Due to personal reasons both RL and otherwise, and with Letter's Permission, I shall be temporarily skipping the CS process.
To be clear, this does NOT mean exempt from doing CSes nor that I'm not going to do them. It's more like I'm asking the GM for a Loan and paying him back with excellent CSes later on. I WILL do, complete, and post my CSes just as everyone else has, it's simply that right now I can't make them in time, and do not wish to stall the IC getting started on my account.
Tyler blinked twice then tilted his head as he heard the boy's first response to what he says, not expecting such a...vague and unexpected answer from the boy. Hadn't thought much about what? About whether or not he's a student from Evergreen? Was it even as an answer to him at all, or could he have just thought aloud whatever he had on his mind at the moment before Tyler came over?
The boy then introduced himself as Alistair Parton. ...Alistair...Parton, Where has he heard that name before? As he looked away from Alistair and into the distance, he starts to remember...
"Alistair...? ...OH! You're that student from Dr. Brower's Lower-sixth Philosophy class? I'm in his upper-sixth Philosophy; he talks about you to us during some of his lectures. I think he's impressed with you; he sometimes even asks us the questions he hears from you. I've always overheard some students talking about you, wondering what kind of person you were to ask the questions you have. ...In a way, you're kind of a myth to us." Tyler said, a friendly smile trying desperately to inject itself with energy as he looked at the boy, though with a contemplative stare that looked beyond.
It may seem like an over-exaggeration, and in one way of perspective, it kind of was. But it was true that Alistair's questions were being asked by a curious teacher, one of those things that's to be expected in a realm like philosophy. True, for most of them, himself included, it was essentially treading old grounds they've already talked about a year before.
To Tyler however, Philosophy is like medical studies in a way: You can never truly finish with it, you can never study all the philosophies in school and expect to know all there is to know. It's ever-changing, ever growing and evolving as civilization and society changes over time, and one has to always study and understand it in any occupation that requires it, and is never really done doing so. In both cases, you are always a student even when you are a master; you never stop learning. The only difference is that Philosophy doesn't just encourage, but outright requires a personal touch to it, and only by going through individual philosophies of others can you define and make your own. As long as there is a different perspective on something, there is always something to talk about and learn. That's what Tyler always liked about it, there's always something to keep his mind occupied, to keep it busy...too focused to focus...
He immediately snapped out of his mini-trance and shook his head to get it back to reality the moment Alistair began to speak, this time about what happened between him and Mik.
As he listened to him, Tyler noticed his weak smile, and the brief pause in his speech, immediately taking notice. The way he interrupted interrupted his own train of thought told Tyler that he wasn't talking about what happened with Mik anymore. Maybe what happened with Mik was the context, but there was a different subtext to what he said, or at least that's what it felt like. What that is, Tyler can't say, not knowing much of anything about Alistair. But it does seem like this isn't the first time this kind of thing has happened, and Al may not expect it to be the last.
At "carry on", Tyler nodded with a weak smile of his own.
"...I see. That's good to hear. Though, I'm sorry to say that he probably...did intend on violence towards you, at least at first. When Mik gets angry these days, when he's in a terrible mood, he tends to act out on others. Those he trusts he keeps his fists away from, but strangers like yourself tend to...well...it's unusual for him to hold his punch from one. There was a time where he wouldn't even hurt a fly, let alone another person, but then..." Tyler interrupted himself with a thought that came to mind...He never did see Mik ever since he ran off...rather than continuing with telling a story Mik probably didn't want him to tell a stranger towards - best he does it himself like he always does - maybe someone else saw him by now. It was a long shot but it was worth it to help ease his own worries.
"Oh, that reminds me, ...Have you seen Mik since this morning?" Tyler asked Al.
Black smoke above his head, with cracks of sky; not blue, but red. Beneath his feet: the scorched earth Plagued by the fiery dead.
Atop ruined scrapers of the sky, He could hear the screams as people die. Not of they, but of mullet barrels as legions of bullets pass him by.
Behind him amassed a faceless corps, Their bullet-ridden bodies piling upon the faceless floor Gave way the path to their faceless batallion; A familiar face lurking at their core.
He turned again to his front, An army of faces on the hunt. The Faces battled the faceless, as his own face took the brunt.
He looked down to his feet of clay, His hands of stone burning and decayed, Artillery thunder heard in the distance, and he aims it at the fray.
Then he heard the voice of Nate, Then he heard the cries of Kate, Then he heard screams of his own, And screamed himself with all his hate.
Never again, and again he meets his fate.
Evergreen Accomodations, Tuesday Morning
His whole body made a jolt, as if it was shocked with electricity as his eyes shot open and his shirtless upper body bent upwards, gasping for breath in a cold sweat. It took the dirt-silver haired boy about five seconds before he realized what happened.
It was a dream...
It was that dream...
He took a deep breath and sigh that the worst was over now. ...How long has it been since that dream haunted his nightmares still? After a while one would think they'd be used to it, but Tyler envies the insomniacs; unhealthy as it is. If not for the fact that his body and mind are always in need of slumber, he'd drink cups of coffee every night. The very thought of closing his eyes and then being forced out of mind - or pulled too far inwards, depending on how you look at it - and into a realm beyond your understanding or control is terrifying enough as it is. But when that dream is the same nightmare over and over again, those same sights and sounds that plague his mind ad eternum, it's enough to consider forcing insomnia upon himself anyways, health be damned.
With another deep breath, and wiping the sweat from his face, he took a look at the time.
It was early, too early, the clock didn't even make the alarm yet. Part of him wanted to drop back down and get some more rest, but the last thing he wants is the possibility to go back to that dream again. Deciding it was best to just stay up, he rubbed the sand from his eye and got off his bed - wearing a dark-green pair of shorts - giving himself a good stretch before looking outside his window. His room was a small one-bed suite with, for the most part, no decorations or anything particularly unique to his room, save only an framed picture on the counter beneath a flat-screen TV.
The picture itself was a happy memory of smiling faces when he was a kid, that of a small him wearing a green camo cargo jacket over a white shirt, unbuttoned to show said shirt, having both his brother and sister, both identical twins by the looks of their faces - the boy with short brown hair, a black T-shirt and brown-jeans and giving off an energetic grin to his right and the girl with medium-length, a rose-colored dress and wearing a lighter and softer smile to his left - wrapped by the neck around his arms and giving off a large grin and a wink of his left eye. Behind them were his parents - a lady in her late-thirties with a modest build and fair Caucasian skin, dressed in a nurse's outfit with brown haired wrapped in a bun under a nurse's cap, and eyes of emeralds as radiant as her smile, and a man looking around the same age as the woman with a moderate muscular build, short black hair and blue-eyes, a commando-green beret in his hands as he gives a restrained smile of his own - and his uncle, relatively older than his father by a few years, his face starting to show early signs of age and having a larger build than him with hazel eyes and a large bushy black mustache nearly covering his mouth completely and hiding a less-subdued smile, the same commando-green beret on his head hiding a sleeked head of medium-length black hair. Both his father and his uncle were wearing a decorative green military uniform, both with some medals attached to the lapel - and his uncle having a number more than his father. This was a photo taken from one of his parents anniversaries, not that he remembers which one. It should be noted that the glass case has a crack near the bottom of the frame, likely due to accidentally dropping it while moving into this room.
He'd have a perfect view of the London sunrise, from his room if not for the tall buildings. However, based on the darkened colors of the current sky, it was still VERY early in the morning. With that in mind, he grabbed a bottle of iced coffee - he could have kept it in the lounge fridge, but... people have a habit of taking whatever he puts in there, and besides that, it's far easier to have it near his bed to just wake up, crack open and drink - and drink it he did. He immediately went to take a shower afterwards, needing to prepare for another day of school while washing the cold sweat off him. It was also a good time to wash away the thoughts of his dream, putting his focus entirely on what he was studying last night for his psychology class, and recalling what still needed to be done for his Philosophy class.
By the time he got back out, rays of golden light from the morning sun was shining through the window, as a part of the sun has risen enough to break through the London buildings and give light to his room; must have been in there for quite a while. As he got dressed up in his what he chooses as his uniform, his grey pants, sky-blue T-shirt over a white dress shirt and complete with a yellow tie, a towel still on his silver hair, he walked over to the window to take a good look at the courtyard and academy.
...Only to come across a peculiar sight happening just below him. It seems a lot of students were gathered around a single tree in the courtyard. Why? Well, upon close inspection it seemed there was a kid who climbed atop it and won't get down...Wait, he recognizes him by his signature.
"...Hat?" The boy thought. Yes, it was indeed the new kid Hakoda on top the tree, or "Hat" as Tyler simply calls him, he seems to have a similar Japanese nickname, and is never seen without that hat on his head, therefore "Hat"'s as good a name to call him as any. Still, what was he doing up there? More importantly, ...Why was everyone stopping what they were doing to just stare at the hatted boy? Sure, a boy up on a tree is unorthodox at best, but with a small crowd this particularly interested in a boy on a tree, one would assume a car crashed into it, or that the Hatted one shot a gun in the air or something. Was this really worth the attention it was getting?
Even more bizarre, some of those faces he could see were very familiar ones. There was the bookworm Laurence who was sitting by the very same tree, reading his book as if nothing's happening. There was Merja and her college friend Ava, and as if by clockwork, eventually that scary guy, Alex, showed up and...seemed to be talking, no, more like arguing with Hat, ...and getting more and more frustrated at him by the second. Just when things weren't odd enough, in comes a face Tyler recognized as essentially the "Golden Boy of St. Paul and Evergreen", Philip Leonhart. What in the world was he doing around here? The courtyard connected Evergreen and St. Paul, so at first glance, it didn't seem like that big of a deal. But it looked like Phillip came from the direction of Evergreen, the school he already graduated from. He also noticed students like Alistair who just looked at the situation and decided to walk away... the normal response to something like this.
Needless to say, this sparked Tyler's curiosity, and looking at the time on his alarm, it was just about time to head out to class anyways. So he placed his materials in his bag and walked out of the room. By the time he got outside though, it seems the whole scenario resolved itself and everyone was heading to their classes. At first Tyler was somewhat shocked, his eyebrows raised as he blinked a couple of times, before he gave a smile and a quick chuckle to himself.
"Story of my life..." He thought. Without a word, he walked towards Evergreen, ready to begin his day like any other.
Evergreen Library, Thursday Afternoon
Tuesday and Wednesday were essentially normal, not much happening outside the norm. The rest of Tuesday nothing spectacular happened, and on Wednesday a few bullies decided it was a good day to start messing with him again, most likely because they had nothing better to do. Still, he steeled himself and as usual let them have it on him until being helped up by a certain someone.
Still somewhat bruised from yesterday's scuffle, he decided to use today to study up for Psychology and Philosophy classes, since the mid-terms seemed just around the corner. Not wanting to bother anyone else nor be bothered by anyone else, Tyler walked up to the second floor of the Library - an area not normally used for studying compared to the first floor - to do his work.
Little did he know that despite his effort to go away from distractions, another big distraction was happening just below, as he heard a familiar voice coming from the first floor...a voice and its lack of subtlety he recognized anywhere... It'd be fine, he'd have consider it another normal case of him doing his usual "search-and-retrieve" mission across the campus, if not for the mention of a "Finn Girl".
"Oh no..."
Tyler got up from his chair and walked towards the balcony of the second floor, and looking down at the others. Much to his dismay, it was exactly as he thought: Mikhail Chekov - or "Mik" as Tyler knows him by - was trying to talk Merja into helping him on his mission. Tyler knew all too well what Mik was trying to have people do for him, and also knew what his true intentions were for the antidote and poison he was talking about. This was nothing new; he's been at this ever since the school year started, and never had much luck with it, which was to be expected considering just how much Mik was asking for.
What was particularly embarrassing in this case however... was that Tyler couldn't help but wonder if him heading for Merja was his fault. For just yesterday, Mik was the one who helped essentially swat away the bullies that were harming him, and he, as usual, was asking Tyler afterwards if he had someone in mind who could help him out. It was Tyler who pointed Merja out to him, but that was only to help him find better help among those she knows, since she had an entire study group for A-level Biology, and certainly would know friends in Chemistry. He didn't think Mik would actually have her be the one to help out. He must be getting either really desperate, really impatient, or both. He even went so far as to explain to her his life story and provide "proof" for his efforts.
"Oh no, not the Tabloid again..."
Yes, Mik's story was very far-fetched, like something out of a spy thriller, and Tyler understands that that Tabloid was the only picture proof he had for it, the only thing he had to prove that it's real. But the pulps had an infamous reputation for having ridiculous stories that were unbelievable and just documented for the sake of baiting unsuspecting buyers. Thus, if anything, using it to prove his case makes his story even more far-fetched and unbelievable.
That said, Merja seemed to take it far better than everyone else he tried this with, it even looked like she legitimately believed him. ...It's just a shame how easy it is for Tyler to see that Mik was indeed manipulating her as a means to an end.
