Heraldic King

Tron Rank: Nobody Portals x3 20 ft of plastic chains District Alpha

[heraldrycrests]

Not this again. [Intro/Open]

[magic-of-the-earth]

"On second thought, it may just be easier for us to walk. The trains in this city only travel clockwise, so it would a few hours to circle back to your district. But we could always just walk there in about twenty minutes from where we are."

There was something that seemed slightly off putting about the way this child spoke. Almost as though each word was was planned before spoken. Merlin shrugged the thought off however, it was just a child in an odd mask afterall.

"Well, shall we head off then? What’s your name? Mine is Merlin."

[heraldrycrests]

There's something slightly annoying about the time that it would take them to reach their destination. 20 minutes? Sure it wasn't much, but the duelist simply did not wish to spend more time in the streets than needed. He dully notes the other's mention of the train, and the direction how it travels. Clockwise? So it followed a circular pattern? "Whatever you think it's best." For now, he did need to take things in stride. 

"Merlin?" Well, wasn't that an uncommon name; Tron was certain he had only heard that name in books and tales. Interesting. There's a soft laugh, as if the name itself amuses him somehow, before he speaks."You can call me Tron." It was and wasn't his name, but it's not like he used any other name. 

[heraldrycrests]

Back to zero [Open]

[specialnumeral]

By instinct, with far too much unexplained ease, his ears picked up on the sounds of that voice which seemed to stand out over others. The speaker hadn’t been too loud, IV thought, and it confused him that the words resounded so clearly in his head. Almost as if, through some will of his own, he were compelled to listen by a detail he couldn’t quite place. Before he could even control it, his head whipped around with a trace of abruptness — to search — while the green he’d been waiting for from the traffic light across the street went forgotten. Others moved, stepping off the sidewalk onto the crossing, but the change in colors found him still there, hand twitching lightly by his side as he gave a small flinch when his target was found.

Useless.

The remark traded there had angered him; he couldn’t explain it, but something within him rebelled, refusing to listen, even while he was unable to lose the line out of mind.

"And what would you have them do," he found himself asking, "to be useful? I never heard you ask them for anything."

IV couldn’t explain his own answer; it wasn’t that he cared for the population around him, nor that he himself didn’t find many of those he had met as pathetic. The words simply formed, automatically, and left his lips like a triggered response, before he could think. His head throbbed with a hollow, dull something, that settled again before it even really began. In the end, no answers cleared. His eyes met at last with the speaker — and suddenly the pitch and the tone of that voice fell in place.

"…!!" With an instant revolted expression, IV scowled. "On top of it, you’re a freaking brat.” He couldn’t believe he had just, for a second, seriously tried to argue against a tiny boy with a weird-ass mask. "What, did you get lost from your parents?"

'Parents'; no matter how harshly — and mockingly — IV said that word, something felt all too wrong beneath the surface, and a twist of unease built within him the very same moment he spoke it.

[heraldrycrests]

Though his voice had been loud and his complaints quite clear, Tron didn’t really expect anyone to reply to him. Rather, he thought it strange that someone had bothered to go out of their way to confront him. Oh, so it seems his statement had annoyed a passerby, how very amusing! Strangely enough, even if the individual wasn’t facing him, Tron was able to locate them with utmost ease. There was a sense of familiarity in the teen’s voice, and his obvious discomfort.

The masked child offers a low chuckle at the inquiry, waving his index finger at the elder. “What a ridiculous question; if I’m already calling them useless then isn’t it natural to assume I already know asking them for anything is pointless?” The anger he previously felt is still present in his mind, but Tron finds himself expressing it with a calm and condescending tone. The words and attitude shifted in a way that seemed almost casual, as though he were used to treating the male, and not necessarily in the best way he might add. He welcomes the change.

