Anton Arkins

[antonarkins]

Basic Information

Full Name: Anton Arkins
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Birthday: He doesn't know?
Codename: Mars
Classification: Human
Abilities: Blood Mage (Inactive) - as one, Anton has the power to use his own blood to cast spells. The blood acts as a catalyst, but comes at a price, as to use his blood magic, Anton must harm himself. In fact, this cycle of harming oneself to expend more power is the exact reason Blood Mages don't live for very long.
Alignment/Occupation: Neutral-Evil - B.P.R.D. Agent
Special Skills: Essentially good at the harm and killing of others - he's excellent with a Knife, Gun, and with his hands - the final being due to his extensive knowledge of Krav Maga. His lifestyle has led to him being quite good as a free-runner, a bit of a con-artist, a fairly good lockpick and all around excellent thief/catburglar/pickpocket/slight-of-hand artist as well.
Weapons: A Glock 17C (standard Israeli military sidearm) when they let him, various knives of various lengths, and his hands.

The Look

Appearance: Roughly 6', he's lean and muscular - the kind of strength that comes with living a hard physical life. He looks haggard though, constantly tired, with clear circles under his hazel eyes. His hair alternates from shaved to scraggly and somewhat long. It's dark red or auburn in color, and at any length it's ill kept. His skin is a mild tan, but is sort of dirty looking, and he has numerous scars across his body. Prominent scars on his face include one across the bridge of his nose one coming out from the outside corner of his right eye.

Celebrity: Ryan Reynolds

Style: Generally speaking, Anton is not allowed to wear his own clothes and is instead always seen in a sort of standardized form fitting black t-shirt and black pants. He finds this very boring. He wears two tight to the skin silvery bracelets inscribed with magic runes that prevent his use of magic.

It's The Inside That Counts

Personality: Anton is mean. His life has made sure of that. He speaks his mind and doesn't fear retribution for it. He's snarky, sarcastic, rude, crude, and decisively unlikeable - and he doesn't seem to care about that. He's seen terrible things in his life, something he isn't particularly willing to share, but it shows. He's undeterred by bloody scenes, enjoys torture, and cares little for anything - including himself.

Likes: Magic - it'd be nice if he was still allowed to do it. He's all to willing to torture someone if it's means to an end, even reveling in it. Cigarettes. Practice fighting. And don't tell anyone, but he likes watching the sky at night.

Dislikes: People. The B.P.R.D., Police, and anyone who's ever hunted him. He doesn't like sleeping in a bed, he believes he wouldn't be alert enough for anything while lying down like that.

Fears: In truth Anton fears his current predicament. Before, Anton's death would be on his terms - but now he has no control. He fears the complete loss of his powers, the only thing that makes him worth a d**n in his mind. Anton perhaps also fears the death of those around him...as he may or may not come to enjoy their company.

Weaknesses: Anton is mortal, and can die just as any normal human could. While those around him have special powers to prevent this...Anton has perhaps a bullet-proof vest and that is all on missions. He also doesn't have particular loyalty to the B.P.R.D. and it's likely that unsupervised he might turn traitor on the promise that his magical restriction might be removed.

Strengths: Anton is largely fearless, a good fighter, and a thief.

History: Anton Arkins kills people. It's what he has always done. People that bother Anton, people that attack or otherwise simply agitate him have had a penchant for ending up dead. From the way he tells it, he grew up an orphan in Israel before going on a trip through Europe. He never really got along with anyone as a child, but spent a lot of time trying to become impressive enough to do so. He found his deadly gift at the age of 10, when he was punched so hard his eyebrow was cut. The blood from his wound mixed with his anger and caused him to kill the boy who had hit him. The boys death was deemed an accident, and Anton was put under surveillance...but it wouldn't matter, he had his first taste of power. Anton eventually joined the military, where his remarkable talents with killing led him to the Special forces. He served from the age of 18 till 22, only a year longer than he was forced to by the national law. Anton had grown bored with war, and instead began to travel walking the fine line of the normal and the fantastic realms. The Israeli paranormal division did their best to keep tabs on him, and it seemed that wherever he went, people would turn up dead. A scant year into his trip, they decided that he needed to be corralled - and thus his life on the run began. Anton stopped doing physical labor for money, instead falling fully into murder and crime to scrape together enough funds before those hunting him could catch up. His running took him eventually to America, where he was involved in a disastrous bank robbery that left the majority of his colleges and several police officers dead, and himself finally captured.