Sure enough like Tuesday with the tree-hat incident, the conversation were drawing familiar faces in like moths to a flame, albeit significantly less than last time. This time it was just Laurence - who of course would be in a Library at this time, it only makes sense for a bookworm like him - Romani this time - who came in apparently looking for Laurence - and Al-... Uh oh.
In one corner, there's Mik, someone who these days is known to be relatively aggressive and hostile towards people who don't believe his story in the slightest...which is not a very hard thing to do. In the other corner there's Alex, someone who Tyler knows is hostile just from his attempted conversation with him. Like two tsunamis, these two aggressive waves just came into conflict and has begun to crash into each other, with poor Merja, Laurence, and Romani right in the middle, about to be flooded.
Sure enough, Alex called Mik out like Tyler thought he would, and Mik responded as Tyler thought he would. Laurence seemed to try and make things easier, and Romani, who apparently was looking for Laurence, made the smart decision to stay out of this, giving Merja a cup of coffee as an apology.
Fortunately, both Alexander and Mik were essentially on holy ground, the Library where such things as conflict is not tolerated, and he could hear the voice of someone he didn't recognize, step out from a study room Tyler couldn't see from his angle he was in, and essentially stopped the fight from happening. That's when he heard Mik mention the name of the voice, "Philip Leonhart". The boy genius is here in Evergreen again? Not that he believes that Philip isn't welcomed, but surely there must be a library of some kind in St. Paul that's better than this one. Maybe smaller, but probably with more stuff to his liking he'd imagine.
By the sound of things, as soon as Philip stepped out, he could hear Mik talking to him about how he wanted his help. Tyler made a sigh of relief; it seems Mik stopped putting focus on Merja and instead on someone who might actually be eligible to help him. ...Too bad Philip didn't sound like he was having any of it. He could tell by the tone of the genius' voice that he was getting really irritated at Mik, shooting him down with logic after logic before seemingly walking away. Mik walking away as well in a huff.
"Ambition without knowledge..." Philips words, unbeknownst to Philip himself, hit home with Tyler as well. Albeit in a different, if not outright reverse way. He returned to his chair, thinking about the conversation, thinking about that last line in particular.
If Ambition without knowledge is like a bird without wings, then what's knowledge without ambition? Just the wings of a bird. A bird's wings are often wanted by many, but hold them in your hand and they still won't let you fly, not like they would for birds. Wings are useless without the bird to make them fly. Knowledge is useless without a goal, without ambition, without purpose to give it shape.
...Was that why Philip came here? He's renowned as a genius so he has plenty of knowledge, so could it be that he's looking for ambition of his own? If so, they may not be so different in spite of Leonhart's superior intellect. ...Tyler, too, has knowledge but no reason to use it.
...Not anymore...
Tyler felt pressure in his frontal lobe as he thought about it, his vision distorting; his mind was trying to remember, and it was enough to make him press his face against his hand, clenching it as if in pain. He closed his eyes, the landscape of his dream in his mind's eye, the echoes of the past in his mind's ear...
He shook his head, even slapped himself a few times, and eventually the feelings subsided as he put his focus back into his books, reading profusely from it, studying every page.
Eventually he took a deep breath and sighed, before grabbing his stuff and returning back to his room, ready to call it a day.
School Accomodation hallway, Thursday Afternoon
After the Library debacle, when he felt it was time to leave himself, he took a walk back to the accommodations, weary of anyone trying gunning to attack him yet again. Good news was, no such thing happened this time around, he was able to walk from the Library to the Dorms without any hassle.
Bad news was that none other than Alex, Merja, and the rest of their Biology Study Group was hanging out in the lounge performing their studies. It must be for the Midterms, but this presents a problem either way. Tyler was already made clear that his pacifistic (or cowardly) ways is enough to get on Alexander's bad side. Moreover, Mik irritated him just an hour or so ago in the Library. Who knows what'll happen if he winds up walking anywhere near Alex's line of sight. Sure, his friends might tame him, but he'd rather not have them perform such a struggle over someone like himself.
Thus, not taking any chances, he decided to walk around to the opposite side of the accommodations in order to reach the stair well without getting into contact with the Biology group. Making a quick dash around the building, he walked in, and indeed headed for the stairwell and was heading up. ...Or at least he was going to, but he then overheard the study group in the lounge. Nothing particularly of note, but just... the fact that they were enjoying themselves. Hearing them, with a gentle smile on his face, he quietly put down his bag so as to not let them hear him, and sat down on the step. Well, more like laid on it, lying his back on the wall and a laid his leg on a part on the step he was on, while the other leg was on the floor. Then he simply laid his head gently on the wall, eyes closed and that gentle smile still on his face, cathartic and relaxed as he listened to them. He knew the others have likely gone back into their dorms or aren't coming back for a while, so he hopes he has the luck to not encounter somebody who wants to get up or down the steps and ask him to move, blowing his cover.
Tyler never really liked parties, but he liked being in one. He didn't like taking parts in the festivities, but he loved observing others enjoying it from afar. Perhaps it's the sense that he thinks himself not worthy, or maybe it was just his uncle's teachings that echo in his head. Maybe it was both, causing a sense of perpetual anxiety, but either way, he can't ever truly bring himself to be a part of a group of people that are not a part of the family that he knows. Even so, something about listening to others, about others having a good time even if it's without him, makes him feel good about himself. It felt relaxing; listening to other people laughing and making jokes was akin to listening to music. It lets him...keep to himself while enjoying the joys of social activity, a positive sense of invisibility that creates the best of both worlds. It's something, he feels, would be the mutual feelings of an ever watching guardian angel.
In particular, he was happy that the Library incident from earlier today was all but forgotten by Merj and Alex. Of course, the very thought that the scary man was hanging out comfortably with people and possibly enjoying himself was enough to satisfy him. Even someone like that has people he can be around, friends with energy, humor, and kindness. Even if he himself doesn't seem like he's enjoying their company, maybe, just maybe, they're just what someone like him needs.
Once he felt the Study Group was over, he quietly grabbed his bag, slowly getting up and quietly walking up the steps to his room without raising suspicion that he was ever there.
After what's happened to him yesterday, after the shit that happened in the library, he needed this...
Today felt like quite a busy day for Tyler. He needed to go to his classes, prepare for Midterms, (PE's gonna be a bitch, he just knows it...) and even before that, it seems Vice-Principal - or rather "Acting-Principal" if he heard the news right - Ashcroft wants to go through some kind of mid-term evaluation of particular students. Most likely, it was to check up on them and see if they're still doing what's needed to stay in this school.
It wasn't all that surprising for Tyler; this IS a private school for selected individuals of particularly advanced minds, after all. It made sense that they'd need to evaluate the students every now and then to make sure they were still qualified to be here. That said, it is questionable that he's only evaluating particular students as oppose to the whole school. It'd make sense for someone like himself to be needing evaluation, since he feels he's not doing as good lately as he feels he should be, there's definite aspects of his learning and himself he feels he needs to improve. It'd also make sense for people like Mik or Hat to be evaluated, considering the attention their actions unwittingly made. While he completely understands Mik's desperation, and it's likely Hat only wanted to have a little fun, and probably isn't too used to the way of things here since he's a transfer student, in the end, they have caused a disruption of the student body.
But Laurence was to be evaluated later on? Laurence? He's not exactly a social get-together type, yes. But to Tyler's knowledge, he's an upstanding student and does a remarkable job, if Philosophy class is anything to consider. If Mr. Ashcroft was going to pick select students, why pick him?
Before he could think on it anymore, he spotted yet another event that just happened: Firstly he spotted Ashcroft as he walked past a boy and taking a turn towards another hallway, it seems his own evaluation will have to wait. Just then, however, it seemed Mik bumped into the boy Ashcroft passed by, a junior student by the looks of it. To make matters worse, he was then about to punch the boy in the face. Tyler was about to step in at that point to stop him, but it seemed Mik hesitated and instead got him right back up, Tyler sighing in relief at Mik suddenly coming to his senses. He then noticed Philip once again. He's still here? Plus he seemed to be speaking with Dr. Brower, the Philosophy teacher...that is, until the incident with Alistair and Mik, in which case he once again stepped in.
...He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. First, he was there when Hat was in that tree, then in the Library he was there to tell off Mik, and now here, likely about to tell off Mik once more. All while being a St. Paul student as oppose to Evergreen. He knows that the two schools are connected and even neighbors, but it's still very peculiar how often he's seen the boy genius here as oppose to the college. Not that there was anything particularly wrong with that, but it did honestly spark up curiosity in Tyler's mind for the rather enigmatic genius.
In any case, everything looked like it was about to go through the same thing that happened yesterday all over again... Then, something happened Tyler could never have predicted. Mik looked towards another corridor, seemingly distracted, by something Tyler never noticed.
When Mik's focused on something, it takes a lot to pull him out of that focus. Yet now he looked ...off. It was like Mik saw a ghost or something, and without a single word, he just... ran off all of a sudden, like something over there caught his attention. Worried, Tyler made a run for the path Mik was on.
"Sorryabouthimbeinglikethathaveagreatdayandhiprofessor!" Tyler said quickly to Philip and Alistair, and a quick greeting to Dr. Brower, as he ran off to where ever Mik went.
However, by the time he got to where Mik last was, he was gone.
...Strange...This area was basically the closest thing this school has to a dead-end. It was an open area so he might have went somewhere else, but based on how fast the two were going, he should have at least seen him in the distance.
Hopefully he isn't getting himself into trouble, but unfortunately there's not much he can do right now but hope for the best. Besides, it's Mik, or at least this present-day Mik, he's confident he can get back home safely. With that in mind, he walked back the way he came and headed for the Vice-Principal's office to start his day, hopefully Ashcroft's already back at his office by the time he gets there.
Downtown London, Friday Afternoon
After school, Tyler decided to take a walk into the great city of London for a bit...He just needed to be away from it all for the moment, especially after his own meeting with Ashcroft. He couldn't even focus like he should have when he was in classes because of that.
If one was to take the conversation they had out of context, they would say that it went exceedingly well. Ashcroft praised him for his hard work, as well as his lineage, being the son and nephew of two war heroes and a skilled nurse, and he seemed worried about him, what with the bullying. But something about the way he spoke, the state of his room, how he seems to refer to other students as an infection, or treating them as non-citizens, ...everything about what he said rubbed him the wrong way, and by the look in his eyes, he was serious about all of it. Even the concern for his well-being felt less because Ashcroft cared about him, and more like he's a fancy trophy on a pedestal that he didn't want to see get broken.
Did Laurence have this same feeling when he got in there? Did Mik? No, by how he sounded, he definitely treated Mik horribly in there due to his Russian nature.
Speaking of which, what happened to Mik? He still can't wrap his head around that reaction he suddenly made, and now he still couldn't find him anywhere. Where in the world could he have gone?
As he thought about this, he looked up for a moment. Sure enough as it so happens, there was Alistair, the boy Mik collided with a while ago. Part of Tyler wanted to essentially turn the other way and walk somewhere else, not wanting to actually interact with anyone. ...But no, Mik and him collided together, and worse still, Mik was about ready to punch the boy in the face, ran off without apologizing, and now is nowhere to be seen. ...It was up to him to apologize - ACTUALLY apologize this time unlike what he did this morning - in his stead. After all, the least he could do for Mik was make sure there's no hard feelings. ...While he's at it, he should probably find Philip, and do the same...hard as that may be.
But no, he must first focus on the now! With that, he strengthened his resolve, and walked over to the boy.
"...Umm, Hello there. You're a student from Evergreen, yes? ...My name is Tyler Blackmore, an upper sixth at Evergreen as well. I...umm, I'm sorry for coming up to you out of the blue like this, but that boy who ran into you a while ago was a friend of mine. I wanted to apologize about that incident in his stead. ...I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him. He... he wasn't always like that." He said to him.
Tyler's exercises when he was young probably didn't show as much as one may think, he wasn't exactly a bulky type even back when he was in his prime.
The fair-going-pale complexion on his otherwise Caucasian skin suggests a near mundane level of sunlight contacting the skin, though in the UK, it's hardly ever not cloudy so this could also be relatively normal coloring compared to the rest of the population.
His hair was originally brown, then was dyed to white as a child, before being darkened purposely to a light grey; a failed attempt of turning it back to brown by using coffee. But regardless of his color of hair was, his eyes remained a radiant blue.
Back when he was younger at the prime of his exercising days, he wore a lot of darker clothing, the kind of stuff that was just barely tolerant for school dress codes, no real rhyme or reason to any combination, going with whatever could grab at the time. Usually though, it was along the lines of a dark grey pair of jeans, with a darkened t-shirt, under a black over-shirt/coat. When he got really upset at people he would have a fake knife pocketed in the over-shirt or coat, brandishing it to deal them with threats or beat them with the hilt. He also wore short boots made for outdoor traveling, the hard material being useful for if he needed to kick someone.
