Michael Arbitrium [Lord of Corrupt]

Name: Michael Arbitrium
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown (Appears 19)
Birth Date: March 1
Race: Corrupt
Arcana: Judgment (XX)
World: The Void
Alignment: Evil

Appearance:
~Height: 6’ 2”
~Weight: 190 Lbs.
~Hair: Long, black.
~Eyes: Gold
~Skin Colour: Pale
~Clothing: Michael usually is found wearing very nice white dress suits, well polished black dress shoes, a black open dress shirt, as well as a pair of black gloves outside of battle. In fights, however, he changes to something that is much more battle ready. Michael calls forth a suit of armor, which is composed of a white chest plate that has a blue core in the center, a pair of white gauntlets in which the forearms are colored blue, and a pair of white grieves in which the front plating is also blue. Around his waist seems to be deep blue cape-like cloth that’s covering the back.
~Other: As an extension of his will, he is capable of creating wings from his back, made out of static noise.

Personality: A very refined individual who is intelligent and is often seen reading books or listening to music. He’s seemingly cold and well calculated in his actions, exercising his judgment and always choosing the most efficient and devastating choices available, as well as finding the right time to strike. He may also come across as elitist, never wanting to do anything that he feels may be beneath him. Michael also cannot stand insubordination and defiance, believing his power, as the head of the LoC, is absolute. He can truly be quite merciless in his judgments, and has a hard time comprehending the find line between black and white. However, when he does find an opponent that actually can stand up to him, Michael becomes more passionate.

Michael, despite his elitist attitude, is known to appreciate art and music, as well as nature.

History: Michael originally started off as a Judgment Corrupt whose job was to serve as a trumpeter of The World, carrying on the master’s will. However, over time, this Judgment Corrupt grew stronger and stronger, eventually being able to change its shape to that of a human. Gaining sentience, personality, and knowledge, this Corrupt named himself “Michael Arbitrium.”

He soon dove into one of the worlds where humans resided, observing the life there. After a bit, he noticed the paradox of humanity: how chaotic it is. He noted that though there are ugly individuals who pride themselves on hurting others, there are beautiful individuals who express themselves by helping others and producing beautiful works of art.

Michael then observed the dark side of humanity, and noted how savage humans really are. After witnessing a war of terrible proportions, he went back to his master and asked whether or not humans should be saved. The World replied to him, “Humans are both beautiful and vile. They are the only creatures that might have the best or worse of intentions. It is ultimately because of them and their pursuit of knowledge and power that chaos is born. Though some work to gain power for prosperity, others work for personal gain and selfish motives. It is because of this ambiguous human nature that I was born. As whether or not they deserve to be wiped out is truly dependant on the collective human conscious. At the rate they are falling now, they are bound to destroy themselves. Since that is the case, unless they can show me progress, I feel as if humans do not deserve the life they have been given. Please, stand with me. Together, we can determine whether or not they deserve to live.”

Taking in The World’s words, and hearing the almighty Corrupt’s plan, he decided to serve underneath his lord and master as the head of the Lords of Corrupt to carry on The World’s will. He does this in helping him make his own judgment on whether or not humans have right to live.



RP Sample:

Humans are pathetic creatures. There was once a time that I had hope in humanity. However, I then came to a shattering realization when a mass calamity broke out. Humans who are granted power tend to abuse it. It is this absurdity that causes me to have great disgust for these creatures.

Power. That is all that the majority of humans care about. It is this selfish aspect that can drive an entire group of people to extinction. Their so-called conviction in the belief that power equals happiness is nothing more than a fallacy. The power to protect one’s people from harm is nothing more than an excuse.

I know that there are few humans who genuinely have a desire to bring happiness, even if it means giving up everything they have. It is this selflessness that makes me want to support humans. The selfish majority though, like savage beasts, consumes those that are weaker. It truly is a shame. I do have high hopes for humans…but in the event that we consider them unworthy, we will not hesitate to wipe them out.

The World, Arcana XXI, has told me that his objective is to see the true desire of humanity. Is it destructive greed that they wish for? Or is it to spread happiness to all? I suppose that is why we Corrupt are here. We test the conviction of all life, to decide whether or not they deserve to keep their lives.

-A City in Ruins: Battleground-

“How…how could this…happen? My city…my country…why? What happened here?” a lone gray-haired man asked as he stood in the rubble of a once glorious city. This city was the ugly face of a concept known as war. He couldn’t help but cry, observing the city in ruins. “I…I was supposed to protect them…I was supposed to protect my people…”

“Well, then you certainly failed that, didn’t you?” A teen in a white dress suit with long black hair sat on one of the heaps of rubble, his legs crossed as he looked at the carnage. “For a person who swore to help his people, you truly were a disappointing leader,” he commented, staring down at the person who was left alone in the carnage.

The gray-haired man, in his tear-streaked face, scowled at the refined individual who was looking down on him. “Michael…y-you…you did this! You did this!” the man bellowed in anger and displeasure, shaking.

The teen named Michael shook his head, jumping down from the tower of rubble, right in front of the gray-haired man. “I’ve done nothing to destroy this Mr. President, so don’t even try to displace the blame on me. You did. You said you wanted to have the power to protect all of the citizen’s lives, and as such, I gave you power to see if you could do that. What happened instead? You decided to misuse such great power, and look what happened. Your ambition and greed to make this country a great one backfired. You turned one of the most loved countries in this world into one of the most hated places, all because you wanted to expand the influence. I gave you several warnings when I gave you great power so you can protect your people. Rather than doing what you’ve pledged, you attacked other civilizations, aiming to expand your territory. You didn’t think of the possible repercussions of your actions,” Michael said, kneeling down and picking up what appeared to be a ruined stuff animal.

“You didn’t expect all of the other countries to combine and to stop you. Look what this last raid did to this city. In fact, I’m frankly surprised that you survived. You’re the only one left here. The ‘enemy forces’ have decided to move on to subjugate the rest of your country. As a leader, you failed miserably,” Michael criticized in disgust, examining the ruined stuffed animal as he held it in his left hand. “Did you know…that this belonged to a little girl? One who was unsuspecting of the carnage that would have taken place? She, among countless other innocents, trusted you.”

“Y-you…you bastard! You’re dead!” the gray-haired man screamed, pulling a gun from a holster, pointing it straight at Michael. As he did, however, he felt something cold sink into his chest, an intense jolt of pain running down his spine. He looked down, staring at a sword that materialized in the right hand of Michael.

“I’m afraid that it is you who shall die today. I don’t think it is right for you to live when others who were more deserving died in your stead. Such is the ugly reality of war. I have judged you as unworthy of living. Not only am I your judge, but also, your executioner. Now vanish you worthless scum,” Michael said in a cold manner, a bright light surrounding him. “Saint Cross.” With that, a cross design showed up below Michael, in which a cross-shaped explosion of light erupted, the force of the shockwave killing the man instantly.

Michael couldn’t help but sigh, looking on at the carnage as he laid the stuffed animal down. “Such a shame… he couldn’t pass the test. The power corrupted him. This man’s mistakes have caused the downfall of a great civilization,” the mysterious being stated. As if on cue, a portal of static noise opened behind Michael, in which he promptly turned and walked in. Without another world, the portal faded into nothingness.

Wow... That is just wow... I say Approved! *stamps a huge seal of approval on Michael's forehead*