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Accepted Persons List

JrVader - Jon Jovi and 「Unshaken」
Yankee - Sia Myers and 「Hollywood Knight」
Lugubrious - Benni Thadgetz and 「Rubberband Man」
Savo - Ciarran Corrs and 「Nowhere Man」ACT 1
XoXKieroBombXoX - Malcolm d'Volvio and 「Shoot to Thrill」
BCTheEntity - Phil Jaegger and 「Ten Thousand Fists」
ProPro - Viscount Lucidostella and 「Walk the Line」
Genon - Birra Lucidostella and 「Rite of the Exploding Guitar」

[Potemking]

Chino Rossini

Chino Rossini

"I'm worth more than just my voice; Don't downplay me, bastard!"

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-NAME-
"Chino Rossini; Local pub singer, and person-breaker, if you're a pain in the ass!"

-PERSONALITY-
"Which part of me do you want to hear about? The reserved singing girl, or the one that beats your ass after you try to grab mine? i tend to keep to myself during work; Seems to give the guys an impression that I'm shy, or gentle. It's absolute bullshit, but if I get my cash, I don't really care. If they touch me though, I won't hesitate to beat them within an inch of their life! I can't stand perverted bastards, you know? I don't ask for much, but respect is just a normal thing to want: It shouldn't be this hard.

Now I'm not just some punk; Well, to some people I might be, but I know me better than anyone else: I can be kind! I like teasing my friends, sure, but I'd never let them down! I try my best to be reliable, but admittedly sometimes I fuck up and do something stupid; Human nature, right? Everyone does something stupid every once in awhile, right?

While I don't hesitate to beat the hell out of scumbags, that doesn't mean I just give a beat down to anybody who passes me by: I'd much rather protect an innocent person than hurt one: Especially women and children, as I figure most men can take care of themselves. Though if they proved to need it, I'd help them too. Just give them a hard time about it afterwards, heheh.

I also love cute shit. Stuffed animals, actual animals, baby animals... Maybe I just like animals? Cute animals, though. While I have a generally tough exterior I still have some gentleness underneath: I tend to push it off in my own harassing way, but I can be caring and considerate with someone I like. 'Love' isn't really a thing I put into my head, unless my dad counts: But maybe I'll feel that towards someone else one day.

This is getting drawn out, I'm gonna wrap it up, 'kay? I'm a bit of a jerkass, but I've got a heart of gold-- Wait, wait. Maybe not gold. More like silver? Yeah. Silver heart of gold-- I mean, goddamn it! A heart of silver! Yeah.

Are you laughing at me?!

ゴ ゴ
ゴ ゴ

You bastard, I'll kick your ass!"

-HEIGHT AND WEIGHT-
"This is an easy way to get me to beat the hell outta you; You don't ask a girl these questions!

... I stand at five feet, six inches: And I weigh somewhere around one-hundred & forty pounds? Good enough?"

-AGE-
"I'm twenty-three and insecure: Asking my age does not help."

-GENDER-
"Are you serious? I'm a girl."

-BACKSTORY-
"Florence has been my home for as long as I can remember: My father brought me here from somewhere, and I lived out my childhood here up until my current adulthood. Dad's a troublesome bastard; A bit of a gambler, gets himself in situations he shouldn't. I used to sing on street corners just trying to make a buck to eat on; But in retrospect, it wasn't that bad. I learned to take care of myself early on, and I never had to rely on anyone else growing up. I got scrappy when I had to, and I always did love singing: Maybe it was actually a pretty good early life.

I've managed to get a bit older, and job opportunities have struck: I make my money by taking performances in pubs, singing for patrons and getting harassed by them for it. There was one bad case in particular where a man followed me out after my late leave; Bastard tried to grab me up in the alleyway. That's when I truly learned of my power; A presence I could always feel, but only just now lashed out to save me from a harasser; The microphone appeared in my hand as I screamed, the amplifier near my shoulders pointing at the man and blasting him to the ground with what seemed like pure force in the winds.

After that I had control; I used my Stand during performances as I found it could affect my pitch and turn my singing even more beautiful than it usually ways. Helped me make more money; But it always did sort of concern me that I had such a thing... I couldn't bring myself to ask my father about it, but I had a feeling such a thing wasn't normal: He probably couldn't tell me jack shit if I tried, so I just rolled with it.

So, my life wasn't really bizarre until the microphone-spirit-thing. It got weirder than that though! Much weirder.

I've felt strange lately. I had this horrid moment where I blinked and I swore the whole world around me fell apart; Usually I didn't care about being a general loner, but this feeling... It was so cold, and empty. Like I was stuck in nothingness, unable to even breathe. When I opened my eyes I snapped out of it, but had to gasp for breath. I've been scared of trying to sleep since it happened; It's left me concerned, and sleep deprived.

That I could live with; But what I couldn't live with was my dad disappearing. His dumbass just wasn't home one day; And I had no idea where he went. I checked out all his usual spots, but he was just... Gone. Sure he was a deadbeat for the most part, but damn it, he was my dad! The police didn't know anything: Nobody had any answers! I ended up living alone, angry saddened and confused at what the hell had happened. Thoughts of that cold, empty void came back to me; Scaring me, honestly. Was that going to be my life eventually? Empty, and nothing?

I still had to work. It's all I could do; Keep myself going.

And if that all wasn't bizarre enough, this man showed up at the pub one day: Diavolo. He wasn't grabbing at me or throwing me money, rather he was there to just... Speak with me directly. I was familiar with my power and the potential destructive force it held, but I never trained with it because I was just a singer doing my work. But he seemed to know about what happened to my dad, about my power, and what I could do.

Now, I wasn't one to entirely trust strangers. But this guy seemed to know something: And if anything he knew could help me get my dad back? I was definitely open to listen.

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-STAND NAME-

「 PITCH PERFECT ACT ONE 」

_{ENGRISH VER.}
「 PISHHU PURRFECT, ACT ONE 」
_{ENG. DUB NAME}
「 FLAWLESS TONE ACT ONE 」

-STAND ABILITIES-
「 PITCH PERFECT ACT ONE 」is a stand summoned in the form of a microphone and floating amplifier for me to use. It has no self-combat ability, and no real form of defense aside from using it's abilities in a defensive manner. It allows me to use my voice to manipulate sound, using soundwaves for offensive and defense.

「 ACT ONE: SENDIN' TUNES」Is my Stand's current main ability. Using my Stand, I can turn my voice into a weapon; Sending damaging soundwaves that cause harm on contact; Directly hitting lighter targets while vibrating and causing damage through the armors of heavier opponents. Soundwaves require a medium to be sent as an attack; Air, ground, water: If somehow I were to be isolated from these things, I would be powerless.

My job is to simply make the noise; The amplifier part of my Stand follows my eyesight, so aiming is a breeze unless I'm blinded. Even though I'm the user, I can be damaged by my own soundwaves; So targeting near myself is risky, but may be necessary if I need to escape. This leads into my Stand's secondary ability, however...

「 ACT ONE: BLAST THE MUSIC」Spins my amplifier to face behind me; Allowing me to use my soundwaves as propulsion to move forward, or upwards. This speed is good for an escape, but still requires me to make noise in order to use it; So if I'm somehow muted, it's absolutely useless. This is generally also useless without air or water, depending on if I'm swimming or not; Because I still need them as a medium."


