Male, Hetero, 19, Human, Stand User
Suicide Blonde
Destructive power: A
Speed: B
Range: E (1M)
Durability: B
Precision: C (A Provisional see abilities)
Potential: B
Suicide Blonde resembles a buxom dark haired four armed woman with the lower body of a snakes tail. Dark green scales coat her arms and parts of her torso, providing some modicum of modesty for the dark grey skin which lay beneath. Two green viper like eyes hide behind dark bangs and her mouth is perpetually smiling a sadistic grin. The tail is wrapped tightly around Killers waist, and steadfastly refuses to uncoil. Four large blue jewel like scales(in addition to the countless other) hang from the tail. The arms are somewhat thick compared to the rest of the womanly frame, subtly bulging with hidden 'muscle' as it were.
Abilities:
Here With Me: One set of arms disappear from Suicide Blonde, forming a tight fitting armor around Killers arms. This armor allows him to grasp, hold and even attack directly any stand which comes into his reach. This can catch more than a few stand users off guard, most not expecting a user to get into the middle of a stand brawl. However, he is still human, so more often than not he applies this ability defensively(either lacking the speed to defend against a stand, or lacking the power needed to break through it on his own). The armor can be broken with no visible damage to him or his stand, and takes about half a minute to fully reform.
Killers isn't the only one to benefit from this ability. Suicide's arms bulge further, the stand strengthening its remaining arms to compensate for the sudden limb loss and its eyes narrow to pin pricks. The stand will now attack with the same brutish strength as before, now coupled with laser like precision. The downside is that with so few appendages, and its compulsive need to hug itself around its users, Killers is left relatively undefended for a normal user and must take care of himself.
Long Snake Moan: Suicide seems to possess some degree of higher intelligence and independence from Killers. While it has yet to speak (or communicate in any way beyond body language), its intelligent enough to understand speech. It will occasionally ignore Killers orders, deciding to take actions which it feels would better protect its master (such as running away). It also seems to possess a deep, and somewhat troubling, fondness for its user and will never uncoil itself from his body, even to save his life.
Personality
Killers can come off as a crude and boorish hick from the boonies. His language is liberally peppered with the kind of swearing which could make a seasoned war vet blush, and he's more than willing to throw the first punch.
Despite this rash nature, he does follow a seemingly inane code of honor, which he calls D. Who's 1000 Rules To Be A Good Man. The first six being the most important. To use his exact wording...
"1) Life above all things is sacred 'n shit. Take it only when no other option presents it-fuckin-self.
5) A man's meal should always be three parts god damn vegetable, grain, or fruit and one part meat.
2) Gravy is a meat, shitstick.
4) Knowledge trumps all strengths. Become a learned man and seek share with others your learnin'.
3) Law is there for the weak. If you break it just cause yer strong and it aint to survive, yer trash. And seek to enforce the law on those who break it for their whims when others can't or won't.
and most importantly 6) Men who tread on the souls and dreams of another are trash, but those who stand and watch it happen aint fit to be called human."
Underneath it all, Killers is a softhearted kid, doing what he can to help shield normal people from supernatural (and often terrestrial) threats. He tries to avoid fighting, wanting to dedicate his time to studying. However, his code of honor is easily bruised so he gets goaded into fights frequently.
Biography
Born in Dallas, Texas to Jamie and Lynda Killers in April 1997, Daniel was a relatively normal, if unlucky, child. He was often plagued by minor illness, frequent scrapes, and (on rare occasions) broken bones. His parents, in fairness to them, initially wrote off much of it as the result of childhood rough housing (and the desire not to be ousted as a tattletale). However, as the boy grew older the severity of each incident grew exponentially worse, and he began to talk of a scaled girl-demon who haunted his sleep. By age 14, the boy was in a constant state of injury and the nightmares became so intense that insomina became the welcomed alternative. His parents, fearing both for his medical and mental health, began looking for aid everywhere they could, from doctors to snakeoil. The desperation hit its zenith when his mother forced the boy into dangerous (and highly illegal) back alley surgery, to lobotomize the child, certain that it would cure or kill him. It was this that caused Suicide Blonde to first fully manifest itself, lashing out at all sides in a furious rage to protect its user and, by proxy, itself.
His memory of what happened next, and the following four hours, eludes him to this day. One moment he lay on a steel table, begging his mother and the doctors to untie him and let him go home, the next the fog lifts from his eyes as a woman with a grey suit picks at her nails while watching over him as he lay on a straw bed. She explained that her name was D. Who, they were in the swiss alps, that she was the stand user to stopped his rampage, and that as of now she was his legal guardian.
None of her explanations, at the time, made a lick of sense to the poor boy. But he had time to figure out it, as Who spent the next year teaching the boy the art of controlling his stand while in their remote mountain training camp. The process was slow at first, but there was little else to do for the boy and he knew all to well the reward of his dedication.
Who remained a largely enigmatic figure to him, as she spoke little about her own past or WHY she was doing this. Occasionally she'd leave the mountain, claiming to have work, and at first Killers used this as an opportunity to snoop around for some clues, but to little avail. About all he knew of his master was that she was an average looking woman of her thirties, swore more than she spoke (a habit he was rapidly picking up on), chain smoked, had a pretty specific taste in men, and had a wealth of knowledge regarding stands (through sources, like many things with Who, unknown).
But age seventeen, Killers had more or less full control over his stand, though he'd yet to activate its hidden abilities.
Other
Currently studying to become an architect.