And when the speaker finally turns and gets a glimpse of his appearance? A grin spread across Tron's features at the reaction. How haughty! The words, for reasons he can't quite explain, cause him to laugh; though maybe that's probably aimed more at the duelist than his words. It only gets a fraction louder when the word parents is mentioned. It's almost like there's some kind of hidden joke in that statement.

"Not at all, no, but how nice of you to be concerned." Even unlike before, his words were now thickly coated with sarcasm. "I wonder if maybe it is you that needs help finding their parents; you could use another lesson on manners." Their apparent age gap is disregarded quickly, and the masked duelist speaks to the other as he would to anyone else. "Did no one ever teach you not to interrupt others? And what's with calling me a 'brat'? How rude."

[heraldrycrests]

[Okay so the event ended and I'll be getting to my replies now, I'm so sorry for all the late responses. For Tron, I think he'll regain most of his memories quickly, as it is too hard to rp him without those, but memories of his family will take the longest to come back for the sake of plot

I want this child to walk around without his mask, smh]

[colchiswitch-deactivated2018021]

"Unfortunately. All of them cannot be placed at fault, but for those who choose to act so vile in such a situation; blame them all you want."

[heraldrycrests]

"Oh? Isn't that a sensible approach. But aren't we all to blame for not stopping them, too."

"Then again, that might just be a wasted effort."

[heraldrycrests]

Back to zero [Open]

To say Tron was displeased with the current turn of events would be an understatement; he felt so bitter that the mere sight of the buildings made him scowl. This city is all he has, the one thing he can recall, and that's not really much to go by considering how long he'd been there. At most, he knew one or two residents. It was frustrating, and frustration only fueled anger. Why was it that he remembered nothing else?

Clicking his tongue, the small figure continued to roam the streets, hoping that something would trigger his mind and help him fill some of the blanks he had been drawing. And yet, there was nothing that really served the purpose, nothing to even bring a small headache to signal that it was important. He needed answers, and yet he knew that those he remembered could not give them to him.

"This has to be a joke. This city couldn't get any more annoying." He thinks he's been displeased with it since the beginning, and yet he can't tell why. There's many things about himself that he doesn't understand right now, and strangely the one thing on his mind is anger. The few things that don't bring the negative emotion leave him in a completely emotionless state.

"Tch, everyone here is useless." At least as far as his current interests go, and he's not considerate enough to lower his voice so that those around him can't hear him complain.

[heraldrycrests]

Home? Nonsense [Event pt2]

To wake up with barely any memories is something not many would find amusing, and Tron is no exception. Maybe it's just the fact that he's still fairly new to the Hive, and so the things he can remember clearly are limited, at best. Not that most of that matters since his most important memories of the city have also been tampered with; not that he knows.

He knew there was something missing, but try as he might, nothing comes to mind. It isn't until he takes notice of the mask that he grows curious, but removing it proves to be a terrible course of action. Though shocked at first, the sight of his face, or what remains of it, sends a chill up his spine and he's suddenly experiencing a surge of unjustified rage. Why? He doesn't understand, but the sight brings the emotion so naturally that he can't help but accept it. Someone had done that to him, right? But how? Why?

He tries to think about it, but nothing comes to mind and the frustration only fuels the anger he feels. He needs answers, answers he won't get in this city because there was hardly anyone he knew. 

[heraldrycrests]

✾ Event notes

So for Tron, he chose to leave so he forgets his homeworld.

His main reason for wanting to go back was his family, so he gets to forget about them. He doesn't know he's their father, he doesn't remember who they are or, for that matter, how important. Because of how heavily they weight in his decision, memories of them are possibly the most affected.

He's also forgotten the current situation with the barians and, honestly, most people from back home. He might find names familiar, but that's about it.

His past as Byron got pretty much wiped (as it is hinted that it was already affected in canon) so he doesn't know that he's an adult, how he ended in his current body and the reason why we wears the mask, etc.

Personality-wise, he's pretty much S1 Tron thanks to his anger and the idea of revenge being strong enough in him despite his lack of memories.

