Arcain

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Arc
Arcain

AGE
Looks 14
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
Night Puppet--Electric Spirit
ALLEGIANCE
Depends on Puppet Master
RANK
Depends on Puppet Master

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APPEARANCE
Arcane is about the average height of any other 14-year old, though he is nearing the shorter end of it.the scale. He is also surprisingly light compared to the average teenager. Even with his skinny, flexible, somewhat muscled frame, it is still an unnatural. He is very lithe. Then again, he is not a natural born being. His skin is practically ice cold, due to the fact that his body doesn't seem to generate its own body heat. It is a very pale shade of gray, almost white, and makes him seem rather vampire-like, though this is not the case. It is perfectly smooth, and also rather hard--too hard to be regular flesh, if it could be called that. However, it is not completely like stone because it is soft to a certain, very small degree; more like almost dried clay. Why? The truth is, Arcain isn't human, as much as he looks like one. He isn't even an actual "demon", not like an incubus or a vampire. No, he fits under the category of a Night Puppet, a mere spirit contained in some sort of body.

His hair is sleek, shiny, well-groomed, and lustrous. Black in color, it hangs down in different sized spikes. The fringe hangs down, about an inch or two past eye level. The sides curl in slightly. He could pass for a teenage, male model, with such a flawless body. Spoiling the youthful affect of everything else on his being, his eyes ruin this adolescent image. They are a very dull-shade of yellow, nearing steel gray. However, they are very intense, and look as though they've seen far more than his person suggests--which he has. His eyes seem to grow brighter in color depending on what he's feeling and how strong the emotion is, until it seems like liquid gold. Don't be fooled by this human-like appearance though. This particular Night Puppet has the form of a robot. He is made from an odd kind of metal, for it seems more flesh-like than any other, and yet still retains a sturdiness comparable to that of steel. That is, waterproof, anti-rust, and nearly un-meltable steel.

Now, for the less human parts. Just under his shoulder blades, a metal skeleton of a wing extends outwards. The part that catches the air--the leathery part of a bat's wing--is made of a sturdy material, a blend between canvas and metal. These wings can retract into his body. When they're outside though, he can fold them in very tightly. Also, being a robot, Arcain doesn't have blood. And so, whenever something does pierce his "skin", nothing happens. Very much like when a corpse is cut by something. However, there may also be a faint aura radiating from his spirit while it inhabits this body.

As for his clothing, Arcain always wears a tight fighting black sleeveless shirt, it's collar is high, wrapping around most of his neck. It emphasizes his thinness, yet also ugiving off an air of refined strength. His pants, also black, camouflages with his shirt. It is a bit long, and had it not been for the shoes--also black--would probably touch the floor. Two metal chains wrap around his waist, where his pants start. He also wears a silver-gray jacket which are quite loose. They are also rather short for an actual jacket, only reaching a little bit past his torso. The sleeves are long, and the collar wide. It has a black outline tracing the edges. The inside is a dark red, as is the collar and some other buckles on the sleeves.
PERSONALITY
Calm, cool, and collected. Arcain always keeps a tight reign on his emotions and thoughts. He never seems to lose his temper, or lash out in anger, no matter what the situation may be. Usually his face remains utterly blank and impassive of any emotion, except for the occasional telltale sign. Very reserved, he prefers his own company above all others, and is not one to use many words. He doesn't stall, and cuts directly to the point when he does talk. He's blunt. However, this is not to say that he's rude. He keeps most of his thoughts to himself. When he talks though, most people tend to listen because of his logic and reasoning. This also makes him a very good liar. Persuasive, unreadable, and nonchalant--it makes it immensely difficult to tell when he's lying or telling the truth.

He keeps to himself, and normally remains rather detached from everything and everyone, keeping himself secluded. Most of the things that he had valued had already disappeared over time after he had died--a lot could change in 100 years. Besides, being dead put a lot of things in perspective. And so, Arcain is pretty impartial about which army he sides with, even though he had once been with Zukai, and displays no real loyalty--except to his Puppet Master, but he didn't have much of a choice in that matter. However, sometimes when he dislikes you, he will make it quite obvious, speaking dryly and sarcastically. While his reserve makes it look as though he has an endless amount of patience, this is not true, in which case he will snap at you in a rather rude way.

