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Arthur Talbot

"Everything I do, everything I am... it's for her."

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a character in “Last Of The Revenants”, as played by Alekai

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"I will work harder. I will be better."

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FULLXNAME
Arthur Wynn Talbot

NICKNAME(s)
He introduces himself as Wynn and prefers this over his forename

AGE
Twenty-six (26)

ROLE
Hunter

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual, bi-curious

ETHNICITY
Mixed Caucasian and Native American (details unknown)

HOMETOWN
Unknown

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#a7a0a0 / #6f6465

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STYLE
Button-up shirts, suspenders, heavy-duty trouser bottoms, black or beige boots (mid-calf high), and a grey or black duster in harsher weather conditions. He favours dark colours for his outfits, with black and navy blue being common picks.

HEIGHT
Approximately 185-190cm (6'0 - 6'2).

APPEARANCE
Despite holding a genuinely modest attitude regarding the topic of his looks, Arthur has a surplus of attractive qualities. He is naturally handsome; a trait which is hindered only by the entirely-too-serious expression he wears by default. He's tall and boasts favourable body proportions. Due to the active nature of his work, his muscles are faintly defined but he is primarily still slender-framed. All of his outfits are custom-tailored and form-fitting.

His short, well-maintained hair is lightly-shaven at the sides and long on top. It is a natural shade of cool-dark brown which matches his eyes and compliments his olive skin tone. Thankfully, facial hair isn't much of an issue for him since he tends not to develop anything more than a light stubble across his jaw and chin. Even so, he keeps on top of it as often as possible. Overall, his appearance is neater than the average BlackWater resident, enough that it regularly gives off the false impression of wealth. In reality, he's just a stickler for tidiness and maintaining a respectable image (for himself, at least).

OTHER
Arthur has a few noteworthy scars that he picked up over the years. A small nick on his left eyebrow and several deep puncture wounds on his left wrist, which he received from a street dog attacking him while he was sleeping rough. A large, unsightly scar from being sliced with a knife on his right outer thigh. He doesn't have any tattoos as of yet.

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LIKES
○ The piano. He never learned to play but he enjoys listening.
○ The mid-day hustle of townsfolk, more specifically the ambient noise.
○ He's obsessed with apples and tends to eat them to excess.
○ Spending his earnings. He can be an impulsive buyer.
○ Self-care and bathing.

APPRECIATED QUALITIES IN OTHERS
○ Complete and unrestricted honesty, regardless of the consequences.
○ Confidence and the ability to stand up for oneself.
○ Thoughtfulness and open displays of empathy.

DISLIKES
○ Wild/street dogs (this is more of an outright fear)
○ The consumption of alcohol, as well as smoking tobacco.
○ Quiet atmospheres or places in which he is alone.
○ When his clothes become dirty or stained.
○ Those who care little for hygiene (unclean fingernails, unwashed hair).

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PERSONALITY
Arthur is a man who cares very much for the image he conveys to others. He wants people to see him as a person worthy of respect, and he may actually be. He is an outwardly polite and gentlemanly figure. He listens well, rarely speaks out of turn, and always tries to empathise with the people around him regardless of their position. He seldom, if ever, judges people based on any factor of their identity or upbringing. Instead, he places more value in their actions and the way they conduct themselves in different situations. In that sense, his standard for the type of people he truly respects and cherishes is set in stone and decidedly strict. He's an exceedingly level-headed guy who can keep his emotions in check, but he'll always speak from the heart no matter what comes from doing so. As a result of his sincere and honest nature, he is known to be a highly trustworthy person, but he usually ends up rubbing people the wrong way.

Many of Arthur's principles derive from his mother's teachings, at least the bits and pieces of them that he can still remember after all this time, but the most deeply-ingrained of his beliefs are that which he developed during his time with no guardianship. Instead of becoming a violent and cold-hearted person because of the hardships he faced, he instead used those experiences to form and solidify many of his better qualities. It's true that he had the potential to be ruthless, after several years of mistreatment and witnessing the true nature of most people, but instead he became brave and charitable. It became a personal mission, fuelled by nothing more than his own determination, that he would never allow himself to fall to their level of cruelty, greed, or complete disregard for others.

