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星空 不朽 | Hoshizora Everlasting

Arcail

Arcail Zaldhart

"Knowledge is power. Power is victory. Victory is mine."

Name
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Arcail Zaldhart

Age
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16

Gender
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Male

Birthplace
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Alkaid Alpha-01, Ursa Majoris. (People's union)

Personality
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The first impressions people may get of Arcail is that he is very reserved, withdrawn and quiet. Though upon making eye-contact with him, most will feel unsettled as if something is really wrong with him. His gaze is cold but also filled with contempt. His voice is soft and somewhat smooth, but it has a chilling and creepy attribute to it.

The way which he speaks, whilst usually very formal and spoken as if it came from someone far older. Like in a dark poetic or dramatic way. While he may lack the outwards charisma and inspiring voice to rally people, he knows which words to pick in order to achieve the best results. Using his intellect and knowledge to make people do what he wants them to do, without having to actually convince them.

Usually meaning he presents them with a scenario or draw up a picture before them, usually a very dark or grim one and then wait for them to act on it or not. When it comes to actual fighting, he prefers to let others fight for him or at least weaken up whomever ends up being his opponent. Rather than going in himself. He tries to stack all things in his favor if possible, if he has to scheme and play dirty so be it.

Though when he actually does get into a fight, he fights very ruthlessly. Taunting and playing on other peoples emotions while using destructive blasts of energy to toy with whomever is on the receiving end.

Background
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Arcail was born to a pair of merchants whom travelled around alot, leaving him either alone at their home or going with them to see more of the World. He thus did not have enough time to get to know others outside of his family, what he learnt of other people were mainly from what he read and what he saw. Was it following the news or listening to his parents talking with customers. His parents were not very strict nor were they too soft, they were in love with their craft however and making profit.

Leaving Arcail often with a bundle of money of his own to spend as he desired, it did feel earnt for him as he did aid in arranging things in their trading depot and stepping in when one needed a break. He wasn't left there for long though because his charisma was not very impressive, even if he was polite and spoke with much wisdom and intelligence. He just wasn't the face needed to cause customers to step up and buy things. For the Money he obtained during his upbringing he bought things where he could read into matters regarding the world. Psychology, philosophy and history was what he enjoyed the most. Especially the tales of heroes and villains in the books were intriguing to him, to some degree he could sympathize with a few villainous types who had the overall good end in mind, while the means to bring it about wasn't as good.

Statistics
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STR - ▰▱▱▱▱
DEX - ▰▰▰▰▰
CON - ▰▰▰▰▱
INT - ▰▰▰▰▰
WIS - ▰▰▰▰▱
CHA - ▰▱▱▱▱

M.A.I.D
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An earring attached to his left ear. His power manifests as eight orbs of red energy which hover around him when he activates the M.A.I.D, he may shoot laser like beams from them or just send the orbs to home in on his opponent like magic missiles. He may also cause them to spin around his body quickly to create like a ring of energy, or gather them together to create an energy shield around him. The earring itself he keeps on his person at all times and would he have to take on a helmet, it would not get into the way much. Unlike others whose M.A.I.D's cause physical hinderances or occupy their hands. Not like Arcail would use his hands for anything combat oriented anyways, but matters concerning fighting is not everything. He aqquired the M.A.I.D on a trip with his parents to a nearby planet in the Ursa Majoris, specifically planet Alioth-01. It was found by him on a junkyard where a regular customer of his parents were buying things off from them, he doubted someone would just throw a M.A.I.D away knowing what it was. Meaning someone must have taken it off and lost it, unless it was stolen and then misplaced.

Miscellaneous
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He has a very fine uniform and polished shoes.

Fate/Factitious Paradigm

I wish to make a servant assassin for this. So can I claim that? :p

星空 不朽 | Hoshizora Everlasting

I am interested. I'll see about making a character sheet.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

"You insolent old wench!" He watched as the woman had sent some chains going after him. I am the damn puppeteer running this show, don't take me lightly you damn spectator!

