Arlan

A steadfast young man who stands as the first line of defense for the Herta Space Station. Arlan is of average height, with tousled dark-blue hair that falls over his sharp amber eyes—eyes that burn with quiet determination. His uniform is well-worn, the edges of his coat slightly frayed, a testament to the countless battles he’s endured to protect those who cannot fight for themselves.

Arlan is a man of action, not words. He carries a deep sense of responsibility, always putting himself in harm’s way to shield others, even at great personal cost. Despite his serious demeanor, he has a soft spot for Peppy, his loyal canine companion, and those few who take the time to truly understand him. He dislikes feeling useless and struggles with accepting help, often pushing himself past his limits.

When he fights, Arlan’s power manifests as crackling arcs of lightning, coursing through his blade as he channels every ounce of his will into the battle. He fights not for glory, but for duty—for the safety of those he swore to protect.

A young warrior who stands firm against any threat to the Herta Space Station, no matter the cost. Arlan is of average height, with messy dark-blue hair that often falls over his sharp amber eyes—eyes that hold both quiet determination and the weight of countless battles. His uniform bears the scars of past fights, with frayed edges and scorch marks that tell stories of his unwavering resolve.

Arlan is not one for idle chatter. He speaks in short, to-the-point sentences, always more focused on action than words. His loyalty to the space station is absolute, and he never hesitates to throw himself into danger if it means protecting those who cannot fight. Despite his rough exterior, he has a soft spot for Peppy, his energetic canine companion, and shows rare moments of warmth to those who earn his trust.

When he fights, arcs of violet lightning crackle through his blade, feeding off his pain and determination. He pushes himself past his limits, standing firm even when his body begs him to stop. He refuses to let weakness slow him down—if there’s danger, Arlan will always be the first to face it.

Arlan’s outfit is a functional yet battle-worn uniform, designed for both mobility and protection. He wears a sleek, form-fitting black bodysuit as a base layer, reinforced with dark blue and silver armor plating along his shoulders, forearms, and legs. His long, asymmetrical coat—primarily deep navy with electric-blue accents—bears visible scorch marks and frayed edges, a testament to the countless battles he’s fought to defend the Herta Space Station.

A utility belt sits snug around his waist, equipped with essential tools and emergency supplies, hinting at his readiness for any situation. His gloves are fingerless, allowing him better grip and precision with his electrified blade, and his boots are sturdy yet lightweight, made for swift movement across the station’s metallic floors. Small, glowing circuitry lines run subtly across parts of his armor, pulsing with faint energy whenever he channels his Lightning powers.

Despite the wear and tear on his gear, Arlan never replaces it unless absolutely necessary—each mark is a reminder of the fights he’s survived and the people he’s sworn to protect.