Character Name:
Seither Arkune
Age: 41 (10-31)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: When you see Seither Arkune you will notice that he is wearing a black SES suit. Even though you cannot see his eyes, you will feel them stare at you. Through you. Analyzing you. His lean build body will seem both Lilith and dangerous. You will see no symbols, letters, or numbers on the suit he wears. It is black and seamless, thus it show the definition of his body as if he were wearing nothing. a gun is holstered at his side with a shoulder-holster made of a material tinted midnight blue.
A canteen is the only thing clipped to belt area of his suit is covered in runic symbols and glyphs and does not look to be for drinking water. You have no idea what he face might look like, nor what color his eyes or hair might be…
Alliance: None atm
Personality (one paragraph minimum): Seither is a personification of the Scorpio colony. His emotions, personality, and state of mind are that of someone born under Scorpio without any influence from the outside world.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): H&K MK299 .45 custom handgun loaded with aluminum capsule bullets. The bullets containing 2ml of super-compressed H2O each. When fired and hit any surface the super-compressed H2O will rapidly decompress into 7 liters of H2O. SES: Self-contained environment suit. A suit designed to keep its wearer in a self sustaining and sterile environment while in extremely dangerous and uninhabitable locations. Recycles air and bodily waste. While also providing sustenance to the wearer’s body through the pores on the skin for an indefinite amount of time. The SES also adjusts to any change in the wearer’s body. (IE you could spend your entire life in a SES) The suit is black and seamless the face looks like a blank black mask due to the fact the visual interface is a camera system. The camera being the entirety of the mask portion and does not give any hint of being more then a cloth-like polymer.
Combat Level (Average of magic level and physical strength. If you don't know what to do here, don't fill it out and the staff will help you.):
- Magic Level: 4 without Colony, 5 with.
- Physical Strength: 3 without colony, 6 with.
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs): Seither Arkune is a man without his own past. From the start he has not been in contact with anyone besides himself and the memories of past Scorpio hosts.
His mother being the Host before him. Who was a rebel scientist who tried to flee earth due to political and military issues. Escaping on ship of her own design, she was unprepared for the one thing that she feared would ruin her plan. Her pregnancy. As luck would have it, it was hallowing night as she prepared the auto-pilot sequences for her ship to take off. She went into labor. It took all her will power to finish programming her ship to do the next steps on its own. The process of giving birth killed her due to preexisting medical conditions. Her last thought would be what she in her heart named her son. Not before using the last of her strength to put him in a SES.
The next event and first event in Seither Arkune’s life was The Scorpio Colony infesting his body. His mind was made into one of an adult from the very beginning of his life so that the Scorpio colony could feed its data into his mind.
The ship landed on the celestial body called Pluto for what was going to be a diagnostic stop. Due to the fact his mother was dead, this became the ships final resting place, leaving Seither Arkune in perfect isolation. With the Knowledge gained through the Scropio colony Seither has been plotting his entrance into the universal political scene.
Enter he did, in hubris he stood toe to toe with those in power on the planes. Only to fall into The South as a price for his ego. For the past nine years he has resided in The South witnessing its horrors, now finally escaping.
Affliction: Scorpio host
Stage of affliction: Eagle
RP Sample (Depending On Combat Level): The rain dripped in somber silence, the marshy mud made the stark contrast between the forest and the fields of oil drills that dotted the forest stark. Not a single person had worked these decaying relics of a voracious greed that touched this forest in near cancerous machinery. A young man walked quietly, a certain mischievousness permeated his every step. He was here merely to see what scraps he could find in the abandoned infrastructure, there was rent to pay.
Step by step the young man approached his goal, a spring in his step, he knew if he found the right parts he could work on his music without worry for money for a couple years. Maybe a ramen noodle budget, but still better than not having the time to focus on his talent. The guitar strapped to his back was the only supplies he allowed himself on this expedition. Slicking in the mud, a slide to every step, something stopped the young man in tracks. A pool of crude oil, bubbling up from the depths.
For a moment the young man chuckled, maybe they abandoned the drills too soon. Knelling for a better look. Thoughts of black gold seemed into his mind, and gaining that lack of need or want that had stalled his musical focus so many times. Yet, a pair of healthy smooth arms wrapped around the young man. He could feel a warmth from the unexpected embrace. The hands dipped into the bubbling pool, gently cupping the slick liquid.
"Do you hear it?" a solemn voice questions with mother-like softness. The young man leaned back into the embrace, unsure of why he felt so at ease. As the feminine voice?s question seeped into his mind, unsure of what to make of it. They're screaming, my children from long ago. The wish to not be disturbed, was not granted? sorry? the apology carried a certain heart break, that the tone cannot be expressed in words
The young man's heart raced and mind buzzed. He thought whoever owned that sweet voice was completely nuts. There wasn't a single thought but escape as he violently ripped from the embrace, turning around in a manic spin. What he saw, did not register in his brain it was just too impossible.
A small sampling grew rapidly, sprouting the strong arms that held the leaves in place, becoming a grand tree in mere moments. A young looking woman leaned on the continuously growing tree, a gentle smile gracing her face. The young man look on in shocked awe. As pomegranates grew into perfect ripeness from the tree's branches.
The women clad in simple earthly colored fabrics, gazed into the young man?s eye with an expression between nurturing love and bittersweet disappointment. As she took one of the plump pomegranates and with impossible skill, de-skinned and extracted the delicious fruit inside.
"My child, if you want to sing. Just sing, I will hear you. I have lead you here, and with time more will come." The women sighed with a embracing smile. "All you have to do, is harvest what I give you." Her gaze did not break contact with the young man's eyes.
The young man looked over the women in abject shock. "Harvest, What now?" he knee weak from the broad range of emotions he felt just gazing at the impossible sight. A part of him believed he was dreaming. The power of this moment was reverberating through his very being.
"This" as she tossed the small fruit covered seeds into the air, which multiplied and flew in a wondrous wind. Each seed sowing itself deep in the soil of the fields. Groves of pomegranate trees grew rapidity all over what was once oil fields. The ground itself being revitalized. The women herself giggled lightly, as she disappeared. Her final words to the young man echoed through the new trees leaves. "Grow here, as the trees have grown, rapidly and fruitfully."
