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Lunar · Sep 3, 2019

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Personality:
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(3) Strengths:
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Theme Song:
(theme song will sometimes play in fights or important scenes for your character )

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Stand Name:
Stand Abilities:
Stand Appearance:
Stand Cry: (ex; ora ora ora! muda muda muda!

Stand Generator:

JoJo's Bizarre Stand Generator

(OPTIONAL; However you will have to list the power of your stand in JoJos fashion.)

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Probably George · Sep 4, 2019

The Lives of Flies can swap any one attribute from two separate entities by touching them, as well as hold a copy of any single attribute, to later be used for swapping. Ie: temperature, toughness, weight. Changes are reverted after 30 seconds unless reapplied. Stand cry: "Mimimimimine!"

Name: Datto Grohl
Age: 22
Date of Birth: September 29, 1996
Blood Type: B-
Height: 191 cm
Weight: 83 kg
Nationality: Irish American
Personality: Datto is best described simply as a drifter. Everything is temporary, and he's learned to live with it. Datto just rides the currents in the sea of life, not fighting against the waves. Whenever he gets tired of something, or doesn't have a use for it, he'll throw it away and replace it without a second thought. Because of this, Datto underestimates the value of things, which has lead to him being a lot more leisurely with everything. Throughout his time in Reno, Datto quickly learned how people work, and how to bend and distort them.

Biography/History: Life was very easy for Datto. He was born into a well off family in a nice city. This came at a price though; his parents were constantly working, never giving Datto the attention he desired. Although to "remedy" it, his parents would get him almost anything he wanted. He'd grow tired of his toys quickly, and would move on to others. Although there was one thing he didn't get tired of; a girl whom he fell in love with in high school. After the two graduated, they moved in together. Datto managed to land a job as a stage manager for a band. This meant he would be running across the country regularly. He tried his best to stay in contact with her as much as he could.

One day, Datto came home a week early due to complications. What he found awaiting him back at home was another man in bed with his loved one. Datto quickly went primal; beating the ever loving shit out of the man. After promptly throwing the man out of his apartment, Datto's now ex was thrown out just as fast. He soon found out the man was part of a gang when someone else came into his house and attempted at Datto's life. That's when his stand, The Lives of Flies, had awoken and saved his life. After the discovery, Datto quickly got out of dodge and managed to convince a friend in Reno, Nevada to let Datto stay with him for a while. Eventually, Datto grew tired of all the neon lights and made his way out of the city.
Strengths: Manipulative, Understanding, Clever
Flaws: Insecure, Unreliable, Distrustful

"I'll be taking that."

Clouds of guilt filled the skyline. Neon signs couldn't escape the eye. A smell of tobacco and gasoline, a smell of which don't mix too nice. Sleep; a term unbeknown to the city and it's residents. The crowds mixed from generation planted locals to cross world tourists and all the inbetween, although it would take a close look to seperate any single person from the crowd. Regardless of how many went into or left the stacked buildings, the crowd seemed to stay as densely packed as the sidewalks permitted. From one vice to the next, they indulged themselves to the edge of death.

One such vice that the city was especially known for was gambling. Regardless of the odds, the people could only see a future with the pot in their hands. Although few were correct in their premonitions. An even smaller percent knew how to make that fantasy a reality. One amongst them was the son of an immigrant family hailing from Ireland. Freshly 21, not in town to indulge in newly accessible activities, but to presume his foolproof formula.

As he entered the biggest and brightest casino to be presented to his eyes, the grinning young man at the counter welcome him to the establishment, offering to trade the casino's cash for some of his own. He took the offer, handing a debit card and ID to the boy. "Five hundred." He requested as if he wasn't even breaking a single dollar. After checking the ID, the younger man handed it back and presented his customer with the appropriate chips after taking an equal amount from his card. "Going big tonight, huh Datto." He was a bit taken back that he was already getting recognized here. This'd have to be the last visit.

