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[celestialcavalier]

Your Name: Phil
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NAME: Donovan Arcans
HANDLE: celestialCavalier
TITLE: Heir of Blood
LOCATION: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States
PLANET: Land of Chains and Descent
MOON: Prospit
AGE: 16
QUIRK:
normally uses loose grammar like this, but
He can easily switch to something more formal, if he desires.
when excited, types with even less regard for grammar and spacing
uses tons of fucking profanity if not near goddamn figures of authority
STRIFE SPECIBI: Greatswordkind
FETCH MODUS: Handcuff Modus (requires either probable cause to use item or simply breaking the cuffs)
RELATIONS:
GUARDIAN: Chief, the badass drill instructor and surrogate father
SIBLING: Shea Lister
PATRON TROLL: ????
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FONT COLOR: #3C0246
SYMBOL: this thing
Abilities:

Peak of physical condition for his age. So he's really quite strong, quite fast, and he probably has more endurance than most teens. Has an average education. Normal, otherwise.

Personality:

Upon a first look at any interaction Donovan has, the reader is most likely to say something along the lines of “wow, what an asshole holy shit”. And that's honestly pretty accurate. Nine times out of ten, Donovan will strike up conversation with someone new by insulting them or making some crude leap of logic that's rude and unattractive.

See, Donovan's modus operandi when it comes to talking with people is to rustle their jimmies from the getgo, and then savagely criticize what people say while they're emotional. Why? Because he has fun pissing people off and pointing out reasons why they suck. Most people he sees take things way too seriously, and so he sees it as his duty to make them realize that, even if they hate him in the process. To that end, he's incredibly stubborn and unrelenting. He goes out of his way to get the last word, to keep himself in control of the conversation, to keep his guard up while whittling away the other person's. More often than not, he fails to realize that he's offended someone until they've stopped talking to him or made it abundantly clear. When he reaches that point, he's as likely to downplay their troubles as he is to legitimately apologize.

Part of why he's like that is because he just has no faith in humanity. His rough childhood left him socially broken and almost incapable of trusting people, and growing up around other troubled kids only made it worse. He can have an almost nihilistic view on humanity, and he definitely believes that each individual person is a self-serving bastard who's always got some sort of angle for everything they do, himself included. And so he provokes people into revealing their emotions, pouncing like an animal at a moment of weakness.

The moment someone tries to do the same to him, they realize that Donovan hates himself just as much as he does the rest of the world. Despite having a comfortable life and some social support, Donny never shook the belief that since he was such a problem child in his youth, he'll continue to be a delinquent and hellraiser for the rest of his life. As such, his self-esteem is quite low, and as some say, “misery loves company”.

That doesn't stop him from putting on a cocky and confident front in the face of pretty much anything and everything, though. From interacting with associates to looking at the passerby, Donovan can easily exude an aura of superiority. This has gotten him into countless fights and has turned into both a blessing and a curse. While he's perhaps the most combat-trained of all of the kids, he's so cocky and sure of his fighting prowess that he actually looks for fights, and he uses the high frequency of victories as something to gloat about, even though it makes him look boorish and uncivilized.

For all of his faults and his numerous ways to make people hate him, Donovan is still rather capable, in some sort of roundabout way, of feeling that human emotion called friendship. He just expresses it in a different way: two-pronged assaults of casual friendly conversation and insults. A phrase like “what's up, you incompetent piece of shit” is completely standard for him. He has the nonchalant asshole image to maintain, after all, so he carefully controls how much he shows that he actually cares about people. Since he's so detached from people, Donovan is also the type of guy to completely and utterly destroy anyone who crosses him or the people he sees as his friends. He's spent years figuring out the best ways to manipulate people's emotions to his advantage, and he takes a sick sort of pleasure out of using that knowledge for malicious purposes.

And while he's capable of being so very vicious, Donovan isn't the type to show that very publicly. Sure, he'll sport a grim and cruel sense of humor, but he tries to cultivate an image that shows him as a mostly harmless asshole. After all, putting up a strong external front does a good job of dissuading people from caring about what goes on inside. And he likes it that way, because it lets him take things at his own pace, and play by his rules.

When it comes to his own rules, Donovan's got a very dark perception of right and wrong, mostly stemming from his view on humanity. Since people as a whole are pretty shitty, they do some pretty shitty things on an individual basis. So, when confronted with these sorts of things, Donny's more than willing to break out his own form of justice: violence. Because what better way to make someone stop doing something than to make them hurt? While his violent tendencies would be nothing but an obstacle, it's Donovan's desire to work in some form of law enforcement, if only so that he can “keep the scum of the earth from making things any worse for the rest of us”.

History:

Donovan was orphaned from birth, because fuckin' paradox space. However, unlike most meteor-related stories, Donovan wasn't immediately adopted by some parental figure. See, when the meteor went and made its little crater, it killed a nice woman while she was off getting some food for her and her special someone. Said special someone, upon learning that “oh no, she just got killed by a meteor”, was inconsolable and proceeded to get the fuck away from the site of his lady's death. So, when the authorities came to investigate, little baby Donovan was put into the care of a local orphanage.

Things didn't go well for him. Due to the dark purple color of his eyes and the fact that he didn't have much of a sob story, many of the other kids picked on him and just treated him like garbage, while the caretakers never took his complaints seriously. It wasn't until he started fighting back that they paid attention. Even though it wasn't the kind of attention he wanted, it was still something. And so fight he did. He fought for himself, he fought for the weak and downtrodden kids, and he fought for the hell of it. With each fight he got into, he got better and better and better until, at about nine years old, he was shipped off to a military school because of worries that he might kill someone.