-STAND CRY-
FIGAFIGAFIGAFIGA, FIGAAAAAROOOO!!

-HEIGHT-
Dimensions of the Amplifier: 12.2 x 17.1 x 5.5 inches

-OBTAINED-
_INHERITED?
"I've felt it's presence since I was young; It's been with me all my life.
My deadbeat dad... Did he know about this even if I didn't tell him? Maybe I should've confronted him before he disappeared..."

-APPEARANCE-
"It takes the form of a baby-blue colored amplifier, and a black microphone. Where there would be a brand title on the amplifier, it simply says "C.H.I.N.O" instead. The amplifier also has a handle atop it, if for whatever reason I felt the need to grab it, I guess? It just floats around with me though..."

[JrVader]

Name: Jon Jovi
Personality: Jon is quite the eccentric person. His father was a successful writer and his mother a nurse. He inherited the creativity from his father and the smarts from his mother, making him a little bit of a nerd. Jon can usually be seen wandering Florence with a book in his hand and a pen in another, or just simply studying from a textbook in the local park. He sees the world in rose tinted shades, making him quite the romantic. His heart is one always yearning for adventure. His dream profession is either a writer or a Psychologist
Height and weight: Jon is quite slim, standing at 6'2" and 190 pounds
Gender: Male
Backstory: Jon Jovi was born to a middle class family, his father being a successful writer of adult fiction, and his mother being a nurse at a local hospital. Growing up, Jon was just an average person, never grabbing much attention to himself. Though he was very lonely. While others would take loneliness as a depressor, he took it as a tool. While no one took too much attention to him, Jon observed the interactions going around him, giving him inspiration to write. Jon also found the Human Psyche very interesting. He read and read all about psychology, even writing some psychological horrors on the side. By the age of 16, Jon was smart enough to pass a college level entrance exam. His fate, though, came to a turn when his father was murdered. The police never found out who did it or how he died. Jon took it up to himself to find the killer. Using his knowledge of the human brain and a little bit of his creativity, he was able to identify who the killer was (based on the general appearance that the police gave and some studying). He cornered the killer and had every intention of bringing him in. The only problem was, Jon was not much of a fighter. Luckily, his stand kicked in at just the right moment.
Appearance: free-clipart-pictures.com/images/anim…

Stand name: [Unshaken]
Ability: Unshaken's ability allows anything to be balanced. Whether it be two cups on top of each other, or anyone on a tight rope. Unshaken can use this ability on any willing being. Jon usually uses it to impress anyone passing by, but has not found a use for it in combat besides extreme agility.
Stand cry: Angelo, Angelo, Angelo!!
Height: 7'4"
Obtained through: Inheritance, but Jon does not know that
Appearance: i.pinimg.com/474x/5c/fc/30/5cfc3076f3…
Stats: drive.google.com/file/d/15NVPRfNQWZZm…

[Yankee]

Stand Master: Sia Myers

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Stand Master:

「 𝕊𝕚𝕒 𝕄𝕪𝕖𝕣𝕤 」

Female | 5'6'' (170cm) | 165 lbs (75kg)

Personality:
Sia is the definition of 'fake it 'til you make it.' On the inside, Sia is demure girl. She enjoys her alone time a lot. Being around strangers makes her skin crawl and being the center of attention makes her want to puke... which is exactly why she does it. She goes out of her way to stand out, look perfect and well put together, so that one day she can believe it herself. She takes a lot of time to prepare what she says in public, not letting her true colors show if she can help it. She's so afraid of being no one that she will take almost any opportunity to be some one. As she is now, when pushed to the edge she'll simply give up - unless she's encouraged by people she trusts. She has the strength to become the person she wants to be, she just doesn't know it yet.

Backstory:
Growing up on the West Coast of the USA made for a pleasant childhood for Sia. Her family was perfectly average: mother, father, daughter and a pair of grandparents that lived with them. They were neither wealthy nor poor, and had few if any hobbies. Sia's parents were so against confrontation that they wouldn't even punish their child for getting into trouble. They didn't want to stand out at all, and raised Sia to be the same way... but, over the years, Sia began to loathe the way she was. She didn't want to be just another brick in the wall. She wanted to make a lot of friends, indulge in all the Earth could offer her while she was living on it. Although she harbored such feelings, she didn't make them known. Because of their hands-off approach to parenting, Sia began to feel over looked, like she was invisible. Because of the way she was raised, she felt it even more during school where she was passed over for everything. Her only comfort was spending time with her grandparents, who also tried to sew a little magic into her life. They claimed the family had a little but of "psychic" in them. It didn't manifest every generation, but they swore there was some kind of supernatural gene in their blood. Sia never believed them until her grandfather passed and her「Stand」manifested in her early teens. At first, Sia thought it was the spirit of her grandfather watching over her, but by the time she moved out to live on her own she realized it was something else entirely.
Now on her own, Sia dedicated her time to becoming someone else. In fact she changed her name - her birth name being Florence. Slowly, she started going out more, intentionally chatting with people, and dressing flashier. She had to take it slow because it felt so wrong doing it that it would make her physically ill. Still, she kept a few close friends and got by on modeling and product promotions. In her down time, she focused on mastering the abilities of power she had come to name「Hollywood Knight」. Eventually though, Sia's hard work in becoming someone had paid off in a way that was detrimental to her mental health. She was bombarded with messages, people, stalkers, entrepreneurs, and all manner of people. It was overwhelming, and she needed to escape. On a whim, she announced she was moving to Italy.
Why Italy? It was so far from her home that she could start over again, this time with all the knowledge she'd gained in America. Not only that, the town's name was nostalgic for her, as she'd shared the same one earlier in her life. She's only been living in Florence for a few months, and the rash of disappearances is making her reconsider...

Stand:

「ℍ𝕆𝕃𝕃𝕐𝕎𝕆𝕆𝔻 𝕂ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋」

Height:
Varies, usually 4 feet (122cm)

Ability:
「Hollywood Knight」has full control over it's own body and can transmute it at will. It can shrink, stretch and grow - though it is bound by the Law of Conservation of Mass and can't create more of itself than there already is. It can also change the properties of it's body, making it self as soft as butter or as hard as diamond. It's strength isn't anything to write home about, but increasing the hardness-level of it's limbs also serves to up it's attack and defense power. Lowering the hardness-level works the same way, good for absorbing physical attacks - but also makes it good for infiltration and espionage. It can worm it's way under doors or through pipes, or wrap itself around objects. It's good range is also further augmented by it's ability to stretch itself.

「Hollywood Knight」also has the ability to produce strange orbs from it's head. The orbs are squishy but can be broken - they are basically like a boba with it's own energy inside. When broken on an object,「Hollywood Knight」can also change the properties of said object - but only with one effect. For example, if it breaks on a rock and further hardens the rock, it cannot then make it softer without bursting another orb on it. As of now, the effects only last for one hour and 「Hollywood Knight」can only produce two orbs a day at most - and only after Sia gets plenty of rest. The name of this ability is「Brave Stranger」.