Nowadays however, his choice of attire changed as much as he did. Both in and out of school, he prefers to wear rather bright clothing, like using a Sky-blue over-shirt over a white dress shirt to use as part of his school uniform, a yellow tie to contrast while still being bright itself to complete the top, and a light-grey pair of jeans, all of which seem adequately cleaned and pressed, albeit clearly by an amateur if the wrinkles here and there on shirt's arms and the pants are any sign. Common dress shoes of a brown leather and a normal brown shoestrings to tie them together, relatively tidy and almost brand new.
The Casual wear depends on weather of the moment, but the general theming is bright colors as well. Currently, his casual clothing of choice is a red cotton button-down short-sleeved shirt with a logo on the back depicting two hands coming together - one being white with a black dot at the back of the palm, and the other being vice-versa, forming an odd version of the Tao symbol - green cargo shorts, and some white tennis shoes.
Inside the warped realm of his mind lies another him, would look exactly like him if not for the glowing yellow eyes and the unnaturally darkened complexions of his skin. His attire greatly exaggerates the inner militarism in Tyler, typical aspect of Shadows, looking like a General of a particularly controversial German army. The Shadow wears an olive green undershirt with a black tie, a small pin of an olive tree placed at the center of the tie, a heavily decorated brown overcoat containing various medals, all of them ironically seemingly symbols of peace, and a matching long brown coat with the badge of a white feather on the Lapel. To complete the General look, he wears a green military authority cap with a skull and crossbones in the center.
The first thing of note would be the full-face mask on his face, a red traditional Chinese mask with the symbol of Tao on the forehead, symbolizing the balance of ying and yang; less a symbol of actual peace and more one of inner peace.
As if to fit into that as well, the Image of Rebellion is the garbs of a monk, more specifically that of a warrior monk beneath a brown silk robe, symbolizing a merger of his inner warrior with that of the peaceful and pacifistic side of him. For obvious reasons: It's eventually decided that his code-name is "Monk".
After coming to terms with his inner turmoils, he decided to change up his appearance for the duration of his time as a Phantom Thief. While still keeping to a pair of blue jeans, his boots from his younger days returned, as does his darken T-shirt, only now the overcoat is essentially a cargo coat colored in the traditional green camouflage, a set pair of Blank Dog-tags to complete his more pro-military look.
Height 5'7"
Weight 140 lbs
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Personality There was a time when Tyler was just a normal kid: Bubbly, optimistic to the point of naivety, innocent. He saw his twin siblings as under his care as much as they under the care of his parents, and he often fastened himself to thoughts of being a superhero in guarding them. He idolized both his Father and his Uncle for their veteran status in the British Military, having a desire to grow up and be just like them. This was combined with a sense of unquestioning trust in his Uncle, which led to what changed him utterly.
After his training under his uncle, brutal as it was, he came out of it with his family meaning the world to him, and everyone else an enemy who merely are waiting to attack. Ruthless and rather hot-headed, the feelings of sympathy for the 'enemy' was beaten out of him, and any word of his twins being bullied was met with rather brutal bullying to the one responsible, wasn't hesitant to get his fists bloody or brandish knives in order to do that, eventually it grew beyond just bullying his kid siblings and went to attacking people who he felt was being jerks to others in the school he was at as well.
Although it would be wrong to say he was like that, all the time. While he no longer had much of a good relationship with his father due to the whole going-behind-his-back thing, the rest of his family he was always particularly compassionate for. He tried his best (however little that is in his given state of mind) to go through school, and whenever his siblings need help with something, he's the first one to step up to help out...even if he's not good at particular subjects they need help on. The same goes with his mother, often giving her a hand without much question, and of course he felt he owed his Uncle as his proverbial mentor, so whatever he wanted him to go out and do for him, even if it was considered 'questionable', he'd do in a heartbeat. Of course, they had a tendency to irritate him one way or another, but he never really acted upon that frustration, letting the angst be kept inside until he could let it out on something - like exercising - or someone, to ventilate. Sometimes, he even went after friends who were doing anything that was particularly bad, which looked to others like he was asserting dominance as an Alpha Male in a group of delinquents like him.
While he had an utter love for meat and general protein, something encouraged by his Uncle to help with his exercise among other healthy things to keep the body in shape, a certain friend he met during his delinquent days essentially gave him something of a sweet tooth for the less healthy but more flavorful things in life. In addition, other than his exercising, he showed him how to skate and inspired him to give art a chance....He was and still is not particularly good with either of these.
After the incident, however, it was as if his mindset, all that he was before just...shattered like broken glass. He was locked in his room for days nearly put into a state of absolute despondence, the event playing over and over again in his head, without stop. He had to put himself into focusing on something, anything else, just to let to drown out the damned thoughts from his head.
Which leads to how he is nowadays, a complete turn around from how he was back then. He was calm and silent for the most part from the first day he came back into school to the present day, never really interacting with other people, and apologizing to the people he did mess with back then. The same Tyler Blackmore who was beating down other people for their bullying of others, was now the bullied one, practically allowing others to mess with him, to fight with him. ...Actually, fight isn't a word for it, cause no matter how much they beaten him to the ground, he never fought back. He would grown in pain after the fact, let it run its course, then walk away with a black eye and some blood dripping down as if nothing ever happened. Fortunately, all the exercise he was forced into gave him a bit more endurance compared to others.
The brute that cursed like a sailor and acted rude to everyone but his family was now a creature of politeness and kindness. Quick to be the selfless one and throw on a smile to everyone he met. The man who dyed his hair white as a way to stand out, darkened his hair to better fit back in. The same delinquent who was all about the dark ragged attire that barely met the dress code was now dressed neat and tidy in bright colors. Whenever about it, he simply states that he "was told he looked good in lighter stuff" and never quite clarifies the why. His school life changed for the better as well, as he put more focus into his studies than he ever did, going beyond his former best which allowed access to Evergreen eventually. He decided on Psychology, philosophy, as two of his courses for "personal reasons" as he puts it, and the only reason he also has PE was at his father's insistence, since Tyler was also now barely ever exercising anymore.
Speaking of which, in terms of his family life, his relationship with his mother was relatively the same, but now the relationship between his father and his uncle is almost completely reversed. Now he has good relations with his father, while his Uncle is the one he has a lukewarm and rather unstable relationship with. He'd never go as far as cussing him out in anger, something very unusual for him compared to back then, but he'd barely give his uncle any small talk, and tries to leave the area as much as he can. While his father and him are now getting along well enough for people to forget that his Dad almost disowned him for his past personality.
Most noteworthy, however, was that this person who used violence like it was a part of his religion became an extremely pacifistic man. He is always trying to stop fighting peacefully, even if it means getting socked in the face himself, always keeping himself from any kind of violence, steering clear as if he's outright afraid of it. Any threats to his own life he would just ignore, any threats to his family he'd report to authorities. Someone who once considered an Alpha dog was now labeled a coward.
However, not everything was all sunshine and rainbows, despite his every attempt at it looking like that. Whatever caused the boy to change caused his very mindset to become heavily distorted, to a point where, indeed, he has a palace of his own. Within that Palace as its ruler lies his inner self, all of the inner aggression and hot-headedness he had in the past, amplified and exaggerated, and it has indeed effected his mental health. Mentioning his Brother or his sister to him was a trigger of sorts something that his former friends have done at first and almost led to a spontaneous relapse into violence before Tyler stops himself from going too far. Even without that, sometimes - not all times but sometimes - whenever he's around people, strangers especially, his mind's eye has flashed him with visions of them attacking him, or him attacking them, in more lethal ways than he's used to. He of course went to doctors about this, but nothing they could advise seemed to get the hallucinations out of his head, and he didn't want to make his parents worry themselves to death by taking extreme measures of fixing it, so instead he hides that part of himself, until he can one day find a way to make it stop.
"If you know the enemy and know yourself, you needn't fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle."
That Actual Persona Seems to a rather massive humanoid mass of fire energy, surrounded by what appears to be clay armor, protruding outward like spikes or stalagmites coming from them and a helmet that appears to also protrude from atop like a crown, his feet completely covered in clay stuck to a platform also made of clay, and a giant golden ring with a fiery design, a symbol of the sun, floating behind him. However, Tyler himself is completely covered in a clay cocoon just below the platform, that can produce a spire above Sun Tzu's platform that extends it upward like a tower. Inside the Clay Cocoon at the bottom is a dimensional space of his own, (Akin to Necronomicon's dimensional space in Persona 5.) where he sees through Sun Tzu's eyes and is able to move all but Sun Tzu's feet with his own body.
Symbolism As the supposed and legendary author of the Art of War, Sun Tzu was believed to be a master general and tactician, employing tactics that go beyond the typical nature of battlefield combat, and employing the many detailed assets of an army, believing supreme excellence is "breaking the enemy resistance without fighting". Tyler was a proverbial soldier in a modern war of thugs, and knows the inner workings of street warfare, but preferring to never actually step into a battlefield and witness the horrors of violence again if he could help it, preferring instead to find ways of assisting his friends and allies from outside the battlefield using the expertise he's learned from his experience in the war.
"Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence. Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting."
Skill Analysis and Navigation Contrary to its looks, Sun Tzu is a Navigator and Analysis Persona, he himself serving as a humanoid antenna for Tyler himself. When extended at a high enough vantage point, The Cocoon works like a giant monitor encircling Tyler, through which he can see multiple happenings around him at once, and able to zoom in on multiple battles at once, and analyzing multiple enemies at a time within range. Moreover, he able to use his position to mark his monitor, and communicate with everyone, relaying strategies without much problem. Later on, he will be able to use the ring around his back to assist his allies indirectly, via buffs and shields. In addition, he has no weaknesses of any kind. However, The drawback is, again contrary to how he looks, his persona is by no means offensive or capable of completely defending itself. It cannot fight, and has no strengths of its own.
Physically Fit above Standards and Analytical Intellect Less to do with his Persona, and more to do with his own personal skills. His training and exercises when he was young were enough to make him more than capable of fighting with his body. While it has become past its prime after the incident, his PE classes has helped to still keep him in shape. Additionally, he has an eye for detail and heightened sense of perception, something he learned as a by-product of trying to get the bad thoughts out of his head during the worst days of his life; anything he could focus on instead, he did. This has given him an analytical and even an amateurish deductive mindset, albeit one limited to the normal restrictions of eyesight.
Equipment Nothing; After what he's been through, he'd rather not pick up a weapon ever again. As the Navigator in the side-lines, he feels he has no need to do so, anyways. If, by some unexpected circumstance he hypothetically is attacked by someone, however, he has learned Mixed Martial Arts when he was young as a part of his "training", and should he ever break his own oath for some ungodly reason, he knows quite well how to wield a knife and multiple guns, albeit through simulated training with models and his Uncle's methods of simulating the actual effects. His uncle also taught him how to be improvising in the way he uses these weapons.
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Biography Tyler Blackmore was the firstborn child of Samuel Blackmore, a Veteran of the British military who was honorably discharged from service, and Patricia Blackmore, a Nurse at a Hospital in the Camden Borough of London. The first few years of his life was relatively normal without much going on.
This changed at the age of five, when his mother gave birth to twins, Nate and Kate Blackmore, whom his father drilled into him to be the respectable big brother to watch over them. This sort of responsibility was something that excited the little boy; before then he was always reading comic books about superheroes, and saw himself with the potential to become one himself, watching over two little siblings as their hero. He wanted to be the best big brother he possibly could be for them, and striven to be that.
At first, the babies that were born and being taken care of were something of a natural annoyance, they cried constantly, they kept the attention of the parents on them, and that's not even getting into the kind of trouble they got into at around two years old when they started going into his room and wrecking his stuff. However, he pushed himself through it, his father's order ringing in his ear. Eventually, they got passed the worst part, and were raised well enough by both of their parents. A combination of Samuel's military discipline and Patricia's caring nature as a nurse did wonders for the three of them in that respect. Kate grew into a kindly and mature little girl, while Nate, while somewhat bratty and a smart-ass, was a fun and social kid to be around. It wasn't exactly what one would consider a perfect family by a long shot, but they were a happy one, and Tyler couldn't ask for much more than that.
One day however, when Tyler was about eleven, he got himself bullied in school, something that continued on and off again throughout the school year, not just him either, it seems this particular bully was striking at anyone who couldn't fight back at the time. It was around that point that a thought crossed his mind that the same thing could very well happen to the twins as well, and they probably aren't capable of protecting themselves.
That's when another thought crossed his mind, if he could make himself to get stronger for them, he would be able to take down anyone who could mess with them. Who better to ask for this than his military father? Family friends of the couple often told stories about their father's career, pointing out all these amazing things that he and his brother was said to have done in the past in the name of queen and country. He admired the heroes of his comic book, and in his eyes, his father was just as much one.
However, his father refused Tyler's request, practically outright. When asked why, he simply said that he did not want Tyler to follow in his footsteps, that he wanted him to find his own purpose in life away from the life Samuel had to live, and that he should let Nate and Kate fight their own battles in regards of the bullying. Violence was never going to be the answer to this dilemma, nor should it ever be.
Needless to say, they got into a fight about it, which resulted in his father yelling at him, ordering him to stop thinking about this whole bullying thing, ending the conversation then and there. Needless to say, Tyler was very upset at this. The very father he looked up to claiming not to ever be like him? It didn't make any sense in his mind. However, he did have one other angle he could try.
