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This is much better than the last one.
THE POKEMON HYPE IS REAL RN

☄〚 G E N E R A L 〛☄

Name: Arden Faire
Nicknames:

Gender: Male
Age: Appears 26
Birthday: April 30th

Species:

Shiny Mega Rayquaza

Type: /
Ability: Delta Stream

〚 B A T T L E 。 S T A T S 〛

10 › Level ▐
60 › Hit Points [HP] ▐
9 › Attack ▐
2 › Defense ▐
8 › Sp. Attack ▐
1 › Sp. Defense ▐
4 › Speed ▐
Swords :: Weapon ▐

Moveset:

- Aqua Tail - Dragon Ascent
- Swords Dance - Dragon Pulse

☄〚 P E R S O N A L 〛☄

Personality: As a lateral thinker, Arden's approach to most things is slightly Machiavellian. he utilises manipulation and antagonism to achieve his ends, and he does it all with a smile. This behaviour is not limited to enemies, either. Often it is his friends that get the worst of it. Joking aside, Arden knows exactly when to drop the act and get to work. And when he does, he's deadly efficient. He has no problems cutting someone down if they stand in his way. In all honesty, he thinks of all hybrids as pitiful abominations of science that deserve the sweet release of death, himself included.
Nature: Naughty. Characteristic: Likes to fight.

Nationality: Middle Eastern
Language(s): English, Arabic.

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195lbs

Likes: ✔Heights ✔Wind ✔Pissing off his friends
Dislikes: ✖Isolation ✖Enclosed spaces ✖Being silenced

Orientation: Gives no fucks
Preferences: Interesting
Turn Ons: n/a
Turn Offs: n/a
Kinks: n/a

☄〚 B A C K G R O U N D 〛☄

Past:
Arden was created as a weapon.

The great mediator, the equaliser. The sky high pokemon. He had the blood of a dragon running through him.

He was created to destroy.
But he didn’t want to.

The scientists warned him that if he didn’t cooperate, there would be consequences; but Arden wouldn’t listen. He spat in the face of his would-be masters; decrying their cruelty, condemning them for playing god. He hated them, and worse, he hated his existence. He was trapped in a body that wasn’t his own. It was never meant to be. He was just a tool.

When his defiance became too inconvenient, a collar was put around his neck; one that would cause intense pain at the push of a button. They intended to train him with it… but he would not be tamed so easily. He tested its limits frequently, and in doing so tested his masters’ limits as well.

Eventually he was deemed too uncontrollable. Not fit for use.
It was a relief. He expected to be put down, for this hell of a life to be over.

What he got was much worse.

“The Basement.” One of them called it. Thats where they were going to take him. The wind around him whipped into a frenzy. Underground? No. No, never. I belong in the air, in the sky. Being on the ground is bad enough. Being indoors is bad enough.

A pulse of energy radiated from his body, knocking back everyone in his immediate vicinity. As they scrambled to their feet, Arden bolted down the nearest hallway. He didn’t know his way out of the facility, but he figured it was a pretty straight shot.

He was wrong. It was a dead end and soldiers were closing in on him, weapons drawn.

Another dragon pulse, and some of them didn’t get back up. It was then that one of them opened fire. A tranquiliser. They tranquilised him. Of course they did… he slid down the wall with a look of subdued terror, watching as the soldiers gathered around him.

When he awoke he was in a small, dark room, hands chained to the floor and eyes covered with a blindfold. A cruel punishment. They left him that way for 2 weeks while they arranged transport to The Basement.

Two weeks. And by the fourth day he’d already had enough. Had they implemented this punishment instead of the collar, he wouldn’t have made it. He was starting to wish they had, too. Since then he’d be comfortably numb by now.
When they opened the door to escort him out of the facility, his head was hung in defeat. The wind, once violent and whirling in all of his horror and panic and outrage, had become a gentle breeze. A white flag. You win.

They transported him to The Basement without incident, he didn’t even raise his head to look at the sky one last time.

TL;DR:
Arden was created as a potential weapon and thought of as nothing more than a tool. Being the rebellious sort, he often misbehaved and was subsequently punished. The punishment never really stuck, so eventually he was deemed too unpredictable and uncontrollable to be used by the military. He was to be sent to Eden City to be held underground. This... did not sit well with him. He lashed out and ended up being kept in isolation for 2 weeks as punishment before being transported. This took a significant toll on him.