Battle Cry:
"One! Two! Three...! Disappear!"

Obtained through:
Inheritance. A 「Stand」doesn't always manifest in her family, usually skipping a few generations. This time, it's come to Sia.

Appearance:

Just a Pretender

[Lugubrious]

The Pair that Bounce Back

Name: Benedicta “Benni” N. Thadgetz
Personality: Fiery, enthusiastic, emphatic, and practically addicted to hype, Benni is a spirited competitor and friend. She's the sort who never lets setbacks put her down for long, and who sees a lot of value in trying one's hardest. Quick with a joke and able to laugh at herself, she can get along easy even with rough people, only harboring scorn for genuine jerks, criminals, psychos, and those who don't try. Stuff that looks cool carries a lot of water with her, and while she can be a touch insensitive, shallow, or overbearing, most would agree that both her friends and her opponents are in for a good time.
Height and weight: 5'7”, 150 lbs
Gender: Female
Backstory: Born in America, Benni and her family moved to Italy early in her life for the sake of her father's work at a famous wine company. Though the apple of his eye, she did not take after his cool-headed sophistication, but instead the wild vitality and energy of her mother that so captivated her father in the first place. Benni spent most of her childhood playing with the boys, oftentimes outside but inside as well once she discovered her real passion: videogames. Anything competitive got her blood pumping, and it was fairly young that she got a taste for fighting games in particular. Her tenacity and never-say-die attitude carried her far, and she proved to have quite the aptitude. In Benni's eyes few things compared to fun and rush of fighting games, although her rather tame version of thrill-seeking branched out beyond that. With the rather paltry fighting game community in Italy, she relied mostly on her games' online to play and improve, but her teenage years would see her flying abroad to attend events the world over.

She developed something of a reputation, and a few times she even appeared on the main stage. When not pursuing her passion, she worked at her father's company in Florence. Ironically, it was her mother's alcoholism that drove her parents to separate, and Benni chose to stay with her dad. The divorce went poorly for him, however, and tough times beset the family. Various frustrations piled up, and Benni ended up ditching her job to pick up another old pasttime: street fighting. Whether online or in real life, it seemed, Benni had a knack for fighting, but this time her ambitions led to more dire consequences.

Benni ended up running afoul of a certain underground fighting group, infamous for a highly unusual variety of tag-team fighting. She found herself on a dizzying losing streak; even the chumps who could barely throw a punch were humiliating her, and those who knew what they were doing showed no mercy. Benni risked more and more, until one night she reached too far. A rock-hard woman known for her savagery punished one of Benni's careless hooks with a killer blow to the head. It broke something inside of her, but not her body, and not her spirit. For as long as she could remember, Benni had seen that face in her dreams: the one with yellow eyes. Memories of her childhood were hazy, but looking back she couldn't help but recall that elusive friend of hers, always by her side to cheer her on. Over the years its face had gotten dimmer and dimmer, dismissed as a child's imagination, but in that fight, lying on her back in the ring, Benni could see it again. A cold hand picked her up from where she lay, and when Benni opened her eyes, she could see the being that stood at her side just as it had so long ago...and she could see the creature floating behind her foe.

Ultimately Benni still lost that fight, but for the first time in a long time it felt like her eyes were open. A whole new world, standing in invisible parallel alongside the old, stretched out before her. She quit street fighting -though she still practiced- and returned to fighting games alongside her work. It wasn't long, however, before people started to disappear. She decided to find out what was going on, but Diavolo found her first.
Appearance:

Stylish slugger

Stand name: 「Rubberband Man」
Ability: On the end of Rubberband Man's arms are compressible plates, alternatively known as 'thumpers' or 'tenderizers'. When charged and released, which can be done either manually or by striking something, they release a pulse that reconstitutes matter into highly elastic rubber (known here on in as 'made rubber'). The pulses are small and short-range but can be made larger by charging. Made rubber is stretchy but will spring back into shape if stretched and released, potentially at great force. It is also highly resistant to impact damage but easily cut. It is fairly malleable as well. Made rubber will return to its normal state after a brief time, though a charged pulse will keep it rubberized for longer.
Stand cry: Neither the stand nor the user vocalize anything specific when attacking, but as Rubberband Man beats on something each impact makes a very distinct twang
Height: 6'6”
Obtained through: Inherent possession
Appearance:

Four Eyes

Extra: Benni doesn't have direct control over Rubberband Man, who is a fairly independent stand with his own consciousness. However, Rubberband Man will often try to mimic Benni in lockstep because both think it looks cool. It is capable of simple vocalization through stretching its own rubber to make noises like laughing or grumbling. Those little hands of his can fold back if need be so that it's just punching with its thumpers.

Stats

[Savo]

STAND MASTER: Ciaran Corrs

"Sorry, but I'm a bit busy right now... maaaaaaaaybe I'll spare you some time when I'm off work, but for now, ciao~!"

Profile

Name: Ciaran Corrs
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Appearance

Ciaran is a tall young man standing at 6'3 and 178 lbs, with a decently toned body, an average frame, and a mirthful smirk. He has a fair skinned complexion with no blemishes aside from the few freckles that dot his cheeks, with a few around his collar bone as well. Along with that, his nose is straight and sharp to a pint and he proudly displays a smooth angular chin. Furthermore, he has warm red eyes that seem almost on the glazed side most of the time, with an untamed mane of messy, messy hair.

Usually wearing whatever he finds to fancy at the moment, which is a code for what he considers stylish. What suffices for now is a simple black dress shirt with a thin white coat with extravagantly designed crosses that are not only around the cuffs, but act also as epaulets. Following that up is his own red scarf he knitted up that he wears like a feather boa. Finally, to finish it off, he also wears black silk gloves, dress pants and either shoes or high heels.

Personality

Ciaran is a character to say the least; while being a warm and outgoing person, he is neither outwardly modest or ostensibly urbane, living life in almost his own little world. Despite what expectations people set on him, he doesn't exactly care what people will legitimately think of him, to the point where he doesn't give a second thought about what he says. Often at times, this can make him come off as clueless, even with other actions displaying the contrary. Further more, he believe this allows him to get away with what he thinks is fun to him, such as flirting with anyone he comes across; he just loves seeing their reactions after all.

Beyond this eccentric masquerade, therein lies more issues with Ciaran and his life, primarily due to the fact that he neither knows what to make of it nor does he know how to create any sort of meaningful connections. To put it simply, his interactions are truly shallow and superficial, and at times, even if he sounds like he is taking it seriously, it is more or less disconnected in more ways than one. After all, there's always this creeping dread always following him around, that he'll never see this person again, so what is the point? To him, it's better to keep people at arms length, you can't feel hurt that way after all.

He still has his own peculiar mannerisms beyond the threshold of speaking his mind freely due to it not mattering in the end, he has a fondness for fashion, primarily womens clothing. That primarily comes to high heels and designer jackets that'll make him go gaga. Furthermore, he also displays quite the irrational hatred towards ice cream, to a very volatile degree. When offered ice cream, instead of politely declining, he'll probably just smack the cone or cup away before going to wash his hands with his gloves still on.

