Zelannia Arcrin
♡ Vivisection ♡
Silence is worse, somehow.
All it does is make me think.
All it does is make me think.
GENERAL
Name: Arkus Payrk
Species: Tetan Human
Residence: Empress Teta
Age: Young Adult
PERSONALITY
Lifestyle: The direct approach.
Sexuality: Bisexual (Presumably)
Theme Song: Fake It / Lost Control
TRAITS & FLAWS
- [+] Unnatural Insight: Arkus knows things he shouldn't possibly be able to know and can exert some influence on fate and fortune.
- [+/-] Take the Wheel: Some Voices are able and willing to act more directly if Arkus hands them the reins or is emotionally compromised.
- [-] Make Them Stop: Arkus partakes in various narcotics and engages in risky behaviour to
feel somethingmake them shut up for once.
- LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR
- Ornate beskar dagger, mono-molecular edge. Dubious provenance.
- Hutt Cartel Jubbagrappa. Utterly dishonourable. Have you no pride?
- A trust fund that bestows generous monthly stipends. Unearned. Pathetic.
- A Tactleneck and a personal energy shield projector. Cowardly misdirection.
- A posh art deco penthouse on Empress Teta filled with the works of better men.
- The Wicked Wail, a Mirror-class Star Yacht. A gaudy reminder of your inferiority complex.
- A magical tattoo that supposedly provides an edge while gambling. What an idiotic waste of talent.
Arkus could not remember a time before the Voices.
Born the only child of a family that had been wealthy long enough to be aristocracy in everything but name, Arkus was seemingly destined for a life of comfort. Even as a child he was just a bit off, however, as noted by several of his caretakers. Such a hospitable mind. In time, he learned to hide his more unusual experiences from his caretakers and especially his parents, for no Payrk could be seen as weak or worse yet foolish.
Despite or perhaps because of his hidden eccentricities, Arkus proved to be a prodigy of sorts. Leeching off the skill of his betters. This was expected, as far as his parents were concerned, but an affirmation was welcome. Kill the mongrel. Kill it. Kill it. Paint the walls with its blood.
Alas, tragedy struck. You should have stopped it. The boy was left an orphan. You were just a child, it was not your fault. Surrounded by servants and 'friends', certainly, but with no proper authority figures left. Sorrow is a vulnerability, let resolve take its place and you might improve.
Years passed. An education. Fleeting hobbies. Run-ins with the law smoothed over by well-meaning adults except the night you try to forget. They could not have covered that up, but I did and where is the gratitude? Power comes at a price, you snivelling whelp. You will learn in time.
More years passed but the Voices only grew clearer. The young man began to go to greater and greater extremes to cope.
Never alone, always lonely.
Born the only child of a family that had been wealthy long enough to be aristocracy in everything but name, Arkus was seemingly destined for a life of comfort. Even as a child he was just a bit off, however, as noted by several of his caretakers. Such a hospitable mind. In time, he learned to hide his more unusual experiences from his caretakers and especially his parents, for no Payrk could be seen as weak or worse yet foolish.
Despite or perhaps because of his hidden eccentricities, Arkus proved to be a prodigy of sorts. Leeching off the skill of his betters. This was expected, as far as his parents were concerned, but an affirmation was welcome. Kill the mongrel. Kill it. Kill it. Paint the walls with its blood.
Alas, tragedy struck. You should have stopped it. The boy was left an orphan. You were just a child, it was not your fault. Surrounded by servants and 'friends', certainly, but with no proper authority figures left. Sorrow is a vulnerability, let resolve take its place and you might improve.
Years passed. An education. Fleeting hobbies. Run-ins with the law smoothed over by well-meaning adults except the night you try to forget. They could not have covered that up, but I did and where is the gratitude? Power comes at a price, you snivelling whelp. You will learn in time.
More years passed but the Voices only grew clearer. The young man began to go to greater and greater extremes to cope.
Never alone, always lonely.
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