Abilities: Michael is in the possession of a “crest” given to him by his father; each of the Arclight brothers received one. Michael’s is in the shape of a green, highly-stylised five-point flower centered within a concave-edged pentagon. The crest is initially on his left hand.
After recent developments, however, the crest is now “located” in a bracelet invented by his older brother, Christopher. This bracelet allows him to access the crest’s powers which include, but are not limited to: access to Overlay Networks which allow for quick transportation by materialising in new locations, producing a quick burst of light to allow for escape, resistance to “Numbers” cards which would otherwise influence the user’s mind and personality, producing electrical shocks, and memory manipulation. The super nice thing about this bracelet is that it has removed the cost of using the crest’s power. Otherwise, employing the crest would cause damage to the user’s soul. The bracelets are also outfitted with a communication system the brothers use to contact one another in their family's version of a smart phone, and the bracelets have altered the appearances of the boys’ crests so that they all resemble the same pattern when activated.
However, these bracelets seem to have truncated their powers. The only powers the new!crests have been shown to have in Michael's case are protection from another person's powers, and to activate some awesome biotechnology I'm going to cover next.
When he duels, a series of orange markings on the left side of his face “activate” and allow him to interface with the augmented reality technology used to duel. Additionally, the markings change the appearance of his left iris’s colour from green to pink. These markings are based on some kind of super cool and advanced biotech. How it works, the world may never know.
Michael is a skilled duellist, and is good at observation and investigation. He's extremely good at concentrating and focusing on a task that's given to him, becoming quite meticulous at times. He's suited to activities like fencing, flower arrangement, and tea ceremony. At the very least he has enough skill at swordplay to be confident enough to be throwing swords around as warning signals.
Other: Because he used the powers given to him by his father, his soul has sustained some amount of damage. What this means is unclear as of now but, if it's ever touched upon in canon, it would be something he might be afflicted by.
SAMPLES First Person:
( It might not seem like it, but this letter has taken him nearly no time to compose. The first draft was handwritten; that seemed more appropriate, more ironically wholesome in the same vein as everything else in this artificially saccharine place. Then he realised, no. It wasn't better.
This way, too, it's an open letter. And if the Landlord doesn't get it, or doesn't care, maybe the letter will alert someone who can do something for him, or at the very least give him some good information to go on so he may start his quest for recovery/revenge.
So he's changed the wording a bit—a little bit—because the audience is now wider. He also uses the default font found on his phone for the sake of legibility. )
Re: Our position in Holly Heights To: The Landlord
Mr Landlord,
It has come to my attention—thanks in part to your heartfelt well-wishes and in part to initial conversations with my new neighbours—that you are in the habit of spiriting us here to our new lives without including our personal affects on this exciting journey.
But then you have other whimsical habits, all of which dovetail with the one described above for a very artificial situation. Bereft of our possessions, you give us consolatory tokens in their place. These tokens are including but not limited to: a modest, sensible home, a bespoke wardrobe, staples, a selection of choice commodities, and so on.
I have also learnt that you are in the habit of not returning to us our possessions. Or, at the very least, in the habit of not being exactly obliging in returning these objects to us.
Learning about these habits of yours has caused me some acute distress, and so I am writing to you on behalf of everyone from my world to ask you, please be so kind as to return our decks. Here in this alien world their monetary value is not that great, and they do not pose any risk to the harmony of such a place, so I fail to see the point in keeping them in custody.
Perhaps you could elucidate your reasons for me? As best I know I can only draw a clutch of certain conclusions: Certainly they have not offended you. Certainly you do not place the same sentimental value upon them. Certainly our decks are not contraband, conceits, or curses from Pandora's box.
Certainly they would be but baubles to you.
I am also not asking for Duel Disks, a re-establishment of the Augmented Reality technology which would surely pose a proliferation of inconveniences and vexations, nor for the restoration of we Arclights' crests.
So, please, Mr Landlord, I ask that you bestow our decks back upon us. Please be so kind as to not disabuse me of the illusion that this truly is a home away from home, in which we duellists are quite welcome.
Warmest regards,
III Michael Arclight
P.S. This request is also for your benefit. I cannot guarantee that my more venal brother will not become bored unless decks are duly restored to him and the other duellists, against whom he may duel. The new clothes he may enjoy, but there is only so much time that can be occupied by vanities.
Third Person: On and on it stretches, but where it goes, Michael doesn't know. The sea is gone past over the horizon of his sight—or down under it, he thinks, the curve of the earth is such that what's beyond the horizon on a good, clear day is technically a little bit below him. It's related to how satellites are always, always falling and are essentially trapped in orbit because they just can't land.
He looks at his feet, and it feels like he's rushing falling towards the ground.
But today is a good, clear day. The weather is nice. It's not quite autumn-balmy yet so he can't bring out the more fancy and tailoured clothes he has a particular taste for, but nor is it so warm that it's too warm. He's spent most of the day smiling and the sun has warmed the skin of his neck and face and the backs of his uncalloused hands.
He continues walking, and he wonders vaguely in how many minutes he can expect to see the friend he's arranged to meet up with. Arriving early has given him enough time for a walk and a chance to better familiarise himself with this district of his new home, but he has to admit to himself that it just doesn't seem as fun without someone to show him what's what. He's also been distracted by things that aren't here—figments of memories that have been long buried, snatches of ideas, and half-formed plans he's making, there are so many things he can now do it can set his mind reeling if he just doesn't hold for that one second and—and because now there's no-one to direct his attention to what's actually around him, focussing externally isn't as easy as it could be.
In general, it's just better to have someone walk you through these kinds of things like new places.
So he smiles, and tries not to get too lost waiting.