Triggers:

His face; For his anger and the idea of revenge against Dr. Faker.

The crests: For his powers and involvement with the barians. Also how they're linked to the souls and numbers.

For his family, it'll take a while but he's bound to remember small details when he sees them. Their names would be the biggest trigger, however. (Because the negative memories and moments have marked them so much, he'll recall those first)

WIP

[heraldrycrests]

Not this again. [Intro/Open]

[aztecmaskgolem-blog]

   Confusion spent on his being, there is still much information the youngest Arclight is searching for— and yet unable to obtain it. Time spent within the city library was daunting, he’d come to know the arrange of books and shelves as though they were his own. It was pleasant and relaxing, something he relinquished in.

   Hearing the tone, loud and very familiar, the youngest son stopped blankly in his tracks. Emerald eyes searching in each direction, needing to find the user— quickly. Obviously his own footsteps had been heard, soon finding his parental figure in front; slowly he approaches, voice clear and wishing to know how the other felt.

   ”Father?”

   He asks, but already knows the childish speech, the mask and matching attire. He’s concerned, although he doesn’t speak it, in a matter of words his speech contains all that he can fill. As always, his fathers’ words were demanding, and haughty— no love could be squeezed out of them.

   ”If you wish it, I can take you there right away.” Mihael wishes to say more, not knowing if he should— or could. What information had his father received in the past few months? It had been a long while, most especially since the son’s had been sent on their own mission; although, maybe it would be better to ask on another date. "I did not expect to see you for some time. It has been awhile, hasn’t it?"

   To hear the praise of his father was deeply needed.

[heraldrycrests]

There's an echo of a familiar word, one few would try to use to describe him and even fewer actually used to address him. Ah, he surely did not expect to be greeted like this; it's a little strange. He turns slowly, visible golden eye slightly wide in what could be considered surprise. Normally he should've been able to sense his presence faster than this. This is welcomed though.

"III" He doesn't use the male's name, for those are reserved for their family alone and not the public to know yet, but Tron seems slightly more relaxed. He dares even show, momentarily, some of his exhaustion with a tired, lingering, gaze. "That'd be nice, yes." He regards the polite offer with just a slightly softer tone.

At the strange greeting, however, the child pauses. Awhile? That sure is vague! Then again... "It has, though I surely did not expect to find you here." in some strange city, arguably in another world. He wonders what kind of greeting would be appropriate for this sort of reunion. He draws a blank.

"I suppose I should say I'm glad, but the circumstances are not ideal."

He balances on the balls of his feet and heels after speaking, either to express his impatience, or what could be called anxiety. He's tired, and being out in the crowded streets is hardly a thing Tron enjoys. Still, he figures he shouldn't try and rush his son, if only because he has a feeling that III wishes to say something else.

[aztecmaskgolem-blog]

   Not being certain on what decision to make suffered his thoughts, Mihael wasn’t certain on which choice would fit him best. Whatever it is that his family wanted to do, he’d follow— not wanting to be parted from them once more, not while they were together, belated without Chris.

   ”It would depend on one’s feelings, father.”

   To the youngest, family would always mean the world to him; so Mihael’s decision had already been made. "Wherever it is that you and brother Thomas go, I will follow."

[heraldrycrests]

Lucky him, just one of the few he wished to see in this strange city! Tron is only mildly surprised to see the other offering such a sensible response to his reasoning. Well, the boy does have a point, even if most of those reasons escape the younger. "Feelings, huh?" Such troublesome concerns...

Though it calms him somewhat to learn that the pink haired duelist still holds the family in such high regards. Sometimes it felt like he was the only one. "Heh, well I wonder what IV would decide." Really, in this kind of scenario, it was hard to read his sons' thoughts, even moreso considering they had been on that place for longer than himself. "That's like you, III, though I wonder what you'd do if neither of us were here to influence your choice." Really, without Chris here, the family was still separated. In a sense, that was another reason to wish to go back.

