Hey y'all! It's me again! That's right, Arbitually going to give you a November present! But first, here's the current OC roster!
Lie Jiyoon (Sin's Pastime)
Alexander Nighstallion (Shiroikage)
Everlyn Bathory (Fairy Lori)
Nakarash Akaradech (TitanOfStone)
Rebecca Xavier (Phantomwriter)
Sabrina Serafina (ShadowFalcon)
Shizuka Eko (HiroshitheHawk)
Hana Nielson (maicake)
Jessica Delair (sin's pastime)
Letha Papadopoulos (Fairy Lori)
Adrian Vendavel (Frozen Fields)
Nisa Akarash (TitanOfStone)
Jay Vrita (Shirokage)
Eric Ernehein (Defiant Darkness)
Philip Laurenzo (The Moyashi Beansprout Midget)
Sarah Bancroft (Phantomwriter)
Noah of Judgement (On hold/taken)
If you're seeing people with 2 character it is because they have gotten the Arbitually treatment of being first responders and being asked to make a second character, you know; just in case XD!
Anyway, for those of you who want to send me OC's, you better hurry! Only four Noah are left, Corrosion, Pity, and Bonds. After that I'm only accepting either Exorcists, Black Order Support staff, or Tamed Akuma. So if you want to send in your character, better be quick!
But now, here is your long awaited chapter everyone!
"So, could you please explain to me why all right of my highly trained generals all were having trouble locating the entrance to the base when it only changed weekly?" A very friendly and calm voice posed the question. The owner of the voice was a pretty looking chestnut haired woman with blue eyes and pleasantly smile. Unfortunately this smile did not reach her eyes, rather the eyes were icy and cold; the blues of them appearing devilish in nature.
The unfortunate fool who happened to be under the eyes' scrutiny was Ward. His form was shaking desperately despite his best attempts at assuaging his anxiety towards his uncertain fate. His single green eye tried to not meet the eyes of the woman in front of him, knowing if he did, his death would not be quick. He casted a small glance towards the seven exorcist generals who tossed him to the lion, they all waved white flags of surrender and held defeated faces of despair. He, out of everyone else, was the one with the best chance of calming down the beast... Or at least take the majority of the punishment.
'Got to be persuasive, charming, diplomatic.' Ward thought to himself as he tried to harden liquid nerves. 'Wish I had a drink... Or a smoke...'
"Ehm," He started clearing his throat. "Cassandra, considering the amount of time the eight of us spend at home base, even if Bach is the European General, the simple fact of know where the entrance's location, is not so much of a simple fact." He paused and took a peek at her reaction. She was leaning towards him intently. Her smile wide and welcoming.
"On average, we visit the main base at an average of about eight times of a year, for an average of about two days." He paused once more to look up at Cassandra. She stared even more. He smiled under his mask. "So really, the percentage of us actually knowing the precise location of where the base's entrance is very small, but also because of the fact the base is located in London of all places makes it just as worse. Most of us don't even have phones for the BOS to send texts or calls to tell us." Everyone stood in silence as they digested the large block of explanations that Ward stated. He turned around to give them a thumbs up... Only for him to tumble forward off the chair with a throwing star sticking out of his neck. Everyone, sans Renegade, screamed as the projectile shined in the lamp light. Cassandra still in front of them, smiling, but now a batch of throwing stars held in each finger separation.
"If anyone would like to give a poor and moronic excuse like Ward here, please do so now so that I can pick you all up and discipline you later." All the other exorcist generals could only stare fear stricken as a trio of tamed akuma marched into the office and dragged the unconscious Ward out of the office, while hitting every piece of furniture with his head. The door closed with a loud slam before the other seven were left with the Head Quarter's Director Cassandra Tanner.
"So... Who is interested in knowing their future protégés?" No dared come up with an excuse not to disagree with her. Very quietly, and very diligently, they followed the woman out of her office and into the Headquarters.
In New York, it was not uncommon to see a homeless man sleeping among the trash and filth of the city streets. Whether they were men, woman, veterans, vagrants, or others; they all wallowed in New York's filth. And with those men, came the despair and the crime. The city itself seemed to be under siege under an influx of petty and dastardly crimes. Pick pocketing, muggings, home invasions, kidnapping, rape, murder, and so on and so forth; these crimes became a festering ground for human filth. In the center of it, shaking with laughter in a small park, was a man wearing a white, green, and red plastic clown mask. His clothes however were very expensive looking, a costly silken white suit, black tie, and gold pocket watch chain looping from a breast pocket to his pocket.
The fact that he was laughing made everything even more strange. Or perhaps was it the mass of a man that lay crumpled in front of him. Arms twisted and pulled out his sockets. His shin broken through the middle as shards of bone laid around the mangled mess. Finger nails were sprinkled around him like monstrous pixie dust, or whipped cream on a bloody sundae.
