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Goddamn I'm tired. I'll look for a header tomorrow. Haven't done much editing of any kind because it's way too goddamn late to do that kinda stuff right now.

Leo Karsten

[ BASICS ]

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[ NAME ]
Leonard Karsten

[ AGE ]
21

[ GENDER ]
Male

[ COMMUNICATOR OF ]
Wayland

[ MYTHOLOGY OF (YOUR GOD) ]
One of the greatest smiths of norse and germanic mythology, Wayland was the creator of many famous weapons and armour, such as the sword Mimung. While probably not technically a god, he was also not human, or at least not fully, being known as both a son of the giant Wade and a lord of the elves, and many consider him to be the closest equivalent to a god of the forge in norse/germanic mythology.

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[ APPEARANCE ]

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[ PHYSIQUE ]
Leo is a very muscular man, the result of many years at a forge, and is generally the tallest person in the room. His skin is tan, and he has dark brown hair and grey eyes. His hands and lower arms are covered in old burns, many of them small, but many others large enough to be easily noticable for anyone who knows what to look for.

[ HEIGHT / WEIGHT ]
6'6"/206 lbs

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[ PERSONALITY ]

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[ PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION ]
Leo is a very timid, soft-spoken young man, if he even speaks at all. It is actually quite rare for him to do so honestly, usually responding to any attempts to strike up a conversation by freezing up and staring at the person, locked in a panicky internal debate over how he should respond. It's rare for him to escape this state before people either decide he's too weird and leave, or think he's glaring at them, get intimidated, and then leave. If he does feel comfortable enough to manage to talk, it will usually only be a few words at a time.

On top of his social ineptitude, he is also easily frightened, often getting to the point of freezing up completely, and this has led to an absolutely awful view of himself, with his sense of self worth being almost non-existent.

Sometimes it seems like the only time he can calm down a little, and maybe even show a bit of pride in himself, is when he's making something in his workshop. Usually, this comes in the form of metalworking, an area he was already considered particularly talented in even before becoming the communicator of Weyland. He views this as his only constructive skill, and therefore is the only time he can allow himself to feel slightly more than useless.

[ LIKES / DISLIKES ]
Likes:
Metalworking
Cooking
Cleaning
Reading

Dislikes:
Fighting
Getting hurt
Public speaking
Himself

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[ BIOGRAPHY ]

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[ Place of Origin ]
Queensland, Australia

[ BIO ]
Leonard Karsten has always been something of a weak-willed person. Throughout his childhood, he was always the guy who would try to laugh along at jokes made at his expense, even if they actually hurt deep down. As long as it kept it from becoming some kind of confrontation, he was happy to pretend he was fine. It was a personality trait he'd gotten from his father, the other mild mannered member of their family, who had always found it easier to let that kind of thing go. His mother and his younger sister Emilia, on the other hand, had far more intense personalities, and therefore often had to be talked out of 'marching over and teaching those little shits a lesson.' Still, despite their differing personalities, the family tended to get along pretty well, with one of Leo's main ways of coping with the issues he had being to join his mother in her blacksmithing hobby, something which stemmed naturally from her metalworker career.

However, everything changed one day when... well, he wasn't even really sure what happened... When he was sixteen and his sister was fourteen, they'd been walking home from school one day when some... thing appeared in the middle of their path. At the time, he could hardly describe it, except to say that it was some kind of monster. Something that shouldn't exist in this world. He couldn't react. Couldn't move. Could barely even think. As the monster approached him, seeming to pierce straight into his soul as it stared into his eyes, it was all he could do to realise how isolated their path was right now, and no one else would be coming to save them.

However, nobody else needed to, as Emilia decided to take on that role herself. After all, she knew how bad Leo was with conflict, how scared he could get in situations like this, so naturally it was her job to step in and protect him when it happened, right?

The 'fight' went about as well as you'd expect, and although the monster ended up leaving the area for some unknown reason before it could strike a finishing blow on either sibling, the end result was still terrible, the boisterous, excitable, athletic girl being confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. Despite this, she still somehow managed to remain optimistic. Leo, on the other hand, was absolutely destroyed by the situation. By the guilt. Why did he let Emilia fight that thing on her own? He was her big brother! He was meant to protect her! But no, instead she'd been the one to protect him, while he'd stood there frozen like a coward! The fact that his family acted so goddamn understanding only made it worse. Why wouldn't they blame him? He knew they must have deep down, why couldn't they just say it! Yell at him, insult him, berate him for his weakness! He deserved it! He should be punished for it, and yet everyone was just letting it go!