[heraldrycrests]

Eh, being able to go back home? Tron hasn't really been in this strange city for that long, so he feels no attachment to it or the residents whatsoever. If anything, the news please him quite a lot. He's still rather amused with how conflicted others seem to be.

"Shouldn't this be an easy choice to make? How peculiar."

Still, though the choice is easy for him, he does have people he needs to consult this with; namely his sons. He's not sure what exactly became of them back home, and that needs to be addressed. 

[heraldrycrests]

Not this again. [Intro/Open]

[100lifepoints]

With the Hive beginning to feel familiar, the exhaustion in Yuuma’s body was starting to catch up with him. He’d been here and there, non-stop exploring the city with confusion and marvel, yet to settle down enough to find his residence… or food, judging by his grumbling stomach. Returning to the streets of Sector One with no real purpose, his lips pursed slightly as he studied the buildings he wandered by. He’d already explored this Sector - so why did the buildings seem so out of place? Some unrecognizable, some just in the wrong location, it was almost as if things had moved around on their own!

"I thought I was getting used to things…!" he grumbled in complaint to himself, stopping mid-way in the sidewalk and lifting his hands to hold his head. Tired. Hungry. And now maybe seeing things. It didn’t exactly quite help when, as he fussed about, he swore his ears picked up almost musical demands for information from an all too familiar voice. Half-lidded eyes expected to see nothing at all, as he turned in the direction of that noise…. and stopped. Staring down the shorter figure’s back (great, now he was hearing things and seeing things), he rubbed his eyes twice to make sure he really wasn’t dreaming. But, as crazy as it was, that youthful-looking individual didn’t disappear when he blinked, leaving Yuuma gawking. The last time he had seen that person - after the confrontation with Faker, that had been…

"… No way…!" Yuuma suddenly stumbled forward; disregarding whether he was cutting into another conversation or not, words were blurted out with tactless forwardness to confirm that person’s identity, as he skidded to an awkward stop at the side of the child-like man. "Tron… it’s really you!!"

There was a moment of awkward silence where Yuuma simply stared; wide eyes fixated on the silver mask he donned - as if that were the last piece to affirm this was, indeed, the same Tron he’d faced in the WDC. Yet, despite everything he and his friends had gone through at Tron’s hands, there seemed to be no animosity within Yuuma. His naively good-hearted spirit was incapable of such; everything was wiped clean by what he had glimpsed at the conclusion of that tournament. And plus, any familiar faces were a welcome sight right now, even if it was hard to believe what he was seeing.

"This city is huge, but I never thought… Wait, this still doesn’t make any sense at all!!" Abruptly, the boy reverted to his previous state - holding his head and doubling over while stressing exaggeratedly. “What are you doing here? Why am I seeing you again here of all places?!” His childish whines sought answers. Hungry. Tired. And now an awkward reunion with the child-like individual who was actually as old as his dad. A bit much for his poor brain, he suddenly shot back up, as if remembering something; Tron’s family… they possessed those crests, didn’t they? He’d seen them a ton of times… That couldn’t mean…! "… Wait, you didn’t come here yourself, did you?!" It was a long shot, but, if lucky, and it meant a way out…!

[heraldrycrests]

He's gotten little information concerning what he wanted to learn, only vague mentions of where the disctrict was, where he was presently, and awful directions about how to get to his destination. Ah, this really was a bother. Did these people think he knew his way around enough to make enough sense of their directions and suggestions? How laughable. He's about to turn and try to find other alternatives, hopefully faster and more effective than this one, when a familiar voice reaches his ears.

He doubts himself for a moment, after all what, are the odds of finding that person here? Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if he was hearing things at this point; in fact, maybe it would make sense if he did. But there it goes again, and now it's louder and so much closer and there's soon a presence at his side accompanying the sounds. And once he laid eyes on the energetic boy, he's about as dumbfounded as the champion.

