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CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Arthur Kirkland
Age: 23
Subject taught: Crime solving
Canon: The murderer of King Arthur wasn't just of a man with a stone heart but of a man with no soul. Arthur Kirkland was once a human with a cruel, vindictive streak due to both his jealous and treacherous nature. A long time ago, he used to be a different man with a different name, one who held a dramatic and lasting role in history. But that's the past, and it's a past that Arthur has attempted to set behind him. His life started some time in the 5th century CE, born to a great and noble king as a bastard son.

After mortally wounding his father, Arthur, or at this point, Mordred himself was killed in the process. Or so the legend goes. What really happened is a different story, this story, as when Mordred lay dying, he made a pact with a great evil for his life, and for life indefinite. This came with grave repercussions. This evil granted him immortality, and in exchange, took away Mordred's ability to be satisfied. He would always hunger, he would always thirst, he would never feel pleasure, and in order to keep himself alive, he would have to steal the lifeforce of other people. He would need to drink their blood.

For a time, life was good. Difficult, as Mordred ran from England to France, but good. He changed his name to Arthur, in spite of his father, and attempted to start a new life away from the country that spawned him. In doing this, Arthur found himself more isolated from society than he could have possibly predicted. For three centuries, Arthur lived in miserable isolation, unable to connect with other human beings, unable to garner satisfaction from drink, from food or from pleasure.


Then he met Francis. An odd fellow, that. And by odd, of course, he meant that it was a bit strange being good friends with a ghost. But Arthur found a kinship with Francis, due to the fact neither of them were readily accepted by society in their true form, and human pleasure had long since escaped them. They lived together for two centuries, bickering frequently but generally protecting each other while forging a bond. Until of course, Francis sold Arthur out.


Arthur talked often of returning to England, of how he longed to see the country he came from and to roam the fields he was born amongst, only to reject the idea of returning whenever Francis suggested it. This was often the cause of their quarrels throughout the centuries, as Arthur would bitterly complain about the life and conditions in France, but then stubbornly refuse to leave when challenged. So Francis took over a body and told the King's knights there was a monster living amongst them, and they went on a witchhunt to find Arthur, only to see he had vanished to England.

Life in the following years consisted of war and bloodshed for Arthur. He returned to England, fearful that he would be recognised only to find everyone he had ever known was long since dead. In a way, he now existed as a ghost amongst society, able to pick whatever role pleased him, and he took advantage of that. He became a knight for the royalty, conquesting in the name of the king, enjoying the taste of fresh blood upon his tongue with every man he claimed. He was paid well for his efforts, and no one seemed to be able to kill Arthur, which made him an invaluable weapon to the king. When the Hundred Year's War broke out, Arthur unleashed hell upon the French, already well versed in fighting and using weapons, slaughtering hundreds of Frenchmen at the battle of Agincourt. He had found his way out of the deal with the Devil; there was comfort in bloodshed.

Things would change however, at the Battle of Orleans, where Arthur would once again come face to face with Francis. If he could have, Arthur would have ripped Francis limb from limb. But even an immortal vampire has no defense against a ghost, and before Arthur could even fight in the battle, Francis possessed him and had him black out. The tide for the war was turned in favour of the French, and Arthur left for England again, frustrated with himself and seething at what Francis had done. He vowed revenge.


Arthur decided he was going to do something a little more exciting, so he went adventuring. This was about the time that Arthur found out he loved the sea. Battling on the sea, sleeping on the sea, exploring the sea, anything about the sea made him feel a comfort he hadn't felt in a long time. The devil who granted Arthur his life indefinite said to him "as long as you walk the lands of this earth, you shall never feel satisfaction, not from drink nor from the touch of a woman." So from there on, Arthur fell hopelessly in love with the sea, joining with the leagues of the 'privateers' under instruction of the Queen, battling against the famous Spanish Armada.


Although fully equiped for the battle with immortality on his side, Arthur met his equal in the infamous battle against a Spanish captain named Antonio. By day, the man was calm, carefree, happy and reserved, if not slightly determined. By night with the light of the moon, he became a bloodythirsty monster, rivaling even Arthur's own sociopathic tendencies. The battle waged on for hours, the two caught in a deadly duel to the death, until Arthur managed to trick Antonio onto boarding a fire ship, which was much akin to a floating bomb. When the ship exploded, Arthur was far from the ship, and was sure he had seen the last of that pesky beast.