He flung himself up on the roof and then shot strings to grab unto the incoming chains that were aimed at him, using his strings he would twist and bend them to cause the chains to miss him. Instead causing them to crash into the building itself. Galbrek then ran across the roof and shoot his strings to another roof and kept running, throwing glances over his shoulder to make sure none was following him.

Someone is going to die for this.

In the car with the crossdresser...

Celine sat in silence as she listened to Celestine. This person surely talks alot, more than anyone she had ever met. An ally to -him-. While he doesn't seem to be fond of my creator, he does seem full of himself. Then the person had removed the mask, the face was not horrid nor was it decorated with the same smirk as her creator.

This guy wants me to switch sides to join him, but he is surely about as bad as lord Galbrek. The same arrogance. The same kind of words as far as she could tell. Right now however, it came at a good opportunity. She could play on both sides and whomever come out the winner in the end she could join.

Then the thought came to her. What if there was no winner? "If" is good. Just as she had begun to ponder on that the person told her to take a particular note which he handed over. A number for a phone. With it she could call for reinforcements?

It was a useful weapon to have. Would things go either way. Would her master try dispose of her she could call him for aid, and in the same sense she could use this knowledge and note as proof to her master would that choice seem a better one.

Celine looked to Celestine. "I will keep that in mind." She said in a reserved and somewhat prideful manner. She felt like she had to do her best to display strength, despite knowing fully well her powers had left her and she now only had one arm left to fight with. Then came the memory of Bertrand during their earliest days, when they had sparred and tested fighting each other.

"You only need legs and good boots to kick ass!" Was what he had said. Celine had a slight upturn form at the corner of her mouth. "Thank you."

Outside the hideout Charlie

"Tch... fucking mental bitch. Now I have to go get some dental treatment..." Galbrek grabbed and felt his cheek and poked the hole in the back of his mouth where one of his teeth had been before. He had lost one of his chewing type of teeth. The half-demon had kept running and moving from roof to roof, to try loose any potential pursuers. But now he had arrived to the hideout, he threw some narrowed eyed glances around before approaching the old wooden door and opening it with a key he carried in his pocket.

He slipped inside and looked around at the first room which was more like a cover for what was deeper into the building. He marsched into the room where two of his remaining dolls were waiting. Adam and Darla.

"Master Galbrek! What has happ-" Adam was the first to speak up while both he and Darla turned to look at their master, bruised and having a trail of blood along the corner of his mouth.

"What does it fucking look like?!" Galbrek raised his hand and backhanded Adam across the face, causing the tall doll to stumble back and against a wall. He didn't retaliate but he was surprised and knew that this was a good time to shut up.

Galbrek breathed heavily and then reached for an unopened wine bottle on the table. He didn't care about the legal drinking limit, he was a demon. They were chaotic in nature, ofcourse he would break laws where it suited him. He took a swig from the bottle and then spit the contents into an mug. He wanted to wash away the taste of blood in his mouth, it was something new to him. Something he didn't want to ever feel again. It was so humiliating.

To think a bunch of half-witted mortals wounded me like this. He tightened his hand into a fist and set his narrowed eyes on Darla.

"Darla!" Galbrek yelled out and stepped closer to the shorter doll who flinched and widened her eyes in shock and fear.

"Y-yes! Master Ga-" Darla was interupted before she could speak her full sentence, her master was impatient and angry. The half-demon took a few deep breaths and tried to collect himself. "Darla." He said sternly before continuing, now starting to speak very calmly but still with obvious anger in his voice.

"How come you three failed to do what I asked? How could it happen? What were the names of those involved? Answer me this..." He set his demonic eyes on the short doll who was trembling and her lips shaking, trying to speak back.

"T-th- there were others! They s-saw us!" Darla answered in a panicked way, fidgeting with her remaining hand at her shirt.

"Who saw you? Answer me!" Galbrek yelled out and took a step closer to eye her down.

