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Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Nathaniel Gregorio

Appearance:

Nathaniel stands at 5'3" and weighs 58 kilograms.

Name: Nathaniel Gregorio

Age: 18

Nationality: Filipino

Noble Arm Name & Appearance:

Shock Bolters

Noble Arm Rank: B

Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Ranged/Electromagnetism/Line of Sight

Noble Arm Abilities:

Electric Tri-shot: Nathaniel loads three bullets into each of the Shock Bolters, each one being charged with electric energy. Their velocity is amplified, making their penetration values being twice that of a Desert Eagle pistol. Each Shock Bolter generates 50 bullets everyday, and they do not stack. As such, he only has a fixed amount to go with per day.

Electromagnetic Blast: The Shock Bolters are an eternal reservoir of electromagnetic energy which Nathaniel can unleash as blasts against targets within line of sight. They are capable of stunning or knocking back humans, and will only be fatal if Nathaniel willingly amplifies them. However, they become extremely energy costly when elevated to deadly levels.

Electrical Control: Nathaniel is able to siphon electricity from external sources within line of sight, amplifying his Noble Arm's offensive capabilities. He is also able to channel electricity into machines in order to power/short circuit them, and on metallic objects to either shock those in physical contact with said objects or to accelerate their heat. He can also form shapes (especially letters) out of electromagnetic energy.

Electro-Form: Nathaniel is able to transform his entire body into a purely electrical form, allowing him to travel through metallic objects, conductors, and the power grid itself. He can exit this form whenever he wishes.

Misc Abilities:

Coding Shenanigans: His IT specialist father taught him basic hacking, such as getting the password of a neighbour's WiFi and denying others access to certain sites.

Barber: He can do you a basic haircut for a dollar.

Stroker: Nath could be a professional cuddlist if he wanted to.

Personality: Nathaniel is a boy of few words, giving the impression that he is an edgy, brooding character. He is a sleepyhead and often dozes off in the wrong moments, though he still manages to do well in class despite this. He is also rather generous, as he spares no expense in his gifts. Just like his electromagnetic powers, he is volatile and easily angered by perceived slights, though he doesn't bear grudges longer than a day.

Nathaniel is quite affectionate to friends and family, and is sometimes seen looping his arm around someone else's before using their shoulder as a lean-on as he sleeps. His friends sometimes know him as Spine Cracker because… he hugs really hard for someone of his size. He also likes to eat. It is a miracle of how he is able to stay in shape.

*Likes: Cute, fluffy animals, girls smaller than himself, lasagna, baguettes, explosions, and seeing more subscribers to his YouTube channel.

*Dislikes: Reptiles, anti-vaxxers, flat earthers, Hawaiian pizza, broccoli, and ampalaya.

Fears: Heartbreak, memories, and heights.

Bio: Nathaniel Gregorio was born as the second of three children in a middle income family from Makati City, the financial center of the Philippines. His father, Gordon, was an IT specialist, whilst his mother, Melinda, was a neurosurgeon. His family were all Protestants, having been born and raised in the faith by their parents and grandparents before them.

Overall, he had what one could say was a 'typical life' for a person of his generation; he was a compliant kid when he was younger, had rebellious phases in his teen years, and sometimes has these bad influences, like… smoking (too much). He presented himself as this inviolable boy of the church that beat the drums and sometimes spoke to the youth, but he had this darker side that he kept secret in the shadows. Perhaps it was shame, or the gnawing of conscience simply didn't come through until recently, but he lived a dual life of light and darkness from the time he was 16 until the time his Noble Arm manifested.

It was a dark night at the time, and he and his less than reputable friends have been wandering the streets for no good reason other than for the sake of it. It was when Nathaniel was on the way home alone that his path was blocked by a pair of drunken men; two very big, and definitely unfriendly men. Nathan is unsure about the details, as he chooses not to remember, but he does recall being punched quite a few times. Were they the ones who were agitated by their noise? Maybe, but it was at this moment of great stress that the Noble Arm of his own manifested itself. A pair of revolvers that writhed with electricity arose unto his hands, which he then used to disable his attackers by shocking them with taser-like blasts.