"Sisisisi! I can't believe a guy like you try to rob me!" The suited man laughed as he began to squeeze something red and fleshy in his hand to try and stop his laughter. Despite the fluid leaking out of it like a full sponge, it neither splattered nor stained his suit. "Can you believe this?... I know, fucking insane! Hey, you gonna take all of this right?"
The mangled mess below did not respond verbally. Then again, it would be hard if your tongue was ripped out.
"Sisisisisi! That really made my night." The masked man sighed happily before suddenly grabbing the crying man's bloody face. "Listen, since you've entertained me for the night; how 'bout I give you a little something?" Reaching inside his other suit pocket, he pulled out a small black ball. "If you accept this, you'll get all better and can do whatever mischief and misconduct you want. The catch is that you'll answer to me and always be at me and my families beck and call whenever we want. Open your mouth if you wish to receive my ball?"
The muted man opened his mouth without hesitation. Garbled muffled unintelligent noises echoing from his mostly blood filled throat. If it could, the insane man's mask seemed to only grow even more demonic looking as a smile seem to from by the moon's shining.
"Say ah, and let the good Earl fly this plane in!" The Millennium Earl smiled before jamming the black ball down the throat. A muffled gag and cough was heard before the Earl extracted his hand from the mouth of the man and wiped it on the cheek of the same man. Then screaming, blood curdling scream of pain and anguish. Despite the damage done to his body, the man fell back and writhed in pain. Broken decrepit limbs trying to scramble around or claw at his throat.
The Earl could only watch in rapturous glee as the mangled human body began to expand and gray out. Flesh became bulbous and metallic at once. Bloating of the body began to occur as the legs began to atrophy back into the body. Guns began to sprout out of the bloated body and a pained expressionless face appeared from the gray bulbous lumps of flesh.
"Ah, never tires me." The Earl sniffed as he pulled a hanky and wiped a monocle that wasn't on his face. "Now, time to find more sinners or mourners who're willing to give up on God. So exciting!" He squealed before opening an umbrella and flying up and away. Behind him, the akuma trailed close by as it spoke in a garbled unintelligent tone.
"The devious me, came out of the sea, killed all the others, and then killed me. The devious me, came out of the sea, killed all the others, and then killed me. Sisisisisi! Oh my dearest brothers and sisters, why can't you be here with me right now?! THIS JUST ISN'T FUN WITHOUT FAMILY!" Then without further ado, a building crumbled under his rage as he breathed in anger. Then he began to cry, long painful wails that was heard throughout the entire shell of a city.
So how did you all feel about that? Liked it? Loved it? Hated it? Despited it? Tell me in reviews! But until you do, I'll tell all my OC character subitmmers this, I want you to send me a PM every other chapter once the prologue is over so I know what to do with your character. Reason being is so I can get a feel with how you want your character to act.
But until the prologue ends, you don't need to worry. But now, I give you the New Millennium Earl's bio!
Step 1 - Basic Profile:
Full name: Abel "Unknown middle name or surname"
Nickname: "The Earl" (The akuma) "Sinclair" (Noah) "Mad Clown" (His street for his crimes) "Headman" & "Ring Master" (The akuma who are in his circus)
Age: 28
Gender: Genderfluid
Sex: Male
Character Type: THE MILLENNIUM EARL
Ethnicity: English, South African, and Japanese
Nationality: Canadian (Bet you didn't see that!)
Religion: Satanist! Devout self made!
Sexuality: Aesexual
Birthday: Christmas (Yup, same as Ward)
Step 2 - Character's Depth
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 210lb
Hair Colour and Hair Style: Black hair gelled back into a well done ponytail that extends until his shoulders
Eye Colour and Shape: Wide eyes that are blue; vibrant and seems to grow with extremes of emotion.
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned skin, but mostly the usual pale skin. Extremely light gray when in Noah form.
Body Type: A very tall and thick body full of rippling muscle underneath his clothes. Veins color along his skin in thick batches.
Voice and Speech Pattern: He speaks very slowly when he speaks deeply. But when his emotions run high, he speaks in a high pitched tone and very quickly. His laughter is very peculiar, it sounds like "sisisisisisisi!"
Civilian Clothes: Really the change between Earl clothing and his clothing is nonexistent, except for the color scheme. Instead of bright colors, his human clothes is more subdued and professional. When he's the ringleader, he wears a stereotypical red overcoat and beige vest with a green shirt.
*Noah Outfit: Much like the original Earl of the older time, Abel wears a tail coat with a top hat. However the colors for his clothes are astoundingly much more brighter than the his predecessor. Usually in hot pink, bright purple, neon green, or other such vibrant color; his tail coat, vest, buttoned shirt, and slacks are never the same color. His top hat however stays the same muted black as the previous Earl, though his is without the ribbon the wraps around.
