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Arman Felch

A man out of place with the world around him, in truth all he wants is a purpose.

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a character in “The Land of Nod”, as played by claw

Description

Name: Arman Felch

Age: 21

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Appearance: Standing at a healthy 5 foot 10, with no real build of fat or muscle to speak of, Arman is in short, physically not exactly the most capable of people. In fact some would ascribe him to being down right dull to look at; A plain enough face with an average jawline, a nose that has never been broken sitting above an all round normal enough mouth, a set of dull blue eyes that have a constant look of dim confusion glazed into their depths and atop his head a slightly unkempt mop of boring old mousy brown hair. All in all, as simple a look as a man can achieve all without any effort being taken part.

And yet Arman is strangely proud of his averageness, nothing exciting is caused by the looks of a man who wouldn't seem out of place hanging around the editing room of an out of date newspaper office. He doesn't cause fights in bars over people clamouring to get to his looks and he doesn't have people insult him for his ugliness either. Arman is perfectly happy being perfectly average, and yet he doesn't exactly know why.

Personality: Arman has an outstanding amount of indifference concerning the world around him. Somewhere bordering nihilism, he sees the world as one long journey where both good an bad eventually end up at the same place, so why be concerned about the steps in between? At least that is his personal philosophy it should in no way be misunderstood that he is apathetic to others. In fact he is very willing and happy to help out other people, though he knows inside that he isn't much good on that front, considering his lack of any real physical skills. Instead he will put on a brave face, smile and try to help those in need with a laugh and a good injection of good humour, even if at times it feels oddly hollow to him.

He is not a being with a perfect personality of course, who is after all? He has a deep set commitment issue and often takes rejection and others wanting to spend time away from him badly, though he tries to make up for it afterwards he can never recognise when his presence is unwanted unless it is expressively told to his face in black and white. Even then he might not take it too well. He also has a fair few things that make him either anxious or downright afraid. The notion of death and nothingness after life is such a vast terror it would break him if he thought too hard about it, as a by-product, he has a deep aversion to unnecessary violence. Though he knows force is sometimes needed in life, using it in extremes just doesn't sit right with him at all.

Arman also carried a deep routed dislike, or some would even say hatred of addictives such as drugs or alcohol or even coffee. And even strangely enough he gets increasingly nervous around cars and that only gets worse the longer he spends around them, or if he is inside one the faster that he is going at. Though he knows full well that it a silly thing to be nervous around, after all its not the car that causes accidents, rather the people driving them. Still, he can't fully shake his unease around them.

Abilities:

Adaptive: Through some quirk of fate, Arman seems to get along with new situations surprisingly quickly. Indeed he can pick up basic skills and idea with relative ease, making him a rather skilled learner as a result.

Cheerful: If his all but carefree personality can be called an ability, it would certainly qualify by sheer strength alone. Nearly nothing that Arman encounters tends to phase his sunny disposition for very long. And if one person is happy, then surely it can't all be that bad right?

Equipment: Wearing a pair of running trainers, slightly faded jeans, a plain, dull green shirt under a fake leather jacket, Arman is hardly equipped for any great adventure. But then again, what else would he be going about his day to day life in? Long black robes and on the back of some winged beast or something?

History Overview: Born rather unusually in the air above the Atlantic ocean whilst his mother and father were on a flight from Munich to Los Angeles, they were returning from visiting his fathers family in his native Germany when the sudden birth occurred. Much to everyone's growing surprise at the whole situation Arman was born a twin, despite doctors having found no sign of a second life growing in his mothers womb. His brother was named Earnest and he Arman and the small, happy family touched down in the states to settle into long planned family life.