"Some girl... that boy William... uhm.. the boy who protect him and Wolf. His name was Wolf! T-that's what s-she s-s-s-said..." Darla looked to Adam for a moment and then back to her creator.

Galbrek stepped back and adjusted his posture, placing one of his hands at his waist and the other under his chin. "Wolf? I will find out just who that is and make sure he will never meddle in my affairs ever again." The half-demon spoke out loud, both of his dolls following his movements within the room.

"M-master.. I..I tried to do it. We really tried to... you have to believe me. P-please forgive us master Galbrek!" Darla said in a loud but now confident tone. Galbrek raised an eyebrow in reply and walked up to Darla, lifting one hand under her chin to look into her eyes. "Yes... I believe you, Darla."

Darla's face began to lighten up. "Oh.. master.. I..." She began to think heavily on her next words, but her master continued to talk which snapped her out of it.

"You wanted to be set free didn't you? And with that arm you really are of no use to me anymore. So I am just going to go ahead and grant you your wish. I am a merciful god after all. Be sure to thank William and his friends for this gift."
The half-demon raised his both hands and then shot out ten strings which wrapped their way around Darla's body, pressing her up towards the ceiling but not quite touching it.

The short doll squeaked and tried to resist the strings which carried her up into the air. "M-master- why?! I-I don't want to die! P-please- I-" Her voice was cut off as the strings began to restrict around her, pressing her body tighter and tighter. Some crackling sounds could be heard coming from her as she tried to wriggle free.

"You failed me Darla. I also have no use for a broken toy. But you are not even a toy... you are trash. So I am going free you from your miserable existance right now."

"Noooo! Stop! H-help! Help me... Bertrand! Adam! Cel-" Darla's torso and waist began to give in to the strings which pressed forcefully against her, loud crackling noises could be heard and then her legs and arms shattered. Followed by her waist and chest. The strings which held her up fell down to the floor along the claylike rubble which was once her body, her clothes all dusty and torn amidst it.

Her head landed just before the pile, cracked and with an expression of sadness on it. Her mouth opened to say something very low. "M-my.. dream..." Before her voice was fully silenced, as her master's boot came crashing down on her head, smashing it into pieces. Galbrek began to move over to a mat near the fireplace where he began to wipe his boots from the claylike dust which had attached to it. "Oh pity. These pair of boots are ruined after tonight's event." He gave a disapproving look to them and then to Adam.

Adam had remained silent by the wall, something about seeing Darla ending up the way she did didn't sit right with him. Despite his harsh words to Darla. But she had failed their master, it was an expected punishment. One that he would do all in his power to avoid. He straightened his back. He could have tried to save her, but it would not have worked. His loyalty was to his master, no matter how much Darla may have cried for his help. No matter how much anyone would have cried. His allegiance was set in stone.

"Master Galbrek, what is your command?" Adam said after watching Galbrek for a moment, the latter then began to step up really close to him.

"Oh Adam... the others have failed me. But you are the only one who have not disappointed me. That's why I am going to give you more power, and two new allies. Stay here for now." Galbrek pressed his hand against Adam's chest and began to pour more dark energy into him, giving him 50% energy. Half the power output of a student of St.Lucifer's or St.Laurels. While a leap away from being devastating, his power output had now doubled.

"Master? I will not disappoint you." He replied to his master who at this point had begun to hug him and press his head against his chest. "I will make some new toys and tomorrow we shall try again. Tell me, do I still look as beautiful as I did last morning?" Galbrek let go and moved abit away from Adam, spinning on his boots in a dancing whirl to display his now dusty, and bloodied coat alongside his bruises.

"You haven't changed abit. Lord Galbrek. None among the gods have a grace comparable to yours." Adam replied, his expression was serious and firm. Not that Adam had ever seen any gods for that matter.

"I will rip them all to pieces... every last one of those who interfere with my plans for that girl. St.Lucifer's or St.Laurel's. It doesn't matter at all about any of those. If I can awaken some ancient evils there will be a new world order where I shall sit on the top of the food chain..."