Later on after school, he didn't go home, but instead walked somewhere else in the city of Cambridge, the House of Samuel's older brother, and the trio's estranged Uncle, Hugo Blackmore. Hugo and Samuel were not just blood brothers, but brothers in arms as well, both of them joined the military, and while the family friends were a bit more hesitant talking about Hugo for some reason, they did claim he did things just as important as Samuel's accomplishments...the details of which they never explained like they did with Samuel. Plus, Hugo was always very sweet and energetic to the kids when the family get-togethers happen. Sure he and Samuel hardly spoken a word to each other in all his years of living, but that could mean anything.
Knowing full well he was going behind his father's back, he turned to the other discharged veteran of war, and made the same request he asked Samuel. At first, Hugo was starting to make the same kind of claims that Samuel did, that violence probably isn't the best answer, that Samuel likely doesn't want him to be a soldier or at least go through soldier training for something like bullies, etc. But the conversation ended differently, Hugo simply asked if Tyler was absolutely sure he wanted to go down this path. The boy nodded in acceptance, and Hugo stated his one condition on the matter: Nate and Kate need to take part in this training as well. While he admires Tyler's resolve to protect them, they probably should be able to fight their own battles as well, and pointed out that it's always nice to have some comrades by their side when the going gets tough. Tyler was hesitant, but Hugo's words convinced him that maybe it was the right thing to do.
Thus the training began, almost immediately. Tyler took his brother and sister after school to Hugo's house almost every day, explaining to the parents that he was taking them to a friends house after school to help study up for the year; not necessarily a lie, seeing as he's going to a family member's house and they are technically studying up.
However, Tyler's training under Hugo was a bit more...Aggressive than he first thought. The man had a bunch of model guns and plastic weaponry in his basement for the purpose of keeping his own training alive while avoiding the whole "guns-are-illegal" problem that they'd normally have. They weren't as heavy, and they couldn't actually fire save for some air-soft pellets, so Tyler had to make due with Hugo "simulating" the real deal. Whenever he fired a model pistol, Hugo would give a light punch to his shoulder to "simulate" the recoil, the more Tyler didn't hold the gun right, the harder the punch to his shoulder. He even placed small weights on the weapons to simulate the actual weights of the real deal.
As it turned out, Hugo did indeed have exceptional talent and accomplishments during his stay in the military like Samuel. However, unlike Samuel, it turned out Hugo was a bit of an extremist in his methods. When time came for war, he didn't hesitate slaughtering anyone he felt was an enemy whether they were actual terrorists or civilians. Samuel personally hauled him in to be court marshaled after a mission gone wrong that he used him over, but was given an honorable discharge regardless due to some "favors" he had with the government. It seems the two brothers weren't on speaking terms since, but he kept up appearance as a matter of principle.
Thus in his aggressive teachings, Hugo essentially hammered into Tyler's head that everyone who wasn't with him was against him, and that people who are with him, he shouldn't be afraid to use to his advantage when the going gets tough. He was less strict to Nate and Kate, but the only reason for that was their age and their somewhat disinterested prospects in the manner of war. But all of them were put through physical exercises, while Tyler in particular was also put through utility and weapon exercises, using plastic weapons and model guns.
Combine this with Tyler just about hitting the puberty age, and by the time Hugo was done with him, Tyler was an angsty kid with a hot temper and an overprotective nature about his siblings. Samuel found out later on that the three was with Hugo for all those days and immediately called Tyler out on it as soon as he could. Tyler, who was sporting a White hair-do and some dark clothes - the former being at Hugo's assistance, something about blending in with the fog, he didn't completely understood it but felt it's probably a good reason somehow - was immediately met with angry yelling, followed by Samuel trying to explain to him what Hugo did in the past in his frustration. But this time he wasn't having it, fully convinced his Uncle, his mentor, was meaning well, started fighting with his father verbally. Needless to say, it was a stalemate, with Tyler heading to his room and prepping what Hugo gave him, a plastic knife, for 'practical' use should it come to it. Samuel was tempted to kick the boy out for his betrayal, but was convinced not to by Patricia, claiming he'll "eventually learn".
Things became more and more awkward around the house, but even with that parental issues in mind, Tyler still tried to be a good big brother to his twin siblings. Within that good intention, paved the way to the beginning of his dark path to delinquency.
At first, He only did what he was set out to do: Anyone who so much as looked at Nate and Kate funny, regardless of age or gender, was dragged away and given a good punch before walking by, though the pressure of that punch certainly varied. But as time went by, he slowly started spreading out his violence elsewhere. Anyone who decided to bully him, was getting beaten aggressively, anybody who decided to bully others, beaten, anybody who stole from someone, beaten. Eventually he even started to grow a posse of other delinquents in town, and if they ever did something bad to someone else, beaten. He was seen and renown as an alpha male delinquent who had the right reasons, but went about it all the wrong way. As time went by, he continued his training with his Uncle Hugo, still dragging the other two to at least do physical exercises, until Samuel put a stop to that completely.
Even so, Tyler wasn't try to be a delinquent simply out of a want for chaos or rule-breaking. He was a vigilante, or at least saw himself as such, a hero. and so felt he still had to have some sort of a good reputation kept as Nate and Kate's role models. Hence, even though he wasn't a particularly excellent student, he was still trying his best in school regardless, and fortunately for him. Anyone who was dumb enough to mock him for that: Found after school and beaten.
It was around this time that he met another Londoner, British Russian "Mikhail Checkov", a year his junior who always seemed on the precipice of being bullied, be it by the kids at school or by his own little group of delinquents. Needless to say, they were also beaten down by Tyler. Seeing how Mikhail seemed too nice and passive for his own good, Tyler took it upon himself to tell him to stand up for himself. While Mikhail was never a part of Tyler's posse, they steadily became friends, with Tyler treating him essentially like he would his own siblings, much to his Uncle dismay, who lectured him and reminded him of the status of everyone before the Blackmore family, not that it stopped him from playing hero regardless.
It was like this for a while, a good year or two in fact. ...Then at 14, something happened that changed his life yet again, this time with an even worse impact.
He doesn't actually remember the details of that day, every time he tries to remember it, it only ends with a searing pain in his head. The doctors considered it as a mental defensive system put in place, the mind essentially blocking out the main driving force of the trauma.
All he remembers is this: On March 20th, 3 years from present day, Tyler received a tip from Uncle Hugo about his twin siblings. According to him, They've been constantly meeting with someone in the back of an alleyway near their school, evidently extorting them for their own personal gain. Why they didn't talk about this with Tyler he had no idea, he only guessed it could be some kind of blackmail thing, that even if they did tell him. They'd probably be lying for their own sake. Looking back, it didn't make much sense that they'd do that, knowing he'd beat up anyone foolish enough to do such a thing, but he notice them always asking their father for some pounds, figuring it was just some extra lunch money, but even so, it was strange, and whenever asked about it Nate always said that it was nothing to worry about.
As he made it to the back alley in question, sure enough there the guy was, with Nate and Kate evidently conversing with him. He was definitely a grown adult, talking with kids in a back alleyway, and he did look rather...suspicious. To top it off, there Nate was, giving the man some pounds. Concluding that that settled his suspicions of what was going on, he made his presence known to his siblings and the man they were conversing with. He remembered that the man apparently brandished a knife when Tyler got near him and so Tyler in turn brandished his own knife, (albeit plastic) right back.
The rest was a complete blank, a space of time that just wasn't there anymore, the closest thing he could remember is screams and Nate saying that is remembered as inaudible. The last thing he remembers is he himself in a hospital bed, His parents at his side. According to them, all of the people involved were injured, him included, and were sent to the hospital. When asked about Nate and Kate, the two looked at each other, and then back at him. It seems Nate and Kate were caught in the crossfire of their little knife fight. They were cut pretty badly, and so they're currently in intensive care and not allowed visitors.
This was the straw that broke him, he vowed to protect Nate and Kate and now they're in bad condition even though he was there to stop it. After all this time of being a brute tough guy, the waterworks came out and did so in like a flood, his parents hugging him as he did.
After that, for a while, he became despondent in his room, his mind trying to play that scene over, and over, and over again.He just couldn't bear the possibility that he may have been involved in their current position, even with a plastic knife in hand. His eyes just darted around the room, looking for something, anything to drown the thoughts in his head.
To snap him out of it, Samuel gave him a pep-talk followed by showing a letter to him from Nate and Kate, basically saying that they recently got out of the ICU and into a normal hospital room, but still can't leave the hospital yet, also thanking him for helping them with that person. The writing was a bit off from how she usually writes, but considering how bad their injuries were, that wasn't much of a surprise.
After that, there was a slow but steady recovery from his despondent state. He began to realize that his Father was right all along, that violence wasn't the answer. If he didn't keep reacting with violence like he did, Nate and Kate would still be there with them. As such, there was a process just as slow, if not more so, to completely change himself. He became focused on being pacifistic, being able to end brawls without fighting, and focused more on his studies than anything else. He stopped wearing the dark clothes he wore in the past and started wearing bright colors instead, remembering how Kate commented how she thought he'd look better in them a long while ago. It was such a success, that he managed to get into Evergreen, keeping a calm, gentle smile on his face.
But deep down, even after moving into Evergreen's dorms, the incident took a heavy toll on his mind and heart, completely distorting both as a result. Even after giving up on being a soldier, a hero, he still hears Hugo's words echoing in his head, and every time he sees someone walking by or sitting next to him, his mind drifted to thoughts of violence, violence against himself, and violence towards them. If anyone so much as mentions Nate or Kate, or even if he has a brother or a sister, the violent tendencies start to re-surge, and it takes effort to push them back down again. He knows he can't keep being like this, but it's proven impossible to do it alone, and a Psychiatrist didn't seem to help much either.
Cut to the present day, it is now his second year at Evergreen. One way or another, he's resolved himself to try and fix these feelings and urges in his heart.
And he will, if it's the last thing he does.
Education A-Level Psychology- This was less for the sake of interest and more a call to help after the Incident. Tyler recognize that there was something wrong with him due to his distorted mindset, and his figured that by teaching himself Psychology, maybe he could save his parents some trouble and money by avoiding the constant therapist visits. Fortunately, once he gains his Persona, this knowledge would prove most useful in the Metaverse as a navigator persona-user, as the Palaces of the Metaverse are, after all, manifestations of distorted minds.
A-Level Philosophy- Ever since the Incident, Tyler has striven to make better changes to his lifestyle, to be as peaceful and against his former outbursts of violence as possible. He garnered an interest in Philosophy in order to learn of the many outlooks on life that he could take inspiration from to make his own even better. As Palaces are the manifestation of a person's mind, having knowledge on some philosophies may assist in solving whatever puzzles and riddles the thieves find within them.
BTEC Physical Education- Not necessarily by choice, but by his father's insistence. Tyler stopped doing his exercises after the Incident and it got his father worried. Even if he did not approve of Tyler's training, he acknowledge that it caused him to gain a healthy lifestyle...physical, rather than mental, and he just stopped doing that afterwards. As such, when he was accepted into Evergreen school, his father made him take PE so that he could get his body back together.
Affiliations Nathaniel "Nate" Blackmore & Kathryn "Kate" Blackmore- Tyler's younger brother and younger sister respectively. They were also trained by their uncle at Hugo's insistence in order to help defend themselves from bullies and potentially find a place in the UK military just as he and their father did. During the dark delinquent days, they were everything to him, they were the reason he struggled through the harsh training, and they were the thing he strove to protect. When the incident happened, which greatly involved them, it was enough to make Tyler make a complete 180 on his life.
Samuel and Patricia Blackmore- Tyler's, Nate's, and Kate's parents. One being a former veteran of British military like his brother, the other being a nurse at a hospital in London. Patricia didn't object to letting his father teach him how to defend himself in such a cruel world, Samuel refused to give his children that training, insisting they do anything but being a soldier. Although they were not just brothers by blood, but brothers in arms as well, Samuel seems to have a particularly hostile relationship towards his brother, Hugo, and wanted to keep his children as far away from him as possible. But then Tyler had to go behind his back and get trained by Hugo anyways, and look what became of him: A Delinquent attacking anyone who so much as look at Nate and Kate funny, just the kind of thing he feared would happen, as he knew all too well the philosophy of his older brother. The only reason he didn't outright disown Tyler for everything was at his wife's insistence. When the incident happened, The two parents disowned Hugo instead and looked after Tyler, his heart utterly wrecked from it all. They were devastated by what happened to Nate and Kate, but did not hold it against Tyler, especially when he explained what he saw as happened to them. His father, in particular became more attentive of his son's life, wanting him to stay out of the violence like he has, but also wanting to keep him healthy as he was before, which led him to forcing Tyler to take PE.
