Name: Arden
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Shinigami
Weaknesses and Resistances Arden is not so much a fighter with brawn as much as he tackles fighting with his quick wits, speed and stamina. Not a born leader, he stumbles and stammers over simple tasks and activities when faced with higher power - ie. captain class. He constantly looks down on himself, and can be rather lazy at times, thinking that the afterlife should not be one of hard work. I would like to say that he can be determined... but he isn't really. A cowardly, stuttering fool, he works better alone.
Powers Though rather modest, he has a head on his shoulders. He sees everything with a different light - taking odd actions and morals, he subconsciously thinks thins through - but stumbling and hesitation can be his foe just as strongly. Lithe, he is sinuous and fast as lightning, but lacks in motivation.
Personality Laid back, a crude individual with an opinionated persona - not much of a social man, but hates being alone for too long. Impulsive? no, not at all. He seems at first blumbering and idiotic, but under neath he has a heart of gold and ideas with great consequences.
Appearence see avatar... except for the fact it's in black and white... He has silver blonde hair that could be mistaken as stark white. Wearing a shinigami robe without sleeves as his uniform, he sports a tattoo of a black oak tree on the heel of his left foot. (In case you're wondering, the oak tree is symbolism of the 'Arden' forest - Shakespeare.) Standing at a slouch of 5 foot 8, he carries himself without poise. A lean, cyclists build he is willow-like. His startling icy blue eyes are often half-lidded, in a near constant glare of annoyance.
History Arden was killed when he was fifteen - but since then he has grown to the physical age of eighteen. Spending his time wandering the streets, he had it lucky - using his whimsical charm and brains to always make sure there was food on the table. He was recommedned to apply for the Academy when he got into a fight with a few gang members he had tricked out of some tempura. Thinking quick, they were down for the count before they curled their fists. A natural fighter, maybe. Willing, he is not.
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