Galbrek began to laugh uncontrollably spreading his arms wide as he looked up at a large painting depicting Rhea. His doll stood silent in the background, pondering just what he would have to walk through to serve his master.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

The car had been flung towards Vernon, but he had managed to dodge out of the way. The half-demon himself grit his teeth together and was ready to attack Vernon against when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Who dared to lay a hand on his noble body. He spun around and shot out his wires towards what came towards him, a gauntlet belonging to the woman he had earlier called an old crone. It was she, the one who owned the car he had flung at Vernon. She also was angry.

Galbrek's wires had tried to stop her punch but she was too powerful, they only managed to slow the punch and impact down abit. The punch connected and caused Galbrek to stumble backwards, a bruise of his cheek and a small trail of blood from his mouth, he coughed and spit out a tooth. The rage boiling over in him, but he knew now that he had to retreat. "You bitch! You'll pay for this!"

The young half-demon raised his right hand and pointed his fingers fast at the woman, aiming the wires towards her eyes with the intention to inflict injury to her vision. Galbrek did not care would he make her blind, she was getting in his way. People who got in his way were worth nothing to him, he had to get out of there now however. The battle could not be won, but he would win the war. Of that he had no doubt.

Using his left hand almost at the same time he had used his right to attack the woman, he had shot wires up towards a nearby building. Pulling himself up towards the rooftop. He was making a run for it after giving his enemies a hateful glare.

I'm going to make all those bastards pay! No one messes with Lord Galbrek and gets away with it! Everything they have, everything they own, everyone they know... will belong to me.

Meanwhile Celine sat in the car with Celestine.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and spoke in a serious tone of voice. "If your creator. Your god is a cruel master. Would you do his bidding or face his wrath, knowing you have not enough power to stop him from turning you into junk?" Celine gave Celestine a questioning look, but with the same serious and no-nonsense look on her face.

At hideout Charlie.

Adam walked into the building after having carefully looked at his surroundings, he set his Eyes on the decoration which depicted his master. "Master Galbrek..." Adam stopped and looked at a large portrait of his master.

"The girl Andras. Her existance is leading you into harms way. If this keeps up I will have to disobey your command. I'll kill her with my own hands." Adam tightened his hands into fists Before turning around to walk further into the building where he met up with Darla.

"Darla? What happened to you? At this rate..." Adam began to speak out to the smaller sized doll sitting in front of a unlit fireplace.

"Adam! You are safe! Thank goodness! I-I..." She averted her eyes from Adam and looked down to the stump which was all that remained of her arm. "I.. am okay. Bertrand... he.. he... is gone." Darla said and tried to wipe her face with the arm which was now missing and instead lifted her remaining one to do it instead. "W-what should w-we do now? I am scared. I don't wanna die!" Darla raised out her hand towards Adam who in turn began to look away from Darla.

"Don't pity yourself, Darla. Don't dwell on Bertrand. He fell trying to fullfill master Galbrek's dream. Compared to our master's vision and dream, your selfish desires mean nothing at all. You even failed in capturing the girl. You failed Lord Galbrek!" Adam spoke in a very loud and serious manner, as a father would reprimand a child. Darla had begun to weep at this and held her remaining hand in front of her eyes.

"If you cannot play the role you were made for, why should you still be here, Darla?" Adam said in a cold tone.

"I...I just want to live! I want to be human... I-I want to go to school, eat lunch and all t-those other things! M-master Galbrek said he would-" Darla stuttered as she tried to provide a reply to the much taller doll.

"Master Galbrek have no use for a self-serving piece of junk. I will never fail my lord like you others have. I am certain our master in his grace will forgive you Darla. Forgive you for failing him when he needed you."

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman RP

I am working on my character, just bear with me for abit longer. Just letting you know I haven't quit or lost interest.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman RP

I am highly interested in this. I,ve see about submitting a character tomorrow as early as I can.

