Arcc
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Character Name: Arcc
Author: User:A.R.C.C. Impulse
Faction: Currently Unaffiliated
Earliest Appearance: An Abnormal Day in MegaTokyo
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Psychological analysis:
Empathetic. He will offer help to anybody who asks him, even if he suspects a trap; he believes that the chance to aid somebody who truly needs it outweighs any risk to himself. Tends to obsess over various things, but is self-aware enough to avoid becoming a zealot. Slightly gullible. Does not often become angry due to an excessive amount of patience, but tends to lose self-control when he does. Also suffers from occasional depression.
Abilities and skills:
He is technically a Paladin, but has none of the supernatural abilities that most paladins have because he never was taught how to attain them. He is trained in western fencing and kendo, and a small bit of unarmed kung-fu, though lacks mastery in these. He is a skilled sailor and outdoorsman.
Equipment and appearence:
Arcc wears perscription glasses with amber-tinted lenses to reduce eyestrain. His hair is dark copper-brown and he wears a bandana to keep it out of his face. He has a thin goatee and moustache. His clothes are a mismatch of the modern and archaic. He wears jeans and modern desert hiking boots with buckled straps designed to keep sand out, and a medeival-style padded tunic, under which he sometimes wears a light bulletproof vest. He wears a plate gorget(neck armor), vambraces(forearm armor), and greaves(shin armor) over these. He has a wool cloak he uses to protect himself from harsh weather and sometimes for sleeping on, but usually remains strapped to his pack. He also carries a finely crafted sword with gilt and and silver fittings, and the words "To Seek. To Learn. To Do." engraved on the scabbard.
Backstory:
Arcc's real name is Robert Collins. He was born into a middle-class American family and didn't have many dreams for much of his life. His parents traveled a lot, so he saw many people and places, but he was very disillusioned with much of what he saw happening in the world.
However, this changed with a sudden encounter when he was fourteen years old. He found an old man dying of dehydration along a hiking trail in New Mexico, and saved his life. Robert and the old man quickly became friends, and Robert spent much time listening to the old man's stories. The man seemed especially fond of a fairy tale about a group of knights who abandoned their nobilities and the services of their kings to become wandering heroes, devoted to serving and protecting others, called paladins.
About a month after they had first met, however, Robert arrived at the man's cabin to find that the old man had fallen ill the previous night. The man called him close and said, "Listen well. The fairy tale I have told you is true. The world you see so obviously, is not all that is. You do not see what you expect not to see, but there are things that happen every day that defy modern reasoning. You do not believe me, but you shall." The man briefly recovered his strength and pulled a long box from beneath the bed. In it was a sword with a golden hilt. Drawing it, the man furrowed his brow slightly. A bright blue flame shot from the hilt, wreathing the blade in cerulean fire. The man relaxed, and it vanished. "I was once a paladin, having been inherited this sword from another paladin. I have decided that you shall inherit it from me. It is a special blade, and one day you will gain by it the power to save others. It is my greatest regret I could not teach you more. But, I know you have potential, and it is my will that you remember what I have told you, and continue to follow the honorable path that you might one day be a guardian capable of protecting those who cannot defend themselves against a true evil." The man died shortly after, leaving Robert in a state of astonishment. It was a year before he began to accept what the old man had meant about the world that was so obvious that people subconsciously rejected it.
Robert spent the next few years studying fencing and martial arts and spending money on things other people just couldn't understand. When he was eighteen and he left his parents to begin living on his own, he stopped referring to himself by his name and began calling himself Arcc, a distorted version of his initials, because he had become a burden on his family.
One year later, when he was nineteen years old, he bought a sailboat and set out across the Pacific ocean. Because for the first time in his life, he had felt something, almost a sort of premonition, that he needed to be somewhere. The aimless attempts to follow in the footsteps of his old mentor without any guidance or direction were over. Something was going to happen, and he somehow felt as if he had been called to Megatokyo.
