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[align=left][justify][size=13pt]ARTHUR NORMAN DARBY
 hehehe hope u get his middle name thnx
 "call me arthur, only arthur, nothing else. if you call me arty, i will personally make sure your head ends up on a pike."
 he was born in petersfield, england. it's a really small town, and arthur kinda hated it. like, from the moment he actually could understand where he lived, he hated it.
 he's really into occult stuff in general. not to say he isn't into science either, he's really interested in both, but maybe a little bit more into occult since he's always had stronger faith in religion. though, he does chalk certain things up to science since he thinks some things are totally stupid.
 as for being interested in the occult, he was born and raised as a wiccan. both of his parents were wiccans and arthur was raised in a coven, and they practiced witchcraft. nothing crazy or anything, they mainly communicated with their god and goddess, and made nature-based healing things. it wasn't until arthur's father died that things went a little crazy.
 when he was around seven, his father passed away due to a freak accident. an extreme, crazy freak accident. his father was out of the house and had been attempting to fix a couple of wires before a sudden storm struck. needless to say, things didn't end too well. it was extremely upsetting, his father looked fine, but his heart had no beat, and he was cold and pale. arthur had been the one to find him, after all.
 no doubt, he and his mother figured that the god and goddess were angered by his father, but they didn't understand why. what had he done? his mother tried asking every night, and all arthur remembers most from his childhood was seeing his mother praying and begging for answers. a reason why. one that she never got.
 after this, his mother started getting into black magic. and arthur? while he knew that this was a bad thing, he couldn't help but follow suit. his mother needed help and, well, arthur was pissed off. he wanted his dad back, and black magic promised it could help. at least, with what his mother looked into.
 needless to say, they were kicked out of the coven after this change. his mother went from peaceful and sweet to someone even arthur didn't recognize. as for arthur? well, he realized he had a lot of untapped potential. though the more he tapped into it, the weirder it looked to outsiders.
 by the time he was around thirteen, arthur had become a total loner. he was the weird wiccan kid! most of the school had no idea what the hell that was, and it didn't help that he collected dead animals, carried a pocket knife around, and was reading and writing in the same book (his shadowbook) for the past three years. despite doing well and being a pretty sweet kid, all the students ignored him and the teachers were cautious around him.
 his mother lost herself when arthur was around fifteen. he'd come home from school, and she'd be on the floor reciting incantations. and arthur? he didn't know what to do. he couldn't make his father come back, life didn't work that way, much less religion. and while he knew that and differentiated that, his mother struggled to do the same. she was a grieving mother of three, every look at her sons made her think of her husband, and she couldn't do it. she attempted suicide twice, both times, arthur was the one that found her just before.
 arthur became a total recluse by the time he was sixteen. not only that, but he just got weirder. from collecting dead animals, he moved into hunting them. taxidermy and all, but he also just... seemed like a weirdo. no motions, no friends, no nothing. he was all alone, carrying for his mother who was having just as tough, if not a tougher, time as arthur.
 he's really into tarot cards?? he has like three decks, but he mainly just uses his deviant moon deck since that's the one he feels most connected to. he likes to read tarot for others, but he mainly just reads them for himself.
 notes: psycho wiccan kid who isn't really psycho, just misunderstood
 misanthropic?? totally. antisocial?? not really.
 god he hates talking to people, everyone could fuck off and go burn in hell for all he could care
 often wishes for people to get struck by lightning and die (he did Not cope well with his father's death so it manifests in uh,,,, bad ways)
 blank face, empty actions
 really likes astrology, he doesn't believe in it as a way to dictate his life (he's a Wiccan ok) but he finds it intriguing to learn about
 got a british accent, but he doesn't talk a lot so no one really knows
 oh yeah, he doesn't really talk. he has come to realize that the things that come out of his mouth really freaks people out and?? well
 he has a taxidermy butterfly collection!! it's really pretty, they all hang in photo frames on his walls, like everywhere. he also has a really cool barn owl that he taxidermy-ed himself, it just chills on his desk. (note, he did not kill it, he found it in the woods behind his house, duh)
 stand-offish during convos and just hard to talk to and get along with but just keep an open mind and maybe he'll open up one day
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[align=left][justify][size=13pt]ARTHUR NORMAN DARBY
 hehehe hope u get his middle name thnx
 "call me arthur, only arthur, nothing else. if you call me arty, i will personally make sure your head ends up on a pike."