The guilt and shame he felt only caused him to withdraw even further into his shell than before, finding it more difficult to talk to people than ever. He slowly managed to get a little better with his parents again, although Emilia remained a challenge, even so much as looking at her bringing all his self-loathing right back to the surface. Other people too proved too much speak to, anything he might want to say catching in his throat before he could go through with it, until eventually he just decided to stop trying at all. In the end, he coped the same way he always did, occupying all his time with either household chores or working at his mums forge, which had eventually just become his forge at some point, and giving whatever he made there to his mum to sell to help support them.

And this would have continued, no doubt, if not for the voice that appeared in his head one day, offering him one last chance to become a better person.

[ REASON FOR CHOICE ]
There are two main reasons Wayland considered someone like Leo to be a worthy communicator. The first is clear, as the boy loves blacksmithing and being creative just as much as he does. The second is a little harder to see. Though one may not be able to tell at first, Wayland actually holds a deep, burning regret for the actions he took in Ninud's castle, particularly those taken during his revenge against the man for his crippling and imprisonment. Although Leo's regrets come not from his actions but his inaction, the old blacksmith still understands the pain and guilt well, and hopes to help the boy overcome his burdens.

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[ POWERS ]

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[ RELICS / FAMILIARS ]
Unlike many deities, Wayland has no relic of his own. However, through his power, Leo can summon any item he has forged to himself. As has been the role of many communicators of Wayland throughout history, it will be his job to forge his own relics, both for himself and his companions, though anything of actual power is currently well beyond him.

[ POWERS ]
The Forgemaster
Being the communicator of a master blacksmith spirit, Leo has been granted the power to forge items at speeds far surpassing that of normal smiths, and with a much larger range of materials.

He has also developed the ability to inscribe runes on these crafts to grant magical abilities to them, although he will have to put in the time and effort to learn how each rune works, and how they react to each other.

Finally, as mentioned in the relics section, being the communicator of Wayland allows him to summon any item he forges to himself. This summoning works regardless of where the item may be. However, this has the obvious drawback of potentially taking it from anyone he may have given it to, potentially endangering them if they need it at the same time he does.

[ INVOCATION ]

Wayland the Smith

Though Wayland could be invoked for combat and do an adequate job, it isn't exactly his area of expertise. Instead, Wayland is better off being invoked to aid in the creation of a particularly powerful item, even approaching the level of an actual relic.

[ OTHER INTERESTS/SKILLS ]
Leo is actually quite talented at many domestic tasks, such as cooking, cleaning, and textiles.

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[ MISC. ]

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[ BIRTHDAY / SIGN ]
April 5th, Aries

[ FAVORITES / LEAST FAVORITES ]
Favourites:
Cats
Curry

Least Favourites
Olives

[ SEXUAL PREFERENCE ]
Heterosexual

[ MUSIC/MOVIE/BOOK/GAME TYPE ]

Weirdness Magnetism [Gravity Falls RP]

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@Potemking@Akayaofthemoon@DClassified

Ah, right, yep. Probably should've expected that. Jeremy didn't even blink as Sid vanished from the seat across from him, running off to pester the poor guy Amelia had befriended. Or no, not even that, as she skipped past him and started talking to the person offering fifteen bucks for mystery stories. Not that he could blame her, he was pretty sure her sporadic attention span was somehow one of the funnest parts of her personality, always helping her find new fun things for her and the rest of the gang to do.

Of course, it still screwed his plan up at it's most fundamental level, so time to improvise again. But what to do...

Ok, plan B.

"Hey, hey Ami! Do you recognize me? Do you remember who I am?" He asked, leaning over the seats to look into their booth, having decided to just take the blunt force approach now that his more intricate plan had become impossible. Normally, he would've just signed it to her straight away, but he figured this would be a good way to get her attention first, and then he'd sign for the rest of it.

《 R W B Y :: Grimm Adventures 》

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@Hitman@Vocab@PrankFox

If Rowan were being completely honest, he'd actually stopped listening to everyone pretty quickly after he kicked the bully ringleader, by which he of course meant about five seconds. He briefly registered the fox girl who'd been challenging earlier complaining about losing the challenge, which he had considered calling her out for until she acknowledged his badass kick, at which point he decided to spare her the humiliation of losing an argument too.

Not long after that, a bit more fighting had broken out, with another faunus coming in to help the red-haired guy as he took him down with the help of some kind of ghost dog. Kinda lame that it'd taken two of them to finish someone so weak, but he'd give them the credit of their styles at least being pretty cool, if nothing else...

After that, not much of any real importance happened. Some weird girl started yelling at them over... honestly he hadn't been listening, but she mentioned something about fauna and making sure they wouldn't make it through to their second year. He'd been confused at first, because he didn't know what being fauna had anything to do with the current situation. Not making it to through initiation or to the second year though, well, that made her intentions crystal clear!

"Oh, I get what you're sayin' now..." He said, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "You're sayin' you're aimin' to beat me outta the competition tomorrow, right?! Well, challenge accepted! Assumin' you're actually strong enough to put one up, that is!"