Even with all of that in mind, Arthur carries a fair amount of trauma with him which he keeps hidden beneath a calm exterior. The past is an especially touchy subject for Arthur. He will easily become distressed by interactions and sights that touch a nerve or remind him of the troubles he faced. He has never really spoken about the things he went through as a child, when he lived alone with his mother or when he took to the streets, even with his own father. Still, there are a handful of traits and habits that he displays which hint at the effects of these periods on his overall state of well-being. To his merit, he puts up a good front but some things are not so easy to hide.
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HABITS & MANNERISMS
○ Always carries a set of handkerchiefs with him.
○ Clicks his finger joints, often absentmindedly.
○ Tapping each of his fingers to the thumb of the same hand in a pattern (nervousness)
○ Pulls at his lower lip with his index finger and thumb (nervousness)
○ A tendency to tidy up or clean any room he finds himself in.

HOBBIES
○ When he's off-duty or out of work for a while, reading becomes his main pass-time. He'll pretty much read anything he can find.
○ Whittling small figurines out of wood which he does with a small hunting knife.
○ He keeps journals which he uses to document the more noteworthy aspects of his life as a Hunter, and as an outlet for his innermost thoughts or annoyances.

SKILLS
○ Decent aim with a pistol. He has considerable room for improvement but he's certainly competent enough and can out-gun any average man. He strongly favours long/mid-ranged combat with a gun in place of hand-to-hand or with a knife.
○ His reaction time is something to behold. The unflinching ability to react quickly and without hesitation is one of his strongest skills.
○ Foraging for food, tracking, setting traps, and preparing animals for cooking are some of the basic survival skills he learned as a child.
○ He can maintain a steady poker face regardless of the situation and especially regardless of his true feelings. It's hard to figure out his motivations, he watches his words very carefully, and he can rather easily be intentionally misleading because of this.

FLAWS
○ Becomes highly distressed if his clothes are soaked with dirt or blood, will frantically attempt to scrub them clean again. In this state, he isn't receptive to anyone until he settles. Small stains or messes are stressful for him but not quite as bad.
○ He's uncomfortable with hand-to-hand combat. He is overly aware of knives in a fight and can become careless in an attempt to avoid being slashed by one.
○ Terrified of people who are sick or diseased. He will distance himself from anyone who so much as coughs near him and can become distressed if he witnesses or encounters someone suffering from a chronic illness.
○ Suffers from misophonia to an extreme extent. He fixates on noises such as loud chewing, lip smacking, and heavy breathing. They trigger feelings of discomfort, irritation, or an outright flight response.
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HISTORY
I. 0-10 Years
The first decade of Arthur's life, although difficult due to their financial situation, was a fairly normal one. He'd never known his father, nor was his mother willing to tell him about the sort of man he'd been. For the longest time, it was just Arthur and his mother against the rest of the world. They lived off whatever land they had and grew much of their own food which they could sometimes sell for a small profit. Some days were harder than others, especially when the attacks would happen too closely together. Except during his designated chore times, Arthur and his mother spent the majority of their time indoors with the shutters drawn and the doors locked. They couldn't even invest in any livestock because they thought it would draw too much unwanted attention to them. Reading and listening to his mother's stories became his only (and thus his automatic favourite) pass-time. She was tight-lipped when it came to her own family but she taught him much of her culture and beliefs, and he cherished every moment that they spent in each other's company. As such, it was especially shocking when she was suddenly taken ill. They didn't have the money to access any sort of medical care so they hoped that it would pass on its own if given the time. Her death was a slow and painful process, he'd seen. At night, she could hardly sleep and groaned persistently as she tossed and turned. During the day, she would vomit often and scarcely be able to eat or drink through the spluttering. This went on for some months and Arthur could see her losing the will to keep on fighting it. She became quieter and quieter over time, lost weight more rapidly than he'd ever seen, and shortly thereafter she passed in the night.