Arcain hates being confined or restricted, despite the fact that he does seem to particularly enjoy his current body. As a result, he hates being forced to serve one person against his will, and occasionally hints at wanting to be freed. If he does get freed, however, he will probably stay in the robot instead of going back to become a drifting spirit. At times he can be a bit of a daredevil, even when he knows it might not end well, but there really wasn't much to lose. His motto, before he had died, had been "Risk what you cannot afford to lose," so this is hardly surprising. And it's not like he can die again. He wouldn't even bleed if he got hurt, and wasn't affected by wounds like living things were. Quite clearly, he does tend to use this to his advantage, along with his many experiences over the years. He is quite wise.

If one somehow did manage to break through his cold exterior, they won't find something that different. He'll be a bit more open. Still secretive, closed-off, mysterious, and independent, he'll reveal more about himself. After you do that, if you could then somehow earn his friendship, then you can more than likely depend on him helping you if you ever need it for the rest of your days. Arcain is pretty reliable, willing to sacrifice himself for a companion. In a fight, he would make a valuable addition to anyone. He isn't afraid to bash the enemy around a little bit, or even kill them, but he is not cold-blooded.

Another thing: Arcain has an antipathy for being addressed as a mere puppet, or minion, or pawn. Basically anything that objectifies him. So a good piece of advice of keeping to his good side would be to treat him as you would any equal.
HISTORY
Arcain had not always been a robot, or a soul kept in such a shell. In fact, he is a lot older than his appearance may suggest. He had been alive once--not as a spirit, but a real flesh-and-blood living thing. To be more precise, an incubus named Raymond Belfore. The Lao had not even come around yet, and times were peaceful. The world had been in a lull, where no one could have guessed that such people would come along and try drive them away. To take over their world. Raymond was 15 when the first humans came. Soon after, the Lao was formed as more and more came. Shock and alarmed had swept through the world when the Lao began attacking petty villages, each target growing bigger as time passed. This led to the development of Zukai, consisting of many demons who were prepared to fight for their homes. Among them was Ray. He had spent a few years part of Zukai as a Scout. One day however, another one of the Scouts betrayed Zukai, informing Lao of their plans and tactics, as well as who the scouts were. No one knew who or why the one had become a traitor and stabbed their backs, but the result was catastrophic. Ambushes, battles, and sieges occurred, taking Zukai by surprise, most of them ending with their retreating. Many of them were caught and captured as prisoners and hostages. Among these were Raymond. They were interrogated, tortured, and locked in cells. Most lost hope of ever escaping or driving off the Lao.

But then Raymond befriended one of the Defenders, though they kept it secret from everyone else. After several weeks, he somehow managed to persuade the Defender that he had had a change of heart, and after being among them for so long, had decided he wanted to join them. And so, he was released and became a Private. Even at such a low rank, and most distrustful of his aims, his charisma eventually allowed him to "fit in". One night, he freed all of the prisoners, giving them instructions on how to escape. Alas, so many people escaping obviously alarmed the people of Lao. A few managing to get free was possible, they knew. But all of them? Naturally, they suspected Raymond, particularly the guard who had originally been friends with him. Before he himself could escape, he had been caught again by his "friend". The aforementioned Defender killed him by impaling him through the heart after realizing that the friendship had all been a trick, and also for the sake of the Lao.

Sweat and dust covered my face as I quickly staggered to my feet, not wanting to be caught on the ground when more humans arrived, but I could hear their shouts coming closer, as well as feet pounding on the ground. Was I surprised there were so many reinforcements? No. In fact, I would've been rather surprised if they were just going to let all their prisoners escape without putting up a fight. To let me free everyone and get away. At least they'd all gotten away by now. It hadn't be a waste to fight off the guards and give them a chance. Now that they were away, I could escape, had it not been for one thing. One of my wings were cut--I couldn't just up and away. Clenching my teeth, I ignored the pain from the cut on my shoulder as I lashed out with both swords, electricity crackling and sparking along the blade. I wasn't going down quietly, even if I was outnumbered by one, soon to be a dozen or so, or that I was already bleeding from several open wounds.

I heard a faint whistling, and whirled around just in time to deflect one of the Defender's attack. I turned my head to look around quickly, but suddenly one of the other human's shield struck me, knocking me aside. With a grunt, I felt myself hit the hard ground, the dual swords skittering out of my grasp. Blinking away stars, I soon saw that by now the other Defenders had arrived, and had formed a tight circle around me. There was no escape. Maybe I could still talk my way out of this. Gritting my teeth, I propped myself up with arm, when suddenly one of them stepped forward, kicking me in the stomach. With a loud gasp, the air flew out of me, as I fell back again, hitting the dust hard. He planted his foot on my chest, keeping me on the ground.