Fate/WarGames (A Fate/RP)

Well, have fun. I'll probably will watch and see how this one goes.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

Celine had her sights on William, but that left her vulnerable as she didn't take into consideration of the others present. The one who had flung ice towards her earlier had done something. A freezing cry, but it was more like a loud screech which was spine chilling. Would Celine have had a spine to begin with.

Her feet became hard to control, she couldn't keep balance and fell forwards. Faceplanting into the ground. She could be heard muttering something, using her remaining arm to try look up and raise her body up abit.

If only she were stronger. Strong enough to defeat these people, strong enough to resist and break free from her creator's grip. But she was not. There was ice on her feet making her get up on her feet a troublesome task, especially only with one arm to push the rest of her body up. A sense on panic, a sense of dread. Is this how she was going to end?

Don't give me that crap! I am not going to die... not in a place like this!

She finally managed to get up on her feet, there had been some further fighting around her. Her assailant had been flung out of the place, in the direction of her creator. But he had ordered her to get inside. Perhaps if her master would be no more then she could be free? It was a dark thought. But her desire for freedom was great. She knew what she had to do. Whomever that masked person was, perhaps she or he would be able to somehow assist her?

Right now she had to live. Even if it meant creating more trouble for later, her choices were limited. She ran over to Celestine. "Let's go now!" She gave Celestine a piercing stare, it was not very humanlike. She had the least humanlike eyes of all the dolls made by her creator. Celine tried to get into the car. She had only been in a car a few times, she knew the most important part however. Seatbelt. Better safe than sorry.

Galbrek on the other hand were in a troublesome situation yet again. He had the girl whom he had desired to kidnap, even if he would never admit to using a word like that. The interference of the driver of the car irked him, she had manifested or summoned those floating swords who were all over the place.

Against things like that, projectiles overall Galbrek did not have a very good way of dealing with. Especially not so many of them.

Mrs. Ascot? Sounds familiar. But it is of no concern. I have what I need, now it is time to go.

His thoughts were cut off by the woman in the car who had no intention of letting Andras go with him. Not to mention refering to him as a mere boy. He was a man. A young and powerful man. Alexander? Whose that? Another person to use as a toy later perhaps.

"You wouldn't force a girl against her will would you? That's very much illegal, you old crone." Galbrek replied to the woman in the car before looking to Andras, whispering to her as he began to use his hypnotic gaze on her yet again.

"Use any means necessary to allow us to escape from these troublemakers who would try to harm you..." The half-demon grinned but stopped as he heard a yell of some kind. It was the same boy who had paralyzed him earlier, and the sight of him caused Galbrek to grind his teeth against oneanother.

That bastard... useless puppets who are good for nothing. He couldn't tell if Celine was still 'alive' or not. As she had already been drained of her energy and it had returned to Galbrek himself. The half-demon considered his options, but the woman and the boy were getting in his way. And dropping his name like that, might trigger some response from the woman. He recalled what Vernon had sung to his ear earlier. 'Wanna build a snowman?' Some payback was due.

"Wanna be a flatman? I happen to know just what you need to straighten your spine out. This will drive you into another perspective. Insolent cur." Galbrek stretched out both his hands, sending his marionette wires to grab hold of Gilgamesha's car and then he flung it towards Vernon, having the car tumble around along the way, like a rolling wave of crashing metal. How could she use those swords of hers if her head was all dizzy and tumbled around. Better yet. How could that snowman pose a threat to him if he was flattened or left with the choice of helping the woman in the car or rescuing Andras from his infernal grasp.

This was truly demonic providence, with all the dark gods cheering for his victory. Of this he was certain.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek

They had gotten close to their destination, Adam had been forced to run faster than his body had been made for and it was wearing on him. Galbrek slapped him over the back of his head and told him to stop on the pair spotting Celine straight ahead.

"Get down! Let me down!" Galbrek commanded and Adam knelt down to let his master off his shoulders. Galbrek adjusted his attire and stroked his hair back abit before Celine came up to him, holding unto her removed arm. "What has happened?" Galbrek said in a tone which both the dolls recognized as him being disappointed and irritated.

