Nicknames
None.
Gender: Male
Council Branch/Position: Assault Branch Elite Captain
Age: 18
Year : Junior
Hair color:Black
Eye color: Dark Brown
Height: 6'6"

Appearance
This guy is sort of a tall lanky fellow. He stands with a forward slouch and generally dresses down, his aim more for comfort than style. As a matter of fact he tries not to stand out by generally wearing plainer colors such as black, grey and white, at least when he's not forced to wear school the school uniform. Overall people who know him would describe him as a rather miserable looking guy. He rarely smiles and he keeps his eyes mostly down to the floor more often than not.

Positives
- He is very imaginative. He has entire worlds built up in his head, all of them just waiting to work their way out. On top of that he's just plain creative when it comes to coming up with ideas.

- He has a very large vocabulary and can sometimes be quite detailed with his words. This is a result of his attempts at writing causing him to look to the dictionary so he could improve his use of words both when writing and when speaking.

- He's fairly knowledgeable. His specialties are history and science but he appreciates certain fields of mathematics as well.

- He is very generous with his friends despite the fact that he has very little to give to begin with.

- When given a mission he always puts a professional attitude towards getting it done. He may not be flashy but he gets the job done.

- He has a rigid code of honor. It's not overly prohibitive but he won't break it no matter what.

Negatives
- He's very honest but mostly with stuff that really shouldn't and don't have to be said. He'll tell the hard truth's even when it's at his own detriment.

- He's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to missions. He'll demand top performances whenever the Assault Branch Elite's are given a mission and he can be awfully critical of people's mistakes.

- He's inelegant. It would be wrong to mistake apparent lack of finesse for lack of skill or dexterity since he is in no way lacking in either of those however he often opts for methods which are in no way flashy or graceful, just fast, efficient and brutal.

- He is a misanthrope to the truest extent, showing outright contempt for humanity and to some extent himself. He sees everyone's faults long before he sees their qualities, himself included. He is perhaps his harshest critic, belittling himself whenever he falls short of his own expectations. As a result he has little to no pride in who he is, only contempt.

- Because of his upbringing and his social isolation he's only learned to further push everyone away from himself. He'll immediately look for something to hate in someone and take a stab at it with his sinister wit or often times his lack thereof. When someone shows even the slightest interest in interacting with him he gets paranoid, his mind racing through the list of every possible worst-case scenario. Makes it hard to try and catch him with a surprise attack since he's expecting to be attacked by almost everyone he meets but that also leads to him mistrusting people who have no ill intent whatsoever.

- It's his own personal shame that he has no artistic aptitude in almost any medium. His artwork sucks no matter how hard he tries to learn how to draw and he has got no ear for music. All that is left for him to do is to write stories. The one thing he happens to have is great grammar and a colorful way of using words. Surely writing would be the way to go for him right?

Wrong. The problem isn't with his writing, it's with him. Every time he comes up with an idea he's inspired by he'll almost inevitably hate it given enough time.

- His mood changes wildly from day to day. One day he'll be grim and dark, another he'll be wacky and silly feeling the next. There are some themes that are reoccurring between his various moods but the differences in his attitudes wind up being the death of his stories. It isn't just stories that are affected in such a way either. Most of the things he tries in life are heavily influenced by just how he's feeling at that particular moment.

- He is slow to forget and even slower to forgive.

- He lives in his head. Whether working, standing at the bus terminal or even while listening to people trying to talk to him he might be standing there but he's nowhere even close mentally. Sometimes he even pantomimes alongside his thoughts making a conversation with him even more awkward than it was before. He'll laugh at random, often very inappropriate times.

- He is very morbid. His fascinations will take dark turns even during his better moods.

Biography
Arthur didn't really have much of a family to begin with. His mother had divorced his father, taking most of what little wealth they had along with his sister and moving into her new boyfriends place. All his father had left was a son and a worn down old place to raise him in. His father did what he could to bring in money but between all the bills and the alimony there was little that could be done to stay ahead of it all.

