Arkh Cexance ((Done, yo))

b]Full Name:[/b] Arkh Lunjra Cexance, pronounced "Ark Lun-har-a Cheh-zance"
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: Arkh stands at five foot four, 137 pounds.
Birthdate: March 17th, 1998
Age: 17
Physical appearance: Arkh is a bit short at his height, which angers him, but not enough to lash out at someone, it's more of a minor annoyance. Of an average build, his dark skin encompasses the skeletal supports and flesh rather well, save for his slightly-dinky left arm, which the fingers are forever broken, splayed in odd directions, irredeemable with all known magic. Should probably not swing flails around, dumbass. Either way, his black hair encompasses his head in a straight motion before curling at the ends, in a so-called "helmet hair" style. He usually wears a denim vest with a grey shirt with his symbol on underneath, wearing cargo shorts for carrying things around, and red knockoff Converse sneakers.
Personality: Arkh maintains a psuedo-seriousness. Generally he maintains the same tone, making it vague as to if he's being serious or not. He seems like a pretty laid back guy, which he is, until you mention time. At which point he becomes ranting about how paradoxically redundant it is, reaching points where it's absolutely absurd with the slimmest chance of being true. He's a bit vulgar, but not as much as he could be. Generally, he'll tell you what he's doing, but there may be some points that he works in monotonous silence, actions like clockwork.
Morality: Chaotic neutral.

Handle: necroticSynthesis
Typing Style: "Like what the fuck is even with time i don't even fuckin' get it we live we die what the hell man does it even }8{egin or end or is it some ouro}8{orous }8{ullshit like a dou}8{le helix mo}8{ius reacharound goddamn infinite loop shit"
Eye color: Grey
Symbol: A chain that is in the shape of a circle, with triangles encompassing the inside, creating the illusion of a chain with teeth on the inside. EDGE.E
Guardian: Cousin Lysa

Strengths: He can't feel in his left hand, overgrown fingernails on his left hand, smashing things open,
Weaknesses: Has issues with clotting blood, rambles at times, no feeling or use of his left hand, doesn't just generally heal well, either types slowly or uses a speak-to-text headset, is dominantly-left handed and as such is learning to use his right hand correctly.
Fears/Insecurities: That time is just an infinite loop and he'll be forced to relive every single pain
Likes: Pork, watching other people interact, jazz music, and hourglasses ((but that's his dirty little secret))
Dislikes: Clocks, cogs, clockwork machinery, steampunk things, time, watches, generally anything involving time, as well as his own inability to use a flail.
Driving force: To see to it that time stops at some point.
Hobbies: Just watching other people talk to eachother, trying to properly use a flail, and watching an hourglass go.

God Tier Title: Prince of Time
Land: Land of Ropes and Sand
Derse or Prospit: Prospit
Strife Specibus: Macekind, and if he could quit hitting himself with them, flailkind. Equius breaks bows, Arkh breaks his own limbs.

Describe your character in three words: I'LL END TIME!
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: A 4x4 foot first aid box and a huge metal shipping crate of bandages.

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: He'd either make himself git gud with flails or fix his left hand. Probably the first one.
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: "I should really stop making so much gelatin."

Other: He bleeds a lot because he can't clot that well. Buckets and buckets and fuckin' buckets and buckets of blood, yo.

Done.

OBLIGATORY LENNY SPAM INBOUND.

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