It was at this time that he realized his folly of living a dual life of secret decadence and pretenseful holiness. This incidence was, according to him, a message from the Almighty that he needs to take a better path. And a good path was it, then, when a letter from Trinidad University came in. He'll be a good addition, they said...
*Current Goal: Make up for his past mistakes by being the very best.

Student Rank: 58

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin

As always, Nikolay had taken a lot of notes, applying just about every color in the rainbow when it came to his highlights on important words and terminology out of all the things that the teacher had taught. He usually wrote his notes in his native Russian Cyrillic, translating his thoughts from English to his mother tongue before jotting them down. He did this on purpose; these were, after all, his personal notes, and he wasn't at all the type that let others copied from his work, as it was his firm belief that everyone should learn independence when it came to studying properly. There weren't a lot of other Russians in the school anyway, and it wasn't like he would actively let them copy either.

Nikolay licked his lips as he looked upon the food that was being served to him in the cafeteria. He wasn't sure what this was called, but it has been the stuff that he has been buying for the last few days that he has been here. It was probably called zinikang... or something. It was much better when rice is added, too.

He bowed to the lady over the counter in an attempt to give his thanks... only for him to remember that this was the Philippines, not China or Korea. The small minority of Koreans in Sakhalin were the only Asians that he had interacted for most of his life, so he kind of assumed that they were all similar... only they weren't at all. Embarassed, he simply managed to say 'salamat po' (thank you), though with a heavily accented tone. He need more practice...

Nikolay proceeded to look for people that he already knew; those he already considered to be somewhat familiar or amicable to him in this school of magical warriors. Thankfully, he found Jiem and Pablo. Together as always...

"Eyo, privet.", Nikolay said to the two. "Do you mind having a third wheel?"

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin | The Imperial Fist | You Wot Mate?!

"I can't believe that I'm seeing all of this.", Nikolay grumbled with a low voice as he watched... many things unfold within the classroom. He had arrived in the room, reading a Warhammer 40K novel on his phone beginning from the moment since Henry bolted off with Oscar on his shoulder. They were a fun sight, those two; if Nikolay hadn't known any better, he would have thought that they were a couple. Would be a crack ship if they truly were.

Nikolay watched from the back of the class while obscuring his own face from potential prying eyes, looking at the fight that almost exploded right in there and now. It was those two, Pablo and Jiem, doing public displays of affection with no fear or care of what the other people all around them would think. Now these two were truly together indeed, and although Nikolay wasn't one that agreed with that kind of relationship as per his religious inclinations, he still found them rather entertaining to see, if anything. After all, he too was an affectionate one, though that was usually in private or when he is comfortable with the surroundings. This certainly wasn't the place, what with a Korean Siege Tower and another barrel man being in the room along with literally everyone else.

"I... Err, suggest that you all settle down. It's it's about to be class. And Daehan.", he said to the Siege Tower. "You can just them ask nicely without using your Noble Arm."

He looked back at his book, his face bearing a neutral expression. "Bozhe moi, if someone does something dumb just because of latent homophobia, I'm going to flip..."

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

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Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin | Bloody Hell

"Да, да... Матрица. Я ладно. Хаха... нет. Да, спасибо... прощай.

A certain boy walked on the hallways that led towards the classroom in which the next subject was going to be taught, speaking to his mother on the phone as he went. At first glance, it would be obvious that he wasn't from this country; he was far too fair skinned and maybe too tall at five feet and nine inches. He was Russian, like Malenkov, but those who barely know him would think otherwise. He sometimes spoke with an American dialect, and in other times, he muttered words with the recieved pronunciation of southern England. At other occasions, he sounds Scottish. Either way, this boy derived great pleasure from confusing the other students on his nationality. One could never truly guess until they looked at the name written in the card of his ID: Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin, a Russian student that came all the way from Sakhalin Island.

Those who knew a bit about him would know that his Noble Arm were a pair of hands made of stark white stone that seemed to absorb all attacks that are thrown against him. Some thus know him as the Fist, but he preferred Rogal Dorn... because, well, his Noble Arms were quite literally called the Imperial Fists.

