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Arden

"I'm quite literally a know-it-all..."

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a character in “Detached Strings”, as played by Cienpher

Description

Arden
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Nickname:
None that he knows of (someone might come up with something)

Age:
17 (soon to be 18)

Role:
Tamer

Partner:
Splinter

Appearance:
Arden still retains a boyish appearance which well-reflects his jovial nature. Of an average height and leaner build, he certainly isn’t the most formidable opponent physically… but he does exude an aura of wit. He might seem a little strange at first, with his preference for looser clothing and a pair of orange goggles, but others admit he has his own charm. His light brown hair is cropped short and his skin is just a shade darker than some others. He almost always seems to have a minor cut or a scrape somewhere, most likely fault to the goggles which worsen his eyesight for him and for good reason. Should one ever get a glimpse of his eyes, their opinion on his cheerful persona might change. His eyes burn orange and hold a strange intensity to their gaze.


Inhuman Abilities:
Omniscience – perhaps this is a bit of a misnomer, but it’s almost true. Arden’s ability allows him to take in any and all information about a person or thing by merely looking at it. Almost computer-like, his brain analyzes and takes in an overwhelming amount of factual information in mere seconds, most being things that he should never have been able to realize on his own. A useful ability it is, however, it’s far too much for a human body. Even before a minute is up, he finds himself with an excruciating headache from an overflow of knowledge that almost always results in passing out. What’s worse is that this is a passive but automatic ability, meaning that he cannot control it at all. If he sees something, be it object or living, he will in moments know everything about it, whether he wants to or not. For this reason, he wears tinted goggles that shade and slightly distort his vision, which seems to be the only way to keep his ability in check. Similarly distorting objects such as kaleidoscopes and lenses seem to work in similar ways.

Barrier – an ability more combat-oriented than the other, Arden also has the power to form invisible barriers. It does not work for long distances, but he can form two basic shapes: a dome and a shield. Its permeability is controllable, meaning that Arden can decide what can go through the barrier and in which direction. Given a little extra concentration and energy, he is also able to deflect anything that makes contact with his barrier, sending the object or person flying up to several meters away. However, this ability is severely taxing on his mental health. Furthermore, the barriers are only as strong as he can will them. He has to put focus on every object that makes contact with the barrier and consciously whether to fend it off, deflect it, or allow it to pass, which often makes for a rather cluttered line of thought.


Weapons: Another indirect drawback of his ability is that due to the purposeful distortion of vision, Arden is thereby prohibited from using any projectile or long-range weapons, guns, slingshots, crossbows, and throwing knives included. He thinks this a loss because he feels he’d be a sharpshooter, although one can only take his word for it. So it seems that Arden is most proficient with a staff. Really, any long object with good balance will do for him. He is skilled at wielding one, able to use its long reach to his benefit along with surprising swiftness. He carries a retractable travel-made one around with him. For desperate measures, he also carries a small straight-hilt dagger on his person.

Personality: Arden is of the merry sort, seemingly an optimist and finding something enjoyable in any situation. He’s one of few people who can find humor when staring death in the face. He realizes that some might find him a little annoying, but he puts emphasis and priority on himself. It doesn’t matter what other people think – he’ll do what he wants. In this way, he can be more than just a little stubborn. However, just because he doesn’t need other people’s approval doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it. He’ll try to get them to come around and see his side of the issue, urging them to share his opinion. In the end, even if they don’t agree, Arden feels a need to speak his mind. Sometimes what he has to say isn’t all that relevant to the topic at hand either. Because of this and because he is so often absorbed in his own thoughts, some people label him a daydreamer and a poor listener… but Arden’s always listening. He’s observant, near forced to be by the unconscious nature of his power. Even when he’s lost in thought, his body is still physically taking in every sight, smell, and sound. All this puts tremendous strain on his mind, which he attempts to cover with his little façade of boyish energy. He doesn’t like to show other people his weaknesses and in this way, he often tries to solve his problems on his own. The more honest side of him only shows itself when there’s the well-being of a friend at stake. Despite the deceivingly joking nature, Arden is the sort to keep his promises and do anything to get the job done, even if he complains all the while as he does it.

Theme Song: TBA

Anything Else? TBA

Inside Arden’s Mind…

“I don’t think it’s right of me to pass judgement before I get to know the others… the right way. Using my power like that would just be cheating…”

So begins...

Arden's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Arden

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Arden


It wasn’t the light that woke him up. It wasn’t the dream either – no, the dream in itself had been unusually pleasant, although Arden could no longer remember what it was about. Why? Well, the steady clomping of shoes in the hallway had invaded the dream and killed it from the inside out. “No… what happens next?” the boy groaned, burying his head into his arms. He closed his eyes tighter as if that would call back the comforting blanket of slumber… it was no good. He was awake. It was one of those times when Arden cursed his light sleeping habits. It was actually a miracle in itself that he’d managed to out-sleep the others that day.