If not, Ciaran will probably go on some bizarre tirade about how ice cream is cold, sticky, and faintly tastes of liars, before seguing into more random bullshit that doesn't make any sense or pertains to ice cream whatsoever.

History

Stands always have been, and forever will be an intimate part of Ciaran's life, primarily due to his heritage and fate.

This extend far, far back to even before his birth, before even his own mother, Johanna Jollenbeck and her friends traversed across Europe and found themselves intertwined in a conspiracy that eventually lead to her to join with the rebranded Speedwagon Oil Company, known now as the Speedwagon Oil & Research Enterprises, through Ciaran's father and her future husband. It goes all the way back to after the Steel Ball Run, in which the Speedwagon Oil Company attempted to drill for oil under a Devils Palm. Suffice to say, a whole lot of their employees did not survive the ordeal and died in the process.

But the ones who survived would eventually pave the way to why Ciaran is in Florence today, as the young man has an Irish-German background. In any case, those who came back were blessed in a way with bizarre powers, as of which were previously unknown to the company. Curiosity drove them to not only research this phenomenon, but develop way to implement these powers into their work, and much more. This would be the foundation for their new sect and as years went on, would eventually lead to Speedwagon rebranding the company.

Coming back to the present though, Ciaran was born in the UK in the midst of an operation. The Enterprise was looking to not only test how Stands could function in society and influence the market, but they were attempting to draw and recruit stand users to their company. What they didn't expect was to be caught up in a strange case, in which a killer was emulating the infamous Jack the Ripper and his murders, though instead of targeting prostitutes, this ripper targeted married women.

While it was discovered that this person was a stand user, Ciaran's father was able to actually get a transfer out with his family and was assigned to work on a case in Turkey. During the Neo-Ripper case, the Enterprise finally developed a subsection of the research over stands, in which they would go about not only neutralizing threatening stands, but recording the combat capabilities of stands and sending reports in to scientist to analyze, with a few working in the field.

Ciaran's father and mother would be transferred to this new subsection and would work there due to their competencies and experience. This would be the basis for the child's life going forward and growing up, a never-ending spiral of living in a place for a few years before moving somewhere else with his family.

So suffice to say, Ciaran moved around a lot during his childhood.

And, well, the young boy didn't make too many friends during this time, or at all for that matter. Sure, he tried, but he never stuck around in one area for too long. Ciaran would make a few connections before they up and moved to a new area. He was more the able to see many parts of the world, more than the average person would ever see, learned about the stands at a young age, but it was a lonely road, if anything else. No friends, no connections, no nothing; at times, even his parents seemed alien to him when copious amounts of researchers would try to research the child since they had developed the technology to determine the potential to develop a stand.

It felt sterile, cold, and even the ice cream his father seemed to try and welcome him with after they had finished slowly began to disgust him, and he used to love the stuff. Despite having the potential, they never saw him manifest a stand, but none of them knew it was right beside him the whole time, hidden away as a shadow.

When he was about fourteen, Ciaran moved to New York due to an assignment his parents and other members of the organization had, and transferred to a new school. During this time, he made many new acquaintances, learned new things about this place, and continued drifting through with his life. However, slowly, he began to shed that exterior of his and began to open up to strange and different people he never would of considered companionship with, eventually being roped with them into his parents operation. They were warned to stay out of it and leave it to his parents, lest they might suffer some consequences.

Sadly, they didn't listen, and while ultimately succeeding in the task the Enterprise set out the do, came at the cost of some of their companions. This final fight broke him, left him feeling terrible, powerless, and debilitated, causing him to breakdown for about week, before seemingly coming to terms with it. However, there was something uncanny about him when continuing to interact with Ciaran, whether it be him treating this all as if nothing had happened or his off-putting, nihilistic humor.

It was jarring to say the least and only hit them when he cut off contact with all of them after taking a work-study program within the Speedwagon Oil & Research Enterprises group as a person working in the same subsection as his parents. While he has gone on to investigate minor infractions and disturbances, he never really did receive too big of a case and would continue his studies, not truly knowing what path was available for him, feeling like this was the only path he had to take, that it was a destiny he couldn't change.

Eventually, he was tasked with going to Italy after handling a job in Egypt, primarily in Florence, people disappearing. To him, this was no big deal, even though he had handled one missing persons case with the involvement of a stand, he had become numb to this sensation. Going through the motions, he packed his stuff, had the organization arrange for a temporary apartment there, and traveled to Florence.

Two weeks had passed since he has been there and there has been no headway. Usually these would be over in a month or two, with clues being identified around the fourth to seventh day before pursuing them fervently, yet he could find nothing.

At least, until being approached by a man named Diavolo.

Stand

Name: 「Nowhere Man」ACT1
Type: Close-Range
Obtained: Inherited

Destructive Power: N/A
Speed: E
Range: D
Durability: N/A
Precision: E
Developmental Potential: A

Appearance

「Nowhere Man」ACT1 is a peculiar stand of sorts; while it does take the shape of a humanoid, it lacks any sort of discerning characteristics at the moment. In fact, it could possibly be mistaken for Ciaran's own shadow by most other stand users. Its only traits are really the fact that it has a similar body shape and height to its user, as well as the fact that it looks like it lacks a neck and a chin. When it moves, it can come off as blob-like, almost being amorphous. Strangely enough, due to its state, it is completely invulnerable to attacks as most just phase right through it. This, however, has the side-effect of preventing Ciaran from defending himself.

Personality

Due to it being a shadow, it has no personality traits one can objectively detect right off the bat. It does tilt its head at times, almost quizzically, comically, or so on. Currently lacks a stand cry and a mouth for that matter.

Ability

Strangely enough, to activate this ability, Ciaran must pull out one of his hair follicles and phase it through his stand. While the follicle will swiftly grow back after a while, the piece of hair becomes encased or possibly transforms into a small, hardened orange, red, or white rod. The rod has a lifespan of thirty minutes and will dissolve upon usage; the limit on how many rods he can have at one time is dependent on how much hair he has on his head.

The stand cannot use the follicle themselves, leaving it up to Ciaran to use it by impaling someone, typically a human. The process is relatively painless and does no damage whatsoever, however, once the person has been impaled, it will be impossible to remove or destroy the rod. However, he doesn't need the rod to activate his stands ability, but a part of Ciaran must be touching the opponent to do so.

「Nowhere Man」ACT1's main ability is to drag people into Nowhere Land. Upon activation, the persons own shadow(actually「Nowhere Man ACT1」) latches onto the victim, dragging them downwards until they vanish from the world. The longest this process lasts is 10 seconds depending on how much they struggle, as it is beyond impossible to escape their clutches. While Ciaran can just touch the opponent, this isn't very effective when there's more than one, plus the stand the user has can still attack Ciaran during this time if he's too close, making the rods a much safer way to use this ability.

Upon being dragged off to Nowhere Land, the victim is stuck there for the next five minutes; Nowhere Land is a shadowy facsimile of the real world, so the location they were previously at will be reflected in where they are transported. At the end of the five minutes, the person is instantly transported back to the real world. However, depending on where they were in Nowhere Land will put them in the location of the real world equivalent.

