Arthur Vinson

[Arthur Vinson]

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ARTHUR VINSON

53 • MALE • HUMAN • STRAIGHT • CUSTUM

Diamond in the Rough

And I just can't get enough

Arthur is a very tall man towering at six feet four inches, and carries a thick/heavy/muscular frame that weighs about two hundred and twenty five pounds. The skin that covers his frame is very fair seeing as he doesn't ever see the light of day through the thick city smog. Under his clothes, his skin is riddled with scars that he got on his missions as an assassin. His long disheveled hair is almost completely grayed but there is still is a hint that says his hair use to be mostly blonde. His facial features are strong, with a very strong jaw line and a prominent nose. His face is covered with a grayed beard that covers his jaw line, chin, and lower checks. Inside his aged eye sockets are light blue eyes that have a piercing quality. They let anyone looking into them, know that he has been through a lot in his life. Don't expect to hear him talk about him. On his forehead, right at the end of his left eyebrow all the way to his hair line is a scar he got when got attacked by a wolf so long ago. Overall, his appearance is german, like his bloodline.

Arthur is very well dressed on normal occasions, always wearing slacks and a nice button down shirt and vest. When he is out in the public view, he often is wearing a trench coat of some verity and, when it is very cold outside, there is usually a scarf to accompany it. He wears a pair of simple dress shoes to complete his over all look. His eyesight, weakening as he get older, is corrected by small lenses no frame glasses. His hands are kept company throughout the day when he pulls out a cigarette from his pockets. He is not a chain smoker, but he does smoke more then he should, especially for his age. Old habits die hard. Even though Arthur is no longer an assassin, he keeps two guns around his waist for protection and to help anyone that needs it. His aim and reaction time is still impeccable, even though many years have passed.

It's All a Part of Me

And that's who I am

Arthur is a secretive person not letting anyone into his thoughts or his history. When he is alone, or out in public by himself, he looks as if he is deep in thought about something. He often thinks about the past and about how things could have been. See, this is one of his problems. He dwells in the past and has issues looking forward. Despite his dark past and his previous occupation as an assassin, he shows no sign of blood lust or madness of any kind. In fact, he shows a quite a bit of remorse and sadness. He is regretful of his past and wishes he could change it. Hoping to turn around his bad deeds, he strives to help those in need. He shows a great deal of loyalty to those that have earned it and have gained his trust. For them he will risk his life, just as his best friend did for him long ago.

Arthur doesn't mind much for the sunlight and feels he deserves every cloudy day. He likes it when rain falls from the sky because the rain hitting the city fixtures helping him to relax. Usually Arthur is constantly stressed because he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, something he shouldn't do alone. He does not fear death, for he has looked inside its eyes many times. He does, however, fear leaving the world too soon and not being able to make up for the crimes that he has committed. He wishes that he could leave his pistels behind, but, because of how horribly violent the world has gotten, he is unable to set it down. Many would call for his help, and must answer. his guns are a last resort, but sometimes strength is not good enough, especially when wolves and animals are thrown into the picture. Long ago, he had issues with wolves and other creatures that would cloak themselves as humans. He had good reason to, but one day that changed and he realized not all of them were bad. Not all of them were rotten to the core. It was then, he realized he had to change.

It's Time to Fly

And let's just say goodbye

Arthur was born in the city of Vale and has resided there his whole life. He grew up like any other human, with a mother and father that loved him very dearly. The city schools made him rough and tough, so he wouldn't be the one that would get picked on. He was fairly popular and never had to really worry about his safety. In his sophomore year of high school, he met a 23 year old guy that would become a bad influence on him and his future. The guys name Vandel and dealt in the business of guns and murder. Before he knew it, he was handling guns and learning the tricks of the trade. He cared about the lives of others but for some, reason, he fell into the pit of darkness and blindfolded himself with ignorance. He stopped going to school and became a part of Vandel's assassin crew. His life would change drastically, and he would soon loose any sight of his family.