Hesitantly, he pulled his arms away and slowly blinked open his eyes. He was greeted with a blur of drab colors, mostly shades of grey or dull brown. After a few hazy moments, his vision began to clear. He saw the dim light of the outside world weakly brighten his room… and he focused. Control it. Control it.. However, his concentration changed very little. “Gah…” Arden winced as a pang of pain shot through his head, bringing with it an influx of unnecessary information. Concrete used is unusually porous. Can hold 15% of its weight in water. Components used include… … Level of wood decay… … 0.0043 points a year. Glass density is… Sunrise for…

Immediately he shut his eyes and for a moment, all thoughts escaped him. Eventually, the only line that made it through the haze of his mind was, ‘It didn’t work…’ Pressing his hands to his temples, he sat hunched over on the bed, gritting his teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. Every morning was a similar routine. Perhaps one of these days he’d wake up and find that he could control it, that power of his, but it was probably a stupid hope. “Well that woke me up,” he mumbled, shifting to feel blindly for his make-shift end table. Where were his goggles?

A sharp clatter from below told him where.

However, as he reached down to the floor to locate it, his forehead made a rather painful collision. “Ow!” Arden exclaimed, louder than he intended, before stumbling away to nurse his newfound injury. That felt like the corner of the previously mentioned make-shift end table… and it was definitely going to bruise. Miffed, the boy decided to open his eyes just for a moment, just to find the accursed pink item by his feet. Quickly snatching it up, he pressed the shape to his face and stretched the elastic back around and over his head. The thick white band was a contrast to his light-brown hair. Slowly, warily, he opened his eyes.

Those goggles gave ‘rose-tinted glasses’ a new meaning… Everything was shaded in a dark pink and slightly blurred. This was the sight he was used to – sometimes he couldn’t even remember what it felt like to see things clearly. When it came to reading or writing, he usually asked Splinter… or rather, Sasha to help him with it – never anyone else. It was bad enough that he showed them how clumsy he was, which he blamed on the goggles… He didn’t need to prove himself illiterate on top of that, especially when he wasn’t. “I hate this power,” he sighed, palm still pressed over the aching spot on his forehead. Speaking, or rather, thinking of which, was Sasha already up? Most likely. It wasn’t just once or twice that she’d mentioned birds by her window… and birds always had this irrational idea about singing at the crack of dawn, the crazy things. Well, at least there wasn’t an owl – one of those would have kept him up all night with its hooting.

After just a moment longer, he decided to go check who else was up. Judging from the sound of the footsteps, it seemed that more than just one person had wandered to the room they called the kitchen. His room was one of the first in the hallway, so everyone else walked by it when they tried to grab a bite. So his trip to the kitchen was short. Peering in, he saw several of the others – more than he was expecting to be up at sunrise. “Is Sasha here?” Arden asked as he entered. “Oh and also,” he swept his hair out of his face, exposing where he assumed his injury to be, “… is there a bruise?”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Terelle Fairchild Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Arden

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Terelle

The golden haired and golden eyed girl yawned and stretched. Once again the nightmares kept her awake most of the night. Waking up on the rooftop was becoming almost a habit. One she wasn't exactly happy to keep. She yawned once more and looked out at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and the world began to heat up. She figured she had spent enough time on the rooftop for the day and decided to head inside. She spotted Ember as she entered the house. The girl thought it was strange that she would be out so early in the morning, but she didn't question it. Everyone had their reasons for doing things. Who was to say Terelle couldn't sleep on the rooftop. Well common sense told her that, but she couldn't help it. Being out on the rooftop in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars, helped her sleep. Or at least to shake the after affects of the nightmares.

They always made her feel either paranoid or sick to her stomach. Sometimes, they were almost like visions. Things that would come true. She dreamed that the hunters would coming for them. She thought she was just paranoid so she didn't share it. She knew better than to do that again. If she got the same feeling as she did, she shared it with the others. Well... only one other really. Alex. Now that thought about it. She got that feeling last night... something about a blonde..

She climbed down off the roof and snuck into the room where she was staying. Alex's door was next door and she contemplated waking him up. After a moment of thought, she jumped onto her bedding and crawled under her covers. She was not about to wake up her partner. She might have her moments of insanity where she did dumb things, like taunt Sebastian, but she didn't have a death wish and her partner was in no way morning person. Well, at least he wasn't in the respect that he didn't like to be woken up by people. She knew she didn't. The wind blew through her window causing her to shiver. Being a being of heat, cold things like wind were definitely uncomfortable to her. Her blankets were too thin to completely shield her from the cold.

