Name: Kris Maxwell
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance:

Kris is the kind of person who would be quite attractive if only he took care of himself. He’s a little shorter than average with delicate facial features, and a thin frame that’s usually covered up by baggy clothes. He doesn’t exactly look healthy; his eyes have dark circles under them, his skin is pale, and his typical expressions range from blank to sour. His voice is quiet and monotone, rarely going above “inside voice” levels.

History
Dysfunction runs in the Maxwell family. Kris’ mother is paranoid, and his father is a hoarder. They’re nice enough people, but not particularly stable. A lot of the time, they left Kris to his own devices, too wrapped up in their own issues to keep a close eye on him. As a kid, he didn’t try to make any friends, preferring to stay on his own.
Once he was old enough to be out unsupervised (maybe a little earlier than most), he took to exploring the many run-down and abandoned lots and buildings in his city. He was particularly interested in the graffiti that covered most of the walls. Overlooking the cartoony genitalia and scrawled obscenities, Kris found inspiring and creative designs. He started drawing his own, which obviously didn’t please the authorities.
Kris’ parents dismissed his trouble with the law, not wanting to stifle his creativity, but he still tried to keep his activities subtle. Very quickly, he had a routine; he’d spend the school day bored and uncomfortable, then spend his free time drawing on walls and hanging out with stray animals before going back home for dinner.
What he liked to draw the most were eyes. For reasons he couldn’t quite put into words, the image of an eye was just compelling to him. Drawing them just felt right. Eventually, he started feeling something odd. It was this new consciousness within him, like he was suddenly aware of something completely new. Once it became too much to ignore, he tried to investigate it. Sitting alone in his room, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on the new feeling. When he opened them, half of his vision had changed, and he was looking at a city street. He closed his eyes again, and he saw an empty lot. Again, and he was looking at himself. He realized that he could see out of one of the eyes he had drawn on his walls.
By this point in his life, he had recently graduated high school and started working at a bookstore, as he had neither the money nor the desire to attend college. Soon after, he moved into his own apartment. He now lives by himself in a cheap, shitty apartment that he loves. He continues to work on his art during both work and his free time. He’s considering volunteering at an animal shelter, but he’s worried he might scare people away from adopting. He would adopt a cat himself, but he’s not confident he would be able to take care of it.

Personality
Kris isn’t what you would call friendly, or pleasant, or inviting. Just about the opposite, really. Having positive interactions with people just isn’t something he does often. If he’s forced into a social gathering, he prefers to just sit on the edge and ignore everyone else. If you’re persistent enough, he will start to talk to you; though he won’t be much of a conversationalist.
Once you get to know him, he starts to show some surprising traits. Though he comes off as overly serious, he actually has a very healthy sense of humor, with a taste for absurdity and sarcasm. He also has a soft spot for animals and cute mascot characters. If he likes you enough to invite you into his apartment, you’ll see multiple shelves full of Rilakkuma, Gudetama, and Pusheen figures, and his phone is full of pictures of animals he comes across. In fact, the only time he’s willing to come up to a stranger and talk to them is when he asks someone if he can pet their dog.
If you look past the surface, it becomes more and more clear that Kris’ hostile exterior is the result of social awkwardness rather than genuine malice, and even though he isn't personable or emotionally literate, he's incredibly reliable and trustworthy.

Abilities
Drawing - He fills up sketchbooks pretty quickly with graffiti-style designs.
Intimidation - He was practically made to play Bad Cop.
Cool Head - He doesn’t get psyched out easily, and can often be a calming presence in a chaotic situation.
Good with Animals - Animals love him, and he loves them back.

Stand
Name: Dark Eyes
Namesake: Dark Eyes by DeVotchKa
Appearance:

When Kris uses his ability, his right eye turns almost entirely red, save for a white pupil. As he uses it longer, red veins start spreading across his face. As he starts to reach his limit, his eye will start oozing red, and his nose will bleed. If he goes for too long, his eye will remain bloodshot after he stops using his ability.
Personality: None
Type: Long-Range

Destructive Power: Null
Speed: Null
Range: A
Durability: Null
Precision: C
Developmental Potential: B

Ability:
If Kris draws an eye on any surface, he can see through it as if it were his own eye.
He can also hear sounds made within earshot of where the eye is drawn.
To count as an eye, the drawing must have at least an upper and lower lid, an iris, and a pupil.
He can only see through one eye at a time.
His range is a few hundred meters. His abilities reach roughly within a neighborhood-sized area.
If a drawing is covered up or erased (either fully or partially), Kris can no longer see through it, and it's not a pleasant sensation.
When Kris is looking through an eye, the drawing will blink and move its gaze with him.
Using his stand takes a physical toll on Kris. He can only use it for a certain amount of time before he starts to get migraines and nosebleeds, usually incapacitating himself for a little while. This time limit can be extended with endurance training.

