[Center][Hider=Chino Rossini] [h3][url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gioachino_Rossini]Chino Rossini[/url][/h3] [sub][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/b36828cd-75e3-4b02-b0e1-0537eba41e00/da3ud8b-ec8219e6-1c14-4579-bed4-9d79b3b09daa.png/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1448,strp/anime_original_anime_art_anime_anime_girl_2077769_by_starsocean_da3ud8b-fullview.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTQ0OCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2IzNjgyOGNkLTc1ZTMtNGIwMi1iMGUxLTA1MzdlYmE0MWUwMFwvZGEzdWQ4Yi1lYzgyMTllNi0xYzE0LTQ1NzktYmVkNC05ZDc5YjNiMDlkYWEucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.RfK9yH_f59V0IuNEryOC8mSSo6krKMd7suFD6irz-Ec[/img][/sub] [h3][color=black]"I'm worth more than just my voice; Don't downplay me, bastard!"[/color][/h3] [hr] [b]-NAME-[/b] [color=black]"Chino Rossini; Local pub singer, and person-breaker, if you're a pain in the ass!"[/color] [b]-PERSONALITY-[/b] [color=black]"Which part of me do you want to hear about? The reserved singing girl, or the one that beats your ass after you try to grab mine? i tend to keep to myself during work; Seems to give the guys an impression that I'm shy, or gentle. It's absolute bullshit, but if I get my cash, I don't really care. If they touch me though, I won't hesitate to beat them within an inch of their life! I can't stand perverted bastards, you know? I don't ask for much, but respect is just a normal thing to want: It shouldn't be this hard. Now I'm not just some punk; Well, to some people I might be, but I know me better than anyone else: I can be kind! I like teasing my friends, sure, but I'd never let them down! I try my best to be reliable, but admittedly sometimes I fuck up and do something stupid; Human nature, right? Everyone does something stupid every once in awhile, right? While I don't hesitate to beat the hell out of scumbags, that doesn't mean I just give a beat down to anybody who passes me by: I'd much rather protect an innocent person than hurt one: Especially women and children, as I figure most men can take care of themselves. Though if they proved to need it, I'd help them too. Just give them a hard time about it afterwards, heheh. I also [b][i]love[/i][/b] cute shit. Stuffed animals, actual animals, baby animals... Maybe I just like animals? Cute animals, though. While I have a generally tough exterior I still have some gentleness underneath: I tend to push it off in my own harassing way, but I can be caring and considerate with someone I like. 'Love' isn't really a thing I put into my head, unless my dad counts: But maybe I'll feel that towards someone else one day. This is getting drawn out, I'm gonna wrap it up, 'kay? I'm a bit of a jerkass, but I've got a heart of gold-- Wait, wait. Maybe not gold. More like silver? Yeah. Silver heart of gold-- I mean, god[b]damn[/b] it! A heart of silver! Yeah. Are you laughing at me?![/color] [color=purple][h2]ゴ ゴ ゴ ゴ[/h2][/color] [color=black]You [i]bastard, I'll kick your [b]ass![/b][/i]"[/color] [b]-HEIGHT AND WEIGHT-[/b] [color=black]"This is an easy way to get me to beat the hell outta you; You don't ask a girl these questions! ... I stand at five feet, six inches: And I weigh somewhere around one-hundred & forty pounds? Good enough?"[/color] [b]-AGE-[/b] [color=black]"I'm twenty-three and insecure: Asking my age does [i]not help.[/i]"[/color] [b]-GENDER-[/b] [color=black]"Are you serious? I'm a girl."[/color] [b]-BACKSTORY-[/b] [color=black]"Florence has been my home for as long as I can remember: My father brought me here from somewhere, and I lived out my childhood here up until my current adulthood. Dad's a troublesome bastard; A bit of a gambler, gets himself in situations he shouldn't. I used to sing on street corners just trying to make a buck to eat on; But in retrospect, it wasn't that bad. I learned to take care of myself early on, and I never had to rely on anyone else growing up. I got scrappy when I had to, and I always did love singing: Maybe it was actually a pretty good early life. I've managed to get a bit older, and job opportunities have struck: I make my money by taking performances in pubs, singing for patrons and getting harassed by them for it. There was one bad case in particular where a man followed me out after my late leave; Bastard tried to grab me up in the alleyway. That's when I truly learned of my power; A presence I could always feel, but only just now lashed out to save me from a harasser; The microphone appeared in my hand as I screamed, the amplifier near my shoulders pointing at the man and blasting him to the ground with what seemed like pure force in the winds. After that I had control; I used my Stand during performances as I found it could affect my pitch and turn my singing even more beautiful than it usually ways. Helped me make more money; But it always did sort of concern me that I had