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|Clive Arkady; Putting the "punk" in steampunk|
|Topic Started: Oct 27 2009, 10:18 PM (309 Views)|
|Wil Grieve ✿||Oct 27 2009, 10:18 PM Post #1|
Saint of Fools
Full Name: Clive Arkady
Alias: The Painted Pirate
Birthday: Junoh 9
Elemental Affinity: N/A
Psionic School: Force
He doesn’t carry money around unless he knows he’s going to be purchasing something. He draws from the current coffers of his crew, as do many of the other pirates, so they aren’t often hard up for cash.
Items on Hand: A few odds and ends. His pistol, his sword, his pocketwatch, a couple pens, usually some forms of jewelry.
Clive’s combat style is often focused more on hand-to-hand combat. He has much training in this regard thanks to his Tritonian upbringing, although he was always told that his particular fighting methods were odd. While most Tritonians favor a style that uses their muscle and power to its fullest potential, Clive fights with very explosive, often unpredictable movements. One second, he could be standing completely still, facing away from you, and the next you could find him driving his heel into your stomach with Force-augmented ferocity. Despite his affinity for hand-to-hand combat, he is not an idiot, and knows that carrying weapons is prudent to survival. As a result, he carries a Hanshinian shortsword, made for swift, deep cuts, and a silver revolver.
Honestly? Clive has no idea where he’s headed in life. He doesn’t exactly like the idea of becoming a pirate captain. While he does enjoy being a pirate, and he does rather like the company of the crew he’s in, there’s just something about piracy that he knows won’t sustain him for his whole life. He has had horrible luck with women in his time, and he does hope that someday (soon) he’ll be able to find the one for him, so that’s probably as close as he gets to an aspiration. He doesn’t know if he wants kids, just a woman. Most preferably an attractive one.
Current Occupation: Able-bodied sailor on the Terror Moon. He also is the de facto leader of the ship’s boarding crew, should they attack another ship.
A quaint little room on a lower deck of the Terror Moon. He likes to display foreign weapons on his walls, as well as other bits and pieces he’s picked up during his travels. Looking at him, one would never expect him to have one of the more artsy rooms on this ship, as he also has decorated his walls with various paintings and posters that he’s found. Many of them are thematically macabre, or just strange. For instance, he has a large framed print of dead women dressed as the goddesses and posed to resemble dancers hanging above his bed.
His workplace is the Terror Moon. He is often either on deck or in the crow’s nest, assisting either the sailors or the lookout, respectively. When not working, he can usually be found in his room or conversing with his blood-brother, Jagger.
Clive stands at a healthy 6’2”, a typical height for his Tritonian heritage. He did not inherit his father’s bulky, overly masculine frame or the potential for such supreme physical growth that his race was known for. Instead, he obtained a lean, lanky, flexible body from his mother. He weighs in at around 140 lbs., mostly skeleton, but with a small amount of muscle. His physical inadequacy when compared to most Tritonians was one of the many reasons he chose to focus on his mother’s teaching instead of pushing himself to attain a godlike physique. Thanks to his Force powers, he can hold his own in hand-to-hand combat with his people.
He is one of those rare individuals who never seemed to have a blemish in his life, so his face is almost untouched in terms of disfiguration. He does have a single scar on the right side, crossing near-vertically over his cheekbone, with a good story behind it. It is about an inch and a half long and slightly recessed. The overall shape of his head is narrow, and messy, dark brown hair rests upon the top of it. Sometimes, he’ll allow his facial hair to grow out, and when he does, he can produce some kickin’ sideburns. His eyes seem to glow like radium during the day, reflecting the cerulean skies and assimilating all of his emotions into his gaze. His smile is mischievous and his teeth are slightly yellowed from smoking. His skin, for whatever reason, does not burn or tan. It is milky white, like a doll, despite any effort to change it. If he did, by chance, burn, he would erupt with freckles all across his shoulders, but his face would remain unscathed. Several tattoos are etched into his skin, with an overall theme of twisted fairy tales and fables. In addition to the tattoos, he has a snakebite lip piercing, half-inch gauges in both ears, and a ring through his left eyebrow.
His voice isn’t particularly deep, but one wouldn’t be tempted to say it was high, either. His laugh, though, is like a hyena’s: high-pitched, unexpected, and a tad maniacal.
Clive likes his clothes to be dark. They match his hair and contrast his pale skin and blue eyes delightfully. For the most part, he enjoys lightweight clothing. It allows him to move more easily and with more fluidity, which in turn helps him with his psionics and combat. In the warm months, he tends to go shirtless, although his thin, almost hairless torso isn’t much in the department of eye candy. In the winter, his clothes are thick, but conforming. If he wants to look particularly devilish, he will sometimes sport a sleeveless black straightjacket, and on other occasions, he will go with the classy slim cravat with a dark waistcoat. He sometimes wears his sheathed shortsword over his shoulder, and other times at the hip. It all depends on how he feels that day.