It was Leon. I stared up at him, too stunned to try to squirm away, gasping for breath. "What are you doing?" I managed to say at last, though it came out as a hoarse whisper. "We're friends, remember?" At this, Leon pushed down hard, making me wince.

"Friends?" the older man whispered, his voice nearly inaudible. His teeth were bared, and I could see black anger burning in his dark eyes, along with pain. "Friends?" he said again, louder this time. "Friends don't use each other! Friends would never betray each other. You're no friend of mine. And I'm just doing my part." There was a slight pause as he took a breath. When he spoke again, it was almost a snarl. "Maybe you were my friend once, but it was all fake, Raymond. You pretended, so that you could free our enemies. OUR enemies! You're a part of a Lao, and you let them go. It was all a trick."

Leon stepped off me and turned away. I struggled to sit up. For a moment, I thought he was just going to walk away, but suddenly he whirled around, his large sword glinting in the half-light. "It was a trick!" he yelled, and thrust the blade forward. An agonizing burst of pain exploded inside me, and I yelled out, blood bursting from my mouth. I looked down, and saw the metal sticking out of my chest. The hilt was only a few inches from my skin, and I knew that if I could look around, the blade would be coming out through me. My shirt was soaked, and the crimson patch was spreading rapidly.

I felt my heart thumping, slowing, and with each thud I felt another wave of pain. A groan escaped my lips, bringing up more blood. I lifted one hand, wanting to pull out the blade. Already my vision was blurring around the edges, and everything seemed a million miles away. I vaguely felt my fingers wrap around the blade. My grip tightened, drawing a thin line of blood, but I didn't notice. Everything was darkening. My hand fell slack, and my eyes began to close. The last thing I saw was Leon's face, staring down at him, eyes filled with an unreadable expression. Then everything faded away.

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Leon looked down coldly, though inside he felt like his heart was being torn apart. Blood was blossoming across the impaled figure's shirt. He could see Raymond's hand groping for the blade, and then grasping it tightly. More red liquid was dripping from his friend's--no, his enemy's--mouth. The fallen figure's eyes seemed dark, the light going out of them, closing. The raised hand slackened, and he knew the private was dead. The limp body was still in an upright position, held in place by the sword, head falling backward.

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And so he died, though he was never completely 'gone', as one would think. He became a spirit. Many years passed, mainly consisting of him looking on at what was going on, he became impartial to both sides despite the fact that it was Lao that led to his death. But there was no point in bearing grudges against people who would eventually die, most of which would rest in peace. One day, a Puppet Master had created a robot to become one of their Night Puppets. While he/she was channeling a spirit into it however, Arcain found himself caught in the pull, and found himself in the robot. While the body was well-made, there still was the fact that he was permanently ennslaved to the Puppet Master, who was not the most ideal person, until he was willingly freed from this bondage. It is not his choice to have to follow one particular person around, having to do their bidding no matter how unwilling he is.
WEAPONS
[Trident]
His main weapon very much resembles a pitch fork, but it is, in truth, a chrome trident. There are three points, each one tapering to a smooth, lethal point. The center prong is the longest by several inches, while the ones on each side extend down slightly. From the main shaft, as it breaks off into the two points, the bars that connect the sides are barbed. It is a thin weapon, like a spear. Also, the top part of it is removable. In this way, not only can he wield it as a long fork but also as a three-pronged dagger and a staff. Arcaine is quite good at using both forms, not just for close combat, but also a distance.

Being an electric element spirit inside a robotic body, he can still use his natural gifts, if not the power to take on three forms. He is able to give off a lot of electricity, often using the trident as a conductor, blasting things from a distance or charging his metal weapon to shock others when someone tries to block it. Sometimes he can create a storm using his power, and can even absorb the energy of a lightning bolt, even though it takes much of his energy.
Abilities
-He can channel electricity through his weapon, and can even shoot it from a distance instead of having to touch another to shock them.
-While wounds do not affect them as an actual being with real flesh and blood can be affected, it allows some of his spirit's aura to leak out, or even electrical currents. All the same, he is a formidable foe, for he does not weaken over time.
-Very enduring
-Having built-in retractable wings, he can fly long distances without tiring, or retract them on land for streamlined action.
-Has eyes that can zoom-in on things far away, like raptor vision.
-Is enslaved to his Puppet Master
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