Powers/Skills: 1) The ability to magnetize his body 2) Able to shock those who come within a close distance 3) Very fast reflexes 4) Can survive unassisted in most environments with a few exceptions, such as in water 5) Can reshape his rifle and armor to adapt to many different situations

Personal Trinkets: A chain around his neck, seemingly made of a metallic material but resists his attempts to manipulate it.
Augmentic, Green, Far, Male
Seems cool, I'd be down. Stuff sounds right up my alley.
Nope, found the old RPGuild a long while back, then disappeared for a bit (deployed), and...now I'm back, and it's changed.
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