The depression over the divorce as well as being chronically poor saw him turn to alcohol as a method of coping with it all. Many a morning his father would just be passed out on the couch. Arthur had to take care of himself often as his father was either at work making little or at home doing little. His father couldn't say he was the best father but whenever he was sober and not busy he'd at least try and make up for his failures to Arthur in some way.


At school no one ever liked Arthur. He couldn't make a friend to save his life. Everyone treated him like dirt, even the adults. This all culminated in him hating them all in return, killing all chances of him ever making a single friend as he soon grew bitter, proclaiming his very hatred of even the idea of getting along with others. He started getting into fights with the other students. They'd make fun of him and he'd respond in kind until somebody threw a punch.

His principle had spoken to his father about his behavior. It did worry his father that he was on such a violent path, getting into fights all the time so he did something that he hoped would curb his more violent side. He took the money he was going to pay his car insurance with and enrolled Arthur into a mixed martial arts class. At first Arthur was reluctant as he was with all things involving other people but after the first practice he had found something he truly needed. It was an escape.


Inside the dojo his problems really didn't matter. His crippling poverty, his weary lack of self importance, his anger at humanity and the world, none of that ever really came to mind when he was covered in the sweat of hard effort, throwing punch after punch until the instructor believed his strikes good enough. There was something oddly relaxing about pushing himself hard to succeed. On top of all that he had a real aptitude for it. All throughout his life he had been tough. Whenever he got hurt did he simply stop or cry out? No, he just grit his teeth and pushed onward. His ability to endure pain was unrivaled by everyone he knew.

This helped him excel in his training at the dojo. In there people didn't hate him for who he was. There was a sense of camaraderie that could be felt since they all had to push through the hardships together, bettering themselves as they battle each other in sparring. He finally had something in common with others that he could get along with them over. Despite the connection of being in the same class though he never considered any of them to be really friends. He made certain to avoid meeting them outside of training since he believed he had nothing else in common with them.


Also, he was quite competitive. He pushed himself to try and become better than the rest. Whenever he failed he only took at as motivation to try and become even better. He never admitted it to himself but he really did enjoy winning. Shame his life decided to get in the way.

His father died in a car crash. If that wasn't enough to kill any remaining sense of joy in his days the fact that the car had no insurance left a huge amount of dept to be paid off. No life insurance company would of dared to ever give his father life insurance either. In the end Arthur had to sell the house and everything he owned. He was unable to continue paying the martial arts group he was with but this black raincloud still had a small silver lining. He knew the instructor well and they got along decently enough. The instructor let him live there and in exchange he'd upkeep the dojo. He cleaned up after everyone, cleared the gutters, mowed the grass and other such maintenance work but at least he had a place to live.

As they became good friends his martial arts teacher let him in on a secret. It so happened that the old man who he had trained under all these years belonged to a secret clan of ninja's who operated out of that very city. Needless to say Arthur was quite surprised at this but also quite curious. While he didn't quite outright say "I want to be a ninja." Arthur asked a number of questions, mainly ones having to do with various techniques, and then it all sort of culminated in his teacher offering to teach him more than he was getting from just the martial arts classes. He jumped on the opportunity and from that day forward his training went bold new directions.

He learned a great deal of techniques for hand to hand combat as well as multiple weapon styles. He excelled at single handed stick fighting among a few others and slowly he learned just what style of fighting suited him. He also learned various other tricks of the ninja trade until soon enough he was quite the capable ninja. Even his instructor was impressed with just how far he had come since he started.

Whenever Arthur had time to himself between training and working he'd work on his writings. He bought a very outdated and slightly banged up but still functional lab top from a pawn shop which he wrote on when he had the time. He wanted to write well so he practiced by looking up words he saw in the dictionary and incorporating them into his repertoire. Eventually his writing got quite good but it was never good enough. He never liked anything he produced, inevitably erasing it all and starting again.


Of course what goes up must inevitably come down and Arthur's quality of life came down hard. His instructor collapsed without warning one day so he called an ambulance which rushed him to the hospital. When his instructor was resuscitated he was informed that he had brain cancer at a particularly advanced state. With only a few months left to live his instructor handed him a sealed envelope. He told Arthur to take this note to the student counsel president for reasons he wouldn't disclose to him. The weight of this news weighing heavily upon him he still did as he was told, taking the note to who he was told to give it to without ever opening the envelope or tampering with it in any way. It was only when he handed the note over that the purpose was revealed to him.