 he was born in petersfield, england. it's a really small town, and arthur kinda hated it. like, from the moment he actually could understand where he lived, he hated it.
 he's really into occult stuff in general. not to say he isn't into science either, he's really interested in both, but maybe a little bit more into occult since he's always had stronger faith in religion. though, he does chalk certain things up to science since he thinks some things are totally stupid.
 as for being interested in the occult, he was born and raised as a wiccan. both of his parents were wiccans and arthur was raised in a coven, and they practiced witchcraft. nothing crazy or anything, they mainly communicated with their god and goddess, and made nature-based healing things. it wasn't until arthur's father died that things went a little crazy.
 when he was around seven, his father passed away due to a freak accident. an extreme, crazy freak accident. his father was out of the house and had been attempting to fix a couple of wires before a sudden storm struck. needless to say, things didn't end too well. it was extremely upsetting, his father looked fine, but his heart had no beat, and he was cold and pale. arthur had been the one to find him, after all.
 no doubt, he and his mother figured that the god and goddess were angered by his father, but they didn't understand why. what had he done? his mother tried asking every night, and all arthur remembers most from his childhood was seeing his mother praying and begging for answers. a reason why. one that she never got.
 after this, his mother started getting into black magic. and arthur? while he knew that this was a bad thing, he couldn't help but follow suit. his mother needed help and, well, arthur was pissed off. he wanted his dad back, and black magic promised it could help. at least, with what his mother looked into.
 needless to say, they were kicked out of the coven after this change. his mother went from peaceful and sweet to someone even arthur didn't recognize. as for arthur? well, he realized he had a lot of untapped potential. though the more he tapped into it, the weirder it looked to outsiders.
 by the time he was around thirteen, arthur had become a total loner. he was the weird wiccan kid! most of the school had no idea what the hell that was, and it didn't help that he collected dead animals, carried a pocket knife around, and was reading and writing in the same book (his shadowbook) for the past three years. despite doing well and being a pretty sweet kid, all the students ignored him and the teachers were cautious around him.
 his mother lost herself when arthur was around fifteen. he'd come home from school, and she'd be on the floor reciting incantations. and arthur? he didn't know what to do. he couldn't make his father come back, life didn't work that way, much less religion. and while he knew that and differentiated that, his mother struggled to do the same. she was a grieving mother of three, every look at her sons made her think of her husband, and she couldn't do it. she attempted suicide twice, both times, arthur was the one that found her just before.
 arthur became a total recluse by the time he was sixteen. not only that, but he just got weirder. from collecting dead animals, he moved into hunting them. taxidermy and all, but he also just... seemed like a weirdo. no motions, no friends, no nothing. he was all alone, carrying for his mother who was having just as tough, if not a tougher, time as arthur.
 he's really into tarot cards?? he has like three decks, but he mainly just uses his deviant moon deck since that's the one he feels most connected to. he likes to read tarot for others, but he mainly just reads them for himself.
 notes: psycho wiccan kid who isn't really psycho, just misunderstood
 misanthropic?? totally. antisocial?? not really.
 god he hates talking to people, everyone could fuck off and go burn in hell for all he could care
 often wishes for people to get struck by lightning and die (he did Not cope well with his father's death so it manifests in uh,,,, bad ways)
 blank face, empty actions
 really likes astrology, he doesn't believe in it as a way to dictate his life (he's a Wiccan ok) but he finds it intriguing to learn about
 got a british accent, but he doesn't talk a lot so no one really knows
 oh yeah, he doesn't really talk. he has come to realize that the things that come out of his mouth really freaks people out and?? well
 he has a taxidermy butterfly collection!! it's really pretty, they all hang in photo frames on his walls, like everywhere. he also has a really cool barn owl that he taxidermy-ed himself, it just chills on his desk. (note, he did not kill it, he found it in the woods behind his house, duh)
 stand-offish during convos and just hard to talk to and get along with but just keep an open mind and maybe he'll open up one day
 edit later