Extras
Because his stand isn’t capable of combat, he carries a metal baseball bat with him for self-defense.
He also carries a roll of blank stickers and multiple markers, in case he needs to quickly stick an eye on something.
No matter what the temperature is, he always feels at least a little cold.
He has a habit of talking to himself when trying to figure something out.
An example of his voice and speech patterns.

Name: Daniel Traube
Gender: Male
Age:19
Appearance:
Standing in at Five feet eleven inches, Daniel has a pretty average body shape, and isn't super athletic. He doesn't go outside much resulting in pretty pale skin. He usually takes his Beanie off indoors, as well as his jacket.

History
Born to a single Father, who ran and owned a History Museum, Daniel always found the place exciting, especially the weaponry. Cannons, Sabers, Bows and Arrows, all were fascinating to him. Rather than seeing them as weapons of war, Daniel saw them as a form of art. The ingenuity, mechanics, and inventiveness of them was often astounding. Not to mention each person usually poured their heart and soul into them for older weapons.

It was when Daniel turned 16 that the power of the Stand awakened to him. A new exhibit had appeared overnight, according to Daniel. His father and his friends told him he was a little to old to be playing pretend. He even tried taking pictures and showing them, but to no avail. To Daniel, a beautiful swords with a platinum sheen hung on the wall seemingly on its own. Pulling the sword off of the wall, he noticed an inscription along the hilt. "DRAGON SLAYER" it read. Setting the sword down, it immediately dissipated. Daniel stood in confusion, before getting the idea to call out to it. Calling out "Dragon Slayer" and holding his hand out, the sword appeared back in his hand.

Daniel would spend the next three years figuring out the sword, and its seemingly magical properties.

Personality
While a keen interest in weaponry may raise a red flag or two, Daniel knows he would never hurt another person unless his life depended on it. While somewhat introverted, Daniel is always game for meeting new friends, and learning something new.

Abilities
History buff- Being the son of a history museum owner generally gives you a keen understanding of history.
Sword proficiency- Wielding Dragon Slayer for 3 years, Daniel has taught himself how to use it.
Charismatic- Talking to people nearly every day, Daniel has learned what to say and when to say it to get people interested in what he has to say.

Stand
Name: Dragon Slayer
Namesake: The song "Dragon Slayer" by NSP
Appearance:
The whole Sword is about 5 feet long. The blade appears to be made of some sort of stainless steel, with gold ornaments and blue leather-like wrappings around the hilt. The sword is almost weightless, and can be wielded with one hand, but the hilt is big enough for two hands.

Personality: N/A
Type: Close Range

Destructive Power: "A" on nonliving things "D" on living things.

Speed: Null. Dragon Slayer is on object, and cannot move on its own.

Range: "E" as Dragon Slayer is a Sword, and is only about 5 feet long.

Durability: "B" Dragon Slayer has a higher durability than steel, like that of titanium, and does not reflect damage to it's user. If Dragon Slayer is broken, it dissipates, and Daniel must wait a short while before he is able to re-summon it

Precision: "D". While Daniel does most of the work, Dragon Slayer seems to give a slight tug or pull in the direction he needs to aim to block or attack the most efficiently and effectively.

Developmental Potential: "D" there might be a thing or two Daniel could learn to do with his Stand, but not a whole lot.

Ability: Dragon Slayer has the Ability to slice through almost any nonliving thing. Cars, buildings, and boulders can be cut through like a hot knife through butter. Against living things however, he might as well be using a lead pipe. Stands are counted as living things.

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Appearance:
Joy is an average height, and likes to think she's quite pretty. She's curvy, and takes good care of her skin, her hair, her everything. She dresses nicely, wearing a lot of skirts and dresses, and takes pride in her appearance, which is plain to see. She doesn't take well to insults about her appearance.

History:
Joy has had an alright life. Nothing especially bad has ever happened to her, and with an luck, it never will. She grew up with her sister, who is considerably older than her, and her single mother. They weren't particularly well off, but they lived a comfortable life. With a ten year age gap, her sister moved away when Joy was eight. She comes to visit every now and then, but they don't see each other very often. She still lives with her mother, and plans to move out soon. There isn't much that is particularly memorable about her life so far.

Except for one thing, the first time she stole something. An impulse decision, a candy bar for herself on a Sunday afternoon. It took a minute, and she was never caught. Just once more, she told herself, and she took ten more. Maybe she'll feel guilty about it later, but it isn't as if she can just give it back. Other people might mind, but it isn't their problem. Joy takes things from them too. Small things, nothing they would miss, but just little keepsakes. She regrets those, but again, she can't give them back. And she just can't stop herself either, no matter how hard she tries. She keeps on doing it, because she hasn't been caught yet, and, well, one more time won't hurt.

It's even easier with her stand. Instead of waiting for people to avert their eyes, she could do it herself. So maybe what she's doing isn't right. But that's no one's business but her own. After all, she's a good person, and she won't let anyone tell her otherwise.