Hugo Blackmore- Tyler's, Nate's, and Kate's, Uncle and "Commanding Officer". Samuel Blackmore's elder brother, and a former war-veteran. Due to his father's refusal to train him, he turned to Uncle Hugo to train him behind his back. He feels that his brother, their father, was being a coward for not wanting to teach them the ways of combat if only for self-defense, and so when Tyler wanted to do so anyways, he couldn't have been happier to teach him, with the condition that his twin siblings join in as well. He was a harsh, brutal teacher to Tyler, but he was grateful for all he's done for him. Although Tyler had idolized him, and still claims to admire him for what he was and what he's done for him, his relationship with him is no longer as simple as that due to the incident.
At the beginning, Tyler has no relationships with other students of his class or his school for that matter, and prefers it that way.
That said, He does have one actual relationship with someone, and has opinions about his fellow classmates.
Mikhail Chekov
The only student of the two schools he has any semblance of a relationship with, and even that has soured somewhat compared to how it was before. They were once childhood friends, someone Tyler met during his violent delinquent days, and who he saved from bullies more than once. He remember Mikhail to be as innocent as they came, taught him the social and happier things in his life such as a taste for foods other than meat, or hobbies other than exercising, and the fact that he was younger than him made him akin to a third little brother he felt a need to protect. Despite his uncle reminding him that he's not a part of his family, that he's merely an enemy that he needed to protect himself from, he still hung out and watched his back.
But as luck would have it, After the incident involving the Twins, it turned out Mikhail had an incident of his own a year later, as his father was poisoned and died. As a result, both Tyler and Mikhail had such a drastic change from who they used to be, that now it was practically a complete reversal. But unlike before where Tyler was aggressive to protect someone dearly or to be a vigilante, the cold bitter Russian turned that way via a tragic vendetta, and so likely has little patience for Tyler's newfound cowardice, helping him out with his own bullies, while scolding him about not fighting for himself.
Laurence Newman
A fellow student in his Philosophy class, about a year, or technically a half-year older than him. While he never interacted with Laurence, he was the type that stuck out in his eyes, due to being so concentrated on whatever book of the day he was reading. Certainly not the textbook he should be reading, always some kind of fiction novel by the looks of the cover and size. Yet contrary to the trope of a bookworm like him, he did seem to interact with others well enough, although very true to it, he wasn't really into actually doing anything. There was always something...sad about his willingness to have friends, but unwillingness to participate into things with them, but he can't quite put his finger on why that is, and he didn't have the heart to go to him directly.
Still, he is rather...envious of Newman. Or rather, he is envious of Newman's sense of escapism. It was far easier for Laurence to pick up a book and just forget about the world around him than it was for Tyler himself. He always felt the need to concentrate on things in the present, always concentrate on the reality around him, and that training which hardwired his focus was now a curse of never being able to escape, for the recesses of his mind is the one place he can never go...
Hakuro Kuroda
The Okinawan new kid who happens to be in both his Philosophy class and his PE class. He can't say he knows much about him other than the fact that he's a figurative wild card of sorts. In the amount of time that he's been to this school and country, he seemed to almost always be in some kind of situation of his own making that would utterly baffle the other kids, Tyler himself often giving a silent chuckle whenever he does. He was interesting one, and a part of this school year's charm has always been walking outside the school, wondering what kind of bizarre situation he'd find himself in next. He was like a one-man variety show, and it's because of that sense of attention that Tyler preferred to watch from the distance, if only for a moment. He'd much prefer to pend his days out of a crowd, than being a part of one, or gathering one himself.
It should be noted, that Tyler has also taken a genuine notice to Hat's (As he simply calls him) parkour capabilities. As someone who originally exercised himself, seeing Hat do the many acrobatic stunts he does, such as climbing trees or hopping fences in a rush, reminds him of the good old days when he used to have his body primed before... no, he unfortunately can't watch him perform these feats for very long. Too many memories, too many reminders... he's a different man now. He can't think about it. In any case, he thinks of Hat as a kind and sincere fellow, and he's happy that he's a part of this student body.
Alexander Furst
Honestly? Scares the living shit out of him. Whenever he sees Alexander anywhere nearby, he feels this overwhelming sense of dread and anxiety, and this overwhelming need to take a detour to get to his destination so as to keep himself out of his way. He has tried to interact with Alex before in the past, since they are in the same Psychology class. But unknowing of Alex's past history with brown-nosers using him to get to his father, he often tried praising him for jobs well done, and unwittingly irritated as a result. As he recalled, Alexander seemed particularly upset with him at least once, if not for the praising than for the extreme pacifistic nature of him and his unwillingness to fight back. Ever since he has basically avoided Alexander like a small animal weary of predators and larger animals.
That's not to say he's a bad person. Tyler's well aware that Alex is often with Merja, along with Ava and Joey, and is genuinely helpful to them in his own way. While he has never seen it himself, he's steadfast confident that Alex might be the same way to anyone else, albeit secretly so. But then there's the other reason he avoids Alex: his aggression hiding his inner benevolence is an all-too-familiar reminder of himself back in the day. Every time he looks into Alex's eyes, he sees his younger self staring back at his soul, and it reminds him of his mistake all the more. And so he runs from him, runs so that he doesn't have to be scolded, runs so he doesn't have to be reminded...
Merja Aaltonen
The sweet innocent Finnish girl of his Psychology class. While he can't say he has any feelings for her in an intimate sense, it wouldn't be hard to think he might. She's about the closest thing this city has to a saint, although her decision-making capabilities could use plenty of work. She's always been a nice girl, and evidence suggests she always will be. This benign nature to her has given her quite a number of friends, with even Alexander being a part of her study group for Biology, and while she seems uncomfortable being around him, Tyler could argue from observation that she and the others do bring out the good in him. ...Which is partly why he's somewhat worried someone may take advantage of it to their own ends like -sigh- like Mik. It's noted that, by being in the same Psychology class, with he himself taking a particular interest, he does notice how Mer always seemed to be struggling with the class. He always wanted to break out of his bubble to help her out with how things are, however their Teacher, Mr. Roscoe, advised him to leave the helping to him, and as he is the teacher, Tyler saw little reason, ...or authority, not to comply.
It should be noted that Tyler has seen her fencing a small number of times during the sessions after school. At first, it was because he just couldn't believe someone like her could Fence to a point where she'd be able to come to this school with only a scholarship to do so, and so curiosity took hold. However, he eventually became a momentary visitor of the sessions, always observing and analyzing the techniques and legwork of fencing in general, with Merja's skill particularly interesting him. Eventually however, he left those as well. The fencing it got him thinking about the past, about how to implement these qualities with a knife in.....he knew he had to stop, and so he did.
Ava Jean Monroe
As a student from St. Paul College next door, Ava is someone he hasn't ever really interacted with during his days of school. Whenever he does see her however, it becomes so hard to believe that she's actually a college student, since she fits right in with fellow students of Evergreen like a glove. She has such a lively energy to her, that it feels almost overwhelming and exhausting to be around her even for a short time. She's always around Merj, Joey, and Alexander, and like the former two, he feels just being there is enough to give life to Alex's positive sides, as oppose to the gruff personality he always seems to have.
Whether or not it's common knowledge of what's happened with her father is unclear. Assuming Tyler somehow is aware of it, he'd be incredibly sympathetic since his own siblings...he knows what it's like.
Joey Grayson
A fellow classmate of Physical Education who just happens to have a birthdays ten days after his own. He's what Tyler would call an energetic slacker: Plenty of energy, but not much places he wants to release it into, also felt like a bit of a jokester albeit with an odd complex for the elderly to the point where he himself psychologically considers himself among them. If such a psychological complex exists, the name of it escapes Tyler, but that's what he believes Joey has. Still he sees his energy as the sunlight that brightens up every day of PE. Whenever Joey enters the gym, it's never a dull day, at least in Tyler's eye. Even when he's with his friends, as well as with his Biology Study Group with Alexander the Terrifying, he somehow seems to be a part of lightening Alex up alongside the others, not that Alex would ever admit it.
He also very much recognizes Joey's athletic capabilities when it comes to tennis, watching Joey play a tennis game is a reason for Tyler to get into watching the sport in general, the leg speed he has when strafing from side to side to catch the ball is something he often puts his focus on whenever he can. He can't watch it for too long or the thoughts of... But when he does, he is always impressed by it.
Romani Bogart
A fellow classmate in both his Philosophy and Physical Education classes, Needless to say, he's one of the faces Tyler sees most of all during his school days. Yet, he can't say that he knows or interacts with him as a daily basis; he's an acquaintance at best, but besides Mikhail and his...unfortunate change of personality, Romani is the one most likely to be comfortable being around compared to others. There's an air of good will about him, similar in mind to Merja and yet different to her. While Merja seems like the type to do nice things because it's just who she is, Romani's kindness...it seems more like a necessity than a natural part of his personality, if that makes any sense. It feels like he...wants something in return, but can't quite put his finger on what.
But that doesn't mean he's a bad guy. Tyler of course heard the rumors about Romani all too well, all about how he got that scar on his forehead and what it means about him. He's heard it, and immediately sees them as bullshit. He's never believed anything about it, partly because he's seen Romani for himself and knows better than to let other people's rumors be seen as truth over his own eyes and ears. But also because...because those rumors more remind him of himself, remind him of the vigilante bully he used to be, and sees that Romani is nothing like that. Perhaps that's why he's a little more comfortable being around Romani than others, because Romani is one of the only few who isn't an existing reminder of who he was before.
Alistair Parton
The 16 year old underclassman, who's in the lower-sixth version of Philosophy. From what his teacher told him, the boy is a dedicated student, who could potentially wind up being the next Socrates. He never really interacted with the underclassman, due to how much of a divide the age groups seem to be, but he always wanted to talk with him, hear what this dedicated student has to say philosophically about society, and what he wants to do to mold it to just the right shape. Perhaps he can use it to...to become better himself.
Philip Leonhart
Yet another St. Paul Student like Ava, but Philip gave Tyler the exact opposite vibe that she did. While Ava had this energy that was overwhelming, Philip's overwhelming trait was the aura he had as a genius. There was something about him that always screamed to Tyler that he was better than everyone else, and that he had the skill in his head to prove it so. Not once could he look at Philip and question his superiority to him. For that reason alone, one might understand that he never interacted with the genius, who may as well be the closest these duo-schools have to a celebrity. Even so, there was something about him was respectable, something about the way he speaks and the way he acts around others that felt worthy of respecting, and so he would treat Philip with respect.
Even so, it was a sense of respect that also demanded Tyler to try and be better. He can't ever call himself a genius like Philip could, but he did study up on the man, if only to satiate his curiosity, and analyzed his works to a tee. He doesn't quite understand anything in Engineering and mathematics like Philip could with ease, but by studying him, he felt like he's learning more about how his mind operates. Stalking? Nah, that would imply an obsession with him specifically. Tyler simply has one to analyze what he can...anything...anything to distract...even something like this.
Age: He appears 18, and seems to act 15, but due to his shape-shifting ability, it's unknown if that's his real age, and what his real age is if it isn't.
Race: Unknown; Although he appears human, and is at least half-human, he seems to be a shape-shifter of some kind.
Genetics: Born a Bio-Weapon, although half-natural, as if that matters.
Appearance:
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Important items:
Weapons:
A very special Flintlock designed by Arron's Blacksmith, Arms, specifically to take advantage of Arron's special ability. The eight chambers within the cylinder of the revolver was laced with very thin layers of eight different-colored sun crystals - crystallized solar flares from eight different colored stars and suns - by Arron's request. Due to not only being inside the chambers, making it difficult to make as it is, but also because said chambers are filled with bullets, these sun crystals, by their normal function, are useless. The bullets it have are of the same calibre as an ancient handgun from a lost planet's olden days. One of the bullet cylinders has a unique tip to it that is designed to fold out a thin crystal lens on both sides of the gun when that particular bullet is barrel-ready. But their function wouldn't be understood; it looks like a just a simple stylistic choice. In other words, in anyone else's hands, Helena is a useless piece of junk, a retro-relic firing pellets of lead that would barely scratch the armor of nowadays.
In reality, however, the uselessness of the gun is on purpose, a fail-safe to keep anyone else from truly using it but him. The purpose of the crystal insides of the cylinder is to color-code the bullets, the two lens serving another special purpose, to help Arron properly use his ability on it.
Physical Abilities: Competant fighter- While he may seem scrawny and weak at a glance given his teenaged appearance, His uncle taught him how to fight in the event that he had to defend himself. Moreover, he was encouraged to self-teach his undisciplined style rather than picking a more stable and known style such as Karate or Thai Kwon Do. It's more risky to fight without discipline, however the idea behind it was that it would make him feel more natural at combat than others, allow him to improvise, and generally allow him to be more unpredictable.
Where he REALLY stands out, however, is his swordplay. He became more of an expert in the way of wielding his two swords as opposed to fisticuffs, and fights with much more discipline in comparison. He wields both swords in unison, only sheathing one when he needs to draw out Helena to fire at an enemy. He keeps Teach, the bigger sword, over his head while Drake, the rapier, he keeps extended out in front of him in a position akin to the olden times of fencing, focusing on quick and precise stabs or slashes, keeping the enemy on their toes. The general idea behind it being keeping one sword doing all the work and having the bigger sword come down whenever a sword lock happens. Thanks to his Ambidexterous nature, however, Arron can switch to have Teach be the center star, his swings and stabs slower but with more strength and brute force to it, with Drake coming down whenever a surprise attack is needed. When both swords are to his side, however, the body facing the opponent, that's when he's serious about fighting. In this stance, both swords have equal focus and work together in unison, combining the speed of Drake, the Strength of Teach, and the mind of Arron.