Growing up, Arman sometimes felt that he was excluded or ignored by the people around him. Though he didn't really blame them, simply because everyone loved Earnest. He was a kind and always happy soul, even more so than Arman himself. Where Arman lived by a code of cheerful indifference, Earnest lived by the morals of charity and care, and naturally it earned him a large circle of friends. Though they both grew up in a pretty good area, and were often considered an interesting oddity for their invasive German accents, both boys grew gradually aware of the growing tensions in their family home. Their father had been growing steadily further and further away from their mother and turning increasingly towards drink to keep him happy. They never really learned what had caused the change but by some silent agreement they had both decided that their parents were just drifting apart naturally and there was nothing much they could do about it. Indeed, though there was the occasional shouting match between the two parents, and they did become more common as time went on they never escalated to violence as far as the young boys were aware.

Things came to a head one day, when their father who was still fairly drunk from last nights boozing session took them out on a day trip outside the city. Part way through the fairly uneventful drive their father lapsed in concentration, knocked into a passing car and lost control of the car, ending up in a ditch. Luckily for all involved, the worse injury was a small bruise on the side of Earnests head that quickly faded. As did their parents marriage.

The divorce was swiftly carried out after that and somehow against all odds the twins were split up, with Earnest going with his father and Arman staying with his mother in L.A. The two grew up separately and for a few years they even lost contact. Earnest was living in the high rises of New York now after all, and they were both busy teenagers with their own schedules to try to keep with. With some minor success in Armans case. After scraping by his final grades from high school, he went straight into trying to find some form of carer, bouncing from small time job to small time job with no real commitment or satisfaction from any of them. Earnest he later found out was in the process of becoming a doctor, most likely the result of having to live around an alcoholic father, and both of them seemed to be happy. At least Earnest seemed to be having everything line up for him, Arman on the other hand felt... Incomplete, like his purpose was dancing around him, but he still couldn't see it. But he didn't mind, he'd find out his purpose in the world one way or another. He was sure of it.

So begins...

Arman Felch's Story

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He could hear a peculiar beeping noise, it sounded faint and almost lazy in its distance before it faded out altogether. Only to be replaced by that odd jolting feeling one can feel just as they have gotten comfortable and are just a few breaths away from slumber, and yet somehow the body feels like it is falling and suddenly has to kick itself into awareness once more. Usually this is responded by a sigh of annoyance before trying to get back into a sweet soft before the sheets go cold.

In Armans case however, things weren't as simple. Or as comfortable.

That strange jolt kicked him into awareness and his eyes snapped open. There were a few things that didn't add up right here. First of all instead of being surrounded by darkness, as one would expect when being jolted awake, the sky was a monochromatic light show, deep purples danced slowly with bright yellows whilst strikes of red intertwined with lines of sea blue. It was certainly an unusual sight, the impressive collection of multicoloured light aside, the fact that his ceiling had also decided to vanish only made his bewilderment grow. The second major bizarreity was that he also not awoken in his bed as one would also expect. Instead he lay perfectly horizontally, over what looked like a potentially bottomless drop, with only his heels touching firm ground. Part of him wanted to be afraid, but then again, if he had remained levitating there for this long what was there to be scared of?

At least he had been levitating there, until he began to think on the whole hanging over a vast ledge issue. At which point he could feel the distinct feeling of inertia working its wiles on him as suddenly, and no doubt rather comically, his body began to rise. It was as though he was a vampire in a 1950s horror flick, that always made him laugh seeing the monster go from laying down to standing up, somehow with his feel being equipped by hydrolic presses. Now he was the one doing it himself he could barely stop himself giggling at just how silly it must look. When his body had righted itself he let out a cheerful "Ding!" As though he had just ridden an elevator upwards.

He took a tentative step forwards, and was happily pleased to discover that the ground wasn't about to wrench itself out from under him, he took some more. And a few more after that for good measure. Even though he knew he should probably watch where he was walking, he found he couldn't help watch the maddening display of light above him, besides. For some unknown reason the rock beneath him was totally flat, featureless and a dull unimpressive block of white. It felt to him that the sky above had stolen all the colour from the ground and was now waving it about as if to show off. Arman felt it was rather rude that the sky would try doing that, as far as he was concerned there was nothing wrong with the ground, a few of his close friends spent a lot of time with the ground. He himself had pretty good relations with the ground, he'd always had a good relation with the ground. In fact the way the sky was carrying on he might just try to build a wall to show it a lesson.

