DEUS EX MACHINA PERSONNEL FORMThe HunterName: Arland Essex
Nicknames: Land
Gender: Male
Age: 23 (February 3)
Category: Moon - Moon is related more to repair/rescue and defense while sun is related more to offense.
Personality: Land is...
A free spirit. Incredibly laid back, he tends to go with the flow while approaching things from a 'c'est la vie' standpoint. It takes an incredible amount of stress (internal or external) to shake him visibly.
A little lazy. On the surface, at least. A large fan of naps and other related forms of relaxation, meditation and just zoning out while contemplating life, the universe and everything (42), some people just have no idea what Land does, if anything, until he actually does it.
A creative force. Along with a journal filled with the written word, Land also keeps a sketch log filled with images from memories, encounters and dreams. In addition to his first aid kit, he also has a compartmentalized box of beads and colored string/twine to make new bracelets and necklaces in the event he loses any of the ones he came to the Island wearing.
A ray of sunshine. Maybe it's the extra layers of clothes and his willingness to share them should anyone be cold, or maybe it's the smile that warms his face and lights his eyes. Land is usually in a bright mood and expresses this by humming, singing, whistling, etc. Hope you don't mind the noise...
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter? It had started the night he had gotten the scars on his face; setting him on a path that there was no coming back from. He had felt things before, but that was the first night that he had
seen something... He might have been fine if that was all it had been; no more than a spotting, a quick glimpse, but it had been more. Whatever it was that he had spotted had caught a glimpse of him as well.
Startled and quickly scrambling back, young Arland had been unable to shield his face completely from the fury of slashes. The markings continued along his arms where the shirt he had worn at the time (blue blazer and white button down; part of his school uniform, he was 12) had been shredded, the creature taking scraps of fabric and slices of skin along with it. He had
screamed and
cried. He hadn't been brave; hadn't been able to protect himself, and wouldn't have been able to protect any others had the creature returned. He was just a
boy? What could a little boy do?
A little boy could grow up with a fondness for wearing long sleeves, even in the summer. A little boy could start spending more time along with his sketch book as he grew up, burying himself in fantasy sketches and games of the imagination because
they were less frightening than the flashes that he could remember; gleaming golden eyes, long talons scraping, swiping...
He crumpled the piece of paper, tossing it in to the waste bin next to his desk after his pen had slid, scrawling an awkward line up along the side of the ledger. He could never draw the creature as clearly as he had seen it, but it
had been there. It
had been.
Eventually, as he grew up, he began to let it go; tried to, at least, as best as he could. Old enough to make decisions for his own, he had stepped in to a tattoo parlor; the first step was to cover up the scars.
And then came the question...
Do you want to learn how to protect yourself from the sort of creature that did this to you? Do you want to be able to protect others?
Yes. The answer was, most definitely and always,
yes.
Physical Description:Eye Colour: Hair Colour/Style: Rich, chocolate brown/
dreads combed out and generally pulled back into a clip or ponytail.
Skin Colour: 'Likely burns to a crisp in the sun' cream.
Clothing Style/Colours: Laid back and mostly practical; suitable for any situation, including a number of outdoorsy ones. Motto seems to be 'if you're hot you can take layers off, but you can never have enough layers if you're cold'. Beige scarf.
Extra:References: < -- See official art. --
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