「Nowhere Man」ACT1 can then give its user control over Nowhere Land by phasing into the users body, making it look like Ciaran is coated in a thin layer of shadows. Whenever this happens, Ciaran can peer into Nowhere Land and automatically locks on to the person stuck in Nowhere Land. While the world of Nowhere Land is at his command, there are some rules both the user and the person stuck there has to follow.

For one, time in Nowhere Land is constantly relevant, no matter what Ciaran or the person trapped there does. Further more, Ciaran can spawn anything he wants in this world, but has to abide by rules in real life. While he can't just spawn a dragon that moves at supersonic speeds that can burn the person to a crisp in an instant, he can spawn cars in that can run down the opponent, create police to fire at them, people to block their path, etc. While the person stuck in Nowhere Land can use the world to its advantage as well, Ciaran can make certain things he brought into the world vanish if he wishes it. However, this usually takes about fifteen seconds, giving some ample time for the person stuck there to use it.

[XoXKieroBombXoX]

Malcolm d'Volio and「Shoot to Thrill」

Malcolm d'Volio

"The hell is your problem? I just wasted sleep for this..."

Gender:
♂

Age:
18 years

Looks:
A very minty green cap with sections being jet black. Both colors came to him naturally, but the green came from a nasty and almost fatal wound to his cap. Explained in personality. He has a brilliant shade of hazel eyes and has a very dark scar on his left hand. He wears a charm on his school uniform to represent luck and agility. He has a very sharp gaze and can be found extremely physically intimidating. He has a decent muscle mass along with a thin torso. He "walks funny", at a deep slouch due to his lack of a knee joint. He hides a red X amulet underneath his uniform.

Height and weight:
6' 3", 204 lbs

Personality:
Underneath a dim light, he appears taller than he truly is. He stares at people when they sicken him. Hatred fills the void of happiness when joy is not present. This is the demeanor of a guy who usually starts a fight. He looks down on people and frowns at the idea that the world is ruled by a secret presence. He believes that Stands are a curse, and that his very own was difficult to maintain.
To his family, he was known as a blessing due to his efforts in schooling. He is often found tweaking his attitude if he has unfairly upset someone, and uses the excuse that "Guilt is a burden that I do not accept." He has a dark, rich, texture to his intimidating act that he pulls.

When he is in a good mood, he talks often and boasts about himself and his compatriots. He often will then give insight into perseverance and hope. He does not like to see a friend in the dumps over anything, so he tries the best he can. In the end, he always stays loyal to his friends and loved ones. He generally follows the stereotypical "Golden Rule". While he is almost never disliked by most people, he does tend to be slothful, slovenly and lazy. Along with that, he also is often forgetful and has to write down stuff and constantly remind himself of somethings.

He quickly loses interest in uneventful events and lectures, causing him to yawn or roll his but is one of the most reliable people in the world however.

General History:
When Malcolm was born, his family celebrated his birth as if he were the legitimate son of Jesus Christ. They praised his mother for breaking the family curse of women passed infertility. He was hailed originally as Malcolm Young, his mother's grandfather's surname, but received a name change due to the splitting of his mother and father, caused by the mother's relational neglect of Malcolm's father. His father states that their love ended when Malcolm's mother tried to sell him to the mafia. Throughout most of his life, Malcolm lived in extreme poverty until the fortunate day when his father won the local lottery, accumulating near 1b Euros.

For the remainder of Malcolm's life in his father's presence was joyful and indulgent. They frequented clothes stores often, and shared stories of school from both lives. Everything was perfect... in Malcolm's opinion, too perfect. His luck was very quickly noticed by multiple spectators. He would also win a ton of trophies of bowling, his pastime. His father at the young age of 57 was "murdered" supposedly by an old family friend. He mourned his father's death, and everything that his father owned, was almost immediately inherited. Malcolm thinks it was a fight of wealth, when in reality his father was drunk one night and died mysteriously a week after he lost the lottery. His father was a stand user. His stand 「The Beatle」was the ultimate cause of this. It provides insane amounts of luck 7 times, then ultimately kills the user.

He taught himself to trust very few people, and to anticipate the future. He continued to go to school while living with his irresponsible mother, who showed little love to the child. While he felt lost mentally, he knew what his purpose was, to reconstruct the d'Volio family name. He set out with his inheritance, and quickly chose to live on his own.

Beginning to understand the cause of his father's death, he pursued answers. While investigating a part of Venice, he realized the severity of the matter. What if he had an ability similar to his father's, one that kills him after he uses it. He began to study these mysterious entities, and does recall a dark green china Rhinoceros Beetle on his desk that had 7 horns. He thought at the time is was simply a piece of obscure art, based on what his father originally told him.

Later, Malcolm would find himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. While walking home from school, some drug dealers from the gang Passione approached him and surrounded him. They tried to offer him a pill, but he denied it at all costs. After many minutes of the ordeal, one of the men grabbed him forcefully and held him to a wall. His forehead would start to ooze the wine of his soul. He would struggle and proceed to kick the man holding him in the shin. The man would not release him, and then began to suddenly choke. There was a large needle that pieced through his neck that was turning his skin pink. A large silver creature would look from afar, all the blood from the guy being poured on to the ground. The veins and his eyes would start to slowly turn to a thin plane. Shortly, the guy would stand sickly, his physical strength all fit into a perfect sphere of skin and mesh, then they would run away. As best as they could muster at least. Malcolm would look at his hand, and was now able to turn it into a revolver. What had he done to this guy?

...

Malcolm would watch the news with curiosity rather than horror. Where the hell did these people go? The names of his neighbors, a local band member's name and even more. Something odd was happening. After he saw the name of the man he met named Diavolo, his head was then cluttered. This made no sense, even with the power of Stands. What kind of event caused this? Was this a motive of someone who was insane? Was this an animal's power with a Stand? What was going on? Malcolm took it upon himself to figure it out.

「Shoot to Thrill」

Stand Stats:
Destructive Power: A/B
Speed: A/E
Range: C
Durability: D
Precision:A
Developmental Potential: C

Height:
7'6"

Abilities:
「Shoot to Thrill」's main ability is called "「The Jack」" which simply allows the taking of a person's physical strength and condensing it into a consumable orb, which is taken by the user, and the power is given to the Stand itself, if the person is shot with one of the Stands "Power needles". When 「Shoot to Thrill」is relying on its own power, it remains a powerful Stand that is extremely sluggish. Along with speed, the power of 「Shoot to Thrill」is slightly amplified. It is a longer ranged stand that can go almost 15 sq. meters from the user. This allows the needles to be shot from a more stealthy range than what it can be. The Stand is sentient according to Malcolm's will and emotions.

「Shoot to Thrill」 can also store any physical item on the person of who is hit, remembering it's atomic makeup and modifying the molecules on Malcolm's skin to perfectly match the object. The item can be replicated multiple times, and transforming has a 15 second modification period. Everything about the item is memorized, so if a gun at the time has one round with seven bullets, it cannot reload, have extra, or regain ammo with transforming to normal, then reverting to the gun, resetting the process. Mass that is lost from the use of this power (ex. a bullet being shot), will remain outside of the original item's mass. (Ex. a gun shell will remain outside since the gun lost the mass after firing.)

