<strong>Character Background:</strong><br/>Arthur Cruise had been a cop for five years, he had done his job and tried to help people as he had always tried to, to honour  his fathers memory who had died on the force. He had grown up knowing John Dagger and was delighted when they were assigned as partners. The two were like brothers and always watched each others backs. One day when Arthur went over to watch the ball game he found John dead, the cops arrived swiftly after this... a little too swiftly. There were piles of evidence all manufactured that he had performed the heinous act.<br/><br/>His family turned their back on him after seeing the indisputable evidence. The inmates got their revenge on the cop that put them away on cruise, the wardens hated the cop killer and not only did they turn a blind eye they were far harsher with him than most other inmates. He was in hell for a crime he didn't commit and no one would believe him. John's killer was out there and he was stuck unable to get vengeance. After years of waiting he was finally to be executed. He had tried to understand Zen to control his rage and find hope. Still as he lay strapped to the table he didn't ask for release, he didn't profess his innocence each of them present had heard him say it a thousand times. But inside there was a small part of him that hoped, that prayed that something would save him.<br/><br/>Cruise was engulfed by a green flame... he knew it was real as everyone looked shocked. Someone had delivered him from this and they had his thanks.<br/><br/><strong>Physical Appearance</strong><br/>Cruise woke up as the green fire of deliverance had disappeared, he could still see it's outline on his retinas. There was something covering his face, he brushed it aside, it was hair- it was long and red. He sat up and looked down, his side didn't ache as he did. There were no bruises and cuts, no aches or pains. He touched his face, and that too felt wrong. His body was somewhat different, he found as he stood he was shorter by a few inches. His skin was tanned and not plate from being stuck inside for months.<br/><br/>His eyes though he could not see them were green, his red hair was reached a few inches below his shoulder. He stood five foot three tall and watched the bizarre group of people who surrounded him. They were naked as he was but he didn't care.<br/><br/><br/><br/>That day Arthur Cruise died and Cruise Oracle of the Jade Fire was born.