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[ooc] FRB nonense
PHYSICAL
Arthur stands somewhere between 5'9" and 5'10", and whilst he's not quite the beefcake he was for most of his adult life, the powers that be felt fit to give him back some of the weight he'd lost due to illness and he's still a physically imposing presence; broad-shouldered, barrel chested, and muscular from a lifetime of labor and fighting, the idea of calling him skinny would only ever occur to someone who'd known him in his prime, John.
His skin still shows some of the damage from a lifetime in the sun before sunscreen was a thing — wrinkles, a little freckling, ruddiness on the cheeks and nose — but most of it has faded, alongside his all-year tan. At least he's one uniform shade of 'pale' now instead of shocking the world whenever he takes his clothes off. He doesn't get that tan back when he's freshly fed, but he does pick up a bit of a healthy glow to him. Something a little more lifelike. In a similar vein, when he's dangerously underfed he's not just pale but sickly; eyes red and sunken like when he was ill, skin so pale the veins start to become visible under the surface. Luckily for all, he's pretty fastidious about making sure he never gets to that point.
He's a heavily scarred man, our Arthur. Most notable are a pair of scars on the left of his chin and another on the right-side bridge of his nose, which has clearly been broken multiple times in his life. His body is a mess of scars, fitting for a man who spent his living life unafraid to throw himself into just about any situation and actively looking for a fight a lot of the time. The only one that gives him any trouble is his left shoulder, it's a nasty looking thing but more than that it just seems being turned into a vampire didn't come with undoing the lasting damage that being shot point-blank with a shotgun did to his arm. The fact that it only sometimes gives him any issue is a testament to his luck more than anything.
SKILLS ETC.
Arthur was first and foremost in his life a brawler and a gunslinger. From a young age he was an angry kid who'd fight anyone at any time, and for better or worse that was honed into a skillset that made him into a formidable force, especially once he bulked up in his 20s. Even considering his size, he was stronger than you'd think by looking at him, able to fistfight groups of people and walk away with little more than bruises or some minor cuts. Able to go toe-to-toe with most even when ill to the point of strangers pointing out how sick and frail he looked, or to break a man's neck with (only) a severely injured arm. Whatever it was that fueled him carried over into his unlife and even for a vampire he is freakishly strong, moreso perhaps than he's even realised, though it's one of the only abilities he has that he doesn't shy away from using in full.
But we'll get to that.
Not to toot his horn, but Arthur was and is probably in the top 1% when it comes to skill with a gun. With a six shooter in his hand he can clear six moving (and attacking) targets in a matter of seconds, his only real limitation being the speed and accuracy of the weapon itself. Being the man who'd often be tasked with covering and/or watching means this skill isn't limited to handguns either. Put any gun in Arthur's hands and he is a shockingly fast and accurate shot, something only heightened by the increased speed, perception, and reflexes given to him by being what he is.
Like John, he's near enough fearless, though he does at least respect that prickling sensation as something worth paying attention to rather than something to barrel through, but that too has made him a force to be reckoned with. He is almost impossible to startle into inaction or panic, and on the exceedingly rare occasion it does happen it's very much something that only happens the once. When he knows and recognises the feeling, he can easily toss it aside. The only real fear he has is of himself: Having almost completely been lost to the violence and the bloodlust, Arthur is terrified of leaning in to what he is in any way that might bring him close to that again and has several mental walls and roadblocks up to stop himself, which means there's a significant chunk of the abilities available to him that Arthur doesn't know about.
He also has a particular knack for flying under the radar, to the point that unless he's caught in the act or can be tied to another involved party, his 'work' will generally be misattributed in the public consciousness. More than once he's come across someone telling a story of some great job they did only to find out it was his hit they were claiming to have done, but if they wanna claim it and deal with any potential repercussions on his behalf then power to them.
VAMPIRE SHIT
*usual enhanced speed/strength/senses/healing that come with being a vampire
*even for what he is he's freakishly strong
*retractable fangs
*tapetum lucidum
*influence over living things, limited to imparting a sense of fear/panic/etc. and calming animals
*bone heart box
*sick verticals
*near-perfect memory because he's here to suffer
*religious items/places make him Uncomfy but they don't hurt
*sensitivity to magic that comes with both heightened senses and being Other but he's also very specifically sensitive to Fae Bullshit
*can't eat solid foods
*can't go in sunlight/uv light
*can't get high/drunk/etc.
what he doesn't know (mostly stolen from john bc i'm shameless):
*he doesn't fully realise just how abnormally good his memory is
*has only pushed his limits wrt strength & healing, doesn't realise just how much of the others he actually has
*claws
*is it teleportation or is he just extremely fast? yes.
*little a (big scary) roar as a treat (that said he already does a serviceable impression of a snarling big cat or a rumbling gator)
misc:
*i wouldn't have described him necessarily as stealthy when he was alive but it's a skill he's honed to a terrifying degree in death
*could easily get through a week on only a few hours sleep, pointedly refuses to
CALIFORNIA
Arthur owns a 2-ish acre plot of land a few miles outside Bonsall, CA, bought partially because it was cheap as hell at the time, and also because his mother's favorite flower grew there which was a shock considering it typically grew further north, closer to and in Oregon. It's started to become a bit more urban than he'd like, (part of the allure was that it was a rural ranching town,) but on balance it's a nice, quiet town and people don't bother him outside of polite small talk with the handful who know him as a familiar face.
The land itself is by and large unused, a small section used to build his house and a garage for his vehicles, but otherwise it's left to be as it will, aside from the occasional check for invasive plant and animal species.
Speaking of vehicles, oh boy. Arthur has four and he loves them all equally but differently. His pickup is what he spends the bulk of his time in, a modern truck in an older shape because he prefers the more angular look to the rounded designs that have become popular, and heavily customized. Mostly for durability, but she also features a false bottom in the bed where he can stash his weapons and other equipment when he's on the road. His other truck is his big rig, a beast of a thing on account of a sleeper cab that is practically a luxury RV rather than the little space most have for utility. It even has motorbike storage, because of course it does. Your boy has two bikes; a Triumph Speed Twin from the 40s that is in outstanding condition but mostly kept out of sentimentality, and a Kawasaki Ninja H2R because why the fuck not.