And with that declaration of war, he went back to his sleeping bag, ready to try and get as much sleep as he could and be ready bright and early for the next day.

It wouldn't do to disappoint his new rival, after all!

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He got maybe an hour of sleep. He'd gotten himself too hyped up.

Damn it, he was glad he'd found a rival, but did she have to challenge him right before it was time to sleep? If she'd only done it before he'd kicked that guy, he could've poured all his excitement into that and slept like a log! As a result, he found himself moving basically on autopilot through most of his morning training, and then a few more things he didn't pay attention, and unfortunately only realised that he hadn't quite come back to reality until he noticed a student being launched off the cliff they'd wound up on. Which was unusual, but why would...

Oh, this was the initiation.

Well... shit, ok. He hadn't been listening at all to any instructions he was sure had just been given, but whatever, he'd just have to wing it. Heh. But yeah nah he'd just find someone else to get the gist of what the hell they were meant to be doing from.

It was with that thought that Rowan was launched from the cliffside, barely even having to think as he activated his cape, decreasing his weight, and settling into a smooth glide over the forest. Thankfully, it had barely even been a few seconds before he caught sight of someone he... well, didn't really know, but had fought alongside, using his weapon to slide down a tree. He circled overhead for a moment, waiting for him to reach the ground, before adjusting his angle and weight and deactivating his cape to drop down in front of him, in what Rowan could safely call a satisfactorily awesome landing.

"Yo, Dog Guy. Where you listenin' to whatever the headmaster guy said we were meant to be doin'?"

《 R W B Y :: Grimm Adventures 》

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@Hitman@PrankFox@Zoey Boey

Rowan didn't know how the hell they could call what that bullhead had been doing flying. Honestly, where was the freedom? The feeling of the wind in your face, and underneath you to lift you up? He didn't get any of that in there. No, in there, all he could do was sit in a metal box for what had felt like hours, no matter what it had actually been in real life. And on that subject, it had felt so damn slow, it felt like they were hardly moving! And yet at the same time, it had apparently been moving just enough to leave him feeling... odd... He refused to admit that part to anyone, and thankfully, he managed to keep himself steady long enough to step off the floating coffin without too much difficulty, at which point the feeling disappeared almost immediately.

Still, despite his frustrations at spending all that time in something that removed all the fun parts of flying, he knew it was a better idea than flying up himself, at least for now. He had to save that until the right moment, when it was tactically appropriate. Naturally, this didn't actually mean 'tactically appropriate' as much as it did 'when it'll look the coolest.'

Either way, he wouldn't have to worry about it for a while, as for quite possibly the first time in his entire life, he was thankful to have his feet on solid ground. Looking around, he had to admit it was a damn impressive place, this Beacon. He'd passed through some pretty cool looking towns on the way here, but nothing on this level. Some of these towers would make for amazing launch points, he could already tell.

Before he could spend too much longer gawking at the architecture however, he was brought back to reality by an angry growl from his stomach. Unfortunately, he'd run out of money a few days back, leading Rowan to the startling revelation that he might not actually be very good with the stuff. It also led to three days of no food. He really hoped that'd be addressed after whatever they had to do right now.

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Thankfully, food turned out to be the least of his problems that day. After a speech he only really half listened to, by someone who was apparently a different person to the one Kojiro had originally told him about, there had been a literal feast waiting for them. At that point, Rowan abandoned any idea of restraint, probably justified given the lack of food in the last few days. About halfway through his rampage however, he caught sight of a fox faunus matching him bite for bite, and his motivation changed from mere hunger to the scorching flames of competition. Clearly, she had noticed how much he'd been eating and decided to challenge him, and he was all too happy to oblige, refusing to stop eating until she did.

As he continued to commit to this blatantly bad idea, he felt his old, non-starving personality returning to him, and by the time it was all over he had a wide, almost unnerving grin on his face. Not just because his stomach wasn't trying to eat itself anymore, but also because he'd finally outlasted his challenger.

After dinner, he followed the other students into the great hall, where they'd be spending the night. Some of the others had formed groups of their own, where they talked or tried to show off to each other. It took a bit of effort, but Rowan managed to resist the urge to run in and match their boasting with his own, instead setting up near the corner of the room and briefly inspecting his equipment. That way, he'd be able to show them how much better than them he was tomorrow at the initiation.

However, his brief burst of maturity turned out to be an impossible dream, as he was distracted from his work by squeals of pain, followed by quite possibly the most enragingly condescending voices he'd ever heard. He looked up from his work just in time for some jackass, accompanied by what appeared to be his goons, picking on a girl before pulling her arm off what the hel-, wait, no, it looked like it was actually just a prosthetic. But still, that didn't make it that much less messed up!

From the looks of it, some guy who had been speaking with the girl was confronting the jerks, holding his hand out to take the arm back from the guy. That was probably the right way to go about calmly ending this situation.

