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Mana/The Earl officially took in who we know to be Allen Walker as his son (yes I know in some crazed state he mistakes the kid to be his recently deceased dog "but magically alive and human now". Still! He decided to raise him as his adopted son anyway). He also took a newly ascended and young Tyki-Mikk under his wing at some point in the past as well. Both Allen and Tyki have honorary birthdays of December 25th.

We love a batty, amnesiac, apocalyptic harbinger who adopts sassy, fowl mouthed orphans on Christmas!

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Millennium Earl fanart by Lena01.

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Sucks great big dog balls.

Such a frank little thing. While his breath returns to him, The Earl lets that new phrase sink in.

"That, dear child, is quite possibly the most colorful argot I've heard in a long while. And that's saying a lot." The Earl waggles a finger. "Nevertheless. You are right. It is unfortunate. Replaceable, but tragic. I suppose I'm protective of the things I came into this world with. ♥"

He sighs a melodramatic sigh. "Ohhh. Certainly, there has been worse tragedies....♥" There is a very obvious sniffle, and an even more obvious tear welling in the corner of his eye. Now he's just getting dramatic. To save face, he looks towards the river, in some vain hope that he would cover up the fact that he is, indeed, on the verge of crying.

Today we have a congo line of embarrassing moments forming, Earl, my Dear. Time to change topics. Quickly.

"I'll tell you what! ♥ Whatever we lack, there's always a gift to balance us out with. Would I be wrong in assuming that, because you're lacking physically, you're clever and resourceful? If so...."

He trails off; makes a show of thinking. Just to lead the kid on and maybe be a little pesky to distract from his pathetic little sniffle fit. "If so..."

Oh! He thinks they are the same.

. . .

That’s kind of gross.

But Chara won’t say anything about that, because. . . Well, again, pathetic soggy man . . . Chara nearly feels bad for him.

Nearly.

“Yes. That is to say . . . I did not have many opportunities growing up to be healthy and active. And the bodies of water we did have were only about ankle deep.”

this is weird. Right? It feels weird. Humans normally aren’t this weird — okay, they are weird, yes, but not this much. Chara scratches the inside of their wrist, wondering if they’re making a mistake here.

“. . . I am sorry about your hat. It sucks great big dog balls that you lost it.”

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He blinks. His mouth, briefly an oval. Then he speaks. "My my my! May I beg for your forgiveness with even more desperation. Had I known I was in the presence of royalty, I'd have not even allowed even the most insignificant of formalities to escape me...."

The Earl removes himself from the arcade game entirely to take off his hat and bow. It is much deeper, and even more formal than his previous.

"...La-Breithe, Your Highness. ♥"

He puts his hat back on as he rises. The man is humble, king or otherwise. He can tell by the way he carries himself. There's a cautiousness to him as well. Reluctance. How positively curious. Still, that is no excuse to be impolite.

"And to answer your question...yes. Indeed ,I do have a handle on it. I wasn't kidding around. My talent for catching onto things is first class. ♥"

As he says this, he activates the Game with his phone, just as the directions said. "Now how about we fiddle with Puck Girl here. Care to try it first, Your Majesty?"

On the screen, a green circle with a mouth appears in the corner of a maze. Goblins are in a cage, bouncing around, ready to come floating out. A hideous song indicates the game has begun. The Earl graciously steps aside.

"These fun little knobs must control that big dot. I'd imagine you follow those smaller dots and avoid those mean-looking, colorful fellows. ♥"

It pays to be brilliant, doesn't it?

His attitude reminded him of someone like a bad nitpicky memory. but he won't say that, a bit too polite -for now- to say it outright that someone own voice brings back untowards memories. So he puts a smile on his face and lazily wafts into the arcade, the noises causing a lot of head ache on his sensitive ears.

"Oh, that is certainly a name. If we are going off titles, mine was king if the tara kingdom. But my friends call me La-Breithe." the shining lights, the music. Well he can see the appeal to the people. After all some escaplism from reality is always something he knows is a requirement for a working country. Some.