The two powers of 「Shoot to Thrill」, while they do not stack when at limit, an ally can gain a boost if Malcolm gives it to them, being the powers of a Stand or a person's physical strength. Malcolm can also change a person's molecules, as long as consent is given from both parties. Malcolm is the only one able to revert this transaction, and it is a one time change.

「The Jack」's ability amplifier also will slowly wear out. It also has a cap limit where 「Shoot to Thrill」 cannot go over a certain point. While the second ability of 「Shoot to Thrill」 can stack and change Malcolm's physical makeup, this ability is not affected by 「The Jack」.

「Shoot to Thrill」 has regular punching, that can rarely and weakly steal power.

Stand Cry:
The firing of a needle makes a charging noise, then makes a sound similar to a dart blower. It's main punching/kicking cry however is "Puuuuuuuuulllllll... The Trigger!"

Obtained through:
Familial inheritance

Side Note:
Malcolm has multiple items stored. Most are just combat and survival items. Food cannot work. That would mean that he essentially is eating himself. He's smarter than that.

[BCTheEntity]

STAND MASTER: Phil Jaegger

Sample images of a true hero and also badass good guy

Phil Jaegger

Gender: Male

Height/Weight: 2.01 m (~6'7"), 79 kg (~164 lbs)

Personality: Phil, generally speaking, is quite a cool guy. He is encouraging to others, in particular seeing to it that everyone works together to bolster one another's strengths and shore up their weaknesses, does everything in his power to make others feel better when they're down, and push people to perform acts of great bravery and valour that they may not otherwise have been able to do. Additionally, he tends to present himself as quite relaxed, giving off the sort of vibe that makes people approachable without being disconnected from how others feel. Humanity, after all, is strongest when it is unified; isolation, therefore, is anathema to human nature itself. So he believes, anyway.
This may be because, secretly, he is rather dependent on attention himself. He does genuinely believe people should work together to achieve their goals, but so far as he's involved with them, he also feels that those people should be rallying around him specifically. If he cannot lead the charge, he will do everything in his power to change affairs so that he can; if somebody is feeling down, he has to be the one to make them feel better; if somebody needs training, even himself, he will try to be the one to train them when he can; and when an enemy approaches, he believes it ought to be him who defeats them at the last, him who receives the credit for success.
Whilst these two qualities of altruism and narcissistic self-hyping seem quite opposed, it is not so common for them to clash, for the differences are relatively subtle until a crisis point suddenly pits the two values against one another. Of course, most situations can be salvaged and turned in his favour, even if the means to do so may appear contrary to his self-image... but should the two points become irreconcilable, Phil is liable to pick himself over others, if he doesn't simply have a breakdown about it.

Backstory: Philip's early life is not exactly too noteworthy. In so far as they matter, his parents were emotionally neglectful, albeit not particularly abusive in any way - which is to say, they cared about his well-being more than they cared about him as a person. In response, and perhaps because his brain would always have been wired that way, Phil began seeking attention from his fellows on the playground, quickly discovering that he made a lot more friends being nice than being mean. This didn't always work out well, of course, but he came to the conclusion early on that whilst any attention was better than no attention, positive attention generally meant more people wanted to associate with him, and therefore he would gather yet more followers.
To that end, he wound up forcing himself to be as multi-capable as possible, but whilst he was certainly not a slouch when it came to his mind, he ultimately decided on a career based in his physique. After all, it was athletes and singers who people rallied around most, right? And despite himself, he never could master the art of singing. Sports it was, then; and after some time, he came to the conclusion that the most attention he could get for being a sportsperson without it being divided amongst other people in a team was in skateboarding, a skill which he promptly mastered at the tender age of nineteen, quickly growing in fame and acquiring tour and tournament deals around the world, not to mention his numerous other physical talents.
This, somewhat ironically, is how he eventually came across his Stand. On the way to his most recent tour in Italy, his crew discovered that a traffic accident would delay their trip by several hours; unwilling to keep everybody waiting, they took a diversion that unwittingly had them pass through a Devil's Palm, and ultimately led to the van turning over and crashing rather violently. Phil, inexplicably, survived with minimal injury, but could only drag out one corpse and two or three living people before the van exploded outright, knocking him on to his back. The crick he felt before it rapidly faded, unbeknownst to him, was the spine from the corpse of a Saint fusing with somebody who appeared worthy of carrying it, as it had fully been his intention to personally pull everybody from the wreckage that he could - it was the right thing to do, and it would have made him the hero of the moment, so to him, it was the only logical course of action.
In the end, he and the surviving victims were picked up by a group calling themselves Speedwagon Oil & Research Enterprises, and both were promptly informed of the nature of both Stands and the area they had just passed into - and the fact that it had apparently ceased to be a Devil's Palm after their entrance. Thus, he and the others were compelled to stay accessible until the SORE could ascertain the cause of this phenomenon, as well as the deeper limitations of their respective Stands. As a compromise, and with both the greatest control over his own power and the fewest injuries, Phil agreed to remain in nearby Florence until further notice with a SORE-sponsored Stand user keeping an eye on him, deciding to treat the situation like somewhat of a vacation, given that he couldn't very well go on tour with his crew mostly deceased as they were. He didn't know them all that well, mind, but it was still a tragedy and an inconvenience all rolled into one horrid event.
Not long after came the day he was struck with a wave of horror far worse than a mere van crash. A cold, lifeless void, leaving him breathless for a long time indeed. And not long after that, the man called Diavolo approached him, telling him of others who had seen the same thing. Perhaps people he could shape into a real team of go-getters, if he can just find them.

STAND: 「Ten Thousand Fists」

「Ten Thousand Fists」

Appearance: 「Ten Thousand Fists」 is truly a Stand that stands out from the rest, especially with its short range and high power. Its entire body is composed of tesselating isoceles triangles that reflect and almost amplify the light that lands on them in colours akin to those of the six primary chakras, down to its eyes being a pair of wide triangular sunglasses akin to those of its owner (albeit in magenta rather than black), and its mouth being full of sharp pointed teeth. Whilst it has legs, these tend to be crossed over one another as if in meditation; instead of walking, it hovers over the ground when manifested, and nine arms extend from its body in corresponding colours - an arm from each temple, a pair of regular arms with another pair directly below these, another at the solar plexus, and two more three-jointed arms coming round from the lower spine and coccyx. These in fact correspond with nine of the sefirah of the Kaballah, with Keter and Da'at conspicuous for their absence to those who make the connection.

Height: Same as user, though its legs are rarely uncrossed to show its full height.

Obtained through: Devil's Palm (spine)

Ability: When 「Ten Thousand Fists」 strikes a surface, be it a tap or a full-blown punch, it can apply force to that surface as often as its user wishes for up to fifteen seconds afterwards or until the user moves more than fifteen meters away from the surface in question. More specifically, impact points are marked with a random chakra lotus, and any given lotus can expulse additional "strikes" into the surface beyond the initial impact, with up to the same frequency and force the Stand could normally manifest, shimmering brightly for a moment when they do so. In practice, this means that every individual punch it makes that finds its mark can be repeated for the next fifteen seconds with incredibly high frequency and force, all focused on one spot and without interrupting the Stand's other attacks, which naturally has its benefits in a fight.
However, this does not need to be applied so liberally, and a given impact point can have blows repeated at lower strength to, for instance, direct somebody to move their head or limbs in a certain direction, or indeed apply something akin to ultrasound to an area or a specific point on a living being for a variety of both harmful and therapeutic effects.
Phil believes that he could find future applications of this ability in his Stand, or indeed figure out some deeper ability that would show others his own worth. For now, though, potential options for future development evade him.

