- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Arthur Woodruve
█ AGE ▬ 19
█ NICKNAME ▬ Art, Arty
█ GENDER ▬ Male
█ RACE ▬ Ghoul
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Homosexual
█ OCCUPATION ▬ College Sophomore in his local CC's culinary arts program // Part-time waiter
█ PARTNER ▬ Single
█ SLAVE ▬ Those need something called 'money', which Arty severely lacks. He wants one though!
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Naturally black, bleaches it white
█ EYES ▬ Red
█ BUILD ▬ Small stature, lean, surprisingly sturdy despite his appearance [5 ft. 5 in // 122 lbs.]
█ TATTOOS ▬ None
█ SCARS ▬ Not exactly scars, but Arty does have multiple, bright red stitches decorating several areas across his body. They heal slower than most of his wounds, but still do heal faster than he'd like, which means he's constantly re-adding and 'redecorating'
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ None
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ THEME SONGS
█ ▬ Get Jinxed - League of Legends
█ ▬ Hospital - The Used
█ ▬ Join Us for a Bite - J.T. Machinima ft. Andrea Storm Kaden
█ LIKES
█ ▬ FNAF series
█ ▬ Rave/Techno music
█ ▬ Cooking
█ ▬ Learning new things
█ ▬ Otome games
█ ▬ Being doted on
█ ▬ Exploring
█ ▬ Spectating fights; legal, Illegal, Impromptu. He loves witnessing violence.
█ ▬ Pain; self-inflicted, and otherwise.
█ ▬ All flavors of food; sweet, salty, savory, bitter, sour, even dry!
█ DISLIKES
█ ▬ People who eat fruit as a dessert; yes, that's right, I'm looking at you, Karen. Stop lying to yourself, that isn't what you really want.
█ ▬ Wasting food
█ ▬ Being coddled; don't sugarcoat things for him, he's a big boy
█ ▬ Sticklers
█ ▬ Math
█ ▬ Romantic Movies
█ ▬ Being called 'Arthur'; it isn't cute, it's too formal.
█ ▬ Being forced to slow down
█ ▬ Unseasoned food
█ ▬ Overindulgence; don't be greedy now, you don't really need four cupcakes, Karen.
█ PERSONALITY TRAITS
█ ▬ Excitable
█ ▬ Curious
█ ▬ Immature
█ ▬ Cavalier
█ ▬ Active
█ ▬ Optimistic
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
Arthur Caleb Woodruve, better known as 'Arty', was born to two shut-in ghouls. Which is easy to-do when you work from a home office, and can things like groceries and furniture delivered to your house. His mother feared the outside world, and rightfully so considering the hate crime committed against her and her family several years back, and his father, while he wasn't necessarily afraid, didn't hold much love for it either. Their son was raised with the caution to never leave home without adult supervision. After all, there was the stigma surrounding ghouls and the active racism surrounding them, not to mention, just the abnormally high rate of crime... they just wanted their boy to be safe. So he was home-schooled, his only friends were the cousins that came to visit, and whenever he did go out, always accompanied by his father, he was told to keep a low-profile, to keep his head down and remain as inconspicuous as possible.
Arty listened and heeded their words, up until a certain age. He'd always been an odd child. When he found out that he could regenerate certain body parts, he'd start poking his eye to see just how quickly it would reform, and he started teething he began biting mommy instead of his toys, because it felt better to him; getting her detoxed was a fun thirteen months. Besides this, Arty was a naturally curious boy, and a bit of a rebel too, and so as he grew so did his curiosity and tendency to ask "why". Why couldn't he go outside and play with the other kids? Why couldn't he go to school? Why was he different? Why didn't mommy ever go outside? Why, why, why, why? It was just a constant stream of questions, and it sent his parents into a feverish attempt to preoccupy the boy. They gave him every brand new toy, book, gaming system, and movie; they spoiled him in the hopes that, he'd become so distracted, he'd forget those pesky questions, and while it worked it wasn't enough. Whenever he became bored of his new toys, he'd go right back to asking, and so they sought outside help. Arty's paternal uncle began taking him on small field-trips about the city to sate him, though this visits into the outside world were limited to the weekends when the man wasn't working. Every new discovery, sight, person he came across only made Arty crave more, rather than simply satisfy him as his parents had hoped.