Naturally, Rowan decided on an alternative approach.

Sprinting towards the group, he didn't even bother altering his weight. Normal gravity would be more than enough for these punks. And then, right as he reached them, he launched himself off the ground, slamming both feet into the apparent ringleader of the group with a vicious dropkick.

"KURONUMA KICK!!!"

Weirdness Magnetism [Gravity Falls RP]

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@Potemking@Akayaofthemoon@Polaris North@KiwiHalcyon@DClassified@canaryrose

Jeremy hugged back when Sid jumped ujp and grabbed him, though notably less firmly, in the interest of not snapping her spine. Once she was back on the ground, the excitement was already mounting in the monochrome girl to quite possibly dangerous levels, and just like back in the old days, Jeremy was matching her beat for beat.

"Yeah! Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah! I'm really big now! And it's gonna be great because I get to surprise everyone! And not just you guys, but all the weird ones out in the woods! Like, can you imagine what the Manotaurs are gonna think? It's gonna be awesome!"

By this point he was practically rocking back and forth on his heels, his smile looking increaingly as if it was going to split his face in half.

"Yeah, lets go! OH, but we should try this the sneaky way maybe. Go in and sit all inconspicuous-like, ya know?" He paused for a moment, suddenly deep in thought, before snapping back to his grin just as quickly. "Or not! Maybe we should just bust in there, grins blazin'! It's a toughy, but I'm sure we'll figure it out in the moment!"

Almost immediately after entering the building, he got a blast of nostalgia so hard he all but fell into the closest booth, waving Sid over to join him.

"Ooooh Sid... Everyone's so big now! I know I saw Ami and Mr Garfield, and that was Robbie right? Idunno if I should just sneak over and ask if they recognize me one at a time, or just shout it so I can ask everyone all at once!"

Truly, it was a great dilemma, especially to someone as hammy as Jeremy. The plans of befriending Amelia's mysterious new friend, meeting the mysterious masked man Sid had pointed out, or discussing the weird stuff that called Gravity Falls home with the lady at the counter were all put to the side of his brain as he struggled with his own excitement. Hell, even the fact that he'd actually been really hungry before running into Sid had ceased to be a concern.

However, after a few moments, he finally regained control, clapping his hands against his face a couple of times to calm himself down. Or as close to calm as whatever Jeremy's normal state of mind could be called.

"Alright, I think I've got it! Operation: Friendship Againship is GO!"

And with that, he got out of the booth and moved to the one closest to Amelia and the other guy, sitting on the further seat so Sid could take the ajoining one.

"Ok, plan, you ask who Ami's new friend is, and then when you ask, she'll see me and be all like 'oh, this is Idunnohisrealnameyet, but hang on, who's your new friend?' and then I'll be all like 'more like old friend!', but in sign language as a hint that I already know her too and then we'll see if she can recognize me or not and it'll be great!"

Of course, being quiet wasn't exactly Jeremy's strongest area, so whether or not anything he'd just said would surprise anyone was really just up to how deeply invested they were in their own conversations.

《 R W B Y :: Grimm Adventures 》

Rowan

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Basics

Full Name:
Rowan Kuronuma
(Rowan - 'Little red one' in gaelic, one letter off Rodan)
(Kuronuma - Named after Ken Kuronuma, the pen name of the original Rodan films writer)

Nickname/Alias:
N/A

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Race:
Faunus (Bird)

Appearance Description:
If there's one thing most people would notice about Rowan, it's most likely his expression, which always appears to be some level of pissed regardless of how he actually feels. Even a smile becomes a sneer, or maybe a smirk on a good day. Outside of that, there isn't too much to say. He stands at about 5'8", and has red-orange hair, yellow eyes, and dark skin. He also has a fairly muscular build, although clothes with sleeves make it all but impossible to notice. In terms of clothing, he's fine with anything really, though it is all but impossible to find him without the large, almost oversized dark red cape he wears. Generally, he only removes that when he's washing or sleeping, sometimes not even then in the second case.

Allusion:
Rodan, King of the Skies

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Personality

Personality:
At first, Rowan seems like someone most people would want to avoid, appearing to be a very loud, very angry young man. However, this isn't entirely correct. While it's true that he does have quite the temper, a lot what most people would consider anger is just him getting over excited about things, leading to him aggressively pursuing whatever it is he's set his mind on. Coupled with his noticably unfriendly features and expressions, this will often end up either unsettling or just outright frightening onlookers who have gotten the wrong impression. As mentioned previously though, this isn't always the case, and it's actually not that unusual for something to set him off, which leads to what many have described as honestly not being that different to his usual personality, but even louder. One thing that makes him especially angry is when people try to order him around. Unless you've done something special to earn his respect, tell him what he can and can't do will only make him want to ignore your rules even more.