The sun was farther up in the sky now and she was wide awake. Her hair was a knotted mess from sleeping on the tiles of the rooftop, but she was too lazy to brush it out. It would look more like she tossed and turned in her bed instead of sleeping on the rooftops. She sighed, climbed off her bed, and headed out towards the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she knew some of the others were already awake and out there. Might as well greet them. Or play a few tricks on them. Either one worked for her. Though, like I said before, she doesn't have a death wish. She padded down the hall, making shuffling sounds with her feet to give the illusion of being half-asleep. It didn't take much to give that illusion though. Her eyes were red with lack of sleep, her hair was matted, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pale as snow.

Something sizzled in the back of her mind. It was that same feeling she got whenever her nightmares were more like visions than fictional images. The bigger question was... where was Alex? Last night she had dreamed of a blonde girl, in her birthday suit of all things, asleep on the bed... no not asleep. Dead. Alex was at it again. Things grew dark then. Dark and tinted red. Almost like a decent into insanity. Damnit! she thought as she raced towards the door. She was still in her "sleeping clothes" which was really just a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, but she didn't care at the moment. Alex needed her right now. So bad she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. "Morning!" she called as she ran by everyone in the kitchen. Hopefully they would know what was going on. Or at least come up with an excuse for her. She didn't quite know where she was going so she followed her instincts. She found herself outside a cute little house. She used her ability to click the lock open and and raced inside, not caring who saw her enter or leave as long as they didn't see Alex when they left. She closed and locked the door behind her with her ability while she followed her instincts into the room where she sensed Alex.

He was on the floor, when she arrived, doubled over in laughter. The sound was not a happy joyful one. It was one of madness. "Alex?" she said as she kneeled down beside him. It was too late though, he was gone, unreachable with words. There were claw marks in the floor. Or at least, that's what they looked like. She knew better though. She focused her heat into the palm of her right hand and pressed it to the back of his neck. "You will be calm... or I will kick your ass."

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Sergio Dashkov Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Arden

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Splinter


A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.
A small ring of smoke escaped her lips, leaving behind a fog for her vision. When it cleared, Sergio was making his way up to the door with groceries from the store he worked at, she noticed him eyeing her cigarette. She knew he smoked as well, or at least he had at the bar. Noticing the head phones as well, she didn't bother saying anything, neither did he. But the look was enough, and when he made his way inside, Sasha finished up her smoke and put it out in the wall behind her, letting the butt drop in the grass below. Yeah, it was littering, but the place was such a dump already. What would one butt matter? Fanning her hand in front of her face, she tried to get a bit of the cigarette stink off of her before moving back inside. Once in, she found the nearest bathroom and washed her hands and rinsed out her mouth. It didn't fix the smell, but it diluted it down to a dull fragrance. Which to her, was good enough. After all, there was no real way to rid herself of the smell completely.

Turning out of the bathroom, she then made for the kitchen. Groceries meant one thing, Sergio was going to be cooking soon. Sasha always felt bad simply watching Sergio cook, or even eating what he did make, it was as if she were mooching off of what he did. Her money didn't bring the food in, it went towards light and water. His went into the food, and his effort into making it. In all rights, it was his. What right was hers to take it? In this way, she always made at least an offer to help him with it, even though sometimes he preferred to just be alone when he cooked, as if it were a sort of 'me time' for him. Nevertheless, she offered. As she was about to now.

Re-passing the front door, she saw Marx sitting in one of the front rooms writing, looking more chipper than normal. Which for Marx, still wasn’t very chipper. She pushed the door open a little more, enough to peak her head in. Letting out a little cough to let him know she was there before all out talking, she gave him a chance to cover whatever he didn’t want seen before she got too close. Whatever he was writing, she was sure it wasn’t her business.
”Hey Marx? Breakfast should be ready soon. I mean, you can keep doing whatever you want, but Im just warning you there might not be anything left if you wait too long.” she let out a small laugh and shook her long, black hair with one hand. She noticed the imprint under his eyes, the ones people always get when you don’t sleep well. She felt something with it, she wasn’t sure what. Not sorry for him, probably not even quite concerned, but it was still something. After everything they had all gone through together, it was hard to be completely cold hearted to everyone as some of the people tried to be.
She caught herself starring, she had zoned out a bit looking at the imprints under his eyes. It had only been seconds, but she still felt as if she had overstepped her welcome on his private time and hastily added a
”Just letting you know, Ill save you a plate.” and quietly closed the door behind her, not giving him a chance to reply. She didn’t think he would, anyway.

Heading back towards the kitchen, she peaked in to see that this was the central hub where everyone had been hiding. Sergio was indeed trying to make breakfast, Alex was near him trying to talk to him, Ren, Emilia, Luka, Lindsey, Arden were all there as well. Busy kitchen.
”Need a hand, Sergio? I feel like with so many people to feed, it’s not fair to make you buy it all and then turn right around and cook it all.”
She laughed, flashing a smile his way denoting that she did, really, want to help.
”And just in case you were worried, I did try my best to wash the filth off my hands already.”
Another small laugh, then a turn to Arden.
“And good morning, Sunshine, how are we?”

