"Tired of repeating myself for ein." Hanz sighs. Apparently his voice had not been loud enough for everyone i nthe hallway to hear him the first time. Or then they were not paying attention,w hich was more likely answer."I am Leopold Hanzel v-...You knov vhat, just call me Hanz, zat is good enough for me." He states while looking at Jake dead in the eyes.
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"As it happens, I am not from around here." Hanz states in his cold manner."Ein should never go far away from their home unprepared. Zis will not be a trip over ze wochenende." He continues calmly, as if explaining something to a simpleton."Nor is zis all I brought vith me, but as eine could easily expect, zings go missing und nothing is ever simple."
Hanz moves his eyes and locks them with Jake's. "Lost?" He asks both amused and surprised. Lost was an understatement. He barely knew the city he was at, the only reason he found his way to the school i nthe first place was because of the limo driver who knew his way around. Naturally as he rarely left his country he was lost at the very least.
No hard feelings one way or another, also, bringing alcohol to America from Germany might be illegal, I have no idea of that, but it's definitely not allowed in school. I'm not sure if they have dorms or anything of sort, so I went with the safe pick, which was sausages.
"You can call-" Hanz begun his reply and had the time to slightly lift his hand to shook hers, but then just like that she left the spot with those parting words. He snorts ever so slightly while looking at her go briefly before turning his attention to the other nearby, his attention in this case being a short eyecontact with everyone present, granted that none of them looked away. After that is done he takes as comfortable position as possible standing in the hallway with his luggage. He glances down at it hoping that it was the one containing his spare clothing and not the one containing A-Grade sausages. Whisper's words echoed slightly in his ears. Yes, he would turn much happier as soon as he reclaimed the rest of his possessions and would be able to dress more casually.
He sighs and keeps the eyecontact on."I am Leopold Hanzel von Sturmberg ze younger. My father is only famous for his business, title und vealth. My mother for her skills playing ze piano. Unlike yourself, my family does not have a history of being special like zis. I am vhat people refer as 'Mutant', like zis for no real reason but ze luck of ze draw. Und unlike some of ze people, here und around ze world, I am proud of being ze vay I am, zat is why I am a deal. Not a big ein, but ein nevertheless." He explains with a cold, stern tone. "As for you, no real introduction is needed. I have heard of ze..exploits, of your father." He then adds, disregarding her obvious attempt to further darken his day. It was actually quite amusing, it did beat the driver's attempts of humour by tenfold any day of the week.
That was loud, Hanz thought as soon as he could once again hear his thoughts. He turns around to see who had just caused a sonic boom next to his head and faces Whisper. He looks down at her with an icy stare while slowly lifting his hand to rub his ringing ear slightly."Guten tag." He then speaks with equally icy tone."I could not help but to notice zat you have just tried to be subtle and catch my attention. Nov you have it, I assure you, all of it." He states and looks at her up and down once, before locking his eyes into her eyes firmly."Und vith vho do I have ze honor to be talking to?" He asks, mainly out of politeness. He wasn't much of an eavesdropper, but few names had been caught into his ears while they still functioned a minute ago. This girl, Whisper, had not lived up to her name thus far
A limousine drives and stops before the school. The vehicle is squeky clean, white and a polar opposite of subtle. The door opens and Hanz steps out of it. He's wearing his family uniform and his white jacket on it. Anyone would be hot and sweaty in that kinda clothing, but not Hanz, for he has a nice and cool breeze travelling around his body wherever he went.
He picks up his green luggage, the rest of his bags had gone missing during his flight for his great annoyance, from within and turns to walk to the yard, his eyes dart around swiftly. Show offs, everywhere. Just the way people should be when they are special like this. Perfect. He immediately starts to head towards the building he was supposed to be going. And he made damn sure to take the route which would be the most visible on, just in case someone did not notice his arrival yet.
Hanz happened to step into the hallway just in time for people to stumble over one another. Seems like some things never change, he thought to himself while laying his sharp eyes on the scene. He shook his head slightly before walking past the two, one which seemed to be in the wrong building as far as he knew, but then, what did he know, this was not Germany, maybe things were different here.