And so Arty began to plot his escape. By all means it was not as dramatic as he played it out to be, he was just going to wait until he turned eighteen and could legally move out, but that would take a few years. So he bid his time, and took up hobbies to occupy himself. Dancing, chess, the violin, he tried anything and everything he could think of, that could be done from home, but it was cooking that stuck with him. It was soothing and fun, and he always produced something yummy! Or, not always, 8 out of 10 times. It was also useful. Arty started taking over dinner for the family, finding all sorts of ways to incorporate their 'special government packages' into new and exciting dishes. His parents were relieved, he was clearly passionate about this, and so, like everything else, they indulged and supported him, and provided him with every thing he asked for. Cutting-edge kitchen gadgets, new knife sets, cookbooks and even the odd ingredients that took his uncle to several different Asian markets to find.
Cooking, while soothing, gave Arty a few warped ideas and views. Why was it so terrible that ghouls ate humans and the like? They were all animals, some more than others, and animals were consumed all the time. Overindulgence and killing just for the fun of it was bad, yes, but why were ghouls so looked down upon for trying to live? There were tons of animals that were bred for the simple purpose of consummation, so... why? In attempt to seek out a genuine answer Arty asked his parents, and that... went over just as he expected, though a bit more extreme; his mother fainted. So he asked his uncle, a more reasonable man, but when he was told, quietly and sternly, not to repeat such a question and to keep those types of thoughts to himself, Arty did as he was told. Don't go asking why he couldn't just eat people, understood. But that didn't mean he still didn't harbor those thoughts.
Upon turning eighteen Arty, with help from his uncle, managed to convince his parents to allow him to attend community college. He'd move out the house and stay with a man that his uncle swore up and down was a well-trusted and responsible friend, and so he did just that. It was his first taste of real freedom, and Arty made sure not to squander it. He attended his classes, regularly, and did his best to make as many friends as possible, though not everyone seemed as receptive to his friendliness as he would've hoped -- it didn't put a damper on his spirits! Back at his temporary home, he got along fairly well with his uncle's friend, a bear metamorphosis by the name of King (yes, that was his real name -- as he had to answer at least five different times). He was a little younger than his father, in his early forties, and provided him with basic companionship, on top of making sure he ate, did his homework, blah blah blah, he was basically the more lax version of a parent. But he didn't demand that Arty be home at a certain time, or that he text him at least three times whenever he traveled to a new destination. He never knew what King did for a living, and he didn't ask.
King started coming home less around the same time Arty began his own 'science experiments', deciding to return to his methods of testing his own regeneration that he had done as a child, only now he was adding a needle and stitches. He had become curious, and with no one to stop or deter him he happily went about, adding little stitches here and there, in front of dozens of mirrors to get to those hard-to-reach spots. Hell, he only noticed that King wasn't home when he was supposed to be when, at 3 in the morning, Arty went to try and find him so that he could help start a new pattern on his back. The man returned late the next day, disheveled and tired, and when Arty, peppy as ever, asked if he could help him the man complied with little word.
That's been, more or less, their interaction since then. King is out more than he is at home, but with Arty too preoccupied with his own life he never bothers to ask what it is he does. He still pays the rent, and makes sure to remind Arty when to eat, every so often, and whenever his father or uncle want to pay them a visit, he always informs King so that he can greet them looking... a little less homeless. Arty, more or less, has full run of the apartment, and he's fine with that. Though one of these days, when his curiosity gets the best of him, he'll find out what it is that King is doing in his spare time.