II. 11-14 Years
Otherwise described in his own words as the most formative years of his life. With the recent passing of his mother, Arthur became an orphan at the age of ten. Since they had no one else in their lives at the time, he had little choice but to arrange a funeral of his own making and even dig the hole in which he buried his own mother's body. He continued to live on that small patch of land for another half a year or so before their small shanty home was repossessed and sold, and consequently he was forced to take to the streets of Blackwater. He returned as often as he could to lay flowers at her grave site but eventually the new owners began to threaten him and chase him off the property if they saw him, so his visits were becoming decreasingly frequent until they stopped altogether. After that, he felt well and truly alone in the world. He slept in alleyways, underneath carriages, and (if not caught) he could sometimes sneak into empty stables and animal pens. He turned to thievery for a couple of years since he didn't know how to hunt yet. He would steal small amounts more frequently so as not to cause a fuss or risk being chased. A bread roll from the basket of an old woman or a piece of fruit from an open stall. On one of the fewer larger-scale thefts, he had snatched an unattended bag from in front of a tavern one day. Its contents didn't include much of immediate use to him, except for a book titled 'The Traveller's Guide to Living from the Land.' Although it took a considerable amount of trial and error, he eventually became more self-sufficient. Life on the streets still wasn't easy by any stretch of the word but at least he no longer had to go against his own moral code merely to survive.

III. 15 Years
As hectic as Arthur's life had become, he had still somehow managed to develop a routine when it came to his daily activities. It brought some much-needed organisation to the mess that was his life on the streets. As time went on and he became more adjusted to this lifestyle, he knew how to turn a blind eye to most things that he saw. Survival became the only thought that occupied his mind for a very long time and in order to achieve that, he spent a great deal of time biting his tongue against the urge to intervene. He was a boy who had his own ideas about what it meant to be a decent person and he grew to despise the residents of Blackwater who didn't meet those standards. Even so, he was still only a child of 15 and could be considered borderline malnourished, so there was little he could do in the way of keeping the peace. He'd even thought about approaching officers of the law but seeing the way they acted with others, he doubted they would've ever taken him seriously.

There were rumblings among the townsfolk on one particular day. From the bits and pieces he'd picked up as he walked the streets, it was the sudden appearance of a Hunter in town that was causing the stir. Even if the sight of a Hunter had become commonplace, this one was said to be causing some issues in nearby local saloon. Whether by an act of fate or simply a coincidence that came about as a result of his curiosity, he went against his better judgement and decided to check it out. It wouldn't be so bad if he simply kept his distance, he'd thought. As he drew closer to the building, the sound of the commotion grew louder and it hadn't even been a minute since he'd first spotted the building than the doors swung open, making way for the airborne body of the Hunter. Arthur watched as his body hit the ground and rolled a short distance before falling limp, face-down in the dirt. The surrounding crowds, seemingly satisfied, all dispersed and went about their business. A long time passed as the man lay unconscious on the ground. Arthur was sitting on a nearby a stack of crates, watching for the slightest sign of movement. It was nightfall by the time the man groaned and made an attempt at lifting his head. All day, people had stepped over him (some had even stepped on him, intentionally or otherwise) without a single one checking that he was okay, or alive for that matter. Arthur had been the first to approach him in all that time with one helping hand extended, though he knew he wasn't strong enough to lift the man. It was never his intention to make himself known to the Hunter but Arthur had been sat alone with his thoughts for long enough that he couldn't justify leaving him out in the streets overnight.

He'd been drunk, Arthur noted. Whether or not the man was beginning to sober up, he couldn't tell, but after a small struggle he managed to get him to his feet and they walked a short distance to a nearby set of steps. There was a long, uncomfortable silence that followed and Arthur waited with utmost patience. "Where... did you get that?" the man had asked suddenly with an accusatory tone. It had only taken Arthur a second to realise that the comment was referencing his necklace. It had been a gift he'd received from his mother and he hadn't taken it off a single time since that day; it was perhaps the only physical item that he cherished more than his own life. Instinctively, he had become a bit guarded but even as a boy, Arthur was honest to a fault. Not that he had any particular reason to lie about its origin. When he explained that it had belonged to his late mother, there was a sudden softness in this stranger's eyes that took him aback. It hadn't lasted long, however, as the man bent his head back and laughed louder than anything Arthur had heard in his entire lifetime. He continued to laugh for some time until it dwindled into silence once more. "Of fuckin' course," he'd muttered to himself. "I guess you're coming with me then, kid."
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So begins...

Arthur Talbot's Story