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Published: 2017-10-09 22:20:22 +0000 UTC; Views: 2339; Favourites: 54; Downloads: 2
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oh my go dwhat have i done
what kind of monster
inactive again lMAO
“Arata is my name. Now…care to make a wager with me?”
>>> [ B A S I C - I N F O ]
Name: Arata
Meaning: “Fresh, new”
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height / Weight: 5’11’’ / 166lb
Species: Kitsune
Date of Birth: May 28th ; Gemini
Nationality: Hoshido
Starting Class: Kitsune
Beast Form: TBA
Full Body: Arata Ref
Weapon: Beaststone
Weapon Proficiency: C
Unique Ability: Evil Eye- Any adjacent enemy that engages in battle with Arata will suffer -3 Speed, while Arata gains +15 Avoid. The effect ends after the battle.
Base Stats:
LVL: 1
HP: 30
Str (Strength): 9
Mag (Magic): 0
Skl (Skill): 10
Spd (Speed): 15
Lck (Luck): 4
Def (Defense): 5
Res (Resistance): 7
Mov (Movement): 5
“Mindless mangy mutts like you won't last 6 seconds off your leashes.”
>>> [ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]
Type: ENTP
[ Cold-hearted, Detached, Neurotic, Cynical, Frisky, Pretentious, Deceitful ]
No matter what species, what gender, what background, whatever life you might live, Arata will treat each and every person he comes upon just the same. Unrelenting and aloof, yet a playful and arrogant man on the front. It’s hard to gauge his true intentions; most likely sizing those that are less fortunate to find him with a critical eye and snake-like tongue. He’s more likely to play with his prey than help them if they’re in need. Being very cynical, unless there’s any benefit to him in a situation he has a tendency to do whatever he feels like. Always one to speak as if he’s above others, as he truly believes himself to be some noble creature. Yet his actions are the complete opposite of such; the worst part being he knows it. His only positive traits are that he is quite intelligent and capable—the problem is persuading the man to take your side.
As selfish and egocentric of a person as he is now, he wasn’t always so heartless. His neurosis is a result of his past; some might say Arata used to be simply kind-hearted and intelligent. A calm and laidback leader that balanced work and play and kept in mind the happiness of his people. Yet at some point, the man changed—his way of thinking and moralities split in two; his “true” personality warped by his anxieties, fear, and desire to protect himself. A wall he’d subconsciously built up…is it even possible to break them down anymore?
Likes:
- Seafood
- Jewelry
- War
- Humans
- Sun, moon, stars, sky
- The desert
- Climbing/perching/lounging
- Challenges/games/gambling
- Festivities/large gatherings
- Fear
- Spineless people
- Grooming
Dislikes:
- Losing
- That wet dog smell
- Kitsune
- Being compared to a dog
- Having no control/trapped
- Sitting still
- Slimy, crawly things
- Inadequacy, being underestimated
- Ragged Clothing
- Empty pockets
"What I love, I destroy."
>>> [ H I S T O R Y ]
Within one of many scattered kitsune hamlets was a clan boisterous and lively. A true epitome of an almost perfect, yet imperfect village; his kinsmen were eager and loyal, his throne—already his for the taking. When Arata came of age and claimed his birthright as chieftain every clansmen and every relative bowed beneath his feet. It was a burden he was all the more ready to carry, and with it Arata began climbing the first footsteps towards prosperity and recognition. An ideal leader, not too strict but not too lax. Carefree but selfless. He’d always put the care and safety of his people before anything; keeping mind and heed of the human and foreign kitsune neighbors around them. Only dealing repurcussions and negotiations when necessary. A surplus of food, an agreeable monarchy, happy and loyal subjects…it all seemed too good to be real.
Because it wasn’t.
Apparently the monarchy of his village wasn’t truly so agreeable. His clan was always derived of closely knit families that followed one rule. That rule being the most powerful and influential family of kitsunes: currently Arata’s bloodline. Though the majority of kitsunes were full and content, there were always those born with a lust for power, hidden beneath their flattering masks. By tradition, if there were ever a family in the clan that was able to overthrow the current chieftain, that throne would be ripe for the taking. So then had Arata found himself detained. Thrust upon with a knife on the flat of his unguarded back by one of his trusted retainers. His family’s line had assumed the throne for many generations, but it had to be him this time, didn’t it? It had to be Arata who failed his family, who relinquished his people, but maybe…just maybe they would shun the name of those who betrayed him? After all, this entire clan had much to owe to the generations before him.
Through the dirt walls and mossy floor of his buried prison, his face and fur matted with crusted blood, he could one day hear the people singing…
…but they did not chant his name. They chanted the names of those who befell him. Arata’s name and bloodline, completely slandered and dragged along in the dirt, only minutes before his ears rung with the sound of fighting. Screaming. Crying help and usurpation from their lungs. Arata listened to the familiar voices of his blood relatives die out one by one, alone in the walls of his earthen prison. A broken record long left on repeat. After that came an almost endless period of silence. So long, he could hardly remember the days. He could only recall countless nights of talking to someone else…talking to someone that wasn’t there. He was alone after all...or was it himself? It didn’t feel like him. It sounded like his voice, but it wasn’t him…was it? Or was he just imagining things and went crazy after all?