It was a letter of promotion stating that Arthur was to take over the position of Assault Branch Elite Captain, signed by his instructor who was a high ranking authority within the clan. In another odd turn in his life he was now in charge of the Assault Branch Elites, a sub category of the Assault Branch consisting of the best the group had to offer. He was quite uncertain of himself in this position seeing as how he was rather skeptical of both his fighting capabilities as well as his ability to lead people, especially in life or death situations. Despite his self doubts however he took up the role, honoring his teacher's faith in him by striving to prove himself worthy of such a role.

Months passed and his instructors inevitable death had come to pass. Arthur owns little to nothing and still owes enormous debts to insurance companies as well as taxes. The only thing he can really call his own is his position as Assault Branch Elite Captain, a very demanding position. He's spent almost all of his time ensuring that all missions entrusted to him and his elite few are completed to the highest expectation. With little to no pride or hope he toils on so that he may honor his instructor's legacy.

Special Talents

- He's exceptionally tough. He is more resilient to pain than most and can work through most injuries with little to no difficulty. It's difficult to even hurt him and even hurt he performs at high quality regardless of how seriously wounded he might be. The morning after usually sucks for him however since that's usually when his body reminds him where he's hurt.

- He's exceptional at hurting people. He possesses both the competitive drive to win and a killer's eye. When he fights he can let go of all his hang ups about his own sense of worth and all those other details. In combat his only concern is how to kill his opponent as fast and efficiently as possible.

- While he's not abnormally fast or agile for a ninja he is exceptionally strong, not quite as strong as he is tough but still strong nonetheless.. His blows carry a great deal of force and he certainly takes advantage of it. His favored weapons reflect his preference of hard hitting blows versus fast intricate attacks.

- He is very observant. Partially due to his paranoia he surveys practically every place he enters, evaluating everyone for potential threats. He reads everyone's movements, his eyes scanning for minute details which could mean life or death for him. As such he's quite good at reading a person's movements, picking up on subtle cues which give away their attacks. He can tell how a person will fight just by the way they move as each style tends to program certain unconscious motions into a person's every day life. Even the way a person stands can give him some clue as to how well they can fight and which style they are trained the most in. This trait of his also makes it very easy for him to spot anything hidden. The only thing he doesn't seem to pick up on very well is emotional cues. He's rather oblivious to peoples feelings, quite unintentionally so.

Fighting Style
He is trained in a number of styles including Jujitsu, Judo, Karate, Ninjutsu, Kick Boxing as well as a large number of weapon styles. His favorite weapon styles are single handed stick, knife, single handed axe, throwing axe and garrote.

His main weapon is the Crowbar.
His reason for this is that it falls under his specialty of single handed stick fighting but it's heavier and carries a lot more force in a swing. That and it was also free since he took it from a junk yard. He doesn't really much like the fancier more expensive weapons which require tons of upkeep in order to keep at optimal lethality. His crowbar could rust and take all sorts of abuse and it would still hit just as hard as if it were brand new, much like himself in a way.

Family
Mother
Vita Wright - Alive, Absent.

Father
Ralph Wright - Dead.

Siblings,if any
Unknown.

Other
Combat Instructor - Dead.

Family Relationships
He has a low opinion of his father, regarding him as a useless drunk. Even despite his flaws though he did care about his father and his death did effect him. He was good friends with his mixed martial arts teacher and when he died that was perhaps an even greater blow to his overall happiness.

As for his mother, he'd rather not see her at this point. He thinks less of her than even his father because she basically abandoned them since they weren't rich. Ever since then he hasn't seen her and he hopes to keep it that way.

Likes

- The night
- The cold
- Rain
- Working with his hands
- Solitude
- Birds
- Spicy Foods
- Sweet Foods
- Music

Dislikes

- Sunlight
- Heat
- Righteousness
- Arrogance
- Hypocrisy
- Anyone in a position of authority
- People in general
- Guns
- Writing on paper
- Himself