OOC Information

Name: Patrick
Age: 20
Contact Info: loveazombie

IC Information

Name: Murtaugh
Canon: Submachine ( I have included all Submachines in my canon except #10 because I have not played it. Some events are in his future - for those that have already happened to him, please see background. )
Age: 21
Birthday: May 31, 1884
Blood type: B Negative
Wiki Link: Wiki
Background: Born in 1884, Mur spent the first several years of his life having no idea what would happen to him. He was a popular boy, fancied by some and admired by others. He was the type to never have to try very hard in school, as he always made good grades with the bare minimum.

This ended at the age of fifteen, when he went on a vacation to Kent Falls. Mur met his best friend there, Elizabeth, and they spent part of a wonderful summer together. But the wonderful part would end all too quickly. Mur would stick his hand in a waterfall, a seemingly innocuous act. While in the water, he could see seven layers of his arm, something that didn't change when he pulled it back out. Suddenly his arm was rather unexplainable, a fact worsened by the fact nobody else could see his arm anymore. As he puts himself: "I did lose my left arm, but what the hell, I found out that I had a third."

Some would sympathise with him, others would call him a freak. The fact he was not upset did not help the situation. With his behavior and attitude towards his 'lost arm', he was considered mentally ill. Those who had once adored him now turned their backs on him, not wishing to associate with what he appeared to be. But this was fine with him, because he didn't want to try to explain his powers to them, anyway. He tried once with his mother and it became very clear very quickly that someone without his gift couldn't even begin to comprehend it. Except Liz, but even she could not see the true nature.

For the next few years, Liz was his sole companion. They investigated the falls and gained proof that there was something called a Submachine. Liz would do the research and Mur would do the field work, or so it was planned. Secretly she did field work as well, despite his wishes; secretly he created karma portals when she didn't want him to. Though the secrets were actually very badly kept, there wasn't much they could do to stop each other.

Eventually, others would start to believe as well and follow Liz and Mur in this journey. People were paying attention to him again and he didn't know how to handle it. He would focus more on his work on the people around them, and it became that the only person he could really see was Liz. This didn't bode well with the others, who used such labels as 'sociopath'. These would turn into 'reckless' and 'murderer' when the karma portals built up and caused enough destruction that people started dying.

At this time, Mur locked himself away to become a lighthouse keeper. He wanted to run away from his problems and practice his powers in peace. This worked out for awhile, he developed his powers to a higher level and found out he could travel farther and farther than he thought. He also met a cat who could bend the laws of space and time. He payed no attention to the outside world. He payed so ill attention that there was no warning when one day, the lighthouse was buried deep beneath the dirt by his enemies. He could not escape and his worst fear is being buried alive. Finally he decided to make the biggest, yet most unstable portal of all and head through it to an unknown destination.
Personality: The first thing to notice about Murtaugh is that he is smart and focused. In fact, he is almost too smart and definitely too focused. When he is focused on all layers of his arm, on the whole picture, it's hard for him to see the details. To be able to communicate with others properly, he has to bring his focus down and try to relax - something that is very hard for him. He prefers to work.

He is a bit of a quirky individual. His sense of humour is not one for all. Murtaugh is also a pessimist, though not at heart - it's a learned behavior from years of things always going at least slightly wrong. Gift him good things, and someone will always object and hate him, that is how life has been.

When he becomes attached to someone or something, it's thoroughly so. However, it's hard for him to even become attached to begin with. He's learned to keep others at a distance. He judges quickly and stubbornly sticks to first impressions. He feels this is only fair, given how others have judged and misunderstood him. He is more than a little bit of a child, and doesn't see any reason to change anytime soon.
Abilities: Having lost his left arm as a young man of 15, he was given by Shiva the power of a karma arm. This arm is present across all seven Layers of reality. When he focuses all of his arm into one spot, he can create a karma portal. These are a destructive force, tearing apart what's around them. The small ones lead to places on the same Layer, while the large ones lead to another Layer.

He can control certain objects with his karma arm, such as the Mechanical Hand. His karma arm doesn't have intricate motor skills, and so he channels the karma through an object and controls its moving parts.
Items Upon Arrival: He arrives in possession of a large backpack. It contains the items that one might take with them if they are running away from home.
*One wool blanket
*Two sets of clothing
*Toothbrush
*Hair Brush
*Toothpaste
*Three notebooks
*Two pens, one pencil
*Cat food

Cash Upon Arrival: $0 carried in the form of lint.

Murtaugh is 60, and he can finally see it all.

He's spent so much time running, he's spent so much time trying, and he's failed at every venture. Failed with his followers, failed with the subnet, just failed. He didn't understand it at the time, but seeing the conjoining of all Layers at the Knit, he understands. He can see the destruction that hath been wrought.

He'd always been sorry for his followers, of course. Aware they were sacrificing themselves for him. He'd been convinced it was all for a greater good - but was it really? All seven layers meet together at the Knot, and you can see what has happened to Everything.

Murtaugh falls to his knees at the sight of it all. He can't help but think.. if only he'd succeeded in catching Elizabeth once, just once. Maybe she would have stopped him long before this. But she ran from him, to lure him... to this? She knew. She knew.

Now he did, too.

Open scene, midnight. The future day is present. The curtain is drawn to reveal a man at a table, haggard and tired. The name is Mur and his current method of madness is writing. He is doing this hastily, scribbling all over his notebooks, not even bothering to type as is his usual preference.

But without the click-clack to propel him, he keeps glancing up every so often. The mark of a paranoid man. He has heard whispers all around him lately, one cannot blame him for paranoia. Liz is what calms him but Liz is not here. Is she? Perhaps she is the whispers. Perhaps she has drawn the curtain. Perhaps...

No. No more perhaps. He scribbles at his notebook even harder, attempting to distract himself. The pencil breaks, he sharpens it with his knife. Breaks, sharpen. Breaks, sharpen, then sting - he has slipped and cut himself. He fumbles around for something to help, he only finds oil stained dirty rags. This is why he needs Liz. Dear, dear Liz. Missing Liz. Where is she? Can she not sense his desperation?

If he shall bleed to death in this very spot, at least it shall be spent in waiting for his princess. His very last breath will be spent on her name. Would that not be ever so lovely? Of course, he is not bleeding very hard. But such doléances are how he must spend his time. After all, what else is there to do in this cursed lighthouse of his?

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