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@Vicier@Caits Alrighty, finally done! Really not the best origin story (let's be honest, it's pretty bad), but y'know what, it works!
Asbjorn Hagen

"It's amazing how we humans admire our own ingenuity and craftiness, however we still fall from the same ploys that we have since the beginning."

General Information

Real Name: Asbjorn Hagen
Nick-Names: Bjorn, Az, Hagen
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Place Of Origin: Trondheim, Norway
Age: 31
Date Of Birth: December 18, 1985
Scent: Spruce trees and icy winds.

- Appearance -

Relationship Information

Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Bisexual
Partner: None
Father: Gentin Bjornson (Abandoned before birth)
Mother: Krysen Hagen (Deceased)
Siblings:
Older Half Brother - Jaques Bjornson (Unknown)
Older Half Sister - Marie Bjornson (Unknown)
Pet: 

⚜ In-depth Relationships ⚜
"Socializing is a rather intricate activity. One can discover the deepest of passions, for be fooled into becoming the slave of another. It all depends on if you're the hunter or the prey."

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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Personal Information

Personality

"I have nothing against relationships. In fact, I relish in them. Instinct leads us to band together. Instinct is what drives us all."

♦ Passionate ♦ Cunning ♦ Instinctive ♦ Divided ♦ Manipulative ♦ Self Destructive ♦ Compassionate ♦

Asbjorn is a man divided into multiple facets. He is driven by his strong belief that instinct is the ultimate guiding force in our lives, and that is should be followed at all cost. However, he was raised to be faithful in the face of uncertainty. At his core, Asbjorn believes that we are all animals, bound by the same laws we were at the dawn of time. Omnics are seen as creations of animals, and as such, also obey animalistic behavior. The idea of transcendence to him is desirable but imaginary.

Asbjorn follows the path of the cunning, believing himself to model his actions after creatures such as spiders, snakes, and other deceptive creatures. Knowing someone's true identity is the same thing as controlling them. Due to this, he displays many different facades to disguise his true self so that no one can gain the upper hand.

His identities range from brooding to cheerful, war-torn to childlike. He models this behavior in his fighting style, constantly switching to confuse others and hide his tactics. Due to his web-like powerset (see below), he can quite deftly model these tactics.

Likes

✔ Studying animal behavoir and instincts
✔ Meditating
✔ Studying people
✔ Cold weather
✔ Climbing and acrobatics
✔ Playing with Fryse
✔ Omnics

Dislikes

✘ Being controlled
✘ Being restricted mentally or physically
✘ People denying their instincts
✘ Underground
✘ Unadaptive people
✘ Unfamiliar territory
✘ Surprises

Hobbies

Training animals- Asbjorn finds great enjoyment in studying how animals interact based upon pure instinct. He has a various collection of animals, ranging from furry balls of fluff to cackle-raising arachnids and reptiles. He will often spend hours at a time with one creature, letting it crawl across his body and explore its surroundings. He will quietly and patiently observe it, immortalizing its actions in his memory.
Weaving- Asbjorn has a knack for weaving intricate webs of materials and fibers, often creating three-dimensional pieces of art comprised entirely of thread. He can weave clothing, designs, and knots in intricate patterns.
Meditating- Asbjorn spends great amounts of time in solitude stretching and increasing his physical agility. Acrobatics come naturally to the man, and he is deft in all of his moments.

Strengths

Adaptable- Asbjorn using his surroundings to his advantage in all situations. Whether it be manipulating a person or the environment, he can utilize a wide variety of tools that he garners to himself. Every new object is a new tool for his use.

Agile- While he doesn't have any cybernetic enhancements, nor any chemical boosters, Asbjorn doesn't have to worry about large amounts of muscle due to his tech's ability to defend him without his own brute strength. As a result, he has a very leanbody that is coiled with dense muscle that is strong enough to fling him about wherever he needs to be next.

Moral neutralization- Asbjorn believes in relationships and love, however he is primarily instinct driven. If he needs to kill, he kills. If he needs to torture, he tortures. There is no difficulty for him to switch between his mirthful self and a numb assassin.

Charm- Despite his semi-callous nature, Asbjorn is genuinely good natured, unlike most of Talon. He can enjoy company and stop to smell the roses. He can beguile his way into people's trust if they aren't on guard, however this usually only works on regular people. Agents of Overwatch are far too cautious to allow that to happen.

Weaknesses

Impulsive- As a devout believer in primal instincts, Asbjorn can be incredibly rash and temperamental at times. Thrill of the moment decisions can result in disastrous consequences if he is not checked. This also can sometimes impede his ability to think clearly. His instinct is to take it. So he takes it. To kill them. So he kills them. It can be quite destructive.