OTHER Housing Request?: In 1499, please! Did you read the rules and FAQ?: First thing I did. Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure, go ahead!
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Michael Arclight (III) | Yu-gi-oh! ZeXal | Reserved
After recent developments, however, the crest is now “located” in a bracelet invented by his older brother, Christopher. This bracelet allows him to access the crest’s powers which include, but are not limited to: access to Overlay Networks which allow for quick transportation by materialising in new locations, producing a quick burst of light to allow for escape, resistance to “Numbers” cards which would otherwise influence the user’s mind and personality, producing electrical shocks, and memory manipulation. The super nice thing about this bracelet is that it has removed the cost of using the crest’s power. Otherwise, employing the crest would cause damage to the user’s soul. The bracelets are also outfitted with a communication system the brothers use to contact one another in their family's version of a smart phone, and the bracelets have altered the appearances of the boys’ crests so that they all resemble the same pattern when activated.
However, these bracelets seem to have truncated their powers. The only powers the new!crests have been shown to have in Michael's case are protection from another person's powers, and to activate some awesome biotechnology I'm going to cover next.
When he duels, a series of orange markings on the left side of his face “activate” and allow him to interface with the augmented reality technology used to duel. Additionally, the markings change the appearance of his left iris’s colour from green to pink. These markings are based on some kind of super cool and advanced biotech. How it works, the world may never know.
Michael is a skilled duellist, and is good at observation and investigation. He's extremely good at concentrating and focusing on a task that's given to him, becoming quite meticulous at times. He's suited to activities like fencing, flower arrangement, and tea ceremony. At the very least he has enough skill at swordplay to be confident enough to be throwing swords around as warning signals.
Other: Because he used the powers given to him by his father, his soul has sustained some amount of damage. What this means is unclear as of now but, if it's ever touched upon in canon, it would be something he might be afflicted by.
SAMPLES
First Person:
( It might not seem like it, but this letter has taken him nearly no time to compose. The first draft was handwritten; that seemed more appropriate, more ironically wholesome in the same vein as everything else in this artificially saccharine place. Then he realised, no. It wasn't better.
This way, too, it's an open letter. And if the Landlord doesn't get it, or doesn't care, maybe the letter will alert someone who can do something for him, or at the very least give him some good information to go on so he may start his quest for recovery/revenge.
So he's changed the wording a bit—a little bit—because the audience is now wider. He also uses the default font found on his phone for the sake of legibility. )
Re: Our position in Holly Heights
To: The Landlord
Mr Landlord,
It has come to my attention—thanks in part to your heartfelt well-wishes and in part to initial conversations with my new neighbours—that you are in the habit of spiriting us here to our new lives without including our personal affects on this exciting journey.
But then you have other whimsical habits, all of which dovetail with the one described above for a very artificial situation. Bereft of our possessions, you give us consolatory tokens in their place. These tokens are including but not limited to: a modest, sensible home, a bespoke wardrobe, staples, a selection of choice commodities, and so on.
I have also learnt that you are in the habit of not returning to us our possessions. Or, at the very least, in the habit of not being exactly obliging in returning these objects to us.
Learning about these habits of yours has caused me some acute distress, and so I am writing to you on behalf of everyone from my world to ask you, please be so kind as to return our decks. Here in this alien world their monetary value is not that great, and they do not pose any risk to the harmony of such a place, so I fail to see the point in keeping them in custody.
Perhaps you could elucidate your reasons for me? As best I know I can only draw a clutch of certain conclusions: Certainly they have not offended you. Certainly you do not place the same sentimental value upon them. Certainly our decks are not contraband, conceits, or curses from Pandora's box.
Certainly they would be but baubles to you.
I am also not asking for Duel Disks, a re-establishment of the Augmented Reality technology which would surely pose a proliferation of inconveniences and vexations, nor for the restoration of we Arclights' crests.
So, please, Mr Landlord, I ask that you bestow our decks back upon us. Please be so kind as to not disabuse me of the illusion that this truly is a home away from home, in which we duellists are quite welcome.
Warmest regards,
III Michael Arclight
P.S. This request is also for your benefit. I cannot guarantee that my more venal brother will not become bored unless decks are duly restored to him and the other duellists, against whom he may duel. The new clothes he may enjoy, but there is only so much time that can be occupied by vanities.
Third Person: On and on it stretches, but where it goes, Michael doesn't know. The sea is gone past over the horizon of his sight—or down under it, he thinks, the curve of the earth is such that what's beyond the horizon on a good, clear day is technically a little bit below him. It's related to how satellites are always, always falling and are essentially trapped in orbit because they just can't land.
He looks at his feet, and it feels like he's rushing falling towards the ground.
But today is a good, clear day. The weather is nice. It's not quite autumn-balmy yet so he can't bring out the more fancy and tailoured clothes he has a particular taste for, but nor is it so warm that it's too warm. He's spent most of the day smiling and the sun has warmed the skin of his neck and face and the backs of his uncalloused hands.
He continues walking, and he wonders vaguely in how many minutes he can expect to see the friend he's arranged to meet up with. Arriving early has given him enough time for a walk and a chance to better familiarise himself with this district of his new home, but he has to admit to himself that it just doesn't seem as fun without someone to show him what's what. He's also been distracted by things that aren't here—figments of memories that have been long buried, snatches of ideas, and half-formed plans he's making, there are so many things he can now do it can set his mind reeling if he just doesn't hold for that one second and—and because now there's no-one to direct his attention to what's actually around him, focussing externally isn't as easy as it could be.
In general, it's just better to have someone walk you through these kinds of things like new places.
So he smiles, and tries not to get too lost waiting.
OTHER
Housing Request?: In 1499, please!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: First thing I did.
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure, go ahead!
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1499 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
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