such a thing... I couldn't bring myself to ask my father about it, but I had a feeling such a thing wasn't normal: He probably couldn't tell me jack shit if I tried, so I just rolled with it. So, my life wasn't really bizarre until the microphone-spirit-thing. It got weirder than that though! Much weirder. I've felt strange lately. I had this horrid moment where I blinked and I swore the whole world around me fell apart; Usually I didn't care about being a general loner, but this feeling... It was so cold, and empty. Like I was stuck in nothingness, unable to even breathe. When I opened my eyes I snapped out of it, but had to gasp for breath. I've been scared of trying to sleep since it happened; It's left me concerned, and sleep deprived. That I could live with; But what I couldn't live with was my dad disappearing. His dumbass just wasn't home one day; And I had no idea where he went. I checked out all his usual spots, but he was just... Gone. Sure he was a deadbeat for the most part, but damn it, he was my dad! The police didn't know anything: Nobody had any answers! I ended up living alone, angry saddened and confused at what the hell had happened. Thoughts of that cold, empty void came back to me; Scaring me, honestly. Was that going to be my life eventually? Empty, and nothing? I still had to work. It's all I could do; Keep myself going. And if that all wasn't bizarre enough, this man showed up at the pub one day: Diavolo. He wasn't grabbing at me or throwing me money, rather he was there to just... Speak with me directly. I was familiar with my power and the potential destructive force it held, but I never trained with it because I was just a singer doing my work. But he seemed to know about what happened to my dad, about my power, and what I could do. Now, I wasn't one to entirely trust strangers. But this guy seemed to know something: And if anything he knew could help me get my dad back? I was definitely open to listen. [/color] [hr] [img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/627978385687183360/635545195114659860/PITCH_PERFECT_B.png[/img] [b]-STAND NAME-[/b] [h3][color=black][url=https://www.google.com/search?q=pitch+perfect&rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS814US814&oq=pitch+perfect&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l5.4794j0j9&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8]「 PITCH PERFECT ACT ONE 」[/url][/color][/h3] [b][i][sub]ENGRISH VER.[/sub][/i][/b] [color=black]「 PISHHU PURRFECT, ACT ONE 」[/color] [b][i][sub]ENG. DUB NAME[/sub][/i][/b] [color=black]「 FLAWLESS TONE ACT ONE 」[/color] [b]-STAND ABILITIES-[/b] [color=black]「 PITCH PERFECT ACT ONE 」is a stand summoned in the form of a microphone and floating amplifier for me to use. It has no self-combat ability, and no real form of defense aside from using it's abilities in a defensive manner. It allows me to use my voice to manipulate sound, using soundwaves for offensive and defense. 「 ACT ONE: SENDIN' TUNES」Is my Stand's current main ability. Using my Stand, I can turn my voice into a weapon; Sending damaging soundwaves that cause harm on contact; Directly hitting lighter targets while vibrating and causing damage through the armors of heavier opponents. Soundwaves require a medium to be sent as an attack; Air, ground, water: If somehow I were to be isolated from these things, I would be powerless. My job is to simply make the noise; The amplifier part of my Stand follows my eyesight, so aiming is a breeze unless I'm blinded. Even though I'm the user, I can be damaged by my own soundwaves; So targeting near myself is risky, but may be necessary if I need to escape. This leads into my Stand's secondary ability, however... 「 ACT ONE: BLAST THE MUSIC」Spins my amplifier to face behind me; Allowing me to use my soundwaves as propulsion to move forward, or upwards. This speed is good for an escape, but still requires me to make noise in order to use it; So if I'm somehow muted, it's absolutely useless. This is generally also useless without air or water, depending on if I'm swimming or not; Because I still need them as a medium."[/color] [b]-STAND CRY-[/b] [color=black][b]FIGAFIGAFIGAFIGA, FIGAAAAAROOOO!![/b][/color] [b]-HEIGHT-[/b] [color=black]Dimensions of the Amplifier: 12.2 x 17.1 x 5.5 inches[/color] [b]-OBTAINED-[/b] [color=black][sub][i]INHERITED?[/i][/sub] "I've felt it's presence since I was young; It's been with me all my life. My deadbeat dad... Did he know about this even if I didn't tell him? Maybe I should've confronted him before he disappeared..."[/color] [b]-APPEARANCE-[/b] [color=black]"It takes the form of a baby-blue colored amplifier, and a black microphone. Where there would be a brand title on the amplifier, it simply says "C.H.I.N.O" instead. The amplifier also has a handle atop it, if for whatever reason I felt the need to grab it, I guess? It just floats around with me though..."[/color] [/Hider][/Center]