The man, who was rightly labeled Datto, made his way to the floor and weighted his options, a mirage of choices for one to go broke, if he was the average man. But Datto wasn't your average man. He had an Ace up his sleeve. Or rather, a fly. The pun brought a smirk to Datto's face. Although explaining it to someone would be beyond difficult. 'Oh, well you see, I have this ghost that follows me called Lives of Flies. And I use him to cheat in poker.' That's when he had an idea, go with the simple "go to a craps table, snatch from loose hands, and fix the dice."

After a bit of scouting, he landed his eyes on a table. 1 man, 2 women. Early 40's, late 60's and late 40's respectively. It wasn't too long after arriving that Datto started sweet talking the older woman, meanwhile using Flies to snatch a couple $50 chips right under her nose. Just as he was about to go for another hundred from the old man, the next round came. Now came the big show. With a starting pool of $30, Datto started low to make sure his flow was good. "Any 7." He called his bet. With the dice rolling, Datto sent Lives of Flies to continuously roll the dice until he hit the magic numbers. Two and five. As easy as that, he nabbed $60 back.

After a few more increasing bets, Datto finally set himself on the big one. Pushing out $880 onto the table, he called out with confidence "Two." With everyone else backing out on his bet, it was down to Datto and the house. As the dice rolled, Datto glared at them as The Lives of Flies meticulously kept rolling the dice until they finally hit...

Snake eyes.

Now carrying 26,400 dollars worth of chips, Datto cashed out as he saw a couple of mean looking men making their way towards him. He grabbed his cash and ran out. Now with his wallet stiff with hundred dollar bills, Datto went back onto the street to get himself high class meal, a high class lady, and some high class fun.

Lunar · Sep 4, 2019

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The Lives of Flies can swap any one attribute from two separate entities by touching them, as well as hold a copy of any single attribute, to later be used for swapping. Ie: temperature, toughness, weight. Changes are reverted after 30 seconds unless reapplied. Stand cry: "Errararara!"

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Name: Dyatto Grohl
Age: 22
Date of Birth: September 29, 1996
Blood Type: B-
Height: 191 cm
Weight: 83 kg
Nationality: Irish American
Personality: Datto is best described simply as a drifter. Everything is temporary, and he's learned to live with it. Datto just rides the currents in the sea of life, not fighting against the waves. Whenever he gets tired of something, or doesn't have a use for it, he'll throw it away and replace it without a second thought. Because of this, Datto underestimates the value of things, which has lead to him being a lot more leisurely with everything. Throughout his time in Reno, Datto quickly learned how people work, and how to bend and distort them.

Biography/History: Life was very easy for Datto. He was born into a well off family in a nice city. This came at a price though; his parents were constantly working, never giving Datto the attention he desired. Although to "remedy" it, his parents would get him almost anything he wanted. He'd grow tired of his toys quickly, and would move on to others. Although there was one thing he didn't get tired of; a girl whom he fell in love with in high school. After the two graduated, they moved in together. Datto managed to land a job as a stage manager for a band. This meant he would be running across the country regularly. He tried his best to stay in contact with her as much as he could.

One day, Datto came home a week early due to complications. What he found awaiting him back at home was another man in bed with his loved one. Datto quickly went primal; beating the ever loving shit out of the man. After promptly throwing the man out of his apartment, Datto's now ex was thrown out just as fast. He soon found out the man was part of a gang when someone else came into his house and attempted at Datto's life. That's when his stand, The Lives of Flies, had awoken and saved his life. After the discovery, Datto quickly got out of dodge and managed to convince a friend in Reno, Nevada to let Datto stay with him for a while. Eventually, Datto grew tired of all the neon lights and made his way out of the city.
Strengths: Manipulative, Understanding, Clever
Flaws: Insecure, Unreliable, Distrustful

"I'll be taking that."