The kingdom he remembers was barely hanging over the edge, fighting the influence of the victorian empire left and right until he left it in self exile, not wanting his people to see his weak body dying. But of course it wasn't sickness that did him in, but those ugly victorians.

"You have a handle on it?"

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"Wishing a Happy Father's Day to all you daddy figures out there; the good, the bad and the ugly. And let me not forget to wish a very unhappy Father's Day to all you daddyLESS figures out there as well! We mustn't leave out all those who feel completely and utterly slighted this time of year. ♥ "

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Everything encased in his rib cage feels like they are on fire. Unable do to more than huff and puff, hunched over and wheezing, The Earl watches as his head's most precious decorum floats away. Helplessly. Going. Going. Going...it knocks against a rock, gets snagged there for a deceitfully hopeful moment, and then, away it goes, back with the current.....gone!

Of course. He could hardly fault the child. Age means nothing in regard to physical capacity. After all, you can relate. YOU were a frail child yourself, WEREN'T you M He cannot relate. Nevertheless, he can understand. It is hardly the young one's fault.

"Never you mind. It is because of my own silliness that my hat is heading down river in the first place, so there's no need to trouble yourself. I'll tell you what though, I am thankful for your honesty. It takes wisdom to acknowledge one's limi..." The Earl takes a breath. "...tations, after all. Haugh. How impressive, at such a young age . ♥"

Resigned, he sits down onto the forest floor and laughs. "Never been any good at running myself. Eee hee hee." Even though the thought of losing his hat in these trying times does kill him, truly.

"Looks like you and I are kindred spirits, aren't we now? ♥"

Really, they are, The Earl thinks somewhat sourly, somewhat endeared. Because, if this child is human, he is no better than they are. Not at the moment. Dare he believe it; they probably have advantages over him.

who is this…….. pathetic……… man?

he’s certainly a … sight. Spindly and nerdy, unable to run even short distances. Not like Chara can throw stones from glass houses, here, but they’ve never seen a human quite so… desperately soggy.

“. . .ah.”

They don’t … move? It’s more like their body is suddenly. Just. Locked up.

Chara watches as the top hat floats down the stream, feeling laughter bubble in their throat. They swallow it down before it has the chance to bloom, but . . .

“Good . . . afternoon? I . . . apologize, but. . . my body is fairly weak. I honestly would not make it much farther than you did. I also. . . do not know how to swim, so. . .”

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What a positively peculiar looking fellow we have here! Not human. More like a dragon hybrid, just going off of appearances. He'll have to inquire about his origins later. Furthermore, aside from the horns and the tail, there is a sliver of discomfort in the man. The Earl can see it etched into that smile. His own gold eyes shimmer with recognition. Oopsie! Somehow, I've dug up some unfond memories. But it is not appropriate to poke and prod, fun as that is. Time and place, time and place, you wicked thing, Me.

Instead, The Earl graces him with a tip of the hat and a gentle bow. He is sure to make his presence as nonthreatening as a panda cub as he goes on to say,

"We shall. We shall." And makes his way into the Arcade with a gesture for the stranger to follow. "In my humble opinion, there is no need for any game of chance. Rather, we shall show off how fast we can learn! ♥ Now then…" He raises as voice as the noise grows. "Which oh which of these things can we fiddle around with? We'll allow ourselves a minute to get the hang of things, hm?"

He looks around for an unoccupied machine. In passing, he sees the group of young ones who had shoved and shouted at him minutes ago and simply waves to them. They all roll their eyes and laugh. The Earl dismisses it.

"Ah ha! There we are!♥"

One lone machine sits bright and flashing at the corner of the arcade. It's title: Puck-Girl. Two little ducklings just left it. The Earl approaches it and begins humming and hmphing over how to opperate it…

"Something something phone..mmhm…something something tickets…hmph…" Suddenly he stops. "Heavens! Do forgive me for the lapse in manners! My name is Adam. Although I am still quite accustomed to being referred to by my title of Earl if you'd prefer."