He kept on walking towards class, either way, as Nikolay was not the type to be late; rather, he preferred to come early to his subjects. In this school, he was at 47th place, and though he wasn't particularly ambitious to raise it, he also wanted to maintain his position. There was something happening in the hallway, though... this girl that was wet all over and covered herself with a towel rushed past him in a hurry. He was guessing that she was a younger one, probably a grade ten or eleven. And... Воже Мой, was that Henry the Giant? He looked like his head was inches from hitting the ceiling, and Nikolay was guessing that he had a lot of trouble trying to fit into the Philippines' public transportation, which was built with much smaller people in mind. Anyways... He figured he could talk with someone before class started. Especially since that girl from earlier was drenched in water.

"Bloody Hell, mate.", he said to both Oscar and Henry with his British accent. "What on earth happened to... her? Did someone use water magic on her as a prank?"

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin

Appearance:

He stands at 5ft 9 ¼ inches tall and weighs 73 kilograms.

Name: Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin

Age: 18

Nationality: Russian

Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Imperial Fists - A pair of floating hands made of stark white stone. They glow a ghostly green whenever they are in use.


Noble Arm Rank: B
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Ranged/Retaliation/Close to Long Range

Noble Arm Abilities:

Consecration: Nikolay is able to command the Fists to his whim. Thus, he can use them for manipulating/holding objects and directly attacking assailants.

Retribution: The Fists are capable of absorbing and emitting energy from attacks directed against their wielder. They have an upper limit of absorption of up to the power of a hand grenade, though this is not known at this time. The Fists emit the energy that they receive in the following ways:
- Kinetic: Concussive Blasts/Increased Punching Force
- Fire: Fireballs/Firestreams
- Magic: Energy beams
- Radiation: Focused rays
- Electricity: Tesla bolts

Retribution is not without its faults. The Fists are tied directly to the user's state of mind; as such, losing focus or even just mere hesitation can cause them to stop whatever they are doing. They will also crack if they take in too much power, forcing them to return to the pocket dimension to regenerate.

Mobotone: The Fists switch to a red color and emit all stored energy. In return, they are able to fire beams of magic energy with a lengthy cooldown, though each shot has a high damage potential. Monotone can also switch to a rapid fire mode that rapidly shoots magic bullets, though this is ineffective against armored or shielded targets.

Misc Abilities:
Pretenseful Voice: He is able to switch accents at will, allowing him to present himself as an American, Englishman, or a Scotsman.

High Level Intelligence: He excels in most subjects, though he detests mathematics.

Personality: Nikolay Andreevich is a rather literal minded boy, as he often fails to comprehend idioms and metaphorical remarks. He usually takes words at face value, and as a result, is often the last person to understand a joke.

Despite this, however, he is quite intelligent and persevering, spending more time on books and writing than anything else. When out in the world, he is rather socially awkward and often speaks in sentence fragments. However, when in private with his close circle of friends, he can be seen as boisterous, insane even. He is quite affectionate towards his friends, and there has never been a time when he forgot anyone's birthday. Nikolay also does NOT like going solo, and prefers to do things together.
*Likes: Cats, Pizzas, the French, and hugs (and kisses).

*Dislikes: Communism, broccoli, mayonnaise, and most politicians.

Fears: Being abandoned.

Bio: Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin was born in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, the provincial capital of the Sakhalin Oblast in the Russian Far East north of Japan. He was the elder of two siblings, as he was older than his sister by three years. One look at his family immediately betrays the terrible kind of early life that he had in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk; his father, Pavel, was a massive alcoholic, a prime specimen of a casualty of Russia's crippling problem of alcoholism that has afflicted the nation ever since the Soviet Union fell. There were times when his father didn't return for days, and when he did, all he would do was sleep, and then demand more money from Nikolay's mother to satiate his addiction to vodka. While all of this was going on, Nikolay found refuge and companionship in the Internet, where it seemed that strangers from across the planet had far more compassion and understanding than his own alcohol addled father. In his spare time in between school and home, he would go out to the fields of Sakhalin, immersing himself in the tranquility of the wilds beyond civilization.

This continued until Nikolay was 16, when his mother, Katya, had enough, and moved along with her son and daughter to her parents in Vladivostok, leaving Pavel in Sakhalin to waste away. However, upon arrival in Vladivostok, they were robbed almost immediately as a thief snatched Katya's purse. It was at this time that Nikolay finally managed his Noble Arm as two hands of pure white rushed out of a portal and dragged the thief back towards them.

