Character Form
Full Name: Arma Sinfallis
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Species/Physical Appearance: An average Human. Arma's around 1.80m, he's a coloured guy with brown eyes and short spiky black hair. He's wearing a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a black jacket. Underneath his jacket he's got a bright yellow t-shirt with a print of a scratch table up front and a speaker on the back. He also has a big watch and a gold necklace.
He also got a mask resembling a bird with a small beak, covering his eyes and nose. It's called "the hawkeye". Arma never wears it for too long though, as it makes his face all sweaty
Personality: Not afraid to state his mind, Arma's big mouth got him into a lot of trouble. he's usually the first one to shout something, only to spent the next 5 minutes apologising, because he never means to insult anybody. He's also extremely curious, which can also lead to him apologising for asking too personal questions.
Despite this, Arma's still able to make friends quickly, simply because he's cheerful and friendly and values respect. His ability to make friends easily comes in handy, as he doesn't like to be alone.
He's also smarter then he appears to be, but he don't like to stay serious when he doesn't have to.
Anything Else: Skilled when it comes down to hand-to-hand combat, but Arma usually prefers to fight with a small iron club. Also carries a small gun, but Arma's glad he never had to fire a shot.
The Hawkeye improves Arma's eyesight and hearing, augmenting his reaction speed.
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Character: Arma
Location: Nightclub. Basement
"Some people think I'm bonkers
But I just think I'm free
Man I'm just livin' my life
There's nothin' crazy about me~
Arma yawned. "Man how am I ever supposed to sleep with a song like this?" He took of his headset. He also felt some things lying on his lap. They were his camera and the Hawkeye.
Arma, still leaning back on his desk chair, picked up all the items and tried to place them on his desk.
"What the-!" Arma sat right up when he noticed his desk wasn't there. He picked up the Hawkeye, the only item that fell. He put it on instantly and began looking around the room.
"How on earth did I ever end up here?" Arma tried to grab his weapons, but both the club and the gun were gone. "Great, now what am I supposed to do?" As he was searching through his pockets, he noticed that everything else was still there.
"Man, this is all way too much stuff to carry around." Arma folded everything he had, except for his Hawkeye into his jacket. He then flung his makeshift bag over his shoulder and began to look for an exit, hoping he met somebody who could explain to him what on earth was going on.
"Heh, They're probably gonna think you'se some kind burglar when they see you like this" Arma said to himself as he was passing a mirror down the long hallway. "TSJJJJP" Arma's kiss-teeth echoed down the empty hall. "This is just great. I should've gone out to see one of my friends instead of napping on my chair."
Arma was so lost in thought, he didn't even notice the voices of the people he was approaching. When he finally looked up, he found himself at the doorway, and he saw all the people in the room. Panicking, Arma quickly placed his jacket-bag on the table next to him before raising his hands and removing the Hawkeye. He then shouted "I'm not a thief! I'm not a thief!"
"Great job, stupid! there are armed people in here, and mister just decides to take of the Hawkeye." Arma thought to himself, while looking cautiously at the girl with the knife.
Character: Arma
Location: Nightclub, table near hallway.