The earl may have come from victorian london, but former king in exile Al-Breithe came from a time five hundred years ago where the equivalent of the british were ruling everywhere and you couldn't escape them. The accent, the fashion, the horrible settling feeling in his stomach [curses being alive again...] Al-Breithe gives a brittle smile, the equally old looking gentleman seemingly out of place. But then again...

So was he.

Every sound that came out of this arcade was a place where it reminded him too much of everything, yet nothing at all. No such machines existed in his time, and no such places as well. It was a new sensation, one that he is slowly becoming accustomed to despite nary being a week since he arrived here. After all-

"We might teach them a lesson or two on how to truly play. But I doubt they have some games of chance within."

He walks further to the other, and his full features are shown. Horns, tail. a full on dragon without wings. Every movement showcasing a living tail that swayed side to side with a tip of flame at the end.

"Shall we?"

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The Boardwalk is positively riotous. With Summer taking its first breaths of the season, it is obvious that everyone’s pent up energy is being unleashed today with the warm weather. Even to someone who’s hardly been in this world for long. While The Millennium Earl may not be here to celebrate the coming of warm weather, he is nonetheless here. He has little to do but meander.

Presently, The Earl stands looking through the glass doorway of a particularly flashy building. An Arcade. How novel. With his suit, top hat and parasol, he stands out like a sore thumb against the majority of the crowd.

This place, more than any other on the Boardwalk, is a sensory hell. There are electronic buzzing and beeps sounding off in an aggressive assault of ringing, dinging, whistling, and cheering. Young ones are laughing, cursing, and chattering amongst themselves. All having fun. Misery a distant concept for now. The beauty of escapism. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Though curious, he has all intentions of finishing the funnel cake he had been munching on before strutting in and seeing what all the hullabaloo is about.

That is, until some hooligans shove by him. Rudely. One of them shouts [“Hey gramps out of the way! Shuffleboard is on the east side!”] as they all barrel through the Arcade's entrance.

Although it threatens to fly out of his hand, The Earl saves his funnel cake. Incredulous, he looks over to see a gentleman standing nearby, perhaps as inquisitive as he is, and just as out of place. Physically, he is just as "old" as the Earl as well. He gives the stranger a shrug and says:

“It would seem that the young ones have inspired me to see what’s in there. What do you say, good Sir? Care to join me? I may enjoy this more than shuffleboard. ♥"

He is fully prepared to embarrass these children.

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“What have we here? Ahhh. Such a delightfully phantasmic ambiance this is. ♥”

The Millennium Earl, swatting aside a few pesky branches with his umbrella, strolls into the Forest’s clearing. Sans context, The Earl’s gasp and pleased tone would suggest that he has discovered something conventionally striking. Like he is witnessing a massive rainbow arching in full across the newly cleared, humid summer sky.

However, this is hardly how the scene he is walking on can be described.

Before him is a lake, which, in the dead of night with the moon having taken it's ritualic leave from the sky, resembles a yawning hole in the floor of the earth much more than it ever would a body of water.

And oh, the malevolence radiating from this lake tickles the depths of his own black spirit, jolting it back to consciousness. This is the first time he has felt so alive since arriving in Spirale. Souls distort in its depths. Distort everything that drank from it. Distorting what is eaten from it. Such a brilliant perversion of Life must be appreciated.

The Earl bounds up to the lake. Leaning on his parasol, one gloved hand resting over the other, he looks down into the reflectionless surface. While he sees nothing, he can sense everything, and it is a sensation comparable to opening an oven and being hit with the overwhelming smell of a cake that’s ready to be taken out and cooled. There’s nothing more delectable.