Nimble and Agile- Putting aside IRA, Arron's natural gift is his agility due to his nimble body. While not necessarily fast in a practical sense - you won't see him winning foot races anytime soon - Arron is rather quick-footed, something less attributed to the speed of his legs and more to the speed of his mind, and how fast said mind can tell the limbs to do something. As such, the boy tends to be capable of dodging most attacks such as melee attacks from weapons. In addition, the boy has an excellent sense of balance to him, making him able to jump onto very small areas and hop off with ease.
Psionic Powers: "Internal Reality Amplifier" (or "IRA" for short, also known as "Reverse-Absorption")- The Captain's unique special ability, his trump card in the face of battle. While it's unknown what he means by "Internal Reality", the main function of it is to serve as an Amplifier. Simply put, Arron is able to discharge his own metabolic/biotic energy into any person or thing he touches by his own will, hence "Reverse-Absorption."
This ability works differently depending on what he is using it on. Because its pure energy created from biological means, it is energy that can adapt to properly amplify whoever or whatever he gives it to.
Giving his energy to a person would have their own abilities enhanced by this energy for a short amount of time. The strong ones shall be stronger, the smart ones will be smarter, the fast ones more fast, etc. Because it is simply metabolic energy, it will fade as time passes until eventually it's gone, your attributes going back to normal.
Giving it to an item, such as a battery, will make it be used as a temporary fill up, if not boost, of that item's energy. If the item in question doesn't have any energy in it, it will when he's done with it.
Giving it to a weapon, would change the quality of the weapon in hand, and provide them with special abilities for as long as he can stand the energy sapping. Drake would become denser and gain an electric touch to it, making it more durable with a sharper edge and the ability to shock things, and Teach gains a sharper green plasma edge. Much like with giving the energy to the people, Arron can't keep them like this forever and the energy would fade away after a period of time.
Helena was created with this ability in mind. Rather than giving out large amounts of energy to people, or giving it to his weapons for a period of time, Helena is capable of being enhanced and used in small bursts, the effect of the bullet fired depending on the chamber that it's fired with, the two lenses on the sides of the gun changing Arron's cognition of the bullets when seen through them, and by extension the power composition of the bullets from physical to elemental. (In other words, each bullet is 1 out of 16 different effects. Including a single healing bullet.) The downside of using this gun being that he has a bad habit of wanting to rely on luck for this gun, his own frankly insane and stupid form of making things interesting.
(For the sake of Fairness and in respect to Arron's love of luck, I shall be rolling an 8-sided die whenever I'm firing this gun.)
1. Plasma Bullet- Helena fires a blast of plasma at the opponent, no different to any other plasma guns in the galaxy.
2. Elemental Bullet- Helena fires a random element at the opponent. (If the die hits this one, the lenses unfold and a Second roll will determine which Element is fired from the gun.)
2-1. Earth Bullet- A burst of orange light shall blast from the barrel of the gun, said light will attract the stone and metal to it like a magnet and merging it into a single spherical mass of metal and rock.
2-2. Water Bullet- A burst of blue light that releases a hydrogen gas that, upon merging with the oxygen in the air around him, becomes enough water molecules to create a blast of water towards whatever it fires.
2-3. Fire Bullet- A burst of red light that, seconds after firing, combusts into a ball of flames and launches at whatever's in front of it in a straight line before exploding upon impact.
2-4. Wind Bullet- A burst of sky-blue light that explodes into a torrent of wind gusts, powerful enough to form miniature versions of tornadoes or hurricanes.
2-5. Ice Bullet- A burst of purple light that explodes into nitrogen gas, decreasing the temperature to sub-zero.
2-6. Electric Bullet- A burst of yellow light that essentially releases an electro-magnetic pulse.
2-7. & 2.8. Duds- *Click* Nothing. Arron purposely emptied out two cylinders to spice up the lucky factor of the gun, purposely giving himself a 1 out of 4 chance of failure.
3. Armor-piercing Bullet- As the name implies, it fires an energy bullet that, while lacking the calibur of regular armor-piercing rifles, is powerful enough to break through most metals. Most ship hull-level material are too strong to be broken even by this, but this can dent and perhaps even crack it, if only slightly.
4. Healing Bullet- A burst of green light that, upon impact on the body of whatever it fires against, releases a swarm of nanobots that are programmed to enter the body and heal any biological damages. In addition, the Nanobots would also be programmed to find and repair electronic damages. (Meaning they can essentially repair damages to robots.)
5. Laser Bullet- Fires a laser beam of intense light at the opponent, no different to any other laser gun in the galaxy.
6. Shockwave Bullet- Fires a ball of energy that, seconds after exposure outside the gun, explodes to produce powerful shockwaves. While this bullet isn't powerful enough to necessarily kill anyone, the shockwave produced is strong enough to blow away even heavy-duty robots or armored individuals. Perfect for crowd-control.
7 & 8. Dud- *Click* Nothing. Arron purposely emptied out two cylinders to spice up the lucky factor of the gun, purposely giving himself a 1 out of 4 chance of failure.
There are limits to this ability however. For one: The energy he discharge to objects or people are from his own metabolism and biology, his own natural energy given from food and drinks alike. As such, it is inevitable that the side-effect of using this to certain extents will be extreme enervation, exhaustion, and possibly dehydration and starvation. Too much may result in collapse, fainting, comatose, or even death. The more healthy he is, however, the more energy he can give off. The second limitation is the size of the object at hand. The energy he gives is far from unlimited, and there's only so much he can give at a time. Giving his energy to a wall would make it spread throughout the ship or building, which can be very straining to him. So the bigger the thing he's giving power to, the more difficult it is to give.
Body-alteration- Of course, his IRA ability can also be essentially used on himself, shifting and changing his form how he sees fit. However, Arron is not very fluent with the ability, and so there are limits to what he can change into. He can become other species of living organisms, but that's about it.
He can also enhance his body, make it stronger and faster by controlling and redirecting the flow of his energy. Of course, this too can lead to the same kind of exhaustion in the end.
One feat this ability gives him is the ability to alter his own field of gravity and oxygen, making him capable of standing on things without an atmosphere like moons or ships, and breathe in space. But like everything else, it requires a constant drain on his energy, meaning he can only survive in the depths of space for a few minutes before the field breaks and, well, he meets the same fate as anybody who gets thrown out of an airlock without any protection.
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Personality: If one had to describe Arron Falcon in one word, it would be...eccentric, or Odd, or simply insane. All three of these things can be associated with him in one way or another.
To start with: Arron is often seen as an incredibly optimisitc, and energized. He's often caring of his crew, and hopefully confident in their successes.
Arron has a very eccentric love for the theatrical, sometimes even over the practical. Having a fascinated love of the olden-style Pirates of yore, he has a tendency to both talk and dress like a pirate captain from the time, damn the consequences of wearing leather and cloth in an era where plasma weapons are a thing. He often uses classic pirate terminology, and invokes the pirate code... despite living in a time where 99.9% of people probably never heard of it.
"PARLEY!" "...What?" "I invoke Parley!" "...Parle-wha-I don't even...THE FUCK'S PARLEY!?" "Part of the pirate code, lad. A pirate invokes Parley, and we negotiate the trade so that we may get out of this situation fair-" Plasma laser fires his hat off his head. "...Negotiation's over, me guess." Arron runs off
Also because of his love of the theatrical, he has little to no subtlety when going for a target; his ship is HUGE and could likely be seen from a distance by any observation deck, and he doesn't care. He's confident that he and his crew would take what they want even without an element of surprise and takes a bow to their pillaging victims before running off with his crew. His love of luck and gambling goes into his usage of Helena, which he purposely randomize and even sabotages by adding two duds amidst the bullets for a fairer chance. Often times, he is singing classic pirate tunes, not caring if it's while in the middle of a mission, or simply while he's walking down a hall by himself.
Even against the odd love for theatrics, is his oddities altogether. Perhaps it's due to his abilities, or perhaps it's simply due to the constant exhaustion caused by said abilities, or maybe even a result of coping with the mental trauma of Edward's capture and execution, but either way, he thinks of things in ways that...no normal person would think on, making him look incomprehensible and frankly bloody mad at times. (See his straw twirls and lie-detecting straw during his interview scene for example.) He never seems to call any of his crew by name, instead giving each one a one-syllable nickname based on how he sees them. He is often in a bit of a daze at times as if drunk off alcohol, once again possibly as a result of his ability's side-effects, and can sometimes speak in utter nonsense. Whether it's because of something only he seems to know or see, or because of his brain being effected from his exhaustion, we may never know. What we do know, is that because of his abilities' side effect, Arron has an insatiable hunger for food, always getting exhausted at the thought of eating some. When energetic and healthy, however, and his antics become hyper and outright comical, perhaps because it's a rare case of feeling alive in the wake of his ability exhausting him so much.
However, beneath all the antics, the childish nature and insanity, lies the makings of a leader. While he is technically uneducated, save for the basic stuff Edward Marshall taught him, like reading, writing, science, and math, Arron has experience and that experience had led him to being street smart. He can strategize plans simply from looking at the situation at hand, whatever it may be, and can think up less elaborate schemes on the fly. His charisma and intelligence has given him some pretty damn good acting skills as well, often manipulating friend and foe alike into an advantageous situation. He has also shown to have a darker side of him, often making tough choices that may very well go against his own morals for the sake of his crew. (They ARE Pirates, after all.)
Background: Arron was a bastard child born to Mary Marshall, a woman who unfortunately suffered from sickness soon after Arron's birth, and Johnathan "Johnny" Falcon, a Bio-Weapon father, who seemed to vanish the second Mary was pregnant. For a couple of years, Mary hung on and raised her child despite her own weakness until, not long after he turned 3, she succumbed to death.
Almost immediately after which, custody of Arron was taken immediately to Mary's younger brother, Edward Marshall.
One problem...Edward was a Pirate.
Not just any pirate either, As the first captain of the Typhon, Edward Marshal was a name renown among intergalactic syndicates and the police all across the empire. He himself wasn't exactly the best pirate or the best leader among the stars, but he had the charisma that led to many people from many factions and many planets to join his cause, and their personal achievements and teamwork in turn was an achievement that was given to him. From all of that, legends arose about him, saying such ridiculous feats like him stealing a crown jewel off the emperor himself.
Even so, he took in his little nephew, raising him whenever he could, teaching him the basics he needs in life, trying the best he could to be the father that Arron never had. In turn, Arron began to learn of his powerful abilities, of which Edward was shocked that he had, since he and Mary were both your standard everyday humans, meaning he must have gotten his power from his Biological father. But he could not always control his giving power, which kept leading the child into an exhaustive sickness every now and again. While he admits he is way in over his head in regards of someone how to use alien abilities, Edward attempted to train the child to control his abilities, so as to keep himself from needlessly wasting it.
In his free time, Arron read the stories Edward had of the classic pirates of a long lost planet's fables. Francis Drake, Marshall Teach, Captain Kidd, even Captain Hook from the Peter Pan stories. Drake and Teach, however, were two in particular that he showed inspiration from and admiration for. But the one he idolized most of all, was the one he lived with for most of his life. Edward was considered something of an honorable pirate; never taking from the unarmed, never taking personal treasures, (though some of his crew might behind his back if they were valuable enough) and never actively killing unless no other option was available. He gave to his crew, gave to people he felt deserved it, and kept none for himself. Arron looked up to him, and dreamed he'd be just as great a captain as him someday.
Little did he know that that day came closer than he would have wanted.
It seemed Edward's reputation as a powerful pirate associated with rebels and mafias alike earned the attention of the Arsodian Empire's 12th legion, heading by one General Isaacs, as a threat to their authority and rule. As such, they arranged a trap which Edward set off, which caused the Typhon to suffer the full wrath of the Legions, leading to Edward's capture, alongside most of his men, who weren't already killed in the battle. Arron, meanwhile, was hidden away by Edward and kept safe by a few remaining pirates who hid with him under the Captain's orders, the weapons-smith Arms, being one of them.
After the capture of Captain Edward, his remaining crew, with Arron in tow by his own will, attempted a rescue of Captain Edward and his captured men, who were all sentenced to death for their piracy crimes and for their connection with anti-government factions. (Which they have no proof of, but claim they did.) Arron and company tried their best to stop the execution, but in the end, was too late, as Edward was shot down by a firing squad right in front of Arron's eyes just before the rest issued a retreat. Needless to say, Arron was basically traumatized by watching his father figure now filled with holes and burns, the blood pouring out as it laid motionless on the ground, and the remains of Edward's crew, all six of them if you count Arron himself, left aboard what was left of the Typhon, essentially working without a captain to call their own.
