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Rufus Arendale

"Freedom is fickle. One moment you have it, the next you don't. Never take it for granted."

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a character in “Project Dragonfly”, as played by Gladis



"Freedom is fickle. One moment you have it, the next you don't. Never take it for granted."


Rufus Luther Arendale




Face Claim:
Hijikata Toshirou

"I live by the philosophy 'each to their own'. You don't bother me, I won't bother you. Sounds good?"



Negative Traits:
✘ Blunt: Rufus is not one to believe in sparing other's feelings. If he's got something to say, he'll say it, no matter the consequences.
✘ Ritualistic: Rufus needs a certain amount of order in his life. Without it, he easily gets antsy stressed. This has almost become an obsession. There are certain things he absolutely needs to do.
✘ Dogmatic: Once Rufus has decided to think in a certain way, his mind is next to impossible to change.
✘ Gloomy: Rufus is a lot of things, but a ray of sunshine is not one of them.
✘ Cautious: Rufus always seems a little more aware of his surroundings than could be considered normal.
✘ Foul Mouthed: Rufus's use of language is not always the prettiest.
✘ Trust Issues: Rufus... certainly does not trust easily. Once he does, however, you will know that you can always count on him.

Positive Traits:
βœ” Alert: Rufus is usually very alert to his surroundings- paying attention to the smallest of details.
βœ” Athletic: He may already be in his thirties, but that does by no means make him any less fit. Rufus is athletic and makes sure to remain that way.
βœ” Avid Reader: Rufus reads a lot, and he does so fast. Not only due to his work, but also because he enjoys it.
βœ” Genuine: While not exactly having the mildest of tempers and possessing quite the foul mouth, Rufus is genuine. He makes use of a lot of sarcasm, but he is not the kind to lie. He'll state his true opinion about things in almost every case.
βœ” Clever: He is quick thinking and easily comes up with plans, ideas and solutions. It's also rare that he doesn't know what to say in any sort of situation.
βœ” Loyal: Rufus is a loyal friend, husband and father. Even if his trust is hard to gain, once you have it you can count on it always remaining intact.

His son coming to harm.

Sexual Preference:
His Family

His Family

βœ” Dogs
βœ” Coffee
βœ” Reading and Books
βœ” Miles
βœ” Challenges
βœ” Freedom
βœ” Motorcycles
βœ” Swords and Firearms
βœ” Smoking
βœ” Working

✘ Small Spaces
✘ Being Confined
✘ Doctors
✘ Idiots
✘ Half Finished Projects
✘ Vampire Flicks
✘ Spiders
✘ E-books
✘ Having his sleep disturbed
✘ Headphones
✘ Sweet Foods

"What in the world are you staring at? Don't you have anything better to waste your time on?"


Hair Color:

Eye Color:

A vicious scar and his left shoulder blade and the back of his neck. One even larger crossing his chest, running all the way across his shoulder to his back. It is barely visible these days, however, as he's tattooed a wolf over it. Rufus has several smaller scars scattered all across his body, though none worth mentioning.

77 kg

183 cm

"My son is my one and everything."


Editor at a Book Publishing Company

βœͺ Reading
βœͺ Smoking
βœͺ Motorcycling

Biographic History:
There isn't really a lot of interesting stuff to be said about Rufus' past. He grew up in quite a small town, spending most of his youth skipping class, drinking and fooling around with men and women both. That was, until he met and fell in love with Mile's mother, who somehow managed to make him settle down.

They had a son, a little boy they named Miles. Sadly, she passed away shortly after his birth, leaving Rufus alone as a single father. Rufus managed to get a job at a book publishing firm, though had to move to Eastford as staying in his home town would be too far away.

Now, four years after her death, he's living quite peacefully in a little house with his son, mainly minding his own business- and he hopes it remains that way.

So begins...

Rufus Arendale's Story


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#, as written by Lyysa

It was a quiet Saturday morning, more like time for lunch but since Vincent had not felt like getting out of bed when he woke up the first time he was still in there. It was not because he was tired, it was more like his whole body was protesting so he was not that urged to move. He felt a bit bruised, most likely because he had got a bit beaten up at yesterday’s mission. Still there was no bruise to be found on his body, it was only a play of his mind - since he was aware of the fact that he had gotten extreme amounts of metal in him. The part that was the worst was getting them out of the healed wounds however, because that was not something the body did by itself and sometimes the projectiles do get stuck in there. The operations to get them out was not something Vincent would recommend to anyone. It was mostly ripping the metal out of his body before the opening had closed up again. And now he felt exhausted after spending the first hours of the night on the operation table.

But after a couple of more moments of hiding his face in the softness of the pillow he crawled out of bed like a sloth. When he was done stretching out his stiff body, waking up the body before even consider dressing himself. But hey, it was his room and no one was allowed to enter it like he avoided to enter the other rooms. As the body started to wake up he stepped over to his closet and started to dress up, putting on his usually black jeans, and taking out a white t-shirt and leather jacket that he carried with him out of the room. Sure they shared a big house, these so called "siblings", but no there wasn't bathrooms attached to every room and that was why Vincent walked around bare chested inside the house without the slightest shame.

It wasn't a long way from his room to one of the bathrooms and when he was inside he took a shower before dressing up completely. As he left the room he couldn't help but notice that someone had tampered with the decor and as he walked pass it he fixed it so it looked like it usually did. When done he went down the stairs and even if there was people around the house he didn't bother with greeting them. He just walked inside the living room over to the bookshelf and started to inspect the content. Controlling that it still was the way he had left them before going away on the mission, this was not his books it was those the whole family shared. Or you could call it a cover and things the organization had left them so that they had things to play around with when they weren't working. And so Vincent picked out a book after choosing wisely and left the room. He had been indoors for such a long time - in his opinion. As long as it wasn't too sunny outside he preferred to outdoors, more space between him and the other's then. More space for him to be alone in. Inside the house it was almost impossible not to have people breathing down his neck if not being locked up inside his personal room.

As he walked down the street outside the house he started to read the first page of the book, heading over to the square to sit down on his bench. Yeah, Vincent had claimed on of them in his mind. And as he arrived he sat down under the tree and continued to read his book - alone. The way he wanted it.