“My compliments to the one whose essence polluted this pretty little lake. I must say, you have truly outdone yourself. Bravo! ♥”

He says cheerfully while continuing to admire those malignant waters with gold eyes aglitter. He’s not speaking to himself. There is another presence nearby.

A heavy, menacing presence.

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Needless to say, this is quite a humbling time for The Earl of The Millennium.

A divine purpose: hung up on the metaphorical coat rack as its owner visits a new world for an undetermined amount of time.  Stripped of power; he is, save for the peculiar blood that runs through his veins and a little extra strength, hardly any different from a mortal man.

“Writhing amongst the maggots.♥” The Earl muses to himself. "How disgusting, hm?" In spite of the words, he doesn’t sound bitter, and he smiles. Weary, but it is nevertheless a smile.  After all, what could he do about it?  Nothing. At least, not at the moment. That is what is so, so sad.

“Dear me, dear me.” He just sighs and continues knitting. He had made a little day trip of visiting The Cotes Ward and stumbled upon this particular Forest earlier this morning. He decided to come back here in the late afternoon when it became all too tempting to begin lamenting his situation. He found himself a comfy little log (as cozy as a log can possibly get), whipped out two needles and some yarn, and made a valiant attempt to keep his mind off of things.

Clearly, it isn’t working very well.

Now, to add insult to injury. The Earl’s top hat, which had until now been sitting beside him on the log, gets nudged by the elbow of Yours Truely. It tumbles off of it's seat and rolls smack dab into the river flowing behind him. It's instantly swept away.

Woopsie-daisy! Instinctively, The Earl tosses his needles and chases the hat. He's hardly fast enough, and already he's wheezing. For shame.

Up ahead, there's a child in a striped shirt. The Earl just barely reaches them before falling to his knees.

"Good afternoon...child! If you wouldn't....mind using.... those...spritely little...legs of yours too----Haugh...!" He can't even speak anymore, only struggle to breath. He gives up talking and points to the hat riding its way down the current. "Hwew...! ♥"

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Alright Isolic Radialians! Now that I'm free from work I'll be tossing out this here NON-EVENT STARTER CALL. Capping at THREE for now. Post lengths will vary.

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Upon prior reserve, here's The Millennium Earl from D. Gray Man! ♥ Application can be found at the top of this blog or under /app.

Welcome to bright Isola Radiale, The Earl!

You'll be housed in HOUSE 117.

You will retain your enhanced strength, but only enough to lift a car.

You'll also be given a simple, pastel pink umbrella.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod solaris

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The Earl of The Millennium

♥ Don't make contracts with anyone who looks like they stepped straight out of The Nightmare Before Christmas

♥ 7,000 year old evil patriarch and agent of God who loves your hatred and misery oh so much!

♥ You know that flood Noah had to make a boat for because people couldn’t behave themselves? He caused that. He was in the middle of starting another one before he came to Isola.

♥ Has a ton of fun hats

♥ The kind of guy who would unironically say toodle-pip and blast Khachaturian’s Sabre Dance for his background music while committing atrocities.

♥ I'm Mary Poppins y'all!

♥ Allen Walker? Who raised that brat to be such a Silly Billy anyway?

♥ Talks with hearts. Total attention whore. Goofy as hell but an absolute bastard. Accused of being a crybaby.

♥ Has identity crises like you wouldn’t believe. Mirrors are not his friend.

♥ Succeeded in teaching a young Tyki-Mikk etiquette. Failed to give the lad an education because Tyki-Poo is a stubborn boy.

♥ Amnesiac. Both self inflicted AND involuntarily.

♥ Epic Grandma Energy

♥ Goes ballistic when angry

♥ When he wasn’t at war with Exorcists and swindling grieving people for contracts as a fat uncanny valley demon, he was living the life of a friendly aristocrat

♥ His name is Adam. Not Mana. In this house we hate Mana. Anyone who insists he’s Mana is clearly cRaZy.

♥ Really weird about the number 14

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A nightmare haunting our dear Mana . .

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