Name:        Louis Waller
Age:         19
Gender:      Male
Appearance:  [img]http://i.imgur.com/yuJpZQu.png[/img]
Backstory:   Born to a renown gangster who, at advanced age of forty unexpectedly found true love and made enough dosh to settle down in the freshly-rebuilt and sufficiently remote little town of Angel Springs, Louis inherited from his father a great disregard for petty laws, love of high-class and expensive life, a strong sense of honor and a talent for music, emerging out of the womb whilst gnawing on his own umbilical cord - a sign of strength and good fortune. At the age of three, he was seriously burned by malfunctioning fireworks when his mother brought him outside to watch the celebration but made it through with scarce a scar remaining visible on his body. Since then he grew up a fuckin' delinquent just like his mother feared and, under the influence of his dad's ancestry, entered a small gang in which rose to the top and quickly rebuilt it in his image, now attempting somewhat poorly to do the honorable, proper and just organized crime as he imagines it while mercilessly going full batman on any sort of punks that try to mug people on the street - a criminal who does that is no better than just a fucking thug, you get me? 
He unofficially holds the only proper french-like cabaret in the city with an iron fist and even plays there at weekends. His family is equal parts proud that their son tries to uphold the ancient traditions of Wallers - for nine generations every male in bloodline was engaged in organized crime - and devastated because behaving like that in such a sweet little town is wrong and harmful both for the boy and the town.
I'll write some more later.

Likes:    Jazz Music, Luxury, "Honor", Kit-Kat Icecream, Praise and Gratification
Dislikes: "Improper" Crime, Disrespect, Combing Hair, Metal Music
Powers: Stando da
RIDERS ON THE STORM, CHANGER OF THE WAYS
A mighty stand that is only a bit more subtle than it's master, it treats anything it touches as a solid and hard object, bending and moving it as desired. It takes the form of a suit of armour made of shiny brass wearing a crimson swallow-tailed coat with tightly drawn, ringing guitar strings present where articulation joints and flesh of the wearer would otherwise be and trumpet and saxophone reeds serving as buttons, studs and buckles. The faceplate is a big round discus with vaguely human features. It was with Louis since his very birth or at least for as long as he remembers himself. It possesses of great physical strength and extends it's zone of authority for about 15 meters, allowing it to punch solidified air to deliver blows at large distance.