WEAPON, Austin Amsel Brandt

[AUSTIN BRANDT!]

[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #303030; -moz-border-radius: 1em 1em 1em 1em,bTable] weapon IT SEEMS TO ESCAPE ME Name: Austin Amsel Brandt Alias: Austin Gender: Female Age: 16 years old; born July 7, 1995 Weapon Form: Breaker AS SEEN THROUGH THE SOUL Appearance: In some strange happenstance of fate, Austin's weapon form is that of a titanium alloy baseball bat. The barrel is smooth and warm to the touch. Following somewhat along the lines of major-league rules, the diameter measures about two and three-fourth inches, but the length of fifty inches is eight inches longer than major-league rules allow for bats. It seems Austin just has to break some rules while she's breaking skulls, even if the rules don't really apply to her. In terms of appearance otherwise, the bat is mostly a dark, metallic red. However, emblazoned across the barrel in bold white letters is the word "BREAK"; this may or may not be what she expects the onlooker to do. Other than that, there isn't anything particularly unique about the bat itself. Personality Traits: [+] bold [+] competitive [+] good liar [+] natural leader [+] smart [+] strong [-] bitter [-] heedless of others [-] short-tempered [-] stubborn [-] unforgiving [-] unstable [-] untrusting [-] withdrawn Likes & Dislikes: [✔] being alone [✔] comic books [✔] dogs [✔] fighting [✔] lollipops [✔] metal [✔] movies [✔] running [✔] sports [✔] video games [✔] winning [✔] yoyos [✘] feeling helpless [✘] hospitals [✘] kishin [✘] losers [✘] losing [✘] people who make assumptions [✘] people who don't mind their own damn business [✘] people who think they're superior [✘] storms [✘] the dark Notes: Austin was born on July 7, 1995 in Germany. Her parents were both American, but they moved to the countryside of Germany to get away from fast-paced American life and live in peace. And they did, though their daughter wasn't always the sweetest little thing to them- particularly after she turned thirteen. All in all, they figured her attitude would eventually go away. It's just too bad that they would never live to see that. One lovely afternoon, a monstrous kishin larva found its way to their home in the middle of seemingly no where. It then proceeded to eat her parents, dragging them upstairs while Austin could do nothing but watch in horror from the kitchen, so paralyzed in fear was she. And for the next several months, she was a prisoner to the kishin's sadism; a plaything for the abomination. But one day, an opening came, and she ran out. Ran as fast and as far as she could. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to go. She doesn't remember much, after that. She remembers white walls and syringes; doctors and clipboards and droning voices. Two years of her life are blurred over with the haze of a crumbling mind. Then, just before her fifteenth birthday, she snapped out of it. The doctors called it a miracle, said her recovery was remarkably fast. Only, it was a ruse to get out of the sterilized hallways. She's only slightly less unstable than she was before and, in reality, her teetering on the edge of insanity is still a very real threat. For the most part, though, she just tries not to think about it. She was eventually released into the care of a foster family, but she was only with them for a short while before she started running again. This time, her running somehow brought her to Shibusen, a place where she could learn how to hurt the kishin back. She refused to be left so vulnerable ever again. Now if only she could actually get along with a Meister. "In the Name of Tragedy" - Motorhead "Kids With Guns" - Gorillaz "Play God" - Deathstars THE SECRETS I LET OUT Soul Resonance: When she doesn't want to completely turn into a bat, she can turn half of her limbs into one, instead (though only one limb at a time). For example, she could change her leg from the knee down, or her arm from the elbow down. This allows for mobility as well as an extra kick to her attacks (sometimes literally). Resonance Name - Description Resonance Name - Description Resonance Name - Description Performance: Move like you're making a home run and swing like you're up to bat. That's Austin's motto, when it comes to combat. Being the athletic type she is, she's able to move quickly. And being as experienced as she is with baseball, having spent long stretches of time at cheap batting ranges, she's able to swing just as hard and fast. But no matter how she moves, the end result will always be the same thing: bludgeoning the other guy either to death or submission, depending on the situation. In the hands of a meister, it would basically be the exact same thing, but with a lack of her own control. She isn't sure how she would feel about that, given her slow-to-trust nature. If she could, she'd gladly go it as a lone wolf, but apparently that's against some BS rules at the academy. So when you get down to it, she's just some regular baseball bat. In battle, she has all of the strengths and weaknesses one would expect to have with a regular baseball bat: she can hit hard, but you have to get up close and personal to do any damage. The only advantage she has over normal bats is that she is much less liable to break or bend. THE PUPPETEER Name: Moxy! Age: 16 years old. RP Experience: At least seven or eight years. Password: Rainbow! RP Sample: So maybe she woke up almost half an hour late. It was no big deal. It was just a class for meister-weapon pairs, anyway. In all honesty, she could scarcely care less for the class, and she wasn't even sure why it was on her class list when she didn't even have a meister. She'd been here for almost two weeks now, and she couldn't make herself get along with any of the losers here long enough to form a competent team. When you got down to it, she couldn't stand these people enough to even consider them for that whole “friendship” thing. Like hell she'd trust her life in their hands to smash in kishin. Just that word, “kishin,” sent shivers down her spine and made her blood boil at the same time. Her brow furrowed as she walked, cheap tennis shoes scuffing against the stone floor. It was obvious from her demeanor alone that, even though she was at least five minutes late to class now, she didn't care. And why would she? Chances are, she'd be alone and out of any action for good damn long time. It suited her to be alone, but gods damn the rule that kept her from going out and killing things on her own! It wasn't as though she couldn't handle herself in a fight. It was all stupid, in her eyes! She groaned a little to herself as she finally approached the door to the class. The teacher would probably be pissed. Again. Oh, well. They'd be glad that she at least bothered to show up to this useless class at all. With a sigh, she pulled open the door and let herself in. The class had been in the middle of something. Some kind of worksheet, from the look of it. Stupid. But they all stopped their writing and at the very least glanced up to see who had entered the room. Most went right back to work; a few whispers were traded among the crowd, but for the most part, they had probably gotten used to her coming in late. Just as well. It was only the teacher that stared at her for a prolonged time, seemingly irked. But she just walked in and took her seat- one of the few empty ones. From the look the teacher was giving her, she was guessing he wanted to see her after class. Not like she had anywhere important to go, so that was just as well, too. Not like anyone but the teacher was waiting on me, anyway. Face Claim: [b]THE MELANCHOLY OF HARUHI SUZUMIYA,[/b] [i]kyonko[/i] Credit To: Death the Kid of SR

[ETHAN REDD!]

Looks good. I see no problem. Approved!