█ ABILITIES
▬ Mr. Feel Good (Opium Bite)
Being a ghoul means you need blood and flesh to survive, a real inconvenience if you ask Arty; people don't usually want you taking a bite out of them. So, the very least Arty can do is make sure it doesn't hurt. The toxins in his saliva act as an agonist endorphin, and overstimulates the body with the same neurotransmitters that deal directly with one's ability to modulate pain. It's as potent, if not more, than fenantyl. In layman's term: you'll never feel pain when bitten, and 15 to 20 seconds in you'll start to feel good, with symptoms ranging from feelings of euphoria, confusion, drowsiness, and loss of consciousness; it is highly addictive, and those bitten can suffer from withdrawal symptoms, such as insomnia, headaches, nausea and vomiting, and anxiety, like any opiate addict, once it's out of their system. Arty can regulate the amount injected into the bloodstream, just by how severe his bite is. It is theoretically possible to overdose, though Arty has never tested this.
▬ The Disappearing Thumb Trick (Regeneration)
Arty is quick(ish) to heal and regenerate small parts of his body, which comes in hand (heh) when he gets a bit too careless in the kitchen and accidentally adds a finger or two into his dishes. He's interested in seeing if, by subjecting his body to constant mutilation dismemberment, he can build up his regeneration abilities.
▬ Can't Touch This (Agility)
Have you seen this kid? Yeah, he's not a fighter. He can overpower fairies and elves (but who can't), and maybe a human or mage who's on the frail side. With any other race, Arty has to rely on his size for quick get-away's. He's light on his feet and flexible too, and he can be like an eel when trying to escape, slippery.
▬ Chains and Whips Excite Me (Pain Tolerance)
Perhaps it's because of the toxins he secretes, or there are a few too many wires crossed in his mind, but Arty has a high tolerance to pain and enjoys seeing it doled out, to him or others. He gets excited just seeing it. While this might not be an ability per-say, he does have the resilience and mindset to endure a few more punches than usual.
▬ Discerning Eye and Nose
More for the kitchen than anything else, Arty is usually pretty good at eyeballing his measurements and making sure his ingredients are in good condition/edible. When he cannot rely on his eyes, or needs a second opinion, he'll sniff them. He's gotten pretty good at telling what's spoiled or rotten, and he doesn't appreciate being given anything but the best.
▬ Knife Tricks
Arty is good with knives! In the kitchen at least! He can smoothly chop, slice, dice and gut with his metal babies. Technically, this could apply to real life fights and protecting himself, but Arty would never stain his precious children with anything that isn't going into a dish.
█ EXTRA
- At one point, Arty considered going into medicine to try and create some new type of opium drug, using the secretion from his bite, until he realized that going down that route involved a lot of schooling and a lot of math.
- Arty is enamored by the arts; singing, dancing, drawing, sculpting, etc., and has the utmost respect for any and all with the occupational title of 'artist'.
- Singing soothes him, and Arty would give his left kidney for that ability. Maybe not his. Maybe. It'll definitely be someone's kidney.
- Arty prefers to use only the freshest ingredients, which means live, in his dishes when he can, but in his own diet he'll eat anything and everything, it's the flavors he's after not necessarily the quality; the boy's a trash can.
- He spends a good chunk of his discretionary income on otome games, the majority of the storage on his phone is used up by the many Voltage Inc. apps he ha. The next thing he spends money on is food, of course, followed by video games.
- Enjoys running as a form of exercise, and does about thirty minutes of it a day.
- Arty will happily waste hours at a time watching YouTube videos of live cooking. Hiroyuki Terada - Diaries of a Master Sushi Chef and Travel Thirsty, are two of his favorite channels.
- Adds a new pattern of stitches to his body bi-weekly, he's cut down over the past few months as he's realized that he needs to practice some moderation. His favorite stitching area is his lower lip and the entire, vertical, length of his throat, so you'll always see those two areas decorated.
- FC is Suzuya Juuzou
