#archerbio

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Name: Archer

Meaning of Name: Archer: “Bowman”

Nickname(s):  

Age: Unknown

Birthday: October 29

Species/Nationality: Djinn or Genie

Accent: Unknown

Language spoken: All

Powers:

Djinni Physiology / Genie Physiology

Weaknesses/Illness/Allergies: Under control of who ever wields the lamp,

Pet: None

Occupation: Wish Granter

Faceclaim: Zachary Levi

Description: Tattoos,

Outfit/Accessories/Jewelry: Magic Bottle,

Height: 6′3″

Weight: None

Body Build: Fit

Backstory/Background:

Past

Archer was taken by some thieves and his bottle sealed for several long years. During his captivity in his own bottle his kind was hunted down to near extinction. Time seemed to of stopped for him in that bottle. Though he did, for the most part, manage to keep up with all that was going on in the world around him.  After a long time however time a man came along and freed him from his bottle. So he has stayed with this man from time to time, as well as keeping his bottle close to him at all times. Doing the mans bidding as was his duty for freeing him.

In time the pair had come to form a special bond to one another. One that some might have considered to be that of a soulmate bond. Archer would protect this male willingly as the years went by. However, the man soon grew too old and too unwell. Archer knew he could have made the man wish for their youth back. Wish to have lived for eternity. But in the end, he knew that he could never do something like that. Mortals were not meant to live forever, like him. So he continued to stay by his soulmate till the end.

Once this duty had been done and the man had died Archer again returned to his bottle, waiting again to be released from it and back out into the world once more.

Present

When that time again came it had been a new millennium. The world have changed significantly from the last time he had been out in it. The chance discovery came when archeologists dug up his former owners palace grounds and eventually their tomb where the once ‘precious bottle’ that held Archer inside had been retrieved from it. After their dig was complete that afternoon one curious and young archeologist had been tasked with cleaning. The male tipped the bottle upside down.

Shaking it to see if anything would come out. Nothing had. So with a casual shrug they began to wipe clean the dirt on the bottle and soon placed it somewhere to prevent it from breaking. Though they could not shake the feeling of need to brush his fingers along the surface of the elegant bottle he had just cleaned for his bosses. Resisting, however, he turned and forced himself away. The bottle was then shipped off, surely to be placed in display somewhere.

Future

(Work In Progress)

Personality:

Shrewd, Romantic, Decent, Seraphic, Charming, Capable, Modest, Stable, Mature, Solitary, Stylish, Dominating, Subjective, Smooth, Undemanding, Neutral, Stern, Stubborn, High-spirited, Strong-willed, Vindictive, Complacent, Passive, Extravagant, Libidinous, Neurotic,

Quirks/Savvies/Other: Wears a lot of body glitter, even when it's not appropriate,  Eats the icing off their cake before the rest,  Knows ominous facts but never tells how they know it's true. (or is it?), 

Likes: Smithing, Byronic heroes, Octopi, Anthropology, Arthurian lore, Science fiction, Magic, Dolls, Jewelry, Telescopes, Peter Pan, Clocks, Astronomy, Treasure Island,

Dislikes: Hiking, Justice, War memorabilia, Shakespeare, Tabletop roleplaying, Comic books, Birds,  

Fears: Getting sick, Being forgotten, Forgetting everything, Astraphobia,

Personality Tests:

Other: Scorpio, 

Parent(s):

  -> Father: Unknown

  -> Mother: Unknown

Sibling(s): Unknown

Starters

Chat’s

Para’s

Face

Stuff

Information

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All

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Greek God AU (Eupheme)

Pokemon AU

Harry Potter AU

Divergent AU

Planet AU

Hunger Games AU

Storm Coast AU

Zodiac AU

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THIS IS YOUR GAME

Name: Archer Spelling Age: Twenty Two Class Year: Junior Position: Offensive Dealer, #31 Hometown: Jupiter, Florida

THIS IS YOUR MOMENT

TW: neglect, violence, drug mention, alcohol mention

He was raised in a world of roaring crowds. Camera lenses. Flashy acrobatics. Sweat, blood, and adrenaline. As a professional wrestler’s son, Archer sat in ringside seats for as long as he could remember. His mother walked out of his life when he was barely a year old, leaving him in his father’s whirlwind of arenas and road trips: the result of a worldwide X-treme Wrestling Nation tour. But the wrestling world was no place for a child. Archer grew up in a world of drugs, drunken stupors, scandals, and the occasional fistfight when tensions ran high. He was abandoned during rehearsals, promotional filming, and business meetings. His best friends were television sets and an action figure that resembled his father.

