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"Eh..? N-No way, I'm like an hour early!" Wes argued before taking a cursory glance at his clock to check the time. What do you know, it was totally about 5 minutes until the start of class. "Well," he said simply before hanging up.

"...Gottagogottago!" he chanted to himself in panic, quickly rushing through the necessary parts of his routine, and skipping the unnecessary ones. He managed to slip on his shoelace immediately after walking through the door. "Ow!" No time to tie it though, so he'd carry it.

Hopefully he wouldn't get there too late...
Wes heard a mildly familiar ringing as he stuffed the plate that used to be full of half-burnt toast in the sink. "Huh, wonder who that could be... Red?" Wes mused to himself, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Wasn't it a bit too early for that? He answered the call anyway. "Hey-o Lex," he greeted, "how's it going? Why are you up so early?"
Name: Abaddon Vystrel
Aliases: Abby (Nickname), Wild Card/Stray/Pariah/Exile (Clan Titles), Courier 13 (Employment Designation)
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance:

Faction: Morallean City States - Avanim, All-Roads Courier Express and Caravan Service (Employment)
Weapons:
  • Wild Card (Colt 1851 Navy Revolver) - Abaddon's first gun and the weapon from which he took his clan name. Functionally, it's nothing more than your average cap and ball based revolver chambered for .36 with a reinforced frame to withstand lots of shock. In terms of appearance, it's somewhere between light-grey and silver, and has a grip made of dark-brown wood. Also, Abaddon uses liquid explosive instead of gunpowder. Fancy that.
  • Dead Man's Hand (Colt Army Model 1860 Revolver) - Formerly referred to as 'Hangman'. This revolver was never supposed to be Abaddon's but after using it to kill his brother's killer and leaving it at home, it was given to him for his new journey. It get's its name for reasons that should be obvious. While formerly being completely normal in functionality, after returning to Avanim they gave it a cartridge conversion for .44 rounds. It has a very dark grey to black colored frame and a light-brown wood.
  • The Cannon (Thompson Center Arms Contender) - The only one of Abaddon's guns that is special by virtue of not being special whatsoever. Brown wood, grey frame, break-action loaded, and can only fire a single fire 7.62×51mm NATO round. It's less a pistol, and more a one-handed rifle with the range and accuracy it gets. Though it isn't very flashy and doesn't hold any particular sentimental value, it's still very effective at dropping enemies. One shot, one kill indeed. He can attach a stock and scope to turn it into a rifle. No lengthened barrel, though.
  • Dragon's Breath (Colt Model 1883 Shotgun) - If Wild Card could be called Abaddon's ace, Dragon's Breath is his 'ace-killing joker'. Outwardly it seems to be your regular sawn-off shotgun with it's standard brown and grey, two shortened side by side barrels, and break-action loading. In fact, it actually is just a regular sawn-off. However, the ammo it fires is anything but. Sure, they're your usual 12 gauges, but instead of filling them with pellets or using slugs, Abaddon uses his knowledge of 'combat alchemy' to create different types of ammo to fit any situation - most often the incendiary ammo that gives the gun its name. Although he can still fill them with pellets or fire off slugs if he wants.
  • Liquid Explosives - Throwing it and shooting works too, but it's not too advisable.
  • Magics: N/A - Though Abaddon possesses the (al)chemical knowledge to create substances for special ammunition.
    Equipment/Items:
  • Courier Bag
  • Maps
  • "First Aid Kit"
  • Deck of Cards
  • Hidden Money Compartment
  • The Cannon Stock and Scope Mods
  • Assorted Ammunition and Spare Flasks
  • Belt
  • Water Canteen
  • Explosives Flask
  • Holsters
  • Wild Card
  • Dead Man's Hand
  • The Cannon
  • Dragon's Breath