Stand Cry: GLIMMER GLIMMER GLIMMER... GLIMMER!

[Genon]

(ACCIDENTAL POST IN CHAR TAB, WILL BE USED FOR MY SHEET SHOULD I BE ACCEPTED)

EDIT: Or I forgot to use this. Never mind. Derp. I'll see if a mod can delete this post.

[ProPro]

Punk Life

Name: Viscount Caffe Lucidostella
Age: 27
Personality: Despite his noble upbringing, Caffe is quite the rebel. He prefers to buck tradition rather than uphold it, can’t stand the airs of higher society, and spends his time “slumming it” with the commoners. That isn’t to say that he has no manners though, he simply doesn’t see the point in archaic traditions that haven’t evolved with the rest of the world. Despite this, like most Italians he has a strong connection to his family name and history. He doesn’t want to shame them, he just wants to do things his way.

Caffe is naturally a speed demon and an adrenaline junkie, which shows not only with his chosen career as a professional formula 1 racecar driver, but in all the little ways too. He likes to gamble, he’d prefer to skate down the road than walk or bus, and he’s the first to take unnecessary risks despite his own fears. In fact this trait has been exacerbated in the last 8 years. With the death of his parents, Caffe has gone from “thrill seeker” to “death seeker,” legitimately no longer caring whether or not he lives or dies… or at least that’s how he was before finding out he still had family left.

Birra is everything Caffe has left in his life. The manor? The money? The fans? They mean nothing compared to the long lost illegitimate brother he found. Caffe acts as his mentor for stand use, as well as a best friend. His connection to Birra is much stronger and obsessive than should be normal for having only known one another for a month or two. This connection is both a blessing and a curse, as it gives him reason to keep going, but is ultimately very unhealthy on his side.
Height and weight: 5’11” and 210 lbs.
Gender: Male
Backstory: Caffe was born and raised in the regal Lucidostella manor, a noble by birthright in a time when nobility wasn’t as important as it once was. His parents were strict with the rules, always making sure he behaved properly, knew his position and station, and could be proud of his heritage. Proud though he was, Caffe chafed under these rules and, with the advent of modern society, felt more connected with the rest of the world than his own parents ever had the chance to be. For this reason he loved them and understood them, but could hardly find anything to agree with them about. With the world changing and their own money and status beginning to matter less and less, they put large amounts of pressure on Caffe to rise through the ranks of society to “restore” their family name to the status they felt was their birthright. Caffe honestly couldn’t care less about such drivel, but they pushed him to be the best version of himself he could be, and thanked them for that.

While Caffe always did well in school, he felt things were far too boring and mundane. He needed something more thrilling to fulfill his life, and the high society parties his parents would drag him to were oh so very much the opposite of what he wanted out of life. No sooner had he gotten his driver’s license did he start sneaking out at night to take part in illegal drag racing. Naturally he had to hide his identity (wouldn’t want to bring shame to the family or create scandal after all), but found that he had a knack for this sort of extreme sporting. It gave him the outlet he needed to blow off steam and relieve the frustration his parents forced on him. This went on for a couple years until one night he got sloppy. Caffe was found out by his parents and he braced himself for the inevitable scolding… Only it never came. Instead he was “strongly encouraged” to take up legal race training. Rather than stomping out his greatest joy in life, his parents saw fit to put him into the professionals. They saw this as the perfect opportunity to further raise their son in status and wealth to continue the family name. Caffe objected at first, feeling that legitimate racing wasn’t thrilling or dangerous enough, but was quickly overruled and shamed into compliance.

Despite the initial trouble involved in what led Caffe to professional formula 1 racing, over the next few years life was generally quite happy and fine. As it turned out the competition made things almost as fun as illegal drag races, and his parents got what they wanted as well. He could even opt out of the high society events with the excuses of having to train, or be halfway around the world for an event. That all turned upside down one day as Caffe returned home to find the Lucidostella manor under attack. His parents were murdered by an unknown assailant possessing strange powers. Though Caffe knew nothing of stands at the time, he was able to manifest his own stand for the first time in self-defense, causing the assailant to flee, but leaving the 20 year old viscount alone in his home. What had happened? He saw his father manifest one of those things to fight off the killer, but ultimately lost. Who was the killer anyway? And what was this power he now had? None of these questions mattered as much as they should have, for all Caffe knew or cared about at the time was that he was alone, his parents killed, now the single solitary heir of a nobility he didn’t care about but still had the responsibility to uphold.

For years Caffe traveled the world, using his winnings as a professional racer as well as the family fortune to take part in the most dangerous thrills he could find, while also discovering and training his powers. He walked the line between life and death, only being pulled from his depression when his life was on the line. He met many other stand users and learned that they were almost magnetically drawn toward each other, but none of them could offer an explanation as to why his father would keep this power a secret all his life, nor why another stand user would attack and kill the family. He made a name for himself in the celebrity world as a nobleman that pulled all manner of death defying stunts. But none of it really mattered all that much in the long run.

He felt the light once more when the family servant came to him with new information, something pulled straight from his father’s diary! There was hope for more family out there, as it described a love affair with an American woman he kept hush hush. Invigorated by the idea of no longer being alone, Caffe went to work putting together a family genealogy report, grabbed his father’s diary, and set out to track down this woman. What he found did not disappoint him, as she had had a son by the name of Birra Romano. Caffe introduced himself, then took a DNA test and found a match! He had a long lost illegitimate brother! Luck had turned for all three of them, as Caffe invited both Birra and his mother to live with him in Lucidostella Manor. He also found that his little brother was a stand user, and so took to mentoring him while taking a break from the racing gigs, for he had found a new lease on life!

Not long after they all returned to Italy, a man named Diavolo introduced himself to the pair. Unbeknownst to them, things were about to get very bizarre. It was only about a month since they discovered each other, but there was no way that Caffe was going to let them be separated so soon like all these other families being torn apart by abductions or whatever it was going on.
Appearance:

Caffe Lucidostella

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Stand name: Walk the Line
Ability: Stand can send self, User, or objects along “lines” at tremendous speeds, anywhere there is a “line” on a larger surface is fair game. Cracks on the sidewalk, white and yellow street lanes, chalk lines, etc. The object in question connects like a magnetic force and zips along the line almost like an electric current, and dislodges at the user’s will, at which point it will continue to travel forward in a straight path. As long as an object is connected to a line, it will continue moving at a breakneck pace and never lose momentum. Once it is dislodged from the line, normal physics will affect it.
Stand cry: None, Walk the Line is incapable of speech. However when it moves its arms it has the sound of a blade slicing through the air.
Height: 5’6”
Obtained through: Natural born stand user.
Appearance: An inorganic humanoid short range power type stand. Walk the Line is a fairly short 5’6” with heavily muscled masculine build. Despite the stout nature of this stand, all of its features are very angular and sharp looking, giving it a straight-razor sort of look. All along its body are lines which upon closer inspection are actually a huge collection of edges and ridges in the stand’s body. On the sides of its head where ears would normally be are two lugnuts, while it has no face but instead a blank slate. The legs gradually slope down into a thin point, like swords which it uses to balance on the ground. It has a very metallic coloration along the whole body.