"Master.. we tried to get the girl. But people interfered, more than we could handle. Bertrand is.. gone. Darla retreated to outpost Charlie I think."

Galbrek turned to Celine's missing arm. "How many?" The half-demon asked, not showing the doll any care for her wounded state. "The target, the two boys who troubled you master and two others. A boy and a girl. There is also a masked person with a car... an ally, my lord?"

"Masked person in a car hm? Means we can take the opportunity to get around them. Adam, go to outpost Charlie and prepare for my arrival. Would I not appear before the next morning, you will find me. Do I make myself clear?" Galbrek stroked the ruffles on his shirt as he circled around the area where his brand new toy were located within. Or so he believed.

Adam looked troubled but he obeyed. "Yes... Master." The doll began to run along the street on the way towards the destination his master had ordered him to move to. Though he was worried. What if his master would fail? What would happen then? Galbrek and Celine made their way around the tournament area, approaching the back entrance of the place.

"Throw that useless arm away. It will do you no use!" Galbrek slapped the arm which Celine held unto, sending it to the ground below. She watched as her cut off arm fell to the ground below. How dared he treat them like junk. She felt angry. She wanted to hit him right there. But if she did he would choke the very lifeforce out of her. She regained her posture and nodded.

"Yes... yes master" Celine answered in a resigned manner before her eyes set on something nearby. A yellow car with some odd blades floating around it in the shape of a ring. It didn't make much sense to Celine, but she afterwards had her eyes set on the people inside the car. A woman and... the girl... Andras? She was in that car!

"Now we are going to go in there and-" Galbrek was mercilessly interupted by his perceptive doll. "Master. The target is-" She could not finish her sentence before Galbrek snapped at her. "Don't you interupt me you insolent- Ahh! What have we over here..." Galbrek said with his spirit lightened by quite the bit and he rubbed his gloved hands together as a smirk formed on his lips.

"It's the girl. Andras. Master..." Celine said in case her master was unable to tell who it was.

"I can see that! I am not blind... you have been forgiven for your inability of capturing her. Now you are going to get inside of the tournament area and aid that masked person with the car. But under no circumstances tell him anything. Am I clear? Ofcourse I am." Galbrek waved Celine away in a dismissive motion. "Do what I command and I may restore you and more. You want to be set free don't you?" Galbrek said in a questioning manner, but he didn't care to hear her answer but made his way towards the yellow car. He casually approached the car, keeping his eyes on the floating swords until he got up really close where he looked into one of the windows, activating his hypnotic gaze.

"Hello there my friend, I've been looking for you. Dear William told me to get you home. Don't worry, the others will be here soon." Galbrek said as he tried to get eye-contact with Andras, then turning his sight to Gilgamesha for a moment to offer her his most charming smile. "Thank William for me will you?" He offered her a soft bowing motion as he waited to see if Andras could resist his hypnotic gaze. To think that pestersome boy would ultimately end up aiding me in my plans. Heh heh heh... there is justice after all. The allmighty dark gods have sent their unholy blessing to their most favored child!

The idea of sneaking off with the girl while that William likely thinking he had saved her filled Galbrek with so much dark joy it was almost causing his charade to be seen through. Now there was just a matter of time before he could begin the second part of the plan. Where Clara would play a big role. Or rather her grimoire.

As Galbrek had advanced on the yellow car, Celine had walked into the tournament area again and she knew that her odds were even worse than before. But she had a clear order, to aid that masked person with the car. She made her way forth quickly and set her eyes on Wolf and William. Wolf had caused Bertrand to push his power to the limit, while William had harmed Darla. She decided to go for who she assumed were the weaker of the two. William.

Celine ran forwards and tried to slam her fist into William's stomach. She only had one arm left to work with. The energy which her master had bestowed to her had long since faded. She had to incapasitate him quickl and then get near the masked person.