Some time passed since then, but eventually Arron came out of his room, a red coat and a 1700's captain's hat in tow, he began talking like the pirates he read about and declared himself captain of this ship. While the remains of the crew were...hesitant at first let this child, clearly somewhat deranged and mental over what's happened, take the Captain's seat. However, the remaining crew concluded that Arron was simply doing this as a method of coping with the trauma he had to deal with today, and decided to humor him.
Eventually, however, it was seen that Arron did, in fact, have the leadership capabilities reminiscent of Edward's own. It seems he looked up to his uncle so much, that he observed Edward's actions while sailing the Typhon, and began teaching himself how to be as good a leader as he was. It wasn't quite the same quality back then, but it was enough to make the crew recognize him as a decent Captain of this ship.
Throughout the years, he gained experience and street smarts from exploring the many many worlds of the empire. He had successes and failures aplenty, but each one gave him better understandings of the universe and its people, and made him smarter and more strategic as a result. He gained mastery of his IRA ability, and has made himself known to several factions and fellow pirates. Eventually, with all the money and things he's pillaged from others, he hired a certain company to make a giant classic shell for his ship, and a small army of miniature robots to keep maintenance of the ship intact while being manned by just six people.
The rest is History.
Theme Song:
It was around the time he could feel the ship shake from the additional fire Victor provided, the lasers and missiles that blew a hole in the ship's exterior hull, that Arron thought maybe, just maybe, putting them into a stressful situation where they'd be looking for anything and everything to fight back against the oncoming forces that were heading their way may have been, in fact, a bit of a bad idea.
His clever smirk immediately turned to a frankly goofy look of shock as the Victor's activation of the other weaponry of the ship, plus his pilot's spinning of the ship to attack a particularly larger fighter, ramming the Typhon into it, caused the ship to shake hard enough to knock him off his chair and land right on his face. Staying there on the floor as Victor explained what was going on to the bridge. One might have thought (or hoped), with how motionless the captain was, that he was knocked out, or possibly dead, (...It could happen...) but it seems he was listening to what Victor was saying as he rose up one of his arms, pointing towards the ceiling with his face still planted on the floor almost outright cartoonishly, and began to speak.
"...And those buccaneers drown their sins in rum, the devil himself would have to call them scum." Scratch that; he sang. A muffled verse likely due to dizziness and the fact that his face was on the floor, but a verse nonetheless. Without pause, nor without pulling his face off the floor, he began to speak, once again muffled.
"...First off, welcome to the crew, happy to have an AI on board, we have talked about getting one but by Poseidon are they expensive. ...As your captain, here's your first four directives." ignoring the strangeness of this situation, his face still on the floor, he raised his right fist, and extended his index finger.
"One, your captain designation is "Link"." He said as he began counting, raising his fingers one at a time.
"Two, as the Mainframe AI you have control over the ship's mites, so be sure to help Scrap by setting the repair parameters she adds to all the mites on the ship. Three, Target only the fighters for now but not all of them, save some for Hook and Scots, and when I give the command, rain hellfire on that merchant ship. Four, give you friend Jar a message for me." He stopped his counting at four, and proceeded to wave his hand as much as he could, given his position, making hand signs as he tries his damnedest to look sophisticated despite it.
"'Thanks for the fix and the AI, greatly appreciate it, but know there's a weapon in that room you must absolutely not touch yet: it should be a giant console with a blue print shown on the monitor, can't miss it. One more thing, for future reference and with all due respect: DON'T GO BLOWING HOLES IN MY HULL, YOU 'SHOLE!!!' ...Be sure that last part is capitalized, and ends with 3 exclamation points." He finished, clenching his right hand into a fist as he screamed the last part of his message to Jar, before returning to a mock-sophisticated voice and waving his finger as if directing his messenger, despite the AI having no camera to see him do this. Afterwards, he immediately placed his right hand back on the floor, and together with his left, finally pushed the captain's face off the metallic ground, shaking his head rapidly to get his senses back in order. As he struggled to get back up, he looked at the three, Sara in particular, with a nervous smile.
"Pain, happy with how excited you seem to be, but we don't have the money for ramming materials yet, and until we do, this ship is not a bull. So please, for the love of Uranus' severed balls in the ocean of stars, don't kill us!" He told her with a nervous tense to his voice as he finishes. After which he proceeded to dust himself off, and got back on his seat, waiting for Arms to give a signal to haul them out of the merchant ship with prisoners in tow.
Also, the following Crew members of Arron's crew are NPCs
"Arms", The Ship Blacksmith, Engineer, and Weapons expert
"Bones", Ship doctor, Tactician, and Scientist
"Tux", Ship Helmsman, Navigations Expert, Cook, and Brute.
There's a 4th member, "R", the Pilot and Cannon-man, but he's currently somewhere else on a mission by the Captain.
For you Jest, I spotted you still had Edward's head rolling in the backstory so just adjust that to fit with the firing squad (bit of overkill if they can manage that).
Here you go, boss. I believe everything's accounted for.
Name: "CAPTAIN!" Arron Falcon
Age: He appears 18, and seems to act 15, but due to his shape-shifting ability, it's unknown if that's his real age, and what his real age is if it isn't.
Race: Unknown; Although he appears human, and is at least half-human, he seems to be a shape-shifter of some kind.
Genetics: Born a Bio-Weapon, although half-natural, as if that matters.
Appearance:
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Important items:
Weapons:
A very special Flintlock designed by Arron's Blacksmith, Arms, specifically to take advantage of Arron's special ability. The eight chambers within the cylinder of the revolver was laced with very thin layers of eight different-colored sun crystals - crystallized solar flares from eight different colored stars and suns - by Arron's request. Due to not only being inside the chambers, making it difficult to make as it is, but also because said chambers are filled with bullets, these sun crystals, by their normal function, are useless. The bullets it have are of the same calibre as an ancient handgun from a lost planet's olden days. One of the bullet cylinders has a unique tip to it that is designed to fold out a thin crystal lens on both sides of the gun when that particular bullet is barrel-ready. But their function wouldn't be understood; it looks like a just a simple stylistic choice. In other words, in anyone else's hands, Helena is a useless piece of junk, a retro-relic firing pellets of lead that would barely scratch the armor of nowadays.
In reality, however, the uselessness of the gun is on purpose, a fail-safe to keep anyone else from truly using it but him. The purpose of the crystal insides of the cylinder is to color-code the bullets, the two lens serving another special purpose, to help Arron properly use his ability on it.
Physical Abilities: Competant fighter- While he may seem scrawny and weak at a glance given his teenaged appearance, His uncle taught him how to fight in the event that he had to defend himself. Moreover, he was encouraged to self-teach his undisciplined style rather than picking a more stable and known style such as Karate or Thai Kwon Do. It's more risky to fight without discipline, however the idea behind it was that it would make him feel more natural at combat than others, allow him to improvise, and generally allow him to be more unpredictable.
Where he REALLY stands out, however, is his swordplay. He became more of an expert in the way of wielding his two swords as opposed to fisticuffs, and fights with much more discipline in comparison. He wields both swords in unison, only sheathing one when he needs to draw out Helena to fire at an enemy. He keeps Teach, the bigger sword, over his head while Drake, the rapier, he keeps extended out in front of him in a position akin to the olden times of fencing, focusing on quick and precise stabs or slashes, keeping the enemy on their toes. The general idea behind it being keeping one sword doing all the work and having the bigger sword come down whenever a sword lock happens. Thanks to his Ambidexterous nature, however, Arron can switch to have Teach be the center star, his swings and stabs slower but with more strength and brute force to it, with Drake coming down whenever a surprise attack is needed. When both swords are to his side, however, the body facing the opponent, that's when he's serious about fighting. In this stance, both swords have equal focus and work together in unison, combining the speed of Drake, the Strength of Teach, and the mind of Arron.
Nimble and Agile- Putting aside IRA, Arron's natural gift is his agility due to his nimble body. While not necessarily fast in a practical sense - you won't see him winning foot races anytime soon - Arron is rather quick-footed, something less attributed to the speed of his legs and more to the speed of his mind, and how fast said mind can tell the limbs to do something. As such, the boy tends to be capable of dodging most attacks such as melee attacks from weapons. In addition, the boy has an excellent sense of balance to him, making him able to jump onto very small areas and hop off with ease.
Psionic Powers: "Internal Reality Amplifier" (or "IRA" for short, also known as "Reverse-Absorption")- The Captain's unique special ability, his trump card in the face of battle. While it's unknown what he means by "Internal Reality", the main function of it is to serve as an Amplifier. Simply put, Arron is able to discharge his own metabolic/biotic energy into any person or thing he touches by his own will, hence "Reverse-Absorption."
This ability works differently depending on what he is using it on. Because its pure energy created from biological means, it is energy that can adapt to properly amplify whoever or whatever he gives it to.
Giving his energy to a person would have their own abilities enhanced by this energy for a short amount of time. The strong ones shall be stronger, the smart ones will be smarter, the fast ones more fast, etc. Because it is simply metabolic energy, it will fade as time passes until eventually it's gone, your attributes going back to normal.
Giving it to an item, such as a battery, will make it be used as a temporary fill up, if not boost, of that item's energy. If the item in question doesn't have any energy in it, it will when he's done with it.
Giving it to a weapon, would change the quality of the weapon in hand, and provide them with special abilities for as long as he can stand the energy sapping. Drake would become denser and gain an electric touch to it, making it more durable with a sharper edge and the ability to shock things, and Teach gains a sharper green plasma edge. Much like with giving the energy to the people, Arron can't keep them like this forever and the energy would fade away after a period of time.
Helena was created with this ability in mind. Rather than giving out large amounts of energy to people, or giving it to his weapons for a period of time, Helena is capable of being enhanced and used in small bursts, the effect of the bullet fired depending on the chamber that it's fired with, the two lenses on the sides of the gun changing Arron's cognition of the bullets when seen through them, and by extension the power composition of the bullets from physical to elemental. (In other words, each bullet is 1 out of 16 different effects. Including a single healing bullet.) The downside of using this gun being that he has a bad habit of wanting to rely on luck for this gun, his own frankly insane and stupid form of making things interesting.
(For the sake of Fairness and in respect to Arron's love of luck, I shall be rolling an 8-sided die whenever I'm firing this gun.)
1. Plasma Bullet- Helena fires a blast of plasma at the opponent, no different to any other plasma guns in the galaxy.
2. Elemental Bullet- Helena fires a random element at the opponent. (If the die hits this one, the lenses unfold and a Second roll will determine which Element is fired from the gun.)
2-1. Earth Bullet- A burst of orange light shall blast from the barrel of the gun, said light will attract the stone and metal to it like a magnet and merging it into a single spherical mass of metal and rock.
2-2. Water Bullet- A burst of blue light that releases a hydrogen gas that, upon merging with the oxygen in the air around him, becomes enough water molecules to create a blast of water towards whatever it fires.
2-3. Fire Bullet- A burst of red light that, seconds after firing, combusts into a ball of flames and launches at whatever's in front of it in a straight line before exploding upon impact.
2-4. Wind Bullet- A burst of sky-blue light that explodes into a torrent of wind gusts, powerful enough to form miniature versions of tornadoes or hurricanes.
2-5. Ice Bullet- A burst of purple light that explodes into nitrogen gas, decreasing the temperature to sub-zero.
2-6. Electric Bullet- A burst of yellow light that essentially releases an electro-magnetic pulse.
2-7. & 2.8. Duds- *Click* Nothing. Arron purposely emptied out two cylinders to spice up the lucky factor of the gun, purposely giving himself a 1 out of 4 chance of failure.
3. Armor-piercing Bullet- As the name implies, it fires an energy bullet that, while lacking the calibur of regular armor-piercing rifles, is powerful enough to break through most metals. Most ship hull-level material are too strong to be broken even by this, but this can dent and perhaps even crack it, if only slightly.
4. Healing Bullet- A burst of green light that, upon impact on the body of whatever it fires against, releases a swarm of nanobots that are programmed to enter the body and heal any biological damages. In addition, the Nanobots would also be programmed to find and repair electronic damages. (Meaning they can essentially repair damages to robots.)
5. Laser Bullet- Fires a laser beam of intense light at the opponent, no different to any other laser gun in the galaxy.
6. Shockwave Bullet- Fires a ball of energy that, seconds after exposure outside the gun, explodes to produce powerful shockwaves. While this bullet isn't powerful enough to necessarily kill anyone, the shockwave produced is strong enough to blow away even heavy-duty robots or armored individuals. Perfect for crowd-control.
7 & 8. Dud- *Click* Nothing. Arron purposely emptied out two cylinders to spice up the lucky factor of the gun, purposely giving himself a 1 out of 4 chance of failure.