That being said, Rowan does have some positive traits too. He has an intense desire to improve himself however he can, in order to become the best person he can be. While this does have the side effect of making him a pretty massive show off, it has also led to him improving his abilities by leaps and bounds since he first started his training. He's also surprisingly creative, and greatly enjoys most hobbies that allow him to put it to use, though this is in large part because it gives him a chance to outdo and/or show off to his peers. Of particular note are the creation of weapons and clothing, both subjects that hold a special place in his heart, and discussing weapons or dust infused clothing with him will likely end with you trapped in conversation for hours longer than intended.

On the other hand, when he isn't talking about his hobbies or shouting about how great he is, Rowan isn't actually particularly good at talking to people. Despite his attempts to show off, legitimate, sincere praise or encouragement will actually leave him flustered more often than not, as he's so used to it coming with some kind of sarcastic banter attached, either due to him annoying the other party too much or them misinterpreting his expression and thinking he's picking a fight. He also tends to get fairly awkward during more serious conversations, rarely being able to think of the right thing to say, as he already knows that he tends to word things poorly most of the time.

In the end, all Rowan really wants is to be acknowledged. He has always felt like he was living in the shadows of the people around him, especially in the case of his teacher and his friends. He wants to show that he can be an even cooler, stronger, more beloved hero than his teacher, no matter what.

Likes:
Flying
Fighting
Training
People who know he's the best
Weapons
Dust infused clothes
Cooking
Blacksmithing
Sewing
Warm temperatures
Making bad choices

Dislikes:
Sitting still
Stagnating
People who don't know he's the best
Losing
Being told what to do
Cold temperatures

Motivation:
To become the best huntsman in the world, so everyone will love him and know how cool and amazing he is.

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

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Biography

Country of Origin:
Mistral

Bio:
Rowan's story is honestly a rather simple one. He was the only child of a pair of bandits, raiding and rampaging through the area surrounding their camp. However, when he was just a toddler, they were killed by a huntsman named Kojiro, who reluctantly decided against leaving Rowan behind and took him back to the nearby town he was from. Despite attempting to dump the child with a number of other people who would take better care of him, such as his fellow huntress, Mori Shura, but apparently she decided that this could be a 'learning experience' for the man, and told him she'd help, but he should try taking care of the boy himself. Despite initially rejecting the idea outright, he eventually begrudgingly agreed.

The years to come were rough, but not truly bad by any means. Kojiro raised Rowan not as a son, but as an apprentice, teaching him how to live as a huntsman from a young age. Through this, an odd bond developed, one where they rarely got along, but clearly cared for each other in a way. They would squabble and argue over the pettiest of things, and it wasn't unusual for Rowan to straight up challenge Kojiro to fights in order to prove that he had finally surpassed his teacher, but it was well known amongst the rest of the village that if it ever came down to it, either of the two would gladly throw themselves in harms way to protect the other. They would deny it if asked, but everybody could see it.

Eventually though, Kojiro decided that Rowan should learn from other sources, and get a wider perspective on the world than he would be able to find in the village and the surrounding area. Following that line of thinking, he decided to send Rowan to study at Beacon, which he felt had always seemed to have a higher number of students from the other kingdoms.

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Combat

Weapon:
Rowan's equipment tends to change on a weekly basis depending on what he thinks would be cool, but he has a specific set he tends to return to more often than not. The actual weapons themselves are rather simple in design, a pair of gauntlets and boots that use dust to release explosive short range blasts of fire, which can be used both for offensive purposes or for added mobility. The gauntlets also have retractable curved claws on the ends of the fingers, similar to a bird of prey's talons, which he can use to effectively latch onto surfaces, grimm hides, or an opponents clothing.

The real centerpiece of Rowan's equipment though is his cape, which forms the backbone of his combat style. Due to gravity dust woven into the fabric, he is able to activate it by using his semblance on it, causing it to turn rigid. By then using his semblance on himself as well, Rowan is able to glide with it close to indefinitely, turning him into a capable aerial combatant. Should he ever find himself losing altitude, the cape also contains small amounts of fire dust, which he can use to artificially create his own updrafts beneath it and push him back up.

Semblance:
Weight Manipulation
Rowan's semblance allows him to either increase or decrease the weight of both his own body and any object in contact with his bare skin at that moment. He generally makes use of this ability to fly, using his cape and boots to keep him in the air while greatly decreasing his weight, meaning he can spend as much time in the air as he wants, at least until his aura runs out. Of course, he can also increase his weight, usually doing so to drop down from the sky on opponents with devastating kicks.

ANY OTHER POINTLESS TRIVIA YOU WANT TO ADD
He's gonna be the best damn huntsman in the world, so if any of you are also aiming for the title, best give up now!