The only time Archer got to see his father was in the ring. There, face-to-face with an opponent, his father wasn’t the docile Devin Spelling—he was the brash Brady Beatdown. Brady’s obsession with bringing the beatdown, the way his wrestling persona seemed to follow him even when the crowds were gone and the cameras were turned off, made it harder for Archer to truly connect with him. Archer wanted bedtime stories and advice, not to compete with fans vying for Brady’s attention. So Archer distracted himself with other elements of wrestling. He found that he loved the sound of bodies hitting the mat, the sight of blood, and the crowd’s shock. Unfortunately for him, they didn’t last very long.

When the wrestling matches ended, Archer returned to solitude with a thirst for violence. There was nothing like the thrill of being surrounded by danger, being swept up in the erratic energy that accompanied it. Archer’s play sessions became rougher. His tastes in television programs gravitated towards action movies and contact sports. And it was then that Archer discovered Exy. Exy had the vicious energy of boxing with the rough collisions of football. Players were trapped in a Plexiglass cage, barreling down a court at high speeds, shoving each other into walls—and it was glorious. Exy was nothing like wrestling, a loosely-scripted program with predetermined outcomes. Exy was real.

At twelve years old, Archer received his first Exy racquet and ball. He was so enamored with the idea of being an Exy player that he took the equipment everywhere he went. That sparked controversy with fans of the XWN; it was assumed that Archer—nicknamed Baby Beatdown by its most devout followers—would someday take his father’s place in the ring. Archer had no intentions of doing so. After years of seeing wrestling for what it really was, Archer refused to participate in it. That didn’t stop reporters from asking Devin what he thought of his son’s preference for Exy. Didn’t stop the wrestler from giving the same response each time: Honesty, I think this whole Exy thing is a phase. Baby Beatdown’s gonna come around sooner or later. I know he will.

The inclusion of the media in a matter so personal to Archer, being used to sell just another fake storyline, only fueled his anger. He avoided his father’s events in favor of watching televised Exy games. Whenever he happened to be in the same room with his father, he became a screaming, cursing mess. Archer knew it was a matter of time before he would be training for a spot in the ring; the XWN wanted to build an entire storyline around Brady’s retirement, hyping fans up for the next best thing, capitalizing on Archer’s love of Exy to drive him and his father even further apart. Disgusting. Archer needed to find a way out. A way to Exy.

An opportunity to escape was found among Devin’s things: an address belonging to a grandmother Archer never knew existed. She lived in Florida, one of the many stops on the tour. Desperate for a change, Archer devised a plan to live with her. Weeks passed before the wrestling tour touched down in Florida. Archer waited until the show ended to make his move. He left his father a scathing letter and hitched a ride miles away from the arena. When Archer arrived at his grandmother’s house with nothing but the clothes on his back and his Exy racquet at his side, he was taken in without a word. Archer didn’t have to say a thing—his grandmother understood. She enrolled Archer in public school and encouraged him to join an Exy team.

SEIZE IT WITH EVERYTHING YOU’VE GOT  

Once word got out about Archer’s whereabouts, angry articles surfaced online. They claimed Archer betrayed wrestling, that he shouldn’t be allowed to play Exy. When Archer finally got a spot on a team, disgruntled wrestling fans came to his games just to heckle him. Archer took all his anger—towards his father, the X-treme Wrestling Nation, the media—and took it all out on the opposing team. He disregarded the rules of Exy, lashing out for that feel-good adrenaline rush and racking up red card after red card, wearing the penalties as badges of honor. He was forced to sit out of so many games that suspending him from the sport was the best thing for him and the safety of other players. And without Exy, Archer had nothing left. Nowhere to turn. He realized that burning the bridge between himself and the wrestling world was a mistake. He became a joke, a vessel of wasted talent. More like Baby Breakdown, his father’s fans would say, don’t come crawling back now!  

And Archer never did. He didn’t have to. David Wymack came knocking on his door wanting to recruit him for the Palmetto State Foxes. You’ve got fire, kid, he said. But you’re burning down the wrong things. Wymack pointed out Archer’s self-destructive tendencies, explained that Archer had to be a team player. Archer agreed to everything—he’d do anything to play Exy again, even if was for the worst team in the league. And while wrestling fans loved to complain about Archer’s fall from wrestling royalty to Exy trash, Archer didn’t pay them any mind. He was having the best time of his life at Palmetto and wanted everyone to know it; he became one of the loudest and proudest Foxes on the team, devoted to protecting his teammates through anything they might need.

ARCHER SPELLING is portrayed by ALEXANDER KOCH and is CLOSED

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Archers Djinn Tattoos

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