“You are me.”
Maddened by the dark chamber of his prison, he raked his nails night after night against the walls long enough the kitsune was able to escape by burrowing. Finally, Arata was free. His fingers were caked with dirt and blood, body worn with fatigue and dehydration simply because his wardens stopped caring. Even when one of his eyes were hardly functioning; he saw his world shatter in two. Walking upon the arid plains near the village he grew up in, spent many years in, spilled tears and blood for—suddenly it was gone. Ravaged from the roots of grass to the surface. Bodies and belongings littered the surface. Everything he knew, loved, hated... all pillaged. And when Arata slowly ventured forth and examined the ashes, he felt nothing, scoffed, and continued on.
“A worthy end for a clan of tyrants.”
The single kitsune gathered whatever supplies he could, bandaged his wounds and set off without another word. When he exposed himself to the world this time, he set about it with different eyes…and he felt lighter. Happier with the freedom to care only for himself—live only for himself. He grew drunk off the excitement of manipulating others—hurt them just like he was hurt once. Even the tiniest amount made Arata feel better…stronger…he felt safe, secure. Though he resolved to live selfishly, he could not help but involve himself with others, simply because they were so interesting. Life was dull and boring without event, so when the flames of war caught his eyes Arata was beyond pleased. The heat and sight of battle? How exciting! He would get to watch and deal carnage all the same…and against the mysterious Nohrians? He’d never seen one of them before, and he wondered just how different they might be? What amount of trials could they entertain him with?
“What’s more valuable? Your life…or those close to you?”
>>> [ S U P P O R T ]
Himself
Akane
Support B
"Partner in crime, gambling buddy. I've made many a coin and you have my thanks. Live a little, will you?"
Fuyuki
Support B
"The only reason I'm not filthy rich right now is because this decrepit exists. Die already, won't you?"
(hit me up if ur feeling risky)
"Tell me, what is it like? It must be difficult to be so chronically stupid."
>>> [ T R I V I A ]
- Strategic and more of a brainy person than brawny, Arata will always rely on speed and dirty tactics to subdue a stronger opponent. He hardly picks fights he cannot win, but that doesn't stop his mouth from running
- Tends to talk to himself; a result of his dissociative personality disorder. Also suffers from memory loss where he always has trouble placing names to faces
- In accordance to his disorder, he is constantly "possessed" (under effects of 2nd persona). His current persona is the split one and his old, real personality is buried in his consciousness. He is self aware but accepts it, relying on the stronger, brutish entity. He is not at all likely to share this fun fact
- Can play shamisen and has elegant mannerisms
- Bad habit of smoking, drinking, gambling, and even stealing
- He can see out of his concealed eye but if it strains too much it will hurt; Light sensitive
- He will always gravitate to what's new, interesting, and he gets something out of it
- Always cheats at gambling; hardly gets caught; a master
- Inspired by Middle Eastern+Hoshidan; think Nailah from Radiant Dawn
- His arcana is the Devil
>>> [ V O I C E ]
Japanese: youtu.be/ZluD7CbbWno?t=34s
(Tatsuhisa Suzuki: Shinya Hiragi, Makoto Tachibana, Berkut, Noctis Lucis Caelum)
> Critical Quotes:
“Hush…the dead don’t speak.”
“Nobody will mourn for you.”
“Beg…beg on your knees!”
“You poor insolent creature…”
> Dual Attack
"Useless."
"Let me do it."
"Out of the way!"
> Victorious
"What a waste of time."
"Was it worth it?"
"The price was death."
"How unlucky."
> Supporting
"Put on a good show, will you?"
"No dying now."
"Is luck on your side today?"
> Death/Retreat
"Finally, it ends...I can see...y..."
"How misfortunate...I think some sand got in my eye..."
RP Info:
I do lit but let it be known I’m notorious for never finishing them. Headcanons are easy and quick~ Discord/Google Docs. Feel free to DM me if you want to do something because I am not active on the group server. I’m fine with any subject but talk to me before you assume anything
“Now ask yourself…was the gamble worth it in the end…?”
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Comments: 18
i actually hate olives
but i can make an exception just for him
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if u actually like him let me know, otherwise
/leans back in lawnchair
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You're telling that to someone who loves fucking ears and tails
AREYOU KIDDING ME
Also i love all your ocs shut up
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oh i know very well how much u love those
arigato
if u actually wanted to do something let me know, otherwise
/puts suntan lotion on
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//slides you my peach haired pupper
and no problemo, weeb
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chara I've been working on ever so slowly
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REACHES FOR U BACK INTENSELY....where r u my most loved bowl of rice
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But does he love you is the better question
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in my own words
he knows u exist
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at least he acknowledges my existence
//lays on the ground
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steps over u like the trash u r...
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