Lanius School of Villainy and Mischief

Michael

Full Name:
Michael Evans

Nicknames/Aliases:
Wayland
G4NT-8614-A13
A13

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Division:
Strength

Powers:
Weapon Creation/Control
Whenever Michael has the chance to touch a weapon, he comprehends it's every detail, from it's physical condition to it's very history. This collected information of the weapon manifests itself within a mental 'vault' in his mind, essentially storing the weapon inside it. Once a weapon has been stored in this vault, he can create an all but perfect copy of the weapon. He can then telekinetically control these weapons, as long as they either remain within a distance of forty meters within his vision, or three meters while outside his vision.

He can create a total of eight weapons at a time. Further training may allow him to raise this number, but currently, any attempt to create more than eight would likely have a number of potentially devastating side effects. The number of moving parts within the weapon also has an impact on how many he can create. For example, complicated weapons like firearms could only be created once or twice at a time with his current level.

Altered Physiology
In order to function more efficiently as an operative of the Foundation, Michael was gifted with an unconventional anatomy compared to regular humans. While this body is somewhat stronger than an average human, it's real power is in it's durability and pain tolerance, allowing him to withstand what might otherwise be debilitating injuries for a normal person comparatively well.

Description:
Michael is a fairly average height for his age, standing around 5'6". He has mid-length blonde hair, teal eyes, and tends to wear glasses in all but the most relaxed situations. Despite his demeanour, Michael has a surprisingly athletic build, even verging on muscular, but this is rarely seen as he prefers to wear large, baggy clothes like hoodies when possible.

Personality:
Despite being enrolled in a school of villainy, Michael is actually quite soft-hearted and shy the majority of the time. His confidence tends to crumble while dealing with people who could be considered especially intense, and he is extremely poor at handling conflict. On the other side of the spectrum though, he adores it when people praise him, and he loves helping or otherwise impressing people. In contrast with this, his demeanor while in combat is fairly different. While still clearly nervous, he generally has a quiet confidence in his abilities, and is able to focus on his objectives fairly well without his fear getting the better of him, although he still prefers not to hurt people if he can avoid it.

However, there is another aspect to his personality many people tend to notice, even if only subconsciously. No matter how normal Michael may think he's acting, there is occasionally a sense of hollowness to him, as if he doesn't actually fully believe in, or possibly even understand the way he's acting. Depending on the situation, this may be more or less noticable. And finally, if certain conditions are met, he may enter a state of what could only be considered pure, instinctual rage. In this state, he will ignore anything that doesn't either pose a threat to him or give him an advantage in achieving his objective. He normally isn't proud of this aspect of his personality, but he accepts that it is a necessary evil in order to help him accomplish the goals of the Foundation.

Crush:
N/A for now. He barely even understands the concept of romance.

Skills:
- Skilled in various forms of martial arts, particularly those involving weaponry.
- In addition to his melee training, Michael is quite well trained in firearm usage, though not to the same degree.
- Michael can be unexpectedly crafty, even devious, when coming up with plans.
- Talented chef.
- Extremely talented at drawing weapons. Abysmal at drawing anything else.

Weaknesses:
Michael's powers tend to come with a variety of nasty side effects if handled poorly. For example, attempting to push himself to create more than eight weapons at a time can lead to devastating physical afflictions, ranging from normal things like widespread internal hemorraghing to slightly more unusual ones like metallification of the body. Even without trying to surpass his creation limit, overuse of his powers can cause significant mental issues, including but not limited to stress, paranoia, and eventually full on psychotic episodes, which become more and more frequent as he pushes his powers further.

In addition to these points, manipulating the mysterious substance that forms his weapons takes a lot of energy, and unless he consumes a significantly larger than average amount of food, it is entirely possible for him to accidentally starve to death with repeated summonings, or collapse due to sheer exhaustion.

Finally, even with his altered physiology, Michael's short-sightedness has been deemed as all but impossible to fix, meaning he is still forced to wear his glasses. While he has ways to keep them from falling off during combat, it is entirely possible to break them with a solid hit to his face.


Brief History:
Little is known about Michael for the most part, simply that he is an operative of the Astra Foundation, where he has remained almost his entire life until just recently. For him, the mission they'd assigned to him was of the utmost importance, and while being enrolled in a school for aspiring villains had been something of a surprise, he knew he should at least try to gather what information or talent he could use to accomplish his mission.

Other:
His weapons form out of an unidentified deep red energy, often appearing as a great, swirling mass of some form of text or symbols before solidifying as the intended weapon.

Lanius School of Villainy and Mischief

Alright, not my best work, especially with the bio I'm pretty sure, but it's just about 3am now, and I've been struggling to stay awake so I could finish and post this.

