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He has a truck. And I never said where he was taken to in his backstory
I could just have him drive into wherever it is we're starting
As Max entered the first bar he found, he noticed quite a colorful group of individuals. Including, oddly enough, a little boy and girl...strange. Taking a seat, he pulled out a card that had a glass of milk in it, still as cold and fresh as the day he put it in. He quickly unsealed it and began drinking it. As he enjoyed his frosty beverage, he watched the festivities. 'Aren't those two a bit too young to be in a place like this? And where are their parents?' he wondered about the young boy and girl 'now that I think about it...I seem to recall something about a group of pirates setting up shop here. I wonder if they killed their parents? Poor kids, I know what that feels like'
Nathan shook his head "it's not that easy; I've hated being a Dragonite for a long time. Hell, I even spent a few years looking for a cursed item that turn anyone into a powerless human. Turns out it was just a rumor. Ever since my parents died...I've had to stay in this form. Because every time I transform, bad things happen." He sighed "Do you remember that story I told about how I killed the people who killed my parents, along with everyone with me?...Well, I told a lie; it wasn't a spell that killed them all, it was my full form. I thrashed about and squashed everyone nearby. By the time I came to my senses, all the towns folk were throwing things at me, they were calling me a monster...and they were right" Tears began to leak out of his eyes "They're so tiny...Everyone is so tiny when you're that big. And so fragile. All it'd take is one misstep-- one slip-- and I could smash someone into nothing...again. Ever since that day, I've been in this form. That way I don't kill someone without knowing it."

He sat back down on the bed "Its hard. Listening to mothers telling their kids a bedtime story about evil dragons who kidnap princesses, only for them to be rescued by their prince charming. After awhile...it starts to get to you. I began to imagine myself as the dragon...the monster, whenever I heard those stories. And after traveling for so long and watch my kin committing horrid act after horrid act, I began to agree with them. Did you know what they used to call me when I was still traveling; the Dragon Slayer. I got good at killing my own kind. In fact, that's how I got into the academy, someone from it saw me in action at a raid on a slavery ring run by Dragonites and offered me a full scholarship. That's the entire reason I joined the army; I knew that I would either die a hero...or live long enough to see myself become the villain." Looking Azmaldus in the eyes, he asked him "how can I be proud of being something that's brought me nothing but pain?"
Yeah, I do.
Nathan was stunned; he knew these swords. His dad had showed them to him...only he hadn't used those names "but...but dad called them Tiamat and Bahamut. Not Ragnadaim." He reached out and grabbed the blades, giving them a few practice swings, they felt oddly natural in his hands "but I know I've heard the name Ragnadaim somewhere before...I'm just not sure where..." Then something occurred to him "wait...are these the reason those people killed my parents!? Just to get these two swords!?" Tears began to fall from his face "is this why they had to die? For a couple of pieces of metal!?"
Here's what I have so far

Name: Tommy Oliver
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Nationality: American

Personality: Tommy is a shy boy. Having had to hide is real gender for most of his life, he doesn't have that much social experience with people his own age, making him socially awkward. Despite that, he's a very sweet boy who just wants to find someone to love him for him, and not because he has a rare Y chromosome and there isn't much else to pick from
Strengths: Is fluent in several languages, can disguise himself as a girl if given enough time and things to work with, Is very stealthy
Weaknesses: Can't fight
Equipment: Food and a map
Bio: Since his father died when he was just a baby, his mother had to raise him all by herself. Her work took her all across the world, as such, Tommy was dragged along for the ride. Scared for the safety of her son, Tommy's mother always disguised him as a girl whenever they went out. However, one day they were caught. An unknown group killed his mother and took him as 'breeding stock.' Luckily for him; there was a riot in the facility that he was being held at only 5 days after he arrived. He managed to escape in the confusion. Taking a truck from the facility, he drove off in search of safety.
Name: Mike Cove
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
History: The son of Meister/Weapon pair, young Mike was orphaned when his parents were ambushed by a group of Witches during a family outing. Mike himself only escaped because his parents sacrificed themselves so that he could survive. Not long after he heard his parents dying screams, A group of Meisters/Weapons arrived on scene to take them out. He later learned that they had been pursuing the Witches.

Now alone in the world, Mike was sent to an orphanage. Since it had more children then adults, many kids went ignored, Mike being one of them. Desperate for some kind of human contact, he began volunteering in the kitchen. It wasn't long before he had discovered his passion for cooking, something he picked up on fast. When he got older, he found a part time job at a nearby restaurant, to further his craft.

When he was 14, one day on his way home from work, his left arm turned into a strange cannon barrel. He was soon spotted by officials from Shibusen. They offered him an invitation to attend the school. With unlimited access to his own personal kitchen and a chance to get back at the Witches...how could he say no?
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Sweet. We should start collaborating on our characters in a PM
GreenGoat said
Well this looks interesting? Would you allow for a weak Weapon Meister who is also a witch in secret?


That sounds like fun. If you'd like, I could volunteer to be your weapon
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