Arthur would serve in the crew and become a legend on the streets. After Vandel died in a mission accident, Arthur would break his ties with the crew and become a hitman. Money was scarce, but he made due. On some of his missions, he would sometimes run into a very pretty female hitman that was very skilled. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, she was so captivating to him. They would play games seeing who could get the hit first. He would win most of the time, she had to win a few to keep it interesting, no? Through this, they would become very close and eventually Arthur would get enough courage to ask her out for a normal outing. They would fall in love and would become engaged. This happiness, however, would not last forever. A pack of malicious human hating wolves would attack them. Caught off guard, Arthur would not be able to react until it was to late and he held her in his arms. She was dead and there was blood everywhere. It is here that he would gain his somber disposition and never let go.

Arthur found it hard to let anyone in after that horrible day. He went about his hitman business, emotionless on the out side, but full of rage on the inside. He developed a hate against the shape shifting animals that took his love away. Eventually he would open up to a young man with a soft smile, Roy. Roy reminded Arthur, now 32, of himself when he was his age. He would teach Roy what he knew, but not not as he was taught. Roy learned a respect that Arthur never got taught, but had to learn through the deaths of those he loved ones. Side by side, for years they would work together taking the hits to survive. During one of their missions, they would find themselves cornered by a pack of wolves. They were able shot them all down but the leader. Down side was that they had no ammunition to take it down. Arthur stood his ground cursing the wolf until he saw right before his eyes, Roy transforming into a wolf and attacking the leader. Arthur was in shock and didn't know what to do. He stood there and watched the two battle it out with tears in his eyes. He couldn't believe that Roy was a wolf, the very thing that had killed his fiance. The battle would soon be over, leader dead and Arthur crouching over the dying body of his friend, heck his adopted son, Roy. He let the tears hit Roy's face. All those times he had told Roy he hated wolves and why, Roy never flinched but would smile softly in response and say 'It's alright' Arthur would hold the Roy's wolven body and bury it with respect. He had seen, yet another, one of his loved one die.

Now, almost two decades later, Arthur still lives in Vale, repenting for his sins. He doesn't want to suffer anymore, but he can't help but to think about all those that he has lost and all of those that he has killed. He dwells in the past and has no real thought of the future. Deep down, he want's to, but he is going to need some help. He past is all he has left.

Your Voice is so Soft

Speak up so they can know you

The noise was loud. The street cluttered and there was a constant buzz in the air. There was no where anyone could possibly go without hearing something. There was no peace, no quiet, just buzzing. That damn buzzing. Arthur was walking down one of the overly crowed dusty streets. He stood out amongst the hurrying people. Apparently, he was walking too slow because many people would grunt or heave heavy sighs when they would pass him quickly. He was a large six foot four inch man that often was unaware of just how large he was. This was many because he never really paid much attention to his surroundings, a habit that he had gained after Roy had died. He locked himself up wondering if he would ever see himself free ever again. His arm braised across his pistols hidden under his long black coat jacket. They would stand right by his side until the day he would die, only now they would not be used for senseless murder, but only to defend. Maybe someday, he could he could smile again despite the weights attached to his sides and burdens upon his shoulders. Maybe someday…

Arthur sighed and kept on moving forward, this time at a more up to traffic tempo. He could feel old emotions well up in inside him fueling his fire. He always wondered why was it him that they chose, why was it him that got the calling kill. Often times it would worry him how he had let himself get into that. He never had any malicious intensions and never really had any hate until the wolves murdered his fiancé. He had long since been killing for a living. Was his problem that he didn’t have much personal decision-making or that he was a fairly unemotional person. Often times he just went with the flow, following the current. If only he wasn’t so cool, maybe he could of stood up against his life style. He didn’t and now he had to pay for it. He just kept doing what he knew best, until it was too late, until he lost just one too many people he cared about. The cycle broke and he was sick and tire of loosing everyone that he cared about. Every one. With that, he stopped making friends, stopped finding hope in anyone or himself. He would no loss anyone else. Good luck cracking his shell, good luck befriending him, because it might be the most difficult thing you might ever have to go through.

((-head desk- This is so bad, just don't want to write more. I need a muse injection or something. I am so not reposting this x.x ))

Peel the Mask Off

Just who are you anyway?

RPr name: 'kae
age: twenty
you got something to share: Arthur is goin' to be bitchin', yeah, I went there.
where you found our site: followed you guys like a little puppy from fp<3
other charaters: none yet~
anything else: I have nothing to fill in, in the 'other' category, yet, I am writing something in it.

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