Clive’s outlook on things can be seen as neutral at best, and at times he can be a downright pessimist. He likes to laugh, and tries his hardest to make those around him laugh, but sometimes he ends up falling on his face in his comedic endeavors. When this occurs, he first thinks about qualifying the joke, to make it seem less intentional and less horrible, but then decides to let it slide and move on. When it comes to the big important questions though, such as the meaning of life and his purpose for being put on the planet, his answers are mostly very final and realistic. For him, death is the end, he has no purpose but that which he provides himself, and whoever wrote the book of love never got it published. He sometimes tries to be smarter than he actually is, and it can be inferred from his vague musings when he’s in this state that he’s partially bluffing. Occasionally, though, he’ll bluff a gem of advice, and it is moments like those that keep his few real friends coming back to him for advice. Despite the cold demeanor he puts on for show, he really is just a troubled youth who has used the method of putting his problems on the backburner as a method for coping with his childhood issues. He doesn’t really open up to most people, possibly for fear of exposing his weaknesses, and partly because he doesn’t exactly feel the need to seek out help for his problems. While he may want to be a loner, he knows that he couldn’t exist without his close few.
Attractive women and the things they can do
Certain forms of art, including body art
Rare or exotic weaponry
To an extent, Tritonia
To an extent, his father
Religion (mainly organized)
Explosive, powerful movements
An ear for rhythm
Recovering from a loss
Releasing anger in a healthy way
Reading people well
Losing a loved one
On a subconscious level, his own death
Being buried alive
Grigor Arkady – Father. After Clive left Tritonia, Grigor poured his heart and soul into his position in the military. He commands 1,000 troops as a Sergeant Major, or the country’s equivalent of that ranking.
Rebeka Dores – Mother. A Luxarian professor of Psionics at the academy in Aribus, she decided to take a spiritual journey to Tritonia to train her body to possibly help her understanding of Force psionics. She met Grigor there and continually extended her vacation until finally resigning from the Academy and marrying Grigor, where she had her two sons. Eventually, she grew tired of the life, and upon leaving Tritonia and her sons, she decided that she should return to Luxaria to continue teaching at the Psionics Academy. She became sidetracked, though, and ended up in Arcadia. There, she got a job in a library in a small port town to the south, and she now spends her days indulging in fascinating works of fact and fantasy.
Adem Andrejs Arkady – Brother. Where Clive failed as a Tritonian, Adem excelled. His body was a prime specimen of power. He quit his Resonance training after his mother left the country in order to focus on his power, believing that anything he could do with Resonance could be accomplished via discipline. Sharing his brother’s unseemly milky skin, he was nicknamed “The White Wolf” after returning from an expedition in the Cynisca Sierras to slay a beast that had been roaming there for years. He now serves in the standing army, but talks have begun to get him into airship training.
He was the first son of Grigor and Rebeka Arkady, and as a child, he seemed to be everything they wanted him to be. He was sharp, an intellectual, an inquisitive child with a heart for exploration and a penchant for obedience. Obedience was key in the Tritonian world. He did what he was asked, he didn’t talk back, and he was hardly a bother to either parent. This was the childhood picture of Clive. As he began to age, he took a swift turn down a path his father was no fan of, but his mother encouraged him to do what he enjoyed. Thus, while his new brother Adem became their father’s undeniable favorite, Clive began to explore interests other than military and physical training.
He liked to draw. He liked to paint. He liked to write. He was a very creative youth, and he liked to tell stories. His father saw them as insolent, pointless, and on occasion, he voiced his annoyance to his son, but Clive’s mother was always behind him, 100% of the way. Adem and Clive would often fight, and if not for Clive’s height and swiftness, he would’ve always lost. This drove Adem to fight harder to be better than his brother, in every way he could. Grigor saw this fighting as extra training and allowed it to happen. Rebeka disagreed.
As young children, Rebeka began to take Clive aside. From all of the children she’d be exposed to through her life, she knew Clive would probably never be as big or strong as either his father or his brother. But she could also sense that Clive was special. He had a keen sense for what his parents wanted, even if they didn’t voice their opinions. This led Rebeka to think that perhaps she had passed on her psionic capabilities to Clive, so she began to train him. A few simple tests revealed that he was, indeed, capable of empathic telepathy, and after a while she discovered that when he drew, in his alone time, sometimes he did so with his mind. His skills were unrefined and lacked power, but she knew that in time, she could turn him into quite a psionic.