Fragile- Due to his thin stature and relatively thin armor, Asbjorn can be injured quite easily if he is caught. If cornered, he is almost certainly doomed; however, he usually has a trick of up sleeve. Nevertheless, he has no innate healing technology, and must press on with whatever damage he sustains until he can find someone to treat it, or he succumbs to it.

Light disrupting technology- Asbjorn's weapons and webs are made out of hard-light technology. If anyone is able to block such wavelengths with energy barriers or other related tech, they will fade away, leaving Asbjorn standing on nothing but air.

Brief Biography

Asbjorn was born in Trondheim, Norway, in the mid 80's. His family consisted of an abusive father, two traumatized half siblings, a cornered mother. Luckily, the situation surrounding his conception happened to be a one night stand, resulting in him being able to grow up without constant abuse; but only one parent brought other struggles.

In the midst of the Omnic crisis, Norway was rather unaffected compared to the rest of the world. Asbjorn eventually moved out the the fjords with his mother as the Omnic approached Norway in the last few years of the crisis. Looting and conflict became more and more common as law and order was overthrown. No amount of distance could keep the pair safe from the violence, and one day, it finally caught up with the two.

A band of humans had pursued a group of four Omnics into the woods, seeking revenge for their fallen loves ones. Fire was exchanged and a mysterious figure, which would one day become known to Asbjorn as a member of Overwatch, divided the fight. The explosion that separated the two groups set fire to the cold winter forest, blazing down the mountainside. In the mixed stampede of humans, Omnics, and animals fleeing from the flames, Asbjorn lost his mother. The two ended up running down different rivers, diverging away from one another and unable to turn back to search.

Both survived, however the continuing war kept the pair separate and unable to contact each other. Eventually, both concluded that the other had perished in the flames; the truth would one day be revealed to Asbjorn during his service in Talon.

The apparent-orphan was left with an odd choice. The Omnics that had been fleeing from the men happened to be diplomatic, attempting to diffuse the situation. Unwilling to abandon Asbjorn to the dangerous streets of ravaged Trondheim, they offered to accompany him to a more secure area. The boy agreed, and the group set off back to their spiritual leader.

Years passed, and Asbjorn stayed with the Omnics, all of them glad to assist in raising him. The group studied animal behavior together, and they instructed Asbjorn on matters such as meditation. One Omnic in particular, Hundaltic, taught Asbjorn the art of weaving. Eventually, the group of five moved to Numbani to live a peaceful life of cohabitation. The Omnics felt it wise to allow Asbjorn to grow up around his own kind.

Time passed, and eventually he earned a job with Vishkar Corporation as an architect. His weaving abilities assisted him in providing a unique take on hard-light technology. Asbjorn became familiar with the technology, and over the years, piece by piece, he assembled his own armor. He had always planned to join Overwatch one day, ever since he saw an Overwatch hero willingly turn against humans to save a group of innocent Omnics. He began to dish out his own form of street justice until he could become accepted into Overwatch.

Eventually, he reached out to Overwatch and offered his services. At first, he came to them not as a combatant, but as a diplomat. A mediator between Omnic and human forces. He was uniquely qualified, as he had been partially raised by Omnics. Time went on, and he excelled at his job while he developed his technology for combat.

Finally, the situation arose where a diplomatic meeting turned violent. Omnics lashed out and attacked the human representatives, however Asbjorn acted first. With the help of his hard-light webbing, he subdued the situation without harming a single being.

Now recognized for his physical ability to diffuse situations, he became a full-time member of Overwatch, a full fledged hero to keep the peace.

Organization Information

"The entire reason this organization exists is to keep the peace. Push the right buttons, say the right things, and with our influence, we can do that and so much more."

Organization Alias 
Weaver

Organization Affiliation
Overwatch

Base of Operation
Forks, Washington

Former Base of Operation
Numbani, Nigeria

Battle Type/Role
Defensive

Occupation (Current)
~Diplomat
~Mediator
~Overwatch Agent

Occupation (Former)
~Vigilante
~Architect

Abilities

Designed by Asbjorn himself, the rings allow him to work with the hard light, producing it from the bracers along his arms to weave webs of pure light.

Weaver Armor
This armor is what produces the light and allows Asbjorn to deftly cling to the webs. It provides enhanced durability, albeit a small amount, and informational readouts regarding power levels and other things.

Primary Weapon Platform - 
Except, more sleek and reformed. It is hard-light, after all. Additionally, it stems from his rings. 
 These weapons provide harsh contact whips that can bind and slice clean through concrete and steel. They provide a way to propel himself back into his web and attack from a distance.