Michael

Full Name:
Michael Evans

Nicknames/Aliases:
Wayland
G4NT-8614-U13
U13

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Division:
Strength

Powers:
Weapon Creation/Control
Whenever Michael has the chance to touch a weapon, he comprehends it's every detail, from it's physical condition to it's very history. This collected information of the weapon manifests itself within a mental 'vault' in his mind, essentially storing the weapon inside it. Once a weapon has been stored in this vault, he can create an all but perfect copy of the weapon. He can then telekinetically control these weapons, as long as they either remain within a distance of forty meters within his vision, or three meters while outside his vision.

He can create a total of eight weapons at a time. Further training may allow him to raise this number, but currently, any attempt to create more than eight would likely have a number of potentially devastating side effects. The number of moving parts within the weapon also has an impact on how many he can create. For example, complicated weapons like firearms could only be created once or twice at a time with his current level.

Altered Physiology
In order to function more efficiently as an operative of the Foundation, Michael was gifted with an unconventional anatomy compared to regular humans. While this body is somewhat stronger than an average human, it's real power is in it's durability and pain tolerance, allowing him to withstand what might otherwise be debilitating injuries for a normal person comparatively well.

Description:
Michael is a fairly average height for his age, standing around 5'6". He has mid-length blonde hair, teal eyes, and tends to wear glasses in all but the most relaxed situations. Despite his demeanour, Michael has a surprisingly athletic build, even verging on muscular, but this is rarely seen as he prefers to wear large, baggy clothes like hoodies when possible.

Personality:
Despite being enrolled in a school of villainy, Michael is actually quite soft-hearted and shy the majority of the time. His confidence tends to crumble while dealing with people who could be considered especially intense, and he is extremely poor at handling conflict. On the other side of the spectrum though, he adores it when people praise him, and he loves helping or otherwise impressing people. In contrast with this, his demeanor while in combat is fairly different. While still clearly nervous, he generally has a quiet confidence in his abilities, and is able to focus on his objectives fairly well without his fear getting the better of him, although he still prefers not to hurt people if he can avoid it.

However, there is another aspect to his personality many people tend to notice, even if only subconsciously. No matter how normal Michael may think he's acting, there is always sense of hollowness to him, as if he doesn't actually fully believe in, or possibly even understand the way he's acting. Depending on the situation, this may be more or less noticable. And finally, if certain conditions are met, he may enter a state of what could only be considered pure, instinctual rage. In this state, he will ignore anything that doesn't either pose a threat to him or give him an advantage in achieving his objective. He normally isn't proud of this aspect of his personality, but he accepts that it is a necessary evil in order to help him accomplish the goals of the Foundation.

Crush:
N/A for now. He barely even understands the concept of romance.

Skills:
- Skilled in various forms of martial arts, particularly those involving weaponry.
- In addition to his melee training, Michael is quite well trained in firearm usage, though not to the same degree.
- Michael can be unexpectedly crafty, even devious, when coming up with plans.
- Talented chef.
- Extremely talented at drawing weapons. Abysmal at drawing anything else.

Weaknesses:
Michael's powers tend to come with a variety of nasty side effects if handled poorly. For example, attempting to push himself to create more than eight weapons at a time can lead to devastating physical afflictions, ranging from normal things like widespread internal hemorraghing to slightly more unusual ones like metallification of the body. Even without trying to surpass his creation limit, overuse of his powers can cause significant mental issues, including but not limited to stress, paranoia, and eventually full on psychotic episodes, which become more and more frequent as he pushes his powers further.

In addition to these points, manipulating the mysterious substance that forms his weapons takes a lot of energy, and unless he consumes a significantly larger than average amount of food, it is entirely possible for him to accidentally starve to death with repeated summonings, or collapse due to sheer exhaustion.

Finally, even with his altered physiology, Michael's short=sightedness has been deemed as all but impossible to fix, meaning he is still forced to wear his glasses. While he has ways to keep them from falling off during combat, it is entirely possible to break them with a solid hit to his face.


Brief History:
Little is known about Michael for the most part, simply that he is an operative of the elusive Foundation, where he has remained until just recently. For him, the mission they'd assigned to him was of the utmost importance, and while being enrolled in a school for aspiring villains had been something of a surprise, he knew he should at least try to gather what information or talent he could use to accomplish his mission.

Other:
His weapons form out of an unidentified deep red energy, often appearing as a great, swirling mass of some form of text or symbols before solidifying as the intended weapon.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

@Danvers

Jeremy was having a hard time dealing with the fact that everyone left. Despite what he'd said about not being able to stop them if he was outvoted, he couldn't deny that he'd really hoped he would get through to them. But nope. They'd left anyway. All he could do was hope that they were good enough with their magic to survive anything the vampires might have planned, at least long enough to get back to the motel where they could regroup and come up with a better strategy.

And in the meantime, he was left with Abernathy.

Cool.