He wears white gentleman's gloves that hug his hands almost too tightly. Normally these gloves are often blood stained or stained in akuma blood. Along with gloves, a blank white theater mask is also on his face. This mask is either one of two variant. It is either tragedy, or it is comedy. The mask's face is either morphed in sadness, or maniac laughter.
In his hands in also a simple ring hooked umbrella, often swinging in his hands, and like the previous Earl, also used by him to "air surf".
Personal Accessories or body marks: None, except for his mask and gloves.
Step 3b - Noah Abilities:
Noah Name: Adam
Noah Representation: The Millennium Earl
Noah Powers and ability: Unknown for the Sword of Noah he pulls out from the Umbrella. He also is the one who still forms contracts with humans and sinners alike to make new Akuma.
Personal Background: Unknown, except for the fact that he was picked by the circus and has run it ever since he was 15. He stands as the ringleader and always has the mask on his face when he preforms.
Combat Style: Close ranged fighter with medium range capabilities. All data regarding the Old Millennium Earl and this Millennium Earl have been lost since the last raid the Earl made four years ago...
Step 4 - Character Itself
Personality: When meeting his human form, the Earl is a man impeccable charm and suave. Polite, nice, and down right a goody two shoes, the human part of the Earl. He donates money he makes. He treats people with respect. He never has his elbows on the table, and he always treats his performers right. Many a time when faced with injustice, he is the first to act against it. He defends the weak and takes in those excluded from society.
Outside of human understanding however lurks a monster of untold destruction and blood shed. His Earl side, or as many of the world know him as, Mad Clown, is a man who takes absolute pleasure in the skinning of a man. He has left countless victims, people, and animals with bodies inside out; outside in, conjoined to another, or painted in a mosaic of a wall. His sadism is near infinite, breaking a man's legs to the point the multitude of bone shards are shattered out of skin and making him walk before slowly burning him alive. He is the most evil of beings this world has ever had the unfortunate fate of meeting. He is maniac when he is in this state. Laughing, talking to those who he is hurting, and cracking jokes when in the midst of a battle.
For both sides of him however, he hates anyone who has betrayed his trust. If he sees any traitor, their fates shall not be pretty.
Likes: Cats, clowns, human meat, crocodile meat, acting, operas, anime, manga, cooking, musical performances, his Noah family, and ice cream.
Dislikes: Dogs, lawyers, vegetables, exorcists, traitors, rappers, the cold, the color white (it drives him into madness), Ward Walker, and the Black Order.
Fears: The success of the Black Order, his family dying agian, lonelyness
Hobbies: Reading, preforming, playing music, killing people
Examples of dialogue:
"Jump! The Earl says jump! JUMP DAMN YOU!"
"Sisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisisi, the Exorcists shall never know what's happening to them."
"Why did little Ward Walker become an exorcist? BECUASE I KILLED HIS PARENTS! HAHAH!
"YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU BETRAYED MY TRUST! YOU IMPOTENT, COWARDLY, CRAVEN BITCH! YOU SHALL KNOW HELL ON EARTH!"
"3,2,1~! I hope you exorcists are ready to have some fu~un!"
Secrets: When he was six, a dog pooped on his shoe. He has never liked dogs since...
Character Stats:
-Education: 4
-Morals: 1
-Combat Expertise: 10
-Ingenuity: 6
-Social Skills: 10
-Mental Fortitude: 4
*-Endurance Physical: 10
Two skills that you want your character to work on: Education and Mental Fortitude
Step 5 - Character Interactions:
How does your character react to conflict:
He revels in it, often times dancing in the blood of those he killed
How does your character react to ridicule:
He will calmly and easily, with a smile, run you through with his sword before skinning you alive
How does your character react to praise:
He will gush at you and try to act humble
How is your character when faced with defeat:
His rage knows no bounds as his anger flares up and he goes to cities killing people
How is your character when faced with victory:
He rejoices in everyway! Dancing, singing, drinking! He tries to get everyone to celebrate!
Your character's view on all things Human and Black Order related:
He hates it with a passion, he plans to burn all of humanity down and laugh as the screams from the puny weak despicable humans sing songs to his ears.
Your character's personal views on Ward Walker:
He and Ward, he knows, will have a mightly duel. Only one shall live at the end, and they shall determine who sets the world. In the end however, he knows that Ward and he are connected; and he hates him because of his humanity!
Extra: All of his clothes is made of thin leather made by human flesh!
How do you all like that! If you are disgusted, revolted, and down right appalled by the Earl; good! I did not make a saint, I made a devil! A devil I love, and will sure to make everything colorful!
So until, SEND IN YOUR OC'S! This has been Arbitually, seen you at Christmas!