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GIBSON VES HAWKIN


Name:

Gibson Ves Hawkin (Nicknamed hot leg hawkin)

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Brief description of appearance:

Gibson ves Hawkin is a 6 foot tall male with almost white pale skin, dark hazel eyes, white lipstick and black braided dreadlocks reaching half way down his back, Gibson wear's two black lip piercings on each side of his bottom lip and three silver stubs on his nose on either side, he also has a tattoo on his right cheek of a black kissmark ontop of a silver coloured butterfly tattoo.

Wearing a set of thick black fishnets for a shirt, and a black bowtie for his upperbody, Gibson wears for his lower body a set of baggy japanese school pants, with a japanese school jacket tied around his waist, and a pair of heavy black high rock punk boots. Supports two tattoos on each hand, on his left reads kiss the other reads love.

Personality summary:

Affectionate, caring and loving, Gibson is a very protective individual , and is a romantic despite his odd Gothic looking appearance. Treating both man and women respectively and is simply someone who gets looked at the wrong way for his odd looks. He is smart and adaptable to his environment and despite some shyness, is very open to his own opinion and will express what he believes is the best course of action.

Gibson is the type of friend you would like to have, he's not a user, laughs at jokes and is always around for the bad times, a friend you can trust. Gibson is very protective of his friends and will not hesitate to assault those who injure or threaten his friends, and would rather get beat up instead of his friends can escape, believing the lives of his comrades and allies are more important than he is.

Short biography:

Gibson has been a resident of Pleasant Valley for a few years, a transfer student during the beginning of his junior year, Gibson came from the bustling huge city to the boonies because of family financial issues, losing his beautiful apartment along with his mother and father, forced into living in a single flat home at Pleasant Valley, from riches to rags.

As such, in order to pay for his home, since jobs were hard to come by, Gibson was one of the original creators of the Boomtown Rats, along with a few others, and, against his better nature, for the good of his loving mother and father, did many questionable acts, and resorted to vigilantism to pay for his families home.

Gibson on his move to Pleasant Valley came into contact with his stand the moment he set foot in the town, when he accidently sunk his fist into a tv out of repressed anger, only to immediately remove his hand, with no damage to the tv screen, and a black knife in his grip.

With these powers at his disposal, Gibson decided to use his power to acquire new goods to steal from the authorities and otherwise, to make up the cash needed to keep their family alive, though this vigilantism wasn't enough to save his mother, who died of a heart attack a year prior, leaving only an old dying man and the young boy left to live in their home.

Dark Secret:

Stand:


Name:

The Darkness

Description of Appearance:

Appearing like a pure black version of gibson, but with a helmet in the shape of this:

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The stand also wears a open chested skintight zebra striped suit, like this:

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and stands at 6 feet tall like gibson.

Power:

Black manipulation - Using his stand The Darkness, Gibson can pull his hand into anything that is black in colour such as turned off TV screens, black pavements, etc and manipulate the darkness to form a weapon such as a knife, sword or grenade or an object of his choosing, such as a key though the size of the object can only be measured by the size of the "blackness" he reaches into. His stand can also use these weapons and sink into the blackness and attack his opponents from within other black surfaces, appearing and reemerging from on any black surface, making him incredibly capable of damage at night, Gibson can look through the eyes of his stand like a second pair.

Stats:

Destructive Power: C
Speed: B
Range: A
Durability: C
Precision: B
Rida does any more shit like that and Alistair's going to fucking Road Roller her!

@onewayout

Eminence winced a little in shock when she explained that she had "broke a nail" Only to reveal the rather cringe worthy sight of the bloody finger, not very use to human/faunus blood, he turned away and pushed his hands infront of himself to "shield" his eyes away from the vision of her finger.

"Ah! Hey! u- use your aura to heal it! That looks like it hurts! Urrgh, I don't know why, but... urrgh, looking at those types of "cuts" make me squirm...! I'm lucky i have no intention of being a medic when i'm older..."

Eminence's face went paler from just looking at it, though when Prue explained that they have no respect for a "expensive manicure", the Manchester simply nodded his head to get it out of the way, marching onward towards the north.