Corporeal Light Webbing
Asbjorn has tiny, quarter sized generators that cannot create their own hard-light, however they can sustain small amount of it for a short period of time before detonating, destroying themselves. Asbjorn uses them to create webs between various points of buildings, trees, and any structure. He can create an intricate web that, once set up, provides cover, disguise, and mobility. The weakness is that it takes a good portion of time to set up.

Prismatic Net
Asbjorn can weave and fire a web of hard-light to ensnare opponents and attack to walls, blocking passageways and fusing objects together for a small duration. He must weave the web first, and as such, it has a considerable wind up time. The longer he spends weaving the web, the larger and area it covers. However, he cannot pause mid-weave, or it will fall apart, and if he weaves for too long, the web will just become a tangled mess that will bind his hands together until he can remove it.

Ultimate Ability

Vever Skarptromme (Translation: Weaver's Snare

Asbjorn releases the entirety of his woven webs in his armor to fire tendrils at his opponents. Each time his lashes strike an enemy, the webs ensnare his opponents, cocooning them as they are dragged along behind him. The hard-light supports itself for a small amount of time, allowin Asbjorn to drag much larger loads than he would normally be able to move. He can drag his cocooned enemies with him for a short while behind him, pulling them into his allies or away from them, depending on what the situation needs. This severely taxes his systems, causing a small downtime where he cannot produce any webbing afterwards until he has woven more. The more web he has woven, the more people he can grab and the longer it lasts.

Theme Song

This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco

This is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne’er-do-wells, insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world
Bury me alive
'Cause I won’t give up without a fight
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
‘Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart

Cavan

"Stay safe you two, a fight might be on our hands soon." Aquamarine's warning stayed in Cavan's mind, heavily affecting his thoughts. It had been years since Cavan had seen any real combat with a formidable opponent; The past five thousand years had consisted of weak, corrupted gem monsters ravaging through nature before being quickly subdued by the Rebellion Gems. While the other female Gems had gone to war with these creatures, using immense feats of strength and power to poof and bubble them, Cavan had always been the softest of all the fighters.

Violence and betrayal had experienced plenty of time in the lime-light of Cavan's life. Instead of brutally conquering these lost Gems, the Cavansite instead opted to gently sooth them into their gems with his voice. The soft, mesmerizing qualities of his songs were more than enough to put any weak-minded gem into their place, and corrupted Gems were far easier targets. Once they had been gently poofed, Cavan always bubbled them with the most extreme care before sending them on their way to the temple. One day, they would find a way to restore them to their former glory. Eventually.

"C'mon Caven, lets go see our new exper... I mean, friends." Marry corrected herself as she drifted gracefully over to the warp pad, placing a portal base on the wall. The Moldsvite waited patiently for Cavan to join her on the warp pad.

"Let's just hope to the Diamonds that they aren't all hard-headed warriors." Cavan didn't even notice his outdated, possibly traitorous, colloquialism. He had spent thousands of years in the service of the Diamonds, so his time standing apart from them was relatively short compared to the duration of his service. He joined Marry on the warp pad and activated the beam. The duo instantaneously appeared in the darkness of the Kindergarten, illuminated only by soft, red service lights.

He followed Marry through the tunnels, trusting her sense of the underground to lead them to where they needed to be. Finally, they emerged into an expansive cavern where a variety of Gems were engaging in all sorts of activity. Gems were poofing and reforming, questioning each other, exploding out of the earth, and challenging one another, however it all seemed to be focused around one particular gem.

"Newborns! Its been awhile! I'm Marry, and I'd like to welcome you to Earth! If you have any questions, just ask." Marry strode into the cavern with an air of grace that conveyed soft harmony.

Cavan followed behind her, however he immediately began picking up on some questionable emotions emanating from the group of Newborns. While a variety of emotions was certainly to be expected, some had qualities that unsettled him. The Clinohumite was by far the most dominant emotion-wise of the newborns. She was loud, proud, and heard by all around. She was eager and boisterous, and Cavan couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.

Most of the other Newborns were mundane as far as emotions went, with varying degrees of confusion, wonder, fear, and uncertainty, as was to be expected from recent Emergers.

However, before Cavan could say anything else after Marry, a much older emotion washed over him. Contempt. It emanated from a more stable gem in the back of the group, standing near one of the active robots. Something about her unsettled Cavan, emanating an eerie sense of familiarity and harshness.

"Marry, Sodalite, stay on guard." Cavan cautiously approached the group, he fingers gently touching the surface of his gem, ready to whip out a bola at a second's notice.

Cavan stepped into the light and raised his voice, projecting it across the cavern to gain the attention of the entire group. "Hey, settle down! Newborns, my name is Cavan. It's wonderful to see you all emerging from the earth. Please, come forward; step into the light."

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