It was at this point that Anton was given a choice - work for the B.P.R.D., go back to working for the Israeli military, or face life in prison. Feeling that his best bet for escape would be at a place where he would be allowed to use his abilities, Anton chose the B.P.R.D. What he didn't count on, however, were the magical restrictions the American government would have him placed under. Powerful restriction runes, barring Anton's ability to use magic were inscribed on twin bracelets which Anton can never take off - in fact, he has no idea how to remove them at all. And it's likely only the leader of the B.P.R.D. does. Anton has determined that he will go along with this whole predicament for now...and once he finds out how to get the bracelets off - he's out of there.
He has yet to actually begin his job at the B.P.R.D., but his tenure begins soon.


The Person Behind It All

Name: Antony
Age: 21
Gender: M
RP Experience: Lots? Plenty of groups over five+ years though never one on a board like this.


RP Sample: The three men stood still as the elevator rumbled to life and began to head down with a loud whirring sound.
Anton sighed, and shifted slightly in his solid handcuffs.
“Is this really necessary?” he asked, muffled through a leather face guard.
“The prisoner will be quiet until we have arrived at his lodging,” a young straight laced man next to him said, a slight quiver in his voice. The man stared straight head, away from Anton, but Anton could tell he was nervous, maybe young. The young man was white, with a finely shaved head, and was wearing a suit that likely cost more money than the man made in a year.
“The B.P.R.D. issues suits?” Anton asked calmly.
The young man turned around, his eyebrow raised.
“How did you know that?” The young man said somewhat quietly.
“It’s a nice suit. Too expensive for you. Plus, you’re wearing it wrong,” Anton said calmly.
“Quiet kid. And shut up Arkins,” the guard on Anton’s other side said sternly. The other guard was older, but had a full head of black hair, and was a bit heavyset.
“Arkins. Oh I like that, sounds far more formal than Anton,” Anton continued, as though they were having a polite conversation.
And explosion from down below jostled them slightly, at this Anton purposefully bumped into the young guard, and the elevator came to a sudden stop.
“Ah crap, what now?” The older guard asked aloud as he pulled his phone out of his coat. The younger guard looked about the large elevator confused as Anton bent down to his feet, which were also carefully locked. The key he had swiped from the young guard was for his leg-cuffs, he’d worry about his hands later.
“You really need to pay better attention,” Anton said to the young guard as the elevator suddenly roared back to life.
“What do you mean?” The young guard asked innocently, and Anton kicked the leg-cuffs at him. He turned swiftly, as the older guard was already drawing his gun, and slammed the older man in the throat with both his palms. He spun again, cracking the young guard with his cuffed hands, and then turned back to the older man. He went at this as quickly as he could, cracking the older man in the face again, before slamming the young guard twice with his cuffs.
The older guard drew his gun as Anton came down a second time on the young one’s head, but before he could aim and shoot, Anton had grabbed his hands. They fumbled for a second, but as Anton had the surer footing and wasn’t already stunned by several blows to the head, he disarmed the older guard. He turned, pressing the older guard into the wall with all his weight as he pointed the gun to kill the younger man, but the older guard caught a solid blow to Anton’s temple, and the shot missed by a wide arc.

The elevator doors opened, there was the sound of a gun's hammer being pulled back, and all three men froze. Anton gingerly turned to look to the entrance, to find the titular Hellboy himself, pointing a gun in his direction, along with about five other suited B.P.R.D. agents.
“Hey,” Anton said with a slight smile, “I’m the new guy.”