He was knighted by Queen Elizabeth I for his efforts, and found there to be much irony in being knighted as a hero of England, given he was actually one of the most infamous traitors of all time. Arthur began to invest his faith in the country and the empire's interests, going out on a voyage to the new world, settling in the colonies with the permission to kill as many savages as he liked.

One of his crewmates on the way over was a man by the name of Alfred Jones. A nice man, someone Arthur grew quite fond of. He was barely seventeen and strapping, with a glorious smile and confidence unrivaled by anything Arthur had seen before. For the first time in a long time, Arthur felt kinship with another human being, treating Alfred much like he would his own brother. On the voyage over and in the town, people would disappear at night. Arthur had always assumed they had fallen off the boat or been taken by a savage, until one day, late at night when the curse of insomnia struck the Englishman, he saw Alfred sneaking into another person's house.

He stalked Alfred with all of his vampiric grace, spying on him as the man walked into the bedroom and slowly, carefully and thoroughly murdered everyone in the house. Arthur followed Alfred quietly as the young man dragged the bodies out of the house and into the forest. When Arthur revealed himself to Alfred, Alfred was shocked. He attempted to strike out at Arthur, managing to stab Arthur in the chest with a dagger. However, Arthur merely pulled the blade out and laughed, explaining to Alfred this didn't bother him. In fact, they could make a pact: Alfred would kill people and Arthur would drink their blood. It took the work out of his task anyway. Instead of responding in shock, Alfred was gleeful over this revelation, and the two became quite, quite, quite close.


Arthur eventually had to return back to England, bidding Alfred his tearful goodbyes, promising they would see each other again while in fact Arthur knew quite well the man would be long dead before he came back. The following years brought piracy, privateering and expansion 'beyond the line', or in the Caribbean with various islands there. Arthur ran into a few interesting characters, including a voodoo witch and a rather fearsome female pirate. But who he wasn't expecting to see again was Francis.


Yes indeed, the Frenchman had continued in his restless ghastly state, taking over various bodies when it pleased him until he had finally wound up in the famous Tortuga, face to face with his old archenemy. A bitter quarrel threatened to turn to blows before the two finally realised their past was long behind them. They agreed to a friendly rivalry, and the two pirated the area like no one had pirated before, fighting each other whenever given the chance, getting drunk on the seas at night on each other's ships. This era would come to an end when in the 1770's, the new world began to grow increasingly restless and eventually went to war with England. Arthur was the first to step up to the plate, expecting Francis would join him in quelling this rebel threat.

What he found disappointed him: Francis had not only picked the other side, but on the battlefield, Arthur found himself fighting a rather skilled young boy, managing to pin him to a tree after a drawn out struggle. Just before Arthur made the boy his supper, he looked into his eyes and realised he'd seen that roughen look before. Those bright blue eyes, the dirty golden hair, that boyish smirk. He asked him what the boy's name was, only to find it was Alfred F. Jones.

Arthur continued to question the boy until coming to the conclusion that this was indeed the grandson, or perhaps great-grandson to his friend from a time and time ago. He found himself unable to kill the boy, and ended up letting him go, feeling the connection he had once had with the boy's great-grandfather to be strained by this realisation, feeling more isolated than ever from humanity.


The following years presented renewed confidence for the Empire, and as the terror swept through France, Arthur decided he would visit the lands he used to live amongst. What he found was a horror show. Originally intending to find Francis, (well why not? They both had all the time in the world.) and to jeer at him, Arthur was now horrified by the state of France. When he finally did manage to locate Francis, the man was delusional, weary and near-incomprehensible. Arthur left for England shortly after.

Arthur would meet up with a certain Spaniard once more at the beginning of the 19th century, as when Arthur joined the ranks in the fight against France and Napoleon, he found himself to be on the same side as the beastly fuck. For the preliminary battles, Antonio proved to be completely worthless, and brought much tension between them. Usually Antonio's brother Alfonso would be able to calm them down, but relations were tough for the first few months. But when the trio banded together, along with a rather strange Prussian man, they were fierce in their determination to strike France down.