Not that he had a problem with her or anything like that, but even just over the couple of days he'd known her, he'd gotten the distinct feeling that being the sole target of her attention would make things... difficult. As if on cue, he watched her face twist into one of disgust as she came to the same realisation, before he noticed with a type of pre-emptive, tired acceptance that the face making said expression had started transforming, quickly turning into a mirror of his own. Then she started talking though, mimicking him in a voice that was eerily close to his own, and found his face shifting involuntarily into an expression of disgust not unlike her own from just moments ago. Still, he managed to hold back any retorts that may or may not have been on the tip of his tongue and turn back to his work. The next line of taunting, however, was finally enough to get a response from him.

"Unfortunately, I'm still the same age as the rest of you." He sighed, trying to keep his frustration at the whole situation out of his voice. "If I was an elder, maybe the others would've actually cared when I told them not to leave..."

Of course, if he was an elder, he would have tried to convince Deborah not to send a group of inexperienced teens to hunt a pack of vampires who had already killed a number of veteran witches, or at least send a couple of adults to keep them from making the kind of stupid decisions teens tended to think were fine, but he wasn't, so no use fixating on it.

Instead, he would get the joy of being forced to fixate on Abernathy's mockery.

Cool.

"Putting a chair up against the door wouldn't help much when they jump through the window, and we'd never be able to trick them into thinking we aren't in here. Vampires have strong senses."

He paused for a moment, before placing a spare bottle of ink and brush on a small bench next to were he was working.

"If you know any runic scripts you can use for enchantment, you could always help me set up some more wards. Otherwise, I'm not really sure at the moment."

And then came a new line of questioning, which surprisingly wasn't just making fun of him, and he finally stopped writing for a moment to turn and face Summer.

"They weren't, unfortunately." Jeremy sighed. "If they were, maybe I would've actually passed."

However, he hesitated at the other question, briefly wondering how much of a good idea it was to give someone like her that kind of information. A moment later though, and he realised how rude that thought was. True, Summer could be... unpleasant... but he doubted she would be cruel enough to use this kind of thing to hurt him. Surely she wasn't that bad...

"Well, about two or so years after my dad died, our house was burnt down by a vampire. My mom and I escaped to stay with a group of witch families who were old friends of my dad. They welcomed us in and trained me, but in return we would have to help them on jobs, most of which were extermination missions like this one. That's why most of my training was centered around hunting various creatures of the night, as well as other enemy witches."

And then he sighed again.

"Of course, I had never led one of those missions before, and I'm worried that maybe the elders had hoped I would do that here, which would be a mistake, becau-"

And then he was instantly on high alert again, as he heard a faint but distinct CRACK, similar to the sound of thunder.

"Because, skipping all the other reasons I wouldn't be able to lead this mission, I get the terrible feeling that we're not a particularly discreet group for the most part, and I don't think I'd be able to keep a few of us from accidentally exposing magic to the entire town."

He turned back to his wards, supressing his nervousness over the situation. Depending on whether or not he heard anything else similar to that thunder again, he might even need to get his bow and see if the others needed help.

Weirdness Magnetism [Gravity Falls RP]

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@Potemking@DClassified

Ah, so she'd been spying on Ami, huh? As he thought, Greasy's Diner was defintely the right destination. Not only had he run into an old friend before even entering the building, but he was about to see another one and, from the sounds of it, also make a new one as well! A perfect start to the friend hunt! On the other hand though, Jeremy was a little surprised at the lack of reaction he'd gotten from Sid. She hadn't even sounded surprised at his sudden appearance... Wait, had she somehow figured out about his plans before he'd even arrived? Impossible! And yet, she must have been expecting him somehow, otherwise how had she been so calm at his-

And then she turned around, and he realised from her expression what he'd initially believed to be the result of either some elite spy network feeding her information or potential psychic abilities was actually just her not registering that he'd been a stranger until that point.

Still, she managed to snap out of it after a few seconds, greeting him and wondering how he knew her name, leading him to belive that she might not recognize him. Which again, was completely understandable given the changes he'd gone through over the last eight years.

"Nah, nothing like that." He said, laughing as he did. "I'll be honest, I fully get why you don't recognize me. It's been a good few years since I left town, and I look a little different. Heck, I used to be shorter than you back then, but now I'm practically a walking jungle gym!"

He wasn't entirely sure how much she heard, as he was pretty sure from her expression that she was trying to send her thoughts to him so he could read them with his psychic powers, but before he could do anything other than grin at how nostalgic it all felt, she'd spun around to look at a young man who was wearing some kind of surgical mask with a design he couldn't quite make out on it. As he entered the diner, she turned back to Jeremy, explaining that he was apparently one of her agents, and he mentally returned the possibility of her having formed an elite spy network after he'd left back to the 'maybe' pile. At the same time though, he felt his grin grow even wider as he got caught up in his own excitement once more.

"Nice! Let's get in there then, I wanna say hi to Ami and your new friend too!"