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Character Portrait: Sergio Dashkov Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden

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Arden


Well, it was obvious that everyone was somewhat awake now – Arden had just greeted the others when yet another familiar figure sprinted through the kitchen and out the door. The boy hadn’t even the time to say hello before Terelle was out of sight. Pressing lightly on his wound before wincing and removing his hand, he stared at the door, left slightly ajar. Now where could she have been going in such a rush at this early in the morning? Keeping in mind previous incidents, Arden assumed that it most likely had to do with a certain missing Alex De’veres.

Before Arden could linger on the thought, another familiar face, Sergio, entered through the door, and lo behold, he had his arms full of welcome plastic bags – groceries. Goodies. Food. Goodies was a better word, seeing as what some of the group had ordered couldn’t necessarily be called ‘food’. Grinning, Arden reached for the bulkier bag the moment it was set on the table. “Awesome! Thanks, Sergio,” he chimed, shifting through its contents. He found what he was looking for – the anything-but-nutritious box of sugar-frosted cornflakes. It had mini-marshmallows in it too, along with a questionable amount of food additives, but he tried his best to forget those tidbits of information.

However, as soon as he tore open the box along the dotted line, Sergio’s voice cut in, “Get out before I kill you all.”

… Well, if he put it that way, getting out was probably a good idea. Popping a couple of sugar-bits of cereal into his mouth, he turned to leave when he heard the voice of one of his favorite people. “Sasha!” he exclaimed, twisting around to see his… partner, he liked to call their relationship. Being the thoughtful person she was, she was offering a helping hand in the kitchen. Arden would have done the same, but with his purposefully diminished vision and a past… event… he was forever banned from the kitchen. And more frankly put, Sergio scared him. Just a little.

“And good morning, Sunshine. How are we?” Sasha asked him cheerfully, as she often did.

With a bright smile he replied, “Same as ever – doing well!” He vaguely noticed Emilia slip in and heard her murmur something about the effects of cigarettes. Arden recalled when he used to say the same to Sasha, but he didn’t anymore. At some point he’d come to like the smell of it… maybe it was just familiar to him now. He wanted to spend more time with Sasha, but a glance at Sergio reminded him of the previous warning. “I’ll just take these and uh… wait outside for now,” Arden added, and with unhealthy cereal in hand, he slipped out of the kitchen with the others. What to do until breakfast, then?

“So, does anyone have anything planned for today?” Arden asked to no one in particular, but hoped for an answer. After all, conversation was really his only source of leisure. Unlike Sebastian, his ‘ability’ prevented him from reading or writing – at least coherently, and he didn’t want a repeat of the morning clumsiness from any physical games. “Anything new on the agenda?”

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Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Sergio Dashkov Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden

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Splinter


"Do what you like." she heard from Sergio, knowing he probably didn't hear a word she had said. Not that it mattered, of course. Because if he was upset with something, he would have said so. Mentally noting that he took much less cautious matters with his cigarettes then her, she dismissed it. It was really only the health of the others she cared about, but she wasn't one to nag others. Besides, a little second hand smoke was probably the least of their worries, wasn't it? She didn't even bother with Emilia's comment, simply nodding in response. It wasn't as if the toxins in the cigarette effected her at all, she didn't absorb them like normal humans did. It was part of her power, not feeling anything like that. For the most part it was wonderful, but now and again she would find herself wishing she could feel this thing people called Advil. If nothing else, she had a pretty high tolerance for pain now.

Taking Sergio's word as a green light, Sasha began taking some bread and toasting it. Not knowing how many people were actually going to eat considering everyone seemed to be grazing on the rest of the things Sergio brought home, she only made five. She also placed several glasses on the table along with a small jug of juice from the fridge. Noticing Arden's skittishness towards Sergio, he slipped out of the kitchen. Sometimes she forgot how the people in this house had an effect on him. He cared so much about what other people thought or would do, and that was something she just didn't understand. But then again, she wasn't the most observant or detail oriented type. Even without his powers, Arden seemed to be the better one of both on that. Smiling, she heard him still trying to talk from outside the kitchen.
“So, does anyone have anything planned for today? Anything new on the agenda?” she heard, tied in with sounds of crunching. He had apparently taken the cereal with him. She hoped that by replying to him she could coax him back in. Sergio looked so involved with his cooking, she was sure he wouldn't notice. He still had his head phones in, anyway.
"Well, if nothing else happens I have a double shift tonight at the bar. Im sure Sergio is working, too." she answered him. She offered up Sergio's information, looking to him for confirmation, but then remembered he probably couldn't hear her. Turning back to the open doorway in which the Arden sounds were coming from, she continued. "And what is it that you would like to do today?"