Present: Arden is now a Bishop of the Byzantium Legion, having met Lacuna during the purge that freed him from the underground. He has a fascination with the vestiges of a society he was never a part of, often reading old magazines and books in his free time. Due to his past, he finds himself unable to express his anger easily, so he often lives vicariously through the aggression of others. Luckily, the only two friends he's ever had are with him, and holy shit are they aggressive.

When he's not performing his bishop-ly duties (skulking around, telling people what to do) or reading in the library, he can often be found on rooftops whipping up hurricanes.

Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Sibling(s): N/A

☄〚 P R O F E S S I O N 〛☄
Affiliation: Byzantium Legion

Karma: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Bishop, Underminer
Skills(s): Gaslighting, manipulation, assassination, espionage
Strengths: Clever and covert when necessary, ruthless and cruel when needed, compartmentalises, not easily swayed
Weaknesses: Hates to be interrupted, cannot fight well in enclosed spaces, doesn't take advice, low defenses

☄〚 A D D I T I O N A L 〛☄

Zodiac: Taurus

Favourite Colour: Black
Favourite Food: METEOROIDS, MOTHERFUCKER
Hobbies: Swordplay
Talents: Dancing

Extra(s):
He is claustrophobic.
Named after a mall in Sacramento, California.
He can materialise swords whenever he needs them. (Swords dance, bitches.)
☄〚 R E L A T I O N S H I P S 〛☄

Status: Single
Partner: None

Key
Hate|Dislike|Neutral|Envious|Friends|Best Friends|Romantic Interest|Love|Family

[Redsplendence ] Leith || “ARE YOU SURE THIS IS A GOOD IDEA?”
[Ashealath ] Atka || “I think she wants to fuck the ocean...”
[Ashealath ] Lacuna || “Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and saviour pokesatan?”

Release Form:
Death: [Yes.]

Body Modification: [ Yes. ]

Mutilation: [ Yes. ]
Dismemberment: [ No. ]

Transformation: [ No. ]

Illness: [ Yes. ]

Injury: [ Yes. ]

Fanart: [ Yes. ]
Shipping: [Yes.]
Writings: [ Event Only. ]

Description

This is much better than the last one.
THE POKEMON HYPE IS REAL RN

☄〚 G E N E R A L 〛☄

Name: Arden Faire
Nicknames:

Gender: Male
Age: Appears 26
Birthday: April 30th

Species:

Shiny Mega Rayquaza

Type: /
Ability: Delta Stream

〚 B A T T L E 。 S T A T S 〛

10 › Level ▐
60 › Hit Points [HP] ▐
9 › Attack ▐
2 › Defense ▐
8 › Sp. Attack ▐
1 › Sp. Defense ▐
4 › Speed ▐
Swords :: Weapon ▐

Moveset:

- Aqua Tail - Dragon Ascent
- Swords Dance - Dragon Pulse

☄〚 P E R S O N A L 〛☄

Personality: As a lateral thinker, Arden's approach to most things is slightly Machiavellian. he utilises manipulation and antagonism to achieve his ends, and he does it all with a smile. This behaviour is not limited to enemies, either. Often it is his friends that get the worst of it. Joking aside, Arden knows exactly when to drop the act and get to work. And when he does, he's deadly efficient. He has no problems cutting someone down if they stand in his way. In all honesty, he thinks of all hybrids as pitiful abominations of science that deserve the sweet release of death, himself included.
Nature: Naughty. Characteristic: Likes to fight.

Nationality: Middle Eastern
Language(s): English, Arabic.

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195lbs

Likes: ✔Heights ✔Wind ✔Pissing off his friends
Dislikes: ✖Isolation ✖Enclosed spaces ✖Being silenced

Orientation: Gives no fucks
Preferences: Interesting
Turn Ons: n/a
Turn Offs: n/a
Kinks: n/a

☄〚 B A C K G R O U N D 〛☄

Past:
Arden was created as a weapon.

The great mediator, the equaliser. The sky high pokemon. He had the blood of a dragon running through him.

He was created to destroy.
But he didn’t want to.

The scientists warned him that if he didn’t cooperate, there would be consequences; but Arden wouldn’t listen. He spat in the face of his would-be masters; decrying their cruelty, condemning them for playing god. He hated them, and worse, he hated his existence. He was trapped in a body that wasn’t his own. It was never meant to be. He was just a tool.