"Yuuma?"

Tron knew that the boy wasn't like himself, he wasn't one to hold grudges, and it had been made painfully clear after their duel, but he still felt discomfort in his presence. Was that what they called shame? Maybe. He'd like to ponder on the sensation a little longer, but the champion is already speaking again and all his attention is quickly drawn away from his thoughts. He's so loud! Briefly, the man-child contemplates rubbing his temples to try and ease the coming headache, but his mask is in the way. 

Raising a gloved hand, he tried to keep the other duelist from raising his voice any further. What an adult thing to do, so unbefitting of this facade. Yuuma's antics are always quite amusing to witness, Tron would've laughed at the way he doubled over and then, just as quickly, stood back up straight, but there are other things that need to be taken care. Especially those that would keep the boy from shouting more. "No, I was brought here against my will by those so-called scientists. Much like yourself, I'd pressume." And though his voice still holds the child-like ring to it, his demeanor is no longer such.

He knew that his answer is likely not the one the duelist wants, but it's all he can offer for now. He's maybe just a little worried by the other's presence here, and with good reason he hopes, considering the things going on back in Heartland. His previous inquiries are quickly left behind. He doesn't want to ask yet, but he also needs to. "When did you get here?"

[heraldrycrests]

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[I'm following you zexal people because I want to see Card Game RPs. Is that even possible? I am very interested in seeing you people RP a duel.]

((It's definitely possible, although a little complicated! From experience I know that people sometimes proxy the duels online and then rp them, but free-style can be hard because of "extremely convenient draws or set cards". It happens in the anime, either way, but still up to people to decide. It's not that common, though,))

[coastalcapricorn]

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[heraldrycrests]

Not this again. [Intro/Open]

[specialnumeral]

Even in the midst of the deepest of dreams, that voice would have reached him. It would have always, forever unfailingly, managed to find him. Time itself seemed to slow, the street with its cars and the sidewalk with people and buildings, and clamor — all melted away into haze for Thomas as the only thing that remained was the sound of those words. A jolt of his shoulders, his body came to a halt, and his feet wouldn’t walk anymore before he had ever to actually will them to stop. He was a monument of surprise, who whipped around with slightly wide eyes, and hands balled to fists subtly raised by his sides as he looked almost ready to spring from his spot.

But there, he froze.

He hesitated.

'Dad…!'

The word danced at the tip of his lips, bringing with it the lightest of tremors and reminding him of a breath that he’d never exhaled. Air left sharply, and passed through his lips in a silenced hiss that far from succeeded in calming him down. Yet no sound escaped him, for that. A person his suddenly frantic behavior had startled from walking behind him shuffled quickly away, moving past, and only empty space remained between him and the diminutive figure several feet away, who’d called out. A familiar image, burnt into his head, which he recognized immediately with every inch of awareness he had.

"…Tron!"

The only word which left from his mouth, instead of the one he had almost silently outlined before. It was tragically ironic, almost, how the only time his self-control worked for anything, it was for this. To keep him from speaking, insecurely, what he’d truly wanted to say from his heart to that masked silhouette with the looks of a child. There were too many uncertainties right away and he couldn’t. His entire body felt stiff and on edge, and Thomas hesitated there, unwilling to move when he didn’t yet manage to believe the tiniest move might not break that image and reveal he was actually dreaming.

"Why…" His voice was dry, and cracked, catching painfully in the back of his throat where he almost couldn’t hold back his emotions. "Are you really…?"

Could his father have possibly come here to get him? That was a hope he knew he couldn’t really allow himself to hold, and yet still agonizingly wanted to grasp. A million thoughts coursed though his mind and he couldn’t hold down any to finish, unsure of what he himself had intended to say. This was just how important the figure he looked at felt, to him — how much Tron weighed in his life. To Thomas, this was the value of his family.