Donovan quickly discovered that he didn't like the innumerable rules and regulations he had to adhere to, so he decided to secretly rebel whenever possible. When he was younger, this mostly turned into watching TV after curfew, which led to him secretly being a fan of various anime shows shown on the cartoon channels he cared to pay attention to. As a few years passed, it turned into him actively manipulating people into fighting him, doing things (“lol no balls dude”), or... really anything that might come to mind. By the time he was eleven, one of the drill instructors, a man simply referred to as “Chief”, had taken an interest in the boy's behavior, especially since Donovan had managed to assemble a little sort of gang of fellow delinquents.

A few months of observation later, and Chief had decided that it was in Donovan's best interest if he was removed from the academy and given a chance to have a normal home life. And so Donovan was adopted, forcefully uprooted from a place he began to feel comfortable, and thrown into the life of a “normal boy”. Donny hated it with a sort of seething, passionate hate that he didn't think he was capable of, and it quickly resulted in a rather explosive Strife session between the two. Donovan showed such tenacity despite being completely and utterly shut down that Chief was impressed. And when he realized that such acts of violence were even rather cathartic for the boy, he whipped up a curriculum in self-defense in an attempt to give them some common ground.

It had worked better than Chief had hoped. While Donny took to the training with more than enough enthusiasm, it had an unexpected consequence. As Donovan went through countless weapons to try and find one worthy of using as his Strife Specibus, he was just completely unsatisfied. Bladekind lacked that oomph, fistkind was too up-close-and-personal, hammerkind was too slow, and anything with shieldkind made the boy feel too bulky. Chief was stumped, at least until Donovan had accidentally left a window up on the web browser on their shared computer. The guardian had accidentally stumbled upon his charge's secret enjoyment of hot-blooded protagonists kicking evil to the curb and doing the impossible, yada yada yada. The episode he'd watched in particular showed a guy using an unnecessarily large two-handed sword, but it gave Chief just the burst of inspiration he needed.

With Donovan's new Greatswordkind, he was able to use a weapon he'd liked, and he soon began to open up to Chief just a bit. It had taken about a year, but the boy had a sort of grudging respect for his guardian, as a surly student would for his teacher. This was all shattered a few months later, when Donovan learned that Chief had been actively tracking his internet history, and using it to get him gifts and try to find that common ground. It absolutely shattered Donovan's faith in the man since invasion of privacy no, and the next few years were spent carefully collecting the pieces.

While Donovan had the potential to leave his past experiences behind, the violation of his trust like that set him almost back to step one. He went and became more aggressive to other people, and he started giving fewer shits about the people around him. In another year's time, Donovan had returned to being the unruly jerk he'd painted himself to be due to crappy circumstance. But this time, he could stand on his own two feet. He was able to connect with like-behavior'd outcasts, and soon he had a rambunctious band of troublemakers at his beck and call, and he became the typical schoolyard bully. Chief, still regretting his horrendous breach of trust, was terrified of making things worse.

So things got worse as a result of inaction. Donovan got in trouble countless times for countless things, and he continued to alienate himself from kids who would have a good effect on him. But things were bound to change. Abruptly, at that. Donovan's cadre of buffoons were, without his knowledge, giving a new kid a particularly hard time. Lo and behold, Donovan happened across the scene and, feeling sympathy for the kid in light of his own past, he proceeded to turn on his fellow bullies and kick all of their asses.

Chief was proud that the kid was standing up for what he thought was right, but he didn't want to go and reward the violent behavior. On the other hand, he knew that with Donovan severing ties with the only kids his age that he knew, he'd have to get human interaction from somewhere. And so Donny came into possession of his own computer and his own internet connection, complete with an apology from Chief for being such a douche with his privacy those years ago.

So Donovan started to do his own thing, to recede into the anonymous confines of the internet. Except this time, when Chief was curious as to what he was doing, he would just ask. ...Or check the router. It was through this that Chief proceeded to try and reconnect with the boy, namely through gifts. Some of them, like a new sword or a poster, were appreciated. Others, like... certain things which will not be named, were met with complete and utter “what the fuck” responses. But once he had the internet, Donovan had access to chat clients. And with access to chat clients came trolling and the people he'd secretly call “friends” down the line.

INTRODUCTION:

Your name is DONOVAN ARCANS. You're KIND OF A BADASS. You enjoy MAKING PEOPLE EXPERIENCE NEW LEVELS OF ANGER through TROLLING REMARKS. And when someone gets a bit too hot-headed, you enthusiastically BEAT THEM TO A PULP. You like FIGHTING and VIOLENCE because you think that HUMANITY IS WORTHLESS and MIGHT MAKES RIGHT. You're also a fan of HEROES OF THE ANIMATED VARIETY with BLOOD like FIRE and their COLORFUL ADVENTURES, each filled with OPTIMISM, ROMANCE, and EXPLOSIONS. But you wouldn't admit that to anyone, because you have a PRECISELY CRAFTED IMAGE to maintain. When you aren't spending time KICKING ASS OFFLINE, you're spending time GETTING LAUGHS ONLINE, mostly at the EXPENSE OF YOUR “FRIENDS”, or as you like to call them, your TARGETS. But nobody else is allowed to HARASS them, or else they'll INHERIT the fate of the last FOOL who required your unique brand of JUSTICE.

Your chumhandle is celestialCavalier and your speech is apathetic as all fucking hell but still kinda damn cocky. Sometimes, at least..