There are limits to this ability however. For one: The energy he discharge to objects or people are from his own metabolism and biology, his own natural energy given from food and drinks alike. As such, it is inevitable that the side-effect of using this to certain extents will be extreme enervation, exhaustion, and possibly dehydration and starvation. Too much may result in collapse, fainting, comatose, or even death. The more healthy he is, however, the more energy he can give off. The second limitation is the size of the object at hand. The energy he gives is far from unlimited, and there's only so much he can give at a time. Giving his energy to a wall would make it spread throughout the ship or building, which can be very straining to him. So the bigger the thing he's giving power to, the more difficult it is to give.
Body-alteration- Of course, his IRA ability can also be essentially used on himself, shifting and changing his form how he sees fit. However, Arron is not very fluent with the ability, and so there are limits to what he can change into. He can become other species of living organisms, but that's about it.
He can also enhance his body, make it stronger and faster by controlling and redirecting the flow of his energy. Of course, this too can lead to the same kind of exhaustion in the end.
One feat this ability gives him is the ability to alter his own field of gravity and oxygen, making him capable of standing on things without an atmosphere like moons or ships, and breathe in space. But like everything else, it requires a constant drain on his energy, meaning he can only survive in the depths of space for a few minutes before the field breaks and, well, he meets the same fate as anybody who gets thrown out of an airlock without any protection.
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Personality: If one had to describe Arron Falcon in one word, it would be...eccentric, or Odd, or simply insane. All three of these things can be associated with him in one way or another.
To start with: Arron is often seen as an incredibly optimisitc, and energized. He's often caring of his crew, and hopefully confident in their successes.
Arron has a very eccentric love for the theatrical, sometimes even over the practical. Having a fascinated love of the olden-style Pirates of yore, he has a tendency to both talk and dress like a pirate captain from the time, damn the consequences of wearing leather and cloth in an era where plasma weapons are a thing. He often uses classic pirate terminology, and invokes the pirate code... despite living in a time where 99.9% of people probably never heard of it.
"PARLEY!" "...What?" "I invoke Parley!" "...Parle-wha-I don't even...THE FUCK'S PARLEY!?" "Part of the pirate code, lad. A pirate invokes Parley, and we negotiate the trade so that we may get out of this situation fair-" Plasma laser fires his hat off his head. "...Negotiation's over, me guess." Arron runs off
Also because of his love of the theatrical, he has little to no subtlety when going for a target; his ship is HUGE and could likely be seen from a distance by any observation deck, and he doesn't care. He's confident that he and his crew would take what they want even without an element of surprise and takes a bow to their pillaging victims before running off with his crew. His love of luck and gambling goes into his usage of Helena, which he purposely randomize and even sabotages by adding two duds amidst the bullets for a fairer chance. Often times, he is singing classic pirate tunes, not caring if it's while in the middle of a mission, or simply while he's walking down a hall by himself.
Even against the odd love for theatrics, is his oddities altogether. Perhaps it's due to his abilities, or perhaps it's simply due to the constant exhaustion caused by said abilities, or maybe even a result of coping with the mental trauma of Edward's capture and execution, but either way, he thinks of things in ways that...no normal person would think on, making him look incomprehensible and frankly bloody mad at times. (See his straw twirls and lie-detecting straw during his interview scene for example.) He never seems to call any of his crew by name, instead giving each one a one-syllable nickname based on how he sees them. He is often in a bit of a daze at times as if drunk off alcohol, once again possibly as a result of his ability's side-effects, and can sometimes speak in utter nonsense. Whether it's because of something only he seems to know or see, or because of his brain being effected from his exhaustion, we may never know. What we do know, is that because of his abilities' side effect, Arron has an insatiable hunger for food, always getting exhausted at the thought of eating some. When energetic and healthy, however, and his antics become hyper and outright comical, perhaps because it's a rare case of feeling alive in the wake of his ability exhausting him so much.
However, beneath all the antics, the childish nature and insanity, lies the makings of a leader. While he is technically uneducated, save for the basic stuff Edward Marshall taught him, like reading, writing, science, and math, Arron has experience and that experience had led him to being street smart. He can strategize plans simply from looking at the situation at hand, whatever it may be, and can think up less elaborate schemes on the fly. His charisma and intelligence has given him some pretty damn good acting skills as well, often manipulating friend and foe alike into an advantageous situation. He has also shown to have a darker side of him, often making tough choices that may very well go against his own morals for the sake of his crew. (They ARE Pirates, after all.)
Background: Arron was a bastard child born to Mary Marshall, a woman who unfortunately suffered from sickness soon after Arron's birth, and Johnathan "Johnny" Falcon, a Bio-Weapon father, who seemed to vanish the second Mary was pregnant. For a couple of years, Mary hung on and raised her child despite her own weakness until, not long after he turned 3, she succumbed to death.
Almost immediately after which, custody of Arron was taken immediately to Mary's younger brother, Edward Marshall.
One problem...Edward was a Pirate.
Not just any pirate either, As the first captain of the Typhon, Edward Marshal was a name renown among intergalactic syndicates and the police all across the empire. He himself wasn't exactly the best pirate or the best leader among the stars, but he had the charisma that led to many people from many factions and many planets to join his cause, and their personal achievements and teamwork in turn was an achievement that was given to him. From all of that, legends arose about him, saying such ridiculous feats like him stealing a crown jewel off the emperor himself.
Even so, he took in his little nephew, raising him whenever he could, teaching him the basics he needs in life, trying the best he could to be the father that Arron never had. In turn, Arron began to learn of his powerful abilities, of which Edward was shocked that he had, since he and Mary were both your standard everyday humans, meaning he must have gotten his power from his Biological father. But he could not always control his giving power, which kept leading the child into an exhaustive sickness every now and again. While he admits he is way in over his head in regards of someone how to use alien abilities, Edward attempted to train the child to control his abilities, so as to keep himself from needlessly wasting it.
In his free time, Arron read the stories Edward had of the classic pirates of a long lost planet's fables. Francis Drake, Marshall Teach, Captain Kidd, even Captain Hook from the Peter Pan stories. Drake and Teach, however, were two in particular that he showed inspiration from and admiration for. But the one he idolized most of all, was the one he lived with for most of his life. Edward was considered something of an honorable pirate; never taking from the unarmed, never taking personal treasures, (though some of his crew might behind his back if they were valuable enough) and never actively killing unless no other option was available. He gave to his crew, gave to people he felt deserved it, and kept none for himself. Arron looked up to him, and dreamed he'd be just as great a captain as him someday.
Little did he know that that day came closer than he would have wanted.
It seemed Edward's reputation as a powerful pirate associated with rebels and mafias alike earned the attention of the Arsodian Empire's 12th legion, heading by one General Isaacs, as a threat to their authority and rule. As such, they arranged a trap which Edward set off, which caused the Typhon to suffer the full wrath of the Legions, leading to Edward's capture, alongside most of his men, who weren't already killed in the battle. Arron, meanwhile, was hidden away by Edward and kept safe by a few remaining pirates who hid with him under the Captain's orders, the weapons-smith Arms, being one of them.
After the capture of Captain Edward, his remaining crew, with Arron in tow by his own will, attempted a rescue of Captain Edward and his captured men, who were all sentenced to death for their piracy crimes and for their connection with anti-government factions. (Which they have no proof of, but claim they did.) Arron and company tried their best to stop the execution, but in the end, was too late, as Edward was shot down by a firing squad right in front of Arron's eyes just before the rest issued a retreat. Needless to say, Arron was basically traumatized by watching his father figure's head leave his body like that, and the remains of Edward's crew, all six of them if you count Arron himself, left aboard what was left of the Typhon, essentially working without a captain to call their own.
Some time passed since then, but eventually Arron came out of his room, a red coat and a 1700's captain's hat in tow, he began talking like the pirates he read about and declared himself captain of this ship. While the remains of the crew were...hesitant at first let this child, clearly somewhat deranged and mental over what's happened, take the Captain's seat. However, the remaining crew concluded that Arron was simply doing this as a method of coping with the trauma he had to deal with today, and decided to humor him.
Eventually, however, it was seen that Arron did, in fact, have the leadership capabilities reminiscent of Edward's own. It seems he looked up to his uncle so much, that he observed Edward's actions while sailing the Typhon, and began teaching himself how to be as good a leader as he was. It wasn't quite the same quality back then, but it was enough to make the crew recognize him as a decent Captain of this ship.
Throughout the years, he gained experience and street smarts from exploring the many many worlds of the empire. He had successes and failures aplenty, but each one gave him better understandings of the universe and its people, and made him smarter and more strategic as a result. He gained mastery of his IRA ability, and has made himself known to several factions and fellow pirates. Eventually, with all the money and things he's pillaged from others, he hired a certain company to make a giant classic shell for his ship, and a small army of miniature robots to keep maintenance of the ship intact while being manned by just six people.
The rest is History.
Theme Song:
It was around the time he could feel the ship shake from the additional fire Victor provided, the lasers and missiles that blew a hole in the ship's exterior hull, that Arron thought maybe, just maybe, putting them into a stressful situation where they'd be looking for anything and everything to fight back against the oncoming forces that were heading their way may have been, in fact, a bit of a bad idea.
His clever smirk immediately turned to a frankly goofy look of shock as the Victor's activation of the other weaponry of the ship, plus his pilot's spinning of the ship to attack a particularly larger fighter, ramming the Typhon into it, caused the ship to shake hard enough to knock him off his chair and land right on his face. Staying there on the floor as Victor explained what was going on to the bridge. One might have thought (or hoped), with how motionless the captain was, that he was knocked out, or possibly dead, (...It could happen...) but it seems he was listening to what Victor was saying as he rose up one of his arms, pointing towards the ceiling with his face still planted on the floor almost outright cartoonishly, and began to speak.
"...And those buccaneers drown their sins in rum, the devil himself would have to call them scum." Scratch that; he sang. A muffled verse likely due to dizziness and the fact that his face was on the floor, but a verse nonetheless. Without pause, nor without pulling his face off the floor, he began to speak, once again muffled.
"...First off, welcome to the crew, happy to have an AI on board, we have talked about getting one but by Poseidon are they expensive. ...As your captain, here's your first four directives." ignoring the strangeness of this situation, his face still on the floor, he raised his right fist, and extended his index finger.
"One, your captain designation is "Link"." He said as he began counting, raising his fingers one at a time.
"Two, as the Mainframe AI you have control over the ship's mites, so be sure to help Scrap by setting the repair parameters she adds to all the mites on the ship. Three, Target only the fighters for now but not all of them, save some for Hook and Scots, and when I give the command, rain hellfire on that merchant ship. Four, give you friend Jar a message for me." He stopped his counting at four, and proceeded to wave his hand as much as he could, given his position, making hand signs as he tries his damnedest to look sophisticated despite it.
"'Thanks for the fix and the AI, greatly appreciate it, but know there's a weapon in that room you must absolutely not touch yet: it should be a giant console with a blue print shown on the monitor, can't miss it. One more thing, for future reference and with all due respect: DON'T GO BLOWING HOLES IN MY HULL, YOU 'SHOLE!!!' ...Be sure that last part is capitalized, and ends with 3 exclamation points." He finished, clenching his right hand into a fist as he screamed the last part of his message to Jar, before returning to a mock-sophisticated voice and waving his finger as if directing his messenger, despite the AI having no camera to see him do this. Afterwards, he immediately placed his right hand back on the floor, and together with his left, finally pushed the captain's face off the metallic ground, shaking his head rapidly to get his senses back in order. As he struggled to get back up, he looked at the three, Sara in particular, with a nervous smile.
"Pain, happy with how excited you seem to be, but we don't have the money for ramming materials yet, and until we do, this ship is not a bull. So please, for the love of Uranus' severed balls in the ocean of stars, don't kill us!" He told her with a nervous tense to his voice as he finishes. After which he proceeded to dust himself off, and got back on his seat, waiting for Arms to give a signal to haul them out of the merchant ship with prisoners in tow.
Also, the following Crew members of Arron's crew are NPCs
"Arms", The Ship Blacksmith, Engineer, and Weapons expert
"Bones", Ship doctor, Tactician, and Scientist
"Tux", Ship Helmsman, Navigations Expert, Cook, and Brute.
There's a 4th member, "R", the Pilot and Cannon-man, but he's currently somewhere else on a mission by the Captain.
Most likely yes! However, it will take a hot second before we're that far in. If it makes it that far, and you're still interested, I'll be sure to reach out to you!
That is fine, I am a patient man, and have plenty to keep me busy in the meantime. ^^
Would it be alright if I at least PMed you what I have, just so you know what you'd be in for? XD
@Hey Im Jordan I have only one question for you: I'm well aware that this is based on the movie's canon, and so I'm aware that this particular being never existed, (at least not yet.) and I'm also aware that you are currently booked for now, as you mentioned to Duffguy, so I'm not expecting this to happen anytime soon even if it gets accepted.
But, is it possible that other Zordon-era villains could potentially be allowed in this later on (most likely much later on), such as Lord Zedd, The Machine Empire, Divatox, or, god-forbid, maybe even Dark Spectre?
Because in regards to the second and last ones, I just so happened to have some CSes already designed for them. (Technically one for Zedd as well, but since this is Movie Canon, and the CS was more designed for the show's canon, I'd need to modify it to fit it in.)
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