Arman almost had to slap himself there, political jokes weren't really funny when you don't appear to be in a place where politics are necessarily a part of the way things go around here, especially if the sky can steal colour. Hopefully it wouldn't get any ideas about him. He picked up the pace none the less, better safe than sorry.

After a few minutes walking he came across something that seemed entirely out of place on the flat, white ground. Right in front of him the ground rather sharply fell inwards, in fact it was like that for quite a distance. It looked like the giant hole in the ground formed a perfect bowl, and strangely enough it was entirely black. It was very outlandish to see this huge black bowl just sitting around with no sign of what even caused it. He looked about to see if there was any sign of anything else nearby.

Instead as he turned around he saw what little tiny stones floating around in mid air, some of them were even connected to each other.
"Well that's unusual... Unusualer?" What even was unusual any more? But as he moved to try to get a better look at these tiny stones two things happened. First of all he saw that they were carved into the image of a bunch of little floating islands. The second, he was made aware of a most unusual rumbling going on with the ground beneath him, that only seemed to grow louder. Taking a look down he couldn't help but noticed the giant black bowl both shrinking and getting closer to him. Though he wanted to run away his feet no longer seemed to touch the ground. Things continued to escalate as the floating islands next to his head began to grow bigger or more likely he began to shrink. And then he began to fall.

It wasn't a particularly eventful drop, just one containing a lot of confused screaming as he plummeted earthward, the giant white surface growing increasingly small in the distance as the sky began to return to normality. He couldn't help but notice that the once vast surface he had been standing on now revealed that it was no more than a common dice. Before he could really take the time to appreciate this finding, he found the ground was approaching rather quickly. And in fact he found out the hard way, by smacking straight into it.

Oddly though instead of being a hard thwack and then nothing, the ground folded inwards around him, slowing him down. And then rather rudely it bounced him back upwards like a springboard, only with yet more confused shouting. This process repeated itself until he had finally come to a stop, leaving him to wonder just what on earth was going on around here.

Until he was hit on the head by a small, falling dice.

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Zahara woke with a ringing in her ears, like church-bells, or an old fashioned phone...or maybe some other annoying item...like an alarm-clock? Had she fallen asleep? Again? She hadn't thought she was that tired from the double shift she had pulled but she must have zonked out after getting home....home...how had she gotten home? She didn't recall the long cold walk she usually had to take..speaking of cold. Why was it so cold?

Zahara peeked her eyes open slowly with a yawn...and was shocked to find she was definitely not in her apartment in New York.

"Where in high hell am I?" Zahara said as she sat up quickly and surveyed the surroundings. This was an unusual place. She hesitated as she got to her feet and brushed herself off. She appeared to be in a beautiful field of multi colored flowers. Deep hues of reds and blues swayed gently around her. Light displays that rivaled that of aurora borealis, highs of green and blue that took her breath away. She felt the sudden need to reach out to the sky. She wanted to touch it...take it with her, become a part of it... Suddenly she heard singing, like a sirens song. A sound so melodic and beautiful it almost broke her heart. Something was very wrong here. This place seemed so familiar, yet she had never been here before. It was so different from her mundane life full of work, sleep, and repeat. She felt at peace...and yet... She knew she could not very well stay here. Purples and oranges caught her eyes as she spun around uncertain of how she had gotten...well wherever the hell here was.

"Impossible?....'Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.'" She murmured to herself, quoting her favorite book 'Alice in Wonderland' as she brushed her hands along the tops of the flowers.

Zahara turned suddenly as she heard a sound of utter terror, and noted a man falling from the sky....but then he was flying up again.

"What...?" She whispered as she took off at a steady pace towards the ...the only work she could think of was....bouncing?....man. Maybe he would know what was gong on in this peculiar world.

"Hello?" She called as she approached him unsure of how a stranger would react to her.