[heraldrycrests]

There's initially only annoyance at the lack of attention his call received, if anything because it was most natural for people to help a child, was it not? Then again, he was also painfully aware of how strange his demeanor and appearance was with his mask still in place. It was an awful drawback, but one that was needed; things would be so much worse if he did not have the object to hide his features. Still, a foul mood will only drain his energy even more, he reasons, so he tries to shake away the thoughts with a sigh.

He's pulled roughly from his attempt, however, by the sound of his name being called. If that wasn't enough, the voice uttering it is also most familiar to him. Ah yes, his dear troublemaker of a son... Tron can't really say he's not glad to see him, but he wonders about his child. There's still quite a distance between them, and yet he notes that IV makes no effort to try and approach him. Fear? Anxiety? Disbelief? His mind is quick to try and find an answer to the other's seemingly cautious behavior, so uncharacteristic of him really, and there are many options that could explain it.

Tron himself is not entirely sure how to feel about the situation, either, so he also makes no effort to move. Last he recalled about either of his sons was the signal from their bracelets disappearing, but that only made Thomas' presence here even more worrisome. 

He's too tired to want to think about that now. Instead, he only shifts his stance slightly when his son finally speaks again, silently contemplating his questions. It does take him a moment, and he's not entirely preoccupied by whether or not the teen thinks he's but a figment of his imagination. It's not like he realizes that, either way. Why? Well he's not sure himself, so that question shall remain unanswered for now.

It surely is mean of him to think so, but this kind of meeting is honestly quite amusing. It's not everyday he can hear such a shaky tone in the other's voice; it's kind of endearing. "Am I?" He croons, his tone still that of a child, to the unvoiced part of his inquiry. Amusing as his antics might be, the child knows this is not the best way to greet his family, and his features (though mostly unseen) soften slowly as he finally makes an effort to close the distance. "IV." He's not sure if that can count as a greeting, but nothing else comes to mind; the idea of using his name in public is also quickly ruled out. "Fancy seeing you here." Maybe that was too much.

[heraldrycrests]

((pistol, touch))

Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

This is YGO we don't usually have weapons! Not really! A lot of Tron's powers can't really be considered a weapon, after all, excluding the magical card games. He isn't above using violence to reach his goals, and he was shown to actually be rather sadistic at times, so he doesn't really care about whether it is used or not. He's changed a little so, the idea of using violence is likely no longer one of his first options, but he'll use it if he deems it needed.

Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

Physical contact is a pretty big no. Though he probably didn't mind it much as Byron, Tron can hardly appreciate gestures that involve contact. He will always keep himself at distance, and even when he does accept being touching, or touching others, he has his gloves on. It's always pretty impersonal. This probably stems from the fact that Tron himself isn't entirely comfortable nor accepting of his current body, and that limits his physical interactions greatly. 

[heraldrycrests]

Grudge, Magic, Law!

Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long?

It depends really! I guess most insults would probably mean little to Tron and he can get over them quite easily. Still some things are just not easily forgiven and, even if he doesn’t show it, he’ll be out to pay you back for it. He IS vengeful and for that reason he’s capable of holding a grudge for as long as he needs in order to get his revenge, have you wronged him enough. It’s a little hard to tell what does and doesn’t bother him enough for that now, however. 

Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

Considering his series does have plenty of magical-esque stuff, or alien powers, I’d say he’s pretty accepting? Tron’s mentality is closer to that of a scientist, though, so he probably doesn’t view it as magic, and instead as something else that can be explained by science (and rip me for not being that smart). But some things can still be shocking, since there are laws of physics and the like, right?

Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

Tron bends the rules as much as he needs to attain his goals! He’s an ‘end justifies the means’ kind of person, really, so laws and the like are not something he feels tied to. Sure he follows them, but he also breaks and bends them on a whim. In a way I guess he is selective, since he does judge others based on rules, even if he himself doesn’t follow them, although that’s mostly on the moral side of things.

[yourfuckingmuse]

A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?