Arthur Kirkland - England

[Arthur Kirkland]

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::Basic Information::

Name: Arthur Kirkland
Age: 17
Birthday: April 23rd

Appearance:

Standing at five foot, seven inches, Arthur is a short, scrawny bundle of anger, with impressive eyebrows. A scowl is his usual expression, and his bright green eyes are normally furious. His clothes are torn, safety-pinned, shredded, or some combination thereof and his gloves are always pristine and on his hands. He usually carries his guitar, Henry, on his back; a green, Bond Electraglide, which he found in an abandoned alley, laying in a beat up box on top of a trash can. His hands, when he takes off his gloves, are extremely pale, and the fingers are very calloused from plucking the strings of his beloved instrument. On his left hip, close to his rear, is a tattoo of a green dragon; the reason for this tattoo, he will never tell.

Strengths

[+] Quick thinker
[+] Tea-making
[+] Guitar

Weaknesses

[-] Cooking
[-] Has no patience
[-] Listening to authority

::Special::

For Humans

Occupation:
Attitude Towards Mutants:

For Mutants

Power: Decaying Touch
Brief Description of Abilities: Basically, it’s an everything he touches dies power; living organisms decay rapidly when he touches them with his bare hands. He has glands on his fingers and palms which secrete a chemical that decays living organisms at a rapid rate, which can be increased by anger or fear, but cannot be stopped. He is immune to the chemical himself, and wears synthetic fabric gloves to prevent killing people with a handshake.
Enrolled at The Academy?: Yes

For Academy Instructors (Mutants Only)

Power:
Brief Description of Abilities:
Subject(s) Taught:

::Advanced::

Personality:

On the outside, Arthur is angry and sarcastic. He is quick to anger and slow to cool down, refusing to touch or be touched by anyone. He is foolhardy, and a hard drinker, still addicted to his habits from his punk days in England. He is extremely suspicious of people, and wouldn’t think twice about sacrificing someone he just met for his own personal gain.

On the inside, however, Arthur is a very scared teenager, stuck remembering forever that he killed the closest thing to a mother that he’d ever had. He doesn’t want to hurt people, but sometimes the need to decay something builds up, which is why he so often kills plant life. He’s very lonely, and spends his time wishing he knew how to talk to people without being suspicious of their motives.

History:

Arthur’s past starts on a sad, lonely note. He was born to an extremely wealthy couple, who had no time for each other and certainly no time for him. At an early age, he was given to his older nanny by the name of Elizabeth. He called her Bessie once he learned to talk, and she was his everything, his teacher, his playmate, his guardian, and the closest thing to a mother he ever had. His powers settled in about the age of five, when she watched him, in utter fright of a large, charging dog, he slapped it and caused the animal to decay within two minutes. She realized what he was, and, thinking in his best interests, informed his parents.

Elizabeth was informed that she was no longer to go near Arthur again. His parents assured her that they’d take care of him, and paid her a large sum of money to keep her quiet. She immediately realized that they were going to kill him and asked to be given one last goodbye with him. It was granted and she went to his playroom, where he sat, wearing the gloves she’d give him the day before. She bundled him up and packed a bag, before stealing him away. It wouldn’t be until much, much later that he realized that his beloved nanny had kidnapped him.

They lived on the road for awhile, and Arthur was never happier. He was with his favorite person in the world, and she assured him that he’d always be safe and loved. Elizabeth encouraged him to explore his powers, but to always wear the gloves so that he never hurt anyone. Five years later, though, as they were driving, they were involved in a large pile-up. Elizabeth climbed out of the car, and looked back, only to see Arthur stuck and pulling on his seatbelt. She smashed the glass and encouraged him to take a piece to cut the seatbelt. He did and scrambled out, taking her hand as she helped him to safety. Once they were on the sidewalk, she looked down at her hand and saw the flesh decaying. Arthur turned his palm, and, with a gasp, discovered that the piece of glass had torn through the fabric of his gloves. This combined with his fear of the car wreck, was causing Elizabeth to decay before Arthur’s eyes. As she slumped to the ground, he hugged her and begged her not to leave him. She merely kissed his forehead and laid back, telling him that she would always watch over him.

Arthur ran away before he saw the ultimate end, running and hiding out in alleys and under bridges. He found a guitar at one point, and, following the instructions of the other people playing music in the Underground, learned how to play. He took a few shows at clubs, making just enough money to get by, and getting fully immersed in the punk rock scene. He heard about the Academy in Galena and, in a last ditch effort to do something with himself, gathered up enough money to make his way there.

Sample RP:

Arthur took his place on the floor comfortably, shifting Henry around until he was in his hands. This late at night, the music room was totally empty and had been for hours. He’d already turned the amps down, and had plugged his beloved guitar in, tuning it gently. With quick motions, he slipped his gloves off, relishing in the cold air around his warm digits. He wrapped his left hand around Henry’s neck, and grabbed one of his picks decorated with the Union Jack.

With a quick motion, he started playing, having no idea what was flowing through him. As long as it was music, it drove away the nightmares, drove away the urges, drove away the memor-

“Artie, Artie, grab my hand! I’ll pull you out-”

A high pitched shriek let Arthur know that his hand had slipped and yanked him from the memories. “London calling to the zombies of death . . . Quit holding out, draw another breath . . .” He sang softly, eyes sliding shut as he leaned against the nearby amp, eyes shutting. He was so tir-

“Mummy!”

He jerked again, this time cracking the side of his head against the amp. He needed sleep. And the bottle of rum under his bed was crooning her own love song to him.

Banana cupcakes with parakeets.

::OOC Information::

Name/Nickname: Sarah
Age: A breath from 21
Time Zone: GMT – 6:00
Experience:
-Canada – 2 years
-England – 2 years
-Denmark – 1 year
-Monaco – 1 year
Contact Info:
Chatango – ImperialPirate
Skype – sarah.jean.snow
MSN – [e-mail]
AIM – fitzsexbombdarcy

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