Description

Sure, the Arcana may be the means in which all is revealed...but can it see what makes the cinnamon toast taste in cinnamon toast crunch??"

Name: H. "Heat" Faraday
Age/Grade: 20, N/A for Grade
Hometown: London, England

Appearance:


Extra: (theme songs, likes/dislikes, whatever doesn’t fit)
Fun Facts!:
- Heat's real first name is Henderson. Never call him that. Seriously.
- The G in Personaman G is for his gray color scheme and no real affinity towards light or dark.
- Heat still watches those old saturday morning cartoons from time to time.
- Personaman G resembles various characters from 'Tatsunoko'.
- Heat doesn't like admitting it, but he is fairly skilled at violin.

Likes: Bitter foods, seeing 'the right thing' done.
Dislikes: Overly sour foods

Themesongs:
Heat: "It's Getting Boring (By the Sea)" by the Blood Red Shoes http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEzKBUsyGYg
Personaman G: "Advice" by the Pillowshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqwcw3tsSKY
Fight!: "Strange" from the Digimon OST http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YJsdXwjSDg
Fight Harder!: "Threshold" by Sex Bob-omb http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5q9TmTRg0Q
It's all over: "Horrible Credits" from the Dr. Horrible OST http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tWbCZmYXvU

Personality

Heat is your all around rugged rough and tough guy. As far as he's concerned, he knows best.... Always. To top off his superiority issues, he has a short fuse, not willing to take any guff from anyone. Beneath that loud, abrasive and downright rude exterior lies a cunning tactician, however. While not especially bright, Heat is creative and cunning enough to think up strategies and plans on the fly, usually helping him get out of tight spots.

Tragedies in the past have left him cynical, as well. People are lost lambs! They can't do anything without a strict sheppard to tell them what to do! Heat will fight hard and would die for the things he believes in, especially if it means justice is brought. In fact, he'd do anything to see that his ideal justice is brought to the people, no matter what. After all, the ends justify the means, right?

Despite the cyniclism, the sadness, the anger, and everything, Heat still has some of that inner child left in him, one that still believes in the goodness of the world, that heroes like the ones on the TV do exist to uphold justice. True, beautiful justice. Somewhere along the lines his sense of justice became utterly skewered, however, leaving him with a twisted sense of it. The laws of the world were broken, no one was there to enforce them, meaning Heat believes it's his job to enforce them himself. Who knows, if things had been different, Heat coulda been one hell of an outstanding guy....

Equipment

Heat always has these 'upholder of justice' essentials on him at all times:
- A rechargable pocket flashlight. You never know when it's dark!
- A pair of cuffs....great for containing those he finds guilty.
- His cellphone, for contacting 'team mates and higher ups'.

Weapon: A metallic baseball bat.

Persona: Personaman G
Arcana Type: Justice

A true personafication of any young boy's sense of justice, Personaman G looks like something out of a saturday morning cartoon show. Standing tall, Personaman G fights with his iron-like fists, smiting those that oppose his justice. The color palette of Personaman G's costume consist mostly of an oddly dull gray, neither too black, nor too white.

Personaman G is a very all-around type persona, with decent attack, luck and dexterity. While lacking in magical and elemental capabilities, he more than makes up for it with a boost in raw, blistering speed.
Personaman G's abilites:
-Sonic Punch: Sends a blistering fast punch at his opponent. Light Phsyical Damage.
-Sonic Clap: Sends a small shockwave from the forceful clap. Light Phsyical Damage.
-Sukukaja: Boosts the speed of Personaman G for a little while.
-Heroic Stance: Chance of striking fear into the hearts of enemies! (Evil Smile)

Personaman G's Resistances: Light and Dark
Personaman G's Weaknesses: Electric

A path lies ahead for this 'hero'. As it stands, he lays on the borders of both light and dark, but depending on his user's choices in life, he may cross the threshold into either realm.

History

PJs and slippers? Check. Sugary, cavity-inducing cereal? Check. Television with tv remote glued firmly in hand? A big check. This was every saturday morning for dear Heat. How his heart was filled with joy when he saw his favorite superheroes on television, fighting crime and saving the day. They didn't do it for money or fame, they did it because it was right. Just like his dad, the police officer, one of London's finest. Heat had an ordinary life, nothing of interest. Went to school, struggled to keep the high grades mummy and daddy wanted, but pulled through. Bruised and blistered his hands practising violin, but still pulled through. Spent his free time playing baseball with his friends with his fancy bat that he cherished so much.

And then it happened. You know, the same old thing that happened to all great heroes. His parents were taken away, all too soon, and quite unfairly. His father had been a cop for years, putting his life on the line to protect and serve, only to have him and his wife become a hit and run statistics. And what did the police do? Nothing. Sure, they investigated into it, but never caught the villainous driver. And what about bystanders? No heroic person tried to save them? Push them out of the way, try to get their attention, even bother to get the liscence plate of the driver? Nothing. There were no heroes here. There were no heroes anywhere. Heat eventually got picked up by some distant relatives and lived with them, if you could even call it living. Heat led a half-life. He went to school, struggled to keep the high grades auntie and uncle wanted, but eventually gave up. Didn't bother to bruise or blister his hands practising the useless violin. Spent all his free time cooped up in his room, holding onto his fancy bat that he cherished so much, feelings dwelling inside him.

Then the day that changed his life happened. At the tender age of 13, Heat trudged home from school, baseball bat in hand, smacking walls with thuds. And then he saw it. A bunch of punks hassling an old man, holding a knife to him, demanding all his money. All Heat's emotions swelled up instantly....It happened so fast....To this day, Heat vaguely remembers bashing in the bones of the thugs like a man possessed until they limped away with their tails between their legs. When he turned around, the eldery man was gone. In his place, on the ground, was an old card....a tarot card, he believed, with a roman numeral '8' and a sword, balancing a scale. Justice.

How long ago was Heat then contacted by 'him'? A mysterious man, promising Heat all the power in the world needed to bring about justice. If he joined him, he could be a superhero! All he had to do was harness that power that dwelled him, that raw emotion he felt when he first found that tarot card. To be a super hero, to bring justice to this lost world, it was too good an offer for Heat to pass up! And so Heat ran away from home, embracing his Persona and working for the man that promised him justice. He initially thought what he was doing was bad, but the more he did it, the less he cared. It was for the greater good. Gripping onto his baseball bat that he loved so much, walking astride Personaman G, he just kept reminding himself one thing.
"This world is in chaos. It needs a hero to save it. It needs justice to bring about order. It needs me."