"Y- yeah sure, just... don't have me look at that, it's ... a bit creepy...!"

Eminence shuddered, clutching his hands around his chest, his tone having changed to a rather.. timid one, as his stance grew more... scared and upset, seemingly not taking the wound too well.

"I- i'm sorry... I didn't mean to be rude... i- it's just... I'm ... not use to... looking at... that kind of blood..." He expressed sadly. Eminence could only think of his mother when he saw blood, but before he could dwell on it too long, he shook his head, heading off to find the location of the relics.

"L- lets move."
-void-
There's not exactly much I can reply to, so I'll just make a quick enough post being like "Spaceships, okay" XD
@cubix @leslie hall @cultural titan @cuccoruler

Alistair wanted to laugh at just how much his younger brother was glowing at the gift, to see him happy made him happy, but with the way his eyes gazed, like a sword piercing through a foe, Alistair knew that there was no room for guessing what was inside for his youngest sibling, his expression was so merry, it was as if Alistair had just dropped a thick slab of meat in front of a puppy, both he'd wager would act very much the same, with similar goofy smirks on both their visages.

Exchanging their brotherly gestures, Alistair continued to show joy through his facial expressions, and proceeded to apply the same gesture back to his brother, to symbolize his love back for him, though when his parents entered the room, Alistair's expression turned to a more neutral, more respectable one, standing to attention, only to witness in absolute amazement the bucket collapsing onto both their heads. At that moment Alistairs heart stopped once more, fearful of what was going to happen... not so much for mother, she, no matter what, would never alter her pitch in such a way to upset another, and simply smiled as if praising the princess, too much praise Alistair thought, and he quickly turned his head to the RAT, the princess, the brat, and snarled almost, approaching his seat, he grumbled under his breath, not wanting to cause any... distress with the family, though as he sat down, the bucket immediately landed on top of his head, and in that moment, he fell silent... His body refused to move...

"You two really are bucketheads!" She yipped, like a pathetic, whiny fox, both Alistair and his younger sibling having been subjected to the brats tricks, along with their parents... Just when he assumed he was going to have a peaceful day, his mood had reverted into a sour, angry scowl.

Gripping the edges of the bucket, Alistair removed it by simply ripping the thing in half from his face, and once his face revealed itself, Rida was forced to glare into the blazing eyes of his brother, as he dropped the remains of the bucket by his side, cracking his knuckles aggressively.

"........" Alistair was silent, instead of speaking, he simply scowled in disdain... He wanted to discipline her, teach her a lesson on why such behavior was not welcome in front of others nor welcome at all at any moment in time, though he knew he wasn't the one to give her justice for this, he would simply have to "enjoy" the ruined breakfast evening as best he could, leave it to a sister to ruin a perfect morning, turning his head to look at his mother, once her hand was placed upon his shoulder, allowing his aggressive expression to soften to a less threatening one, for his mother.

"Your father's court means well, but they will most certainly try and dismiss his plea today. I'm going to need your support today, since they will inevitably try and belittle my opinion on the subject and insist I take my leave"

Alistair listened to her carefully, understanding exactly what she was on about, nodding his head silently in agreement, to hopefully remove some of her worry, he wasn't going to allow the court to dismiss his mother, nor reject fathers plea's, and he'd make it certain they understand what needs to be done.

When his father and mother had finally sat down, he heard his father ask about what they were going to do with their trouble maker... Alistair unfortunately, couldn't keep himself from speaking up.

"Far less than she deserves..." He said with venomous spite.
I'l make a post in an hour or two maybe, there's a lot to read :p lol.
-nvm this post-

can't wait for the OC!
Sentence added dictating that Sariel did in fact stop in front of Lethonel's door. @The_written_John I don't need you to correct your post accordingly.




...

Okay! XD
but now the brothers are bucketheads! XD

Alistair: Oh sister!



Alistair in his head ... ^

EDIT: OSHIT, uh, Cuccoruler... Alistair and Lethonal didn't sit down yet... XD
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