When Grigor discovered that his son was being trained in psionics, he ordered Rebeka to stop with the nonsense so that Clive could focus more on becoming what Grigor had wanted for him. Grigor wanted Clive to be more like Adem, and wasn’t willing to give up on his son. So, while Clive did have to submit to Tritonian physical training from that point forward, he and his mom trained in secret to boost his psionics. He discovered that he was a Force not long into training, and taught himself how to inconspicuously use his powers in combat. This way, when he and his brother were forced to duel so that Grigor could judge how well the training was working, Clive was still able to hold his own, despite his physical inferiority to his brother. As much as Clive tried to gain mass to fit his race, he could not. Grigor tried to work him harder, but Rebeka, seeing his pain, lied and said that Luxarian men rarely had large muscles, but were capable of immense strength either way. Grigor believed his wife, so Clive’s intense training was lowered back to the level of Adem’s.
Adem didn’t see how his brother, as slim as he was, was capable of such strength as he’d seen him exhibit. By spying on his brother, he discovered that his mother had been training him in psionics, despite his father’s dire warning against it. When he confronted his mother about this, she denied it at first, but then relented, and begged Adem to keep the secret. When Adem refused, she offered to teach Adem his own psionic potential as well. Adem was more than willing. As time passed and the sessions went on, Adem was disappointed to discover that he was not a Force, like his mother and brother. Instead, he was a Resonant. While his mother continued to assay him with reasons why being a Resonant was such a valuable attribute, Adem lost faith in the training. He gave up on the training, believing that anything he could do with Resonance, he could do with discipline. Regardless, he appreciated his mother’s efforts, and did not tell Grigor that Clive was receiving the training.
Clive was 15 when his mother left. When she did, he wanted to go with her, but his father would not allow it. Grigor was beginning to recognize Clive’s strength and wanted to see how his son operated, so he could not part with his son. Rebeka left her collection of Psionics textbooks for Clive at their home, and left to return to Luxaria to continue teaching. After that, Clive became bitter toward his father and brother, and started to rebel outwardly, causing a societal backlash on his father when people saw Clive going against his father’s wishes. He started to feel less and less like a Tritonian and less like he belonged where he was. More and more he started to hang out in Helanne’s harbors, where he met many sailors and became engrossed in their tales of the world outside Tritonia. It wasn’t too long before Clive left with no warning. He jumped on a ship with a sailor named Jagger, headed for Arcadia, and never returned.
Arcadia, he found, was a delightful blend of cultures, and he felt quite at home. He was fairly quick to ditch a lot of his Tritonian patriotism and values, and he felt that was for the best. He knew his mother was in Luxaria, and while he did plan to eventually go there and find her, he got sidetracked with all of the things he found to do in Arcadia and continually put off his plans. It was here that he spent a few years learning the ways of the world, and here where he picked up his liking for darker clothing and a more punk lifestyle.
He moved to a small, culture-rich town on the western coast of Arcadia and lived there for a bit, and found himself part of the city’s defense when a pirate ship, the Terror Moon, attacked. As it was a small town, he found that he was the most powerful psionic there, so he took his sword and his pistol and went to work fighting off the pirates. After repelling the pirates, Clive was seen as a city hero. This was at the age of 16, and this was when he first was exposed to the pleasures of women. He had always had a heavy interest in them beforehand, but had never been brave enough to act on it, especially with the strict disciplines of Tritonia and his status as a new guy in a new country. His town hero title helped him past that, but he’d only been able to enjoy one woman’s company before being kidnapped in the night by the crew of the Terror Moon.
The crew intended to kill him. His unconscious body was presented to the captain, but he was spared when the captain’s son, Jagger, vouched for the man’s abilities and convinced his father to bring the man aboard. At first, Clive was resistant to the pirate life, but he soon found that he was oddly at home there. Their devil-may-care attitude worked in tandem with his atheistic, life-has-no-purpose views, and it just so happened that his first friend from outside Tritonia happened to be a crewmember. He and Jagger, throughout the six years they’ve spent on the ship, have grown to be incredibly good friends, and declare themselves to be brothers during introductions. At the mutual age of 19, the two made a blood oath with one another, and upon visiting a psychic during a visit to Hanshina, discovered that the two of them were supposed to die on the same day. While neither actually believed the psychic, they saw this event as a symbol of their brotherhood, a metaphor showing that their friendship would not die until that fateful moment at 10:03pm on the 10th day of Ceptiem, 27 years in the future. They both decided to tattoo images of broken pocket watches on their shoulders, depicting the time and date that they are to die.
Now 22, Clive serves with the determination and remarkable will typical of a Tritonian, but the mental freedom of a pirate. He’s still out there seeking his perfect woman, his Elencia.
Oh, that’s another thing. Despite his atheistic tendencies, he still finds the idea of Elencia to be absolutely enthralli
Edited by Wil Grieve, Sep 7 2011, 05:39 PM.
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