He picks up his green luggage, the rest of his bags had gone missing during his flight for his great annoyance, from within and turns to walk to the yard, his eyes dart around swiftly. Show offs, everywhere. Just the way people should be when they are special like this. Perfect. He immediately starts to head towards the building he was supposed to be going. And he made damn sure to take the route which would be the most visible on, just in case someone did not notice his arrival yet.
Hanz happened to step into the hallway just in time for people to stumble over one another. Seems like some things never change, he thought to himself while laying his sharp eyes on the scene. He shook his head slightly before walking past the two, one which seemed to be in the wrong building as far as he knew, but then, what did he know, this was not Germany, maybe things were different here.
Name: Lord Leopold ”Hanz” Hanzel von Sturmberg Jr.
Age: 18
Appearance:
Bio: Hanz hails from Germany, from a rich family and has everything he could ever need, a loving family, bunch of friends, wealth, everything an easygoing young adult could need. Everything that back home as he is now a student in a school for special people such as himself. His powers were discovered accidentally when he was a ten years old, according to the files he was ”fiddling in electronics” and caused a small current of electricity that instead of frying his hand turned on the microwave. At first, and for a long time his parents were determined to tutor and homeschool him themselves about his powers, mainly using comicbooks and such as a reference. It begun to fail eventually, and after the third child after Hanz in the family they chose to send him away to learn with people who, in the lack of better term, knew what they were doing. Only took them eight years to make that decision.
Ability: Hanz controls air around himself in all of it's forms.
Child of a villan or a hero: -
Age: 18
Appearance:
Bio: Hanz hails from Germany, from a rich family and has everything he could ever need, a loving family, bunch of friends, wealth, everything an easygoing young adult could need. Everything that back home as he is now a student in a school for special people such as himself. His powers were discovered accidentally when he was a ten years old, according to the files he was ”fiddling in electronics” and caused a small current of electricity that instead of frying his hand turned on the microwave. At first, and for a long time his parents were determined to tutor and homeschool him themselves about his powers, mainly using comicbooks and such as a reference. It begun to fail eventually, and after the third child after Hanz in the family they chose to send him away to learn with people who, in the lack of better term, knew what they were doing. Only took them eight years to make that decision.
Ability: Hanz controls air around himself in all of it's forms.
Child of a villan or a hero: -
Name: Lord Leopold ”Hanz” Hanzel Von Sturmberg Jr.
Age: 18
Appearance:
Bio: Hanz hails from Germany, from a rich family and has everything he could ever need, a loving family, bunch of friends, wealth, everything an easygoing young adult could need. Everything that back home as he is now a student in a school for special people such as himself. His powers were discovered accidentally when he was a ten years old, according to the files he was ”fiddling in electronics” and caused a small current of electricity that instead of frying his hand turned on the microwave. At first, and for a long time his parents were determined to tutor and homeschool him themselves about his powers, mainly using comicbooks and such as a reference. It begun to fail eventually, and after the third child after Hanz in the family they chose to send him away to learn with people who, in the lack of better term, knew what they were doing. Only took them eight years to make that decision.
Ability: Hanz controls air around himself in all of it's forms.
Child of a villan or a hero: -
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Eh, it's not my best work, but it's been a while since I last applied to anything.
Age: 18
Appearance:
Bio: Hanz hails from Germany, from a rich family and has everything he could ever need, a loving family, bunch of friends, wealth, everything an easygoing young adult could need. Everything that back home as he is now a student in a school for special people such as himself. His powers were discovered accidentally when he was a ten years old, according to the files he was ”fiddling in electronics” and caused a small current of electricity that instead of frying his hand turned on the microwave. At first, and for a long time his parents were determined to tutor and homeschool him themselves about his powers, mainly using comicbooks and such as a reference. It begun to fail eventually, and after the third child after Hanz in the family they chose to send him away to learn with people who, in the lack of better term, knew what they were doing. Only took them eight years to make that decision.
Ability: Hanz controls air around himself in all of it's forms.
Child of a villan or a hero: -
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Eh, it's not my best work, but it's been a while since I last applied to anything.
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