Arthur began to make good friends with the Prussian man, intrigued by his attitudes while simultaneously annoyed by his perspective. In a casual discussion over a few glasses of alcohol, (not that it affected Arthur), the Prussian man, Gilbert, casually revealed himself to be a demon. He boasted of his ability to defeat anyone he chose to, even Arthur himself. Arthur ended up toasting to that, amused by the challenge but assured in his own abilities. This would come back to him at a far later point.

The coming years brought vast, vast, vast expansion for the Empire, and Arthur ventured out all over the world to see all the wonders it had to offer. Nothing really interested him except the liquid taste of iron on his tongue, the life and soul of other people. As the Victorian era came into full swing, Arthur found himself enjoying the qualities of the gentleman's life to the fullest: he had amassed a large fortune in fighting for the crown, and had collected much money from piracy over the centuries. He continues to live in London proper and works by day as a detective for the interests of England, and by night as a bloodthirsty vampire who will never be satisfied.


Canon point: Victorian times.

Personality: While canonical England may be regarded as a tsundere, Vampire England, or just Sir Arthur Kirkland is a kuudere.

The very core of his being is rooted in betrayal and wicked vindication, being he is in fact the infamous Mordred of Arthurian folklore. His ability to connect with other people was stripped away from him for the most part by the Devil when Arthur sold his soul. Since he is unable to fully become comfortable in any setting, he is often either irritable or simply cold to all who approach him. Although deep down he wishes that he could connect with people, he stifles this desire with layers of hatred for the world.

Although he can be quite wild, especially when out on the sea, Arthur is usually quiet, polite and reserved, enjoying the image of a 'gentleman vampire'. His extensive wealth affords him all the comforts he could possibly need, despite the fact he can never fully enjoy them. His rivalry with Francis taught Arthur an invaluable lesson, one that Francis had intended to teach Arthur all along: the taste of betrayal. Before Francis, Arthur had only administered it, he had never felt the brutal blow of being betrayed. Arthur both resents Francis and respects him, enjoying their rivalry while never admitting to it aloud.


One of the closest bonds he ever managed to form was with Alfred Jones, the great grandfather of Alfred F. Jones. He felt a kinship so strong, that over 100 years later, he was unable to bring himself to harm a distant relative to his old friend. This shows there is compassion in England, that he is not completely without feelings or regard for society. He's a traitor, not a sociopath.

He enjoys sophistication and class, and enjoys intellectual stimulation like nothing else. He reads fervently, as if every day was to be his last. He's versed in English, French, Latin, Spanish and various exotic languages due to his travels, and makes it a note to always invest his time in reading foreign books.

Although by night he's a ruthless vampire, by day Arthur takes on the role of a detective for the Queen, investigating scandal and murder alike. He even managed to begin a case with his own murders, faking an elaborate plot as a merciless serial killer named Jack. This became somewhat of a hobby, putting the spotlight on this infamous 'Jack the Ripper', if only because it reminds Arthur so much of his old serial killer friend. As you can tell, this man doesn't exactly have his priorities in order.

Although Arthur's essence is rooted in being a traitor, he also happens to have a strong sense of justice when he feels so inclined. He holds grudges, demonstrates his endless amounts of vainglory and is as vindictive as the situation permits. But he also tries to be unbiased when he's working on cases, and he does often try to figure out the 'right' thing, rather than the thing he wants to do. However, his sense of justice doesn't extend to his vampiric nature: when he needs to feed, anything and anyone is fair game.

Weapon:

Name: Pax Britannica

Form: Cane Sword

Upgrades:

• Dark
• Agility
• Vampirism
• Nightmare Strike
• Perish Song

Lost memories:

• The current's queen name.
• Doesn't remember Alfonso.
• Forgot about Alfred the grandson.
• His freedom on the sea.
• Being knighted.
• His betrayal with Francis.
• Doesn't remember Gilbert.
• He forgot he can go out into the light of day.
• The name of his country.
• Forgot what tea was.

Sample: http://dear-mun.dreamwidth.org/989095.html