Stats

[Genon]

Birra Romano

Name: Birra Romano (technically Birra Lucidostella)
Personality: Birra is the epitome of a laid-back young man, the polar opposite of his long-lost brother. If he had the choice, he would spend every day sleeping in, relaxing, playing music, going out in the evening, and enjoying life while it lasts. Birra’s idea of fun never involved risky things like what Caffe gets up to, either. He’d prefer to go to the beach, or an amusement park, or relax with a nice apple cider and a few hours on the PS2. While he doesn’t shirk his responsibilities, he is, at the end of the day, out to maximize his fun. He’s good at making friends, though over the years he’s lost quite a few. Whether due to falling out of touch, disagreements, or personality clashes, few other human beings have been permanent fixtures in his life than his mother. And, coupled with his floundering music career, he can’t help but feel that it was his fault. He’s really quite lonely, to be honest.

Since his Stand spontaneously manifested, Birra’s life has been turned upside down. He’s the brother of a Viscount? He has a weird ghost of a guitar pick with a face on it that can attach to things? He gets to live in a fucking manor?! While he’s grateful to Caffe for helping him and his mother so much, even seeing past his illegitimacy--Caffe has certainly gone a bit…too fast. He’s only known his brother for a month, yet his Caffe is acting as if they’ve known each other their whole lives! At the same time, he’s somewhat worried that he’ll fall out with Caffe somehow, like he did with his other friends, given that his brother is now the one financially responsible for him and his mother, though he does want to get a job.

Though frankly, he can’t blame Caffe for his overzealous attitude. He definitely noticed that Caffe lives with just Birra, his mother, and the servants, and hasn’t talked about any other family. Birra can connect the dots, and the picture he thinks he they depict is one too terrifying to think of.

However, the truth is, beneath Birra's chill exterior lies an explosive temper. It takes a lot to push Birra over the edge, and it doesn't happen very often, but when it does, people lose teeth, as those thugs who tried to rob him found out the hard way when they got a Stand-enhanced guitar across the face. And with the upcoming battles he'll get involved in, he'll end up in that state a lot more often.

Height and Weight: 5’6” and 145 pounds
Gender: Male
Backstory: Birra Romano grew up in a cheap apartment in a relatively poor section of Florence to an American mother, Acqua Romano, never knowing who his father was. Life was comfortable, if not as good as it could be. He went to school, got good grades, and had a talent for music from an early age, taking a shine to the guitar. However, his mother had to be gone frequently to earn a living, and Birra had to take care of himself most of the time, which, coupled with something in her past that Acqua would never talk about, always made her seem distant to the young Birra.

As Birra moved through the school system, he rotated through groups of friends, constantly losing touch or falling out with one friend before finding another. It seemed he could make friends easily, but could never really keep them, leading to him feeling not only lonely, but as if it was his fault. He attempted to combat this by trying to form several bands in high school, but nearly all of them collapsed for one reason or another, be it creative differences or the bandmates not having time to meet regularly anymore. Every time, it felt like a natural and well-handled breakup, but for Birra, it was more of the same.

When he went to college for music at a prestigious Florence university, he decided to throw all idea of permanent friendships to the wayside and strike out on his own, becoming a solo street musician and performing gigs at bars and other venues whenever he got the opportunity.

Of course, putting yourself constantly out on the streets does pose some risks, and Birra found that out one weekend afternoon while performing in a park. It was a good day for business, and his tip bucket was practically overflowing. Three thugs saw this and decided to take advantage of it, walking up to him. They pulled concealed knives and demanded he fork over all the money in his tip bucket. And his wallet. And his phone. And his precious guitar.

He didn’t know what came over him, but he bashed the three of them in the face with one swing of the guitar, knocking them out before they could react. And the dinky acoustic-electric guitar somehow didn’t break from the impact. It was only after the fact that he saw a little green guitar-pick-like alien-thing grafted onto the guitar. Figuring it was a hallucination and resolving to get that checked out when he had a chance, he waited for the police to arrive and let them take the thugs away.

The police were somewhat skeptical that the scrawny Birra was capable of beating up three hardened criminals, all armed with knives, with nothing but an acoustic guitar. They even wondered if he might have had some kind of Mafia connections that might have protected him, but his story was backed up by no less than ten bystanders, as the thugs had not been particularly discreet.

He had just gotten outside his apartment building that evening and was about to head inside when a stranger approached him, and after an introduction, claimed to be his long-lost brother from the noble Lucidostella family. Birra was at first incredibly suspicious of this stranger’s wild story, but the man pulled out a comprehensive genealogy that showed that his father had an affair with an American woman...,named Acqua Romano.

And that was that. The man, Caffe Lucidostella, graciously offered to invite Birra and his mother to live in his sprawling manor, and basically fixed all of their financial problems--and Birra’s student debt from his recent graduation--in one fell swoop. Even more incredible, Caffe knew what the strange green alien that had been following Birra was, and tutored him in its use. He’s only been living with Caffe for a month now, but already his life has been turned upside down.

Then, a man named Diavolo approached them, and everything became even more bizarre than it already was.

Appearance:

Faceclaim

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Stand Name: [Rite of the Exploding Guitar], or REG for short.

Ability: Rite of the Exploding Guitar basically augments people or objects with incredible power. It can fly freely through the air at moderate speeds for a Stand, and latch onto them in a process that is mildly painful. It grafts itself onto the subject’s exterior with a series of legs that resemble electrical contacts on a circuit board. When it is attached, the subject gains insanely-high durability and significantly-improved strength, stamina, and speed equivalent to the Stand’s own stats. Effectively, with REG, you’re the punchghost now.

It has a secondary ability, known as [Way of the Exploding Guitar], which allows a subject that REG has latched onto to cause an explosive effect on striking a person or object, which can be of varying strength depending on what the host needs, but at most equivalent to about 5 pounds of TNT (the level of a pipe bomb), though REG can potentially create bigger yields with training and development. It can even attach to other Stands, adjusting any stats lower than REG’s to REG’s level with no downsides, and supercharging their abilities. This, however, leaves Birra unable to defend himself. The user can also see--but not hear--through the eyes on its face, giving it semi-decent use for surveillance, scouting, or espionage.

Height: 0’1.811” (30mm)
Obtained through: Natural-born Stand User
Appearance: REG resembles an ornate green guitar pick with a crude humanoid face. Two round eyeballs are visible above a simple oval mouth. When REG is attached to an object or person, golden legs pop out of its back half, grafting themselves onto the target in a way that vaguely resembles a RAM chip on a circuit board.

Stand Cry: GYA! (note: The Stand is not actually punching people when it does that. It just does it whenever its user does a punch barrage or something equivalent)

Stats

[XoXKieroBombXoX]

First Antagonist

Presley Largo Mundo

Stand name:「Return to Sender」