  • Backstory/Personality: Whatever Abaddon accomplished with his clan no longer matters. His status as the land's former leader's esteemed second son, the title of one of the fastest draws in the West, the friendships he'd formed - they're all irrelevant. Just dust in the wind all for the sake of avenging one man. Seven years ago Abaddon's older brother was killed in a duel against the man who could truly be called the 'Fastest Gun in the West'. Even with the skills he possessed, even Abaddon wouldn't be able to lay a finger on him. So he waited until he was unaware before putting the rest of his brother's bullets in his back with extreme prejudice. Being a land where might makes right and most feuds are settled with a high-noon duel, a contest of skill, or a game of cards, dishonorably ending the life of one of your fellows was cause for the payment of a blood price. However, Abaddon was able to avoid having to pay his price due to the efforts of his remaining family. Rather than having pain inflicted until the victim's family was satisfied or being hung or executed by firing squad or something along those lines, Abaddon was forced into exile, having to wander the land for the rest of his life. During his exile, he ran odd jobs and took up employment with the All Roads Courier Express and Caravan Service to make money, learning how to make special ammo from a Drakovian alchemist he helped out along the way and just in general gathering worldly experience to help him out in life. And now he's returns to Avanim to make one last delivery, a messenger, and unknowingly, the message itself.
    "Aha! I knew if I turned my clock back an hour, I'd wake up in time for class!"

    And there it was. The first wrong declaration of the day. Wes got up early enough to get through any misfortune the morning would throw at him with enough time to get to class exactly on time!

    Except that wasn't how it worked. Rather than setting his clock up an hour before, he just ended up properly setting his clock for Daylight Savings. If he had set it to ring earlier, maybe he would've succeeded, but unfortunately, he set it to a time that would result in him waking up around five-ten minutes before class would start. Unfortunately, he didn't realize this yet, so his morning was surprisingly uneventful.

    "Haha! I think my luck's finally changing!" he chirped happily in his blissful ignorance as he went through his morning routine.
    Name: Wes Albarn-Evans
    Nickname:
    Age: 16
    Looks:

    Outfit: Brown coat and dark pants. Always. Everything else doesn't matter. It's all the coat and pants.
    Family: Soul Eater Evans (Dad), Maka Albarn (Mom), Wes Evans (Uncle/Namesake), Spirit Albarn (Grandpa), Unnamed Older Siblings
    Personality: Honestly? I'm godawful at making Personality sections coherent, so I'll save this for the IC. But I will say that Wes is unsettlingly and disturbingly cheerful and smiles constantly, though he does apparently have a serious side. Maybe.
    History: A 'born loser'. A person who never, ever succeeds in a way that he can be satisfied with, or gets what he truly wants. In fact, Wes is rather infamous for this around Death City. Not that he's grossly unskilled or anything, he just has such awful luck that it seems the universe goes out of its way to make things harder for him. Which is a shame, because his parents are also rather famous for their achievements... Which, he supposes, could also have just been the universe screwing with him from the very beginning. He's the youngest child of the Evans family, and was raised relatively normally. Nothing else is all that significant, really.
    Weapon or Meister: Meister
    Powers: Not a Weapon, but Wes has a few unique powers of his own. For one, he always gets back up no matter how many times he is beaten down because of his history of losing at everything, allowing him to easily shrug off any kind of beating. He also has a form of psuedo-Soul Perception, as well as Soul Menace (with personal variations) to facilitate combat sans a Weapon. Both of these, especially the latter, stem from his soul's intimate knowledge with 'weakness'.
    Partner: Lexie Rivers
    Theme Song:
    I wanna hunt like David
    I wanna to kill me a giant man
    I wanna slay my demons
    But I got lots of them

    Other:

    EDIT: Well that took slightly longer than I had intended. Hope everything's fine.
    I'm working the chinks out of my CS. It'll be up within the next 15.
    Giriko.

    And now that I think about it, there isn't really a rule against using mundane weapons is there? It's not like Nightwalker couldn't just run around with a regular switchblade while working in tandem with Lexie. Like a two-man squad thing, and since Night seems more like a tactical sort...
    joeycbee said
    Again I don't want a ranged weapon as a partner and grey doesn't have to dual swiped ( though he can idk really)


    I'm fine with either option. The character I'm planning is supposed to have really bad luck, so having a partner who can't even go full weapon would work and so would having two weapons who may or may not necessarily get along.

    Plus, having both a two handed weapon and a one handed weapon would be very entertaining, methinks.

    But then again, it's not as if you can't pair a miniature flamethrower (see my previous post last page for what I mean) and a blade of some sort.
    booksmusicanime said
    I can't do much about it because Lexie can't really be Grey's character's weapon because I don't think she's a one handed weapon


    Depends how big the Flamethrower is.

    If it's small enough, it could easily be used as a sort of hand-cannon/tonfa combo. And yes, I'm aware the image shows a guy wielding it with two hands.
    Random bursts of bright light are usually very effective at stunning people. After that you can go... I dunno... Punch them in the dick or something.
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