Word quickly got out, and his mother was elated to see that her son was indeed one of the gifted. Russia's own Noble Arm Universities called, but Trinidad University was closer to Vladivostok and thus was the first to send an invite. Nikolay looked upon a mother brimming with pride and a sister that will miss him very much, and swore to do his best as a student in Trinidad...

*Current Goal: Attain the best version of himself.
Student Rank: 47

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

My Hider

Appearance:

He stands at 5ft 9 ¼ inches tall and weighs 73 kilograms.

Name: Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin

Age: 18

Nationality: Russian

Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Imperial Fists - A pair of floating hands made of stark white stone. They glow a ghostly green whenever they are in use.


Noble Arm Rank: B
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Ranged/Retaliation/Close to Long Range

Noble Arm Abilities:

Consecration: Nikolay is able to command the Fists to his whim. Thus, he can use them for manipulating/holding objects and directly attacking assailants.

Retribution: The Fists are capable of absorbing and emitting energy from attacks directed against their wielder. They have an upper limit of absorption of up to the power of a single lightning bolt, though this is not known at this time. The Fists emit the energy that they receive in the following ways:
- Kinetic: Concussive Blasts/Increased Punching Force
- Fire: Fireballs/Firestreams
- Magic: Energy beams
- Radiation: Focused rays
- Electricity: Tesla bolts

Retribution is not without its faults. The Fists are tied directly to the user's state of mind; as such, losing focus or even just mere hesitation can cause them to stop whatever they are doing. They will also crack if they take in too much power, forcing them to return to the pocket dimension to regenerate.

Fortification: The Fists project an energy field in a radius of up to 20 meters for defense. This, however, drains energy the longer it is used, and is thus impractical for continual usage.

Misc Abilities:
Pretenseful Voice: He is able to switch accents at will, allowing him to present himself as an American, Englishman, or a Scotsman.

High Level Intelligence: He excels in most subjects, though he detests mathematics.

Personality: Nikolay Andreevich is a rather literal minded boy, as he often fails to comprehend idioms and metaphorical remarks. He usually takes words at face value, and as a result, is often the last person to understand a joke.

Despite this, however, he is quite intelligent and persevering, spending more time on books and writing than anything else. When out in the world, he is rather socially awkward and often speaks in sentence fragments. However, when in private with his close circle of friends, he can be seen as boisterous, insane even. He is quite affectionate towards his friends, and there has never been a time when he forgot anyone's birthday. Nikolay also does NOT like going solo, and prefers to do things together.
*Likes: Cats, Pizzas, the French, and hugs (and kisses).

*Dislikes: Communism, broccoli, mayonnaise, and most politicians.

Fears: Being abandoned.

Bio: Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin was born in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, the provincial capital of the Sakhalin Oblast in the Russian Far East north of Japan. He was the elder of two siblings, as he was older than his sister by three years. One look at his family immediately betrays the terrible kind of early life that he had in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk; his father, Pavel, was a massive alcoholic, a prime specimen of a casualty of Russia's crippling problem of alcoholism that has afflicted the nation ever since the Soviet Union fell. There were times when his father didn't return for days, and when he did, all he would do was sleep, and then demand more money from Nikolay's mother to satiate his addiction to vodka. While all of this was going on, Nikolay found refuge and companionship in the Internet, where it seemed that strangers from across the planet had far more compassion and understanding than his own alcohol addled father. In his spare time in between school and home, he would go out to the fields of Sakhalin, immersing himself in the tranquility of the wilds beyond civilization.

This continued until Nikolay was 16, when his mother, Katya, had enough, and moved along with her son and daughter to her parents in Vladivostok, leaving Pavel in Sakhalin to waste away. However, upon arrival in Vladivostok, they were robbed almost immediately as a thief snatched Katya's purse. It was at this time that Nikolay finally managed his Noble Arm as two hands of pure white rushed out of a portal and dragged the thief back towards them.

Word quickly got out, and his mother was elated to see that her son was indeed one of the gifted. Russia's own Noble Arm Universities called, but Trinidad University was closer to Vladivostok and thus was the first to send an invite. Nikolay looked upon a mother brimming with pride and a sister that will miss him very much, and swore to do his best as a student in Trinidad...

*Current Goal: Attain the best version of himself.
Student Rank: 47

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