When his defiance became too inconvenient, a collar was put around his neck; one that would cause intense pain at the push of a button. They intended to train him with it… but he would not be tamed so easily. He tested its limits frequently, and in doing so tested his masters’ limits as well.

Eventually he was deemed too uncontrollable. Not fit for use.
It was a relief. He expected to be put down, for this hell of a life to be over.

What he got was much worse.

“The Basement.” One of them called it. Thats where they were going to take him. The wind around him whipped into a frenzy. Underground? No. No, never. I belong in the air, in the sky. Being on the ground is bad enough. Being indoors is bad enough.

A pulse of energy radiated from his body, knocking back everyone in his immediate vicinity. As they scrambled to their feet, Arden bolted down the nearest hallway. He didn’t know his way out of the facility, but he figured it was a pretty straight shot.

He was wrong. It was a dead end and soldiers were closing in on him, weapons drawn.

Another dragon pulse, and some of them didn’t get back up. It was then that one of them opened fire. A tranquiliser. They tranquilised him. Of course they did… he slid down the wall with a look of subdued terror, watching as the soldiers gathered around him.

When he awoke he was in a small, dark room, hands chained to the floor and eyes covered with a blindfold. A cruel punishment. They left him that way for 2 weeks while they arranged transport to The Basement.

Two weeks. And by the fourth day he’d already had enough. Had they implemented this punishment instead of the collar, he wouldn’t have made it. He was starting to wish they had, too. Since then he’d be comfortably numb by now.
When they opened the door to escort him out of the facility, his head was hung in defeat. The wind, once violent and whirling in all of his horror and panic and outrage, had become a gentle breeze. A white flag. You win.

They transported him to The Basement without incident, he didn’t even raise his head to look at the sky one last time.

TL;DR:
Arden was created as a potential weapon and thought of as nothing more than a tool. Being the rebellious sort, he often misbehaved and was subsequently punished. The punishment never really stuck, so eventually he was deemed too unpredictable and uncontrollable to be used by the military. He was to be sent to Eden City to be held underground. This... did not sit well with him. He lashed out and ended up being kept in isolation for 2 weeks as punishment before being transported. This took a significant toll on him.

Present: Arden is now a Bishop of the Byzantium Legion, having met Lacuna during the purge that freed him from the underground. He has a fascination with the vestiges of a society he was never a part of, often reading old magazines and books in his free time. Due to his past, he finds himself unable to express his anger easily, so he often lives vicariously through the aggression of others. Luckily, the only two friends he's ever had are with him, and holy shit are they aggressive.

When he's not performing his bishop-ly duties (skulking around, telling people what to do) or reading in the library, he can often be found on rooftops whipping up hurricanes.

Mother: N/A
Father: N/A
Sibling(s): N/A

☄〚 P R O F E S S I O N 〛☄
Affiliation: Byzantium Legion

Karma: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Bishop, Underminer
Skills(s): Gaslighting, manipulation, assassination, espionage
Strengths: Clever and covert when necessary, ruthless and cruel when needed, compartmentalises, not easily swayed
Weaknesses: Hates to be interrupted, cannot fight well in enclosed spaces, doesn't take advice, low defenses

☄〚 A D D I T I O N A L 〛☄

Zodiac: Taurus

Favourite Colour: Black
Favourite Food: METEOROIDS, MOTHERFUCKER
Hobbies: Swordplay
Talents: Dancing

Extra(s):
He is claustrophobic.
Named after a mall in Sacramento, California.
He can materialise swords whenever he needs them. (Swords dance, bitches.)
☄〚 R E L A T I O N S H I P S 〛☄

Status: Single
Partner: None

Key
Hate|Dislike|Neutral|Envious|Friends|Best Friends|Romantic Interest|Love|Family

[Redsplendence ] Leith || “ARE YOU SURE THIS IS A GOOD IDEA?”
[Ashealath ] Atka || “I think she wants to fuck the ocean...”
[Ashealath ] Lacuna || “Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and saviour pokesatan?”

Release Form:
Death: [Yes.]

Body Modification: [ Yes. ]

Mutilation: [ Yes. ]
Dismemberment: [ No. ]

Transformation: [ No. ]

Illness: [ Yes. ]

Injury: [ Yes. ]

Fanart: [ Yes. ]
Shipping: [Yes.]
Writings: [ Event Only. ]