Personality:
Joy is nice to talk to. She's extroverted, friendly, and doesn't mind carrying the conversation or lending an ear if it's needed. She likes talking to people. All of her emotions read plainly on her face, and it isn't difficult to guess how she's feeling.

However, if she feels threatened by anything anyone says, she is quick to become defensive. Joy tends to divert the blame for her wrongdoings where possible, never fully accepting responsibility for her mistakes. She hates when things don't go the way she wants, and she isn't good at hiding it. However, she is also very prideful, and doesn't like it when people try to help her when things go wrong, and especially when they mention her odd habit of taking things.

Abilities:
Joy is a pretty good thief. She can take things without guilt, and get away with it too. If things go south, she can always rely on her stand to get her out. Furthermore, she's good at singing, and knows a lot of card tricks too. She just thinks they're cool.

Name:
「Heart of Glass」

Namesake:
Heart of Glass

Appearance:
「Heart of Glass」is humanoid and effeminate, and is smaller than Joy. Its body is transparent, but distorts the light that passes through it like glass. It has no facial features, though between its collarbones is the thick, black outline of a heart, which is visible from both sides, due to its transparency.

Personality:
「Heart of Glass」comes off as quite childish. It cannot talk, but floats around in circles out of some sort of boredom. If something goes wrong for it or Joy, it appears to show annoyance. Like children, it seems to get nervous around strangers, and spends a lot of time hiding behind Joy when it is out. It will still move elsewhere if she instructs it to, but if it can be close to her, it will try to be.

Type: close-range

Stand Stats:
Destructive Power: D
Speed: A
Range: C
Durability: D
Precision: E
Developmental Potential: A

Ability:
Whenever「Heart of Glass」touches anything, it temporarily loses one of its senses. At present, Joy is only capable of removing sight. When blinded, it will only see black, though all other senses are intact. This effect is applied the whole time that「Heart of Glass」is touching the victim, and after it lets go, it persists for either 5 seconds. The effect is lost if they are at least 10m away from the stand.

Name: Coyote Briggs
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:


History:
Coyote was born in Seattle, WA, to a neglectful mother and an absentee father, and lots of time to himself to ponder his situation. He was something of an unruly child, growing up without much in the way of boundaries or limits on his behavior, so he ended up having to learn those lessons himself. Sometimes the hard way. As things piled up, and Coyote's behavior became unacceptable, his father finally took notice, and tried to find a more constructive outlet for his son to pour his energies into. Remembering his own rowdy youth, he had an idea, scraped up what money he could spare, and bought Coyote a well-worn acoustic guitar for his 14th birthday, with the promise that he'd actually learn to play it.

To everyone's surprise- not the least of which Coyote's own- it started to spark a change in the young man. For once in his life, even if it wasn't perfect, he had something beautiful to call his own, to use. He started slowly, at first; stumbling plucks at the strings, hesitant starts and abrupt stops. But as his practice continued, and his skill grew, it became clear that Coyote had an innate gift for music. It wasn't perfect, and there were still troubles every now and again. But for once in his life, he had something worthwhile to pursue. Through his skill and hobbies, he even met others who shared his interests, finding his first real friends, and hitting upon a brilliant (supposedly) idea: to form a band. And so, with a little stumbling here or there, the band Bones was brought into being.

Throughout high school, and just after, Bones played at every venue they could book in Seattle, everything from bars to birthday parties, and anything in between. They played at "battle of the band" competitions, making a name for themselves on Seattle's independent scene. Eventually, however, it became clear that Bones was never going to get any bigger just playing for drunk clubgoers or wedding guests. It was Coyote who found what could promise to be their big break- a national competition in New York, where the grand prize would not only give them the means to live comfortably for quite a while, but where their victory might even get them noticed by someone with clout in the industry- enough to get them into a proper recording booth, at least.

So, guitar in hand, Coyote and his bandmates boarded a plane, headed off to seek their "destiny," or whatever. Little did Coyote know, however, what destiny actually had in mind for him...

Personality:
Aggressively cheerful, Coyote is loud, brash, and never shy about speaking his mind in the slightest. He's fiercely protective of those he considers friends, especially his band, Bones. He may have trouble reining in his passions sometimes, but he never means any harm in it. Not intentionally or directly, anyway. He particularly has a fondness for good food and drink, especially when he can share it with others. Despite his loudness, Coyote is a fairly intelligent and thoughtful sort in his downtime, with a special interest in science fiction and/or urban fantasy novels when he can find time to read.

He's a surprisingly picky eater, being a line cook at his "day job."

Abilities:
Coyote can play both bass and guitar proficiently (acoustic and electric alike), and is passable on drums and vocals. He's also a decent brawler, given a chance to show off.

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Stand
As of the start of the RP, Coyote's Stand has not manifested yet. When it does, however...