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Arman rubbed his head where the small dice had fallen from the sky. He wondered at the poetic irony of both waking up hanging pretty much entirely over the edge of the little bit of plastic only for it to wind up coming straight back at him on the attack. Feeling for the throbbing point of pain he checked to make sure we wasn't bleeding. Luckily no such thing had occurred. With a groan he sat up and looked around, the ground seemed pretty normal this time around and the sky didn't look as much as if it were planning to steal something from him this time around. Still, could he really trust it when it had dropped him onto the small island chain... Or had it shrunken him down enough to fit... Or did the islands themselves grow? It was certainly a quandary.

He supposed it didn't really matter which one it was, after all no point crying over spilled milk right? Still, the bit about the ground not turning him into an Arman-pancake was rather nice. He pressed a palm against the ground and pushed, it didn't budge this time. Applying more pressure he only managed to end up digging his hand into the dirt, without it bouncing back into form. Maybe it was a one time offer from the ground to him? Or perhaps this strange place didn't really follow any strict rules and did whatever it wanted?

Well whichever case it was he wanted to have some memento of the event, perhaps he could show his brother if he was somewhere around here. And who couldn't find a use for a dice anyway? He got up onto his knees and began to crawl backwards and forwards looking for the dice wherever it was hiding. The little white thing was trying to smuggle itself underneath a small rock, where it had landed like a meteorite after rather rudely bouncing off his own head first. He digged the dice out and held it up to the light to get a better look at it. Whipping off the little bit of dirt that was still clumped to the sides, it seemed to be a totally plain and normal dice. He couldn't help but appreciate that fact about it, it almost reminded him of his own non-descriptiveness, a trait often ascribed to him which he wasn't exactly going to complain about. He found comfort in being so perfectly average that it almost made him stand out.

"Hello?" Called out a voice behind him, making him jump and spin around, still on his knees. He clutched his chest over his heart and breathed out a sigh from between tight lips when he saw the voice originated from a girl who didn't look like she was much older than himself. He took a deep breath get his air back and to try to settle his heartbeat back down to normal before pocketing the dice and getting himself back up to his feet.

"Jeez, you made me jump a little there." He called back cheerfully. "I uh... I didn't really expect anyone else to be around here. Well, I probably should have, but I did just fall out of the sky... I think... Or the ground grew big enough for me to land on it." He waved a hand as if to clear the air. "Eeeh, it was all pretty weird. Sorry I'm rambling a bit aren't I? I'm Arman, by the way, Arman Felch. What about you?" He smiled at the girl, not for a moment thinking that anything peculiar could happen any more now that he was on solid ground with another person around.

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"Jeez, you made me jump a little there. I uh... I didn't really expect anyone else to be around here. Well, I probably should have, but I did just fall out of the sky... I think... Or the ground grew big enough for me to land on it." He waved a hand as if to clear the air. Zarhara smiled gently and listen to him intently.

So she HAD seen him fall from the sky. This was crazy, and impossible. This had to be a dream...or something like it. Maybe a hallucination? Had she taken too many sleeping pills, or maybe the chunky monkey before bed was the issue. No more chocolate before bed.

"Eeeh, it was all pretty weird. Sorry I'm rambling a bit aren't I? I'm Arman, by the way, Arman Felch. What about you?" He said as he smiled. Zahara examined the boy in front of her. This whole situation is peculiar....and his rambling was kind of funny. It made him seem more relatable she supposed.

Zahara hesitated only for a moment before she smiled brightly and responded:
"My name is Zahara Rhea, a pleasure to meet you."

"Do you know where we are? I...woke up here and for the life of me I have no clue how to get here..." She said as she looked around unsure of herself suddenly. Everything was different around here...The breeze picked up and pulled a loose strand of her hair. She brushed her hair behind her ear and shrugged. No point in panicking.

"Do you...mind if we stick together for the time being?" she asked suddenly as she examined their surroundings. Too strange to be along.

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