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Name: Arthur McOwen
Age: 22 Quantoms (888 Years)
Planet: Lauroph
Current Location: London, United Kingdom, England, Europe, Earth
Species: Biological Creature (Male)
Number/Position: Number 8
Powers: Absorbs any atom and transforms it into blue plasma energy.
Appearance: The looks of a human with a combination of dark brown and jet black hair in a wild and unruly way. He is well-built, although not overly so. With a height of 6 feet, most mortals have to strain their necks when they are at an extremely close proximity. Muscles that sometimes highlighted a scar across his shoulder blade, even as he hated it.
Personality: Intelligent and resourceful, although sometimes it's misused for negative reasons. Diamond-headed when it comes to something he strongly supports but if you knew where to poke and pry, you can probably get through him. Lazy at times but when he is very much interested in something, the adrenaline pumping through him to do it will be more than water in the sea and faster than photons in high-speed. Quite sarcastic and humorous, mostly triggered as a defensive system or to try and mock someone. Loves to stay awake as long as possible to just do non-beneficial actions such as toying with his powers. If not for all the missions, he would have called gaming his 5th in his always-do-list. Of course, the first is to breathe; the second to eat; the third to drink; and the fourth is to toy with his powers. Adventurous and very curious in anything he is interested in.
History: He only spent 4 Quantoms with his family when he woke up one morning to find himself in pitch blackness. He panicked at that time and tried to move, only to have lights turn on all around him. With a mind of a teenager, he wondered what the hell was he doing in such a small confound space before realisation hit him. He was in a small capsule that was designed to transport one to another planet for emergency purposes. He had no idea why he was in it at that time. He crash landed after another Quantom in the capsule where he was being hibernated after he awoke. The machine gave him a dose of a chemical which made him arise quickly, giving details and statistics of the planet in a monotone voice. It was already printed in a book all about Planet Earth. He started to hike his way around the nearby areas after burying his capsule. Within 2 miles radius, he could only see hills of sand after hills of sand. His energy was very hard to deplete considering that he could just get more any time he wanted. But he barely knew how to use his powers and sometimes, he drained more energy trying to restore than actually restoring. When he was about to pass out, all he could hear was faint beeping getting sickeningly louder with each small step he took before his knees gave out and he fainted face-first onto the sand. When he awoke again, he barely had the strength to open his eyes. As if sensing his consciousness, someone groaned what sounded like approval. He soon realised a kind of his planet had saved his live from the desert by tracking his energy signal down. After he recovered, he exited the hospital and was then adopted by his savior, Killian Garth, who was his guide and guardian since then. His life growing up was slow with his lifespan slower than humans and every so often he would have to change countries and identities to extinguish any suspicions from humans at his growing rate. After he turned 21, though, he need not worry so much. He was comfortable with wear his current location is. Killian seems to be keeping secrets from him, like why was he sent down to Earth and some other stuff about him being unique with his powers.
Legacies: Unknown to him, another capsule that was taking a much slower time to reach earth is just half a Quantom away. All he had from his past life in Lauroph right now is buried under a thick layer of sand.
Relationships: His father, mother and his very annoying younger sister. Emphasis the word "annoying". Although now he lost all connections to them and all he had was Killian and Anderson, his best friend.
Likes: His powers, gaming, driving, sports, reading (Storybooks only), watching movies/documentary, mocking people's mistake, music and taking things to the extreme.
Dislikes: People judging him, work, rules, chores and pretty much everything a typical guy would hate.
Others: ((Under... 'maintenance'))

Name: Arthur McOwen
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Current Location: Rome
Number/Position: Grandmaster (Templar)
Powers: A whole legion of other fellow Templars, all chosen with ranks of the elite. Even that may be an understatement.
Appearance: A combination of dark brown and jet black hair in a wild and unruly way. He is well-built, although not overly so. With a height of 6 feet, he stands above most crowds and they’ll have to strain their necks to look at him in the face when they are at an extremely close proximity. Muscles that sometimes highlighted a scar across his shoulder blade, even as he hated it.
Personality: Intelligent and resourceful, although sometimes it's misused for negative reasons. Diamond-headed when it comes to something he strongly supports but if you knew where to poke and pry, you can probably get through him. Lazy at times but when he is very much interested in something, the adrenaline pumping through him to do it will be more than water in the sea and faster than photons in high-speed. Quite sarcastic and humorous, mostly triggered as a defensive system or to try and mock someone. Loves to stay awake as long as possible to just do non-beneficial actions such as toying with his weapons. If not for all the missions, he would have called researching about the apple that they have been searching for years his 4th in his always-do-list. Of course, the first is to breathe; the second to eat; and the third to drink. Adventurous and very curious in anything he is interested in.
History: No one knows his past. Not even the people closest to him. And he planned to keep it that way.
Legacies: All he had from his father was the money they had and a sword that was now used quite often as a short-sword. Besides that, all the rest was his reward from hard-work.
Relationships: His father, mother and his very annoying younger sister. Emphasis the word "annoying". Although now he lost all connections to them and all he had was Killian and Anderson, his best friend. His father was killed in a raid in their house, his sister kidnapped and his mother dying of some unknown sickness not long later.
Likes: His position, horse racing, swimming, reading, watching courtesans, mocking people's mistake, music and taking things to the extreme.
Dislikes: People judging him, work, rules, chores and pretty much everything a typical guy would hate.
Others: ((Under... 'maintenance'))

Name: Arthur McOwen
Age: 1828 Years
Planet/ Dimension/ Realm: Hell
Current Location: London, United Kingdom, England, Europe, Earth
Species: Demon (Male)
Number/Position/ Title: Number 4: The Harbinger and Destroyer of Creation, Lord of Undoing.
Powers: Every power a demon could dream to have. But he has a unique side, but he never uses it. Even as it could destroy a legion of Angels in a blink of an eye.
Appearance: The looks of a human with a combination of dark brown and jet black hair in a wild and unruly way. He is well-built, although not overly so. With a height of 6 feet, most mortals have to strain their necks when they are at an extremely close proximity. Muscles that sometimes highlighted a scar across his shoulder blade, even as he hated it.
Personality: Intelligent and resourceful, although sometimes it's misused for negative reasons. Diamond-headed when it comes to something he strongly supports but if you knew where to poke and pry, you can probably get through him. Lazy at times but when he is very much interested in something, the adrenaline pumping through him to do it will be more than water in the sea and faster than photons in high-speed. Quite sarcastic and humorous, mostly triggered as a defensive system or to try and mock someone. Loves to stay awake as long as possible to just do non-beneficial actions such as toying with his powers. If not for all the missions, he would have called gaming his 5th in his always-do-list. Of course, the first is to breathe; the second to eat; the third to drink; and the fourth is to toy with his powers. Adventurous and very curious in anything he is interested in.
History: Nobody knows his past except for God himself. Not even his boss, Lucifer, knows his past. And he planned to keep it that way for all eternity.
Relationships: His father, mother and his very annoying younger sister. Emphasis the word "annoying". Although now he lost all connections to them and all he had was Anderson, his soulless servant. That of course was because he lived over 20 centuries more than his family.
Likes: His powers, gaming, driving, sports, reading (Storybooks only), watching movies/documentary, mocking people's mistake, music and taking things to the extreme.
Dislikes: People judging him, work, rules, chores and pretty much everything a typical guy would hate.
Others: ((Under... 'maintenance'))