Accepted

Pilgrim59 · Sep 4, 2019

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Maya was on her way to school, much like any other day. With her headphones in, and her bag in tow, the young girl took off across the street. Another sunny day in the neighborhood, she thought, as she paced herself down the sidewalk. All around her, were the other kids, of whom were already chirping like birds in the morning. She found herself in her solitary path, where no one had dared to trod. Like Moses parting the Red Sea, the other kids would make way for Maya to pass them by. Ever since middle school, Maya have yet to find for herself a friend. One that would pick her up where she fell, or simply sat with her during lunch. Instead, she had acquired fear from her peers. The eyes of those that would smile to get by her, but never one to stay. These thoughts lingered, as the young girl's visage fell beneath her hair.

Her steps came to a halt upon the bridge, as she slid her headphones back. Looking up to parting clouds, before turning to eye the streams below her, Maya felt a tingling sensation upon her back. Neither a fleeting wind, nor a self-conceived sentiment, the feeling felt real - as if someone is watching her. Turning around slowly, Maya was met by a pair of sphere-like darkness. Taken aback by its haunting display of enchantment, Maya stood still, as she leaned back briefly. The sight was more than what any normal human being could abide by. Before long, the creature made its move.

"Meow." purred the entity.

Maya would reach into her bag for a strand of beef jerky and tossed it towards her feline acquaintance. The cat took a few sniffs before taking a bite. Maya's fingers ran down its back, rubbing it gently. She gave it one last look, before continuing her walk to school. It was a pleasant feeling, Maya thought to herself.

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Name: Maya Sweetwater
Age: 16
Blood Type: O+ / OPOS
Height: 5 ft. 5 in. (165 cm)
Weight: 120 lbs. (54 kg)
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Nationality: American

Personality:
Maya is generally perceived as a mundane, gray personnel of interest. While she is usually aloof in her acts, the girl had inadvertently learned to conceal her emotional responses - making her quite hard to read at times. Before acquiring her Stand, Maya is a hot-headed, easy-to-anger personnel of interest. That is still the case. However, with the recent acquisition of her Stand, her angry side is more or less harbored internally, but has yet to subside. Maya tends to keep a cool facade, and acts accordingly as to what she deems is suitable for the situation. As such, she is a lenient person on the outside, as long as no one disturbs her peaceful way of life.

Maya has no friend in school, due to her renowned infamy in the past, of which had established her position as the school's top delinquent. This makes Maya a very inept person in certain situations. She can either be frank about a certain subject, with no filter, or simply neglect a lot of details when responding to someone.

Biography/History:
An orphan of a bygone tragedy, Maya has been in her neighbor's care ever since a young age and was eventually adopted into the Sweetwater family. Despite her new parents' efforts, Maya still led a troublesome childhood - leading to after school detentions and being expelled from school on several occasions. The young girl was easily provoked, especially when her troubled pasts were addressed. Where words fail to dissuade the laughter of her peers, the young girl would settle with her fists. Even with all the stirred up troubles, Maya led a mostly mundane childhood, either by besting those that wronged her, or simply getting suspended.

Maya eventually entered high school, where she still harbored her delinquent lifestyle. This would all change, when Maya found herself outside of town after dark one day, with no memories of whatever happened. Keeping to herself the strange ordeal of her mysterious blackout on the sidewalk, Maya returned home like usual. As time went on, she reasoned with herself that it was merely a bodily deficiency that caused her sudden collapse.

However, more questions would arise, as Maya found herself in another fight, having provoked a popular figure in school. It was here, that she first encountered her Stand, of which was conjured up by her fight-or-flight state of mind. Needless to say, Maya's triumph over her foes would solidify her name as the school's head delinquent. It was after her discovery of her abilities, that the girl would began to practice her ability in secret. When Maya entered her sophomore year, she had gotten used to her Stand's abilities, as well as keeping her intemperate attitudes in check. This goes hand-in-hand with her confidence in her acquired Stand, that Maya would grow out of her troublesome youth.

Strengths:
+ Determined / Strong-Willed
+ Advocate of Liberty / Lenient (if it ain't broke...)
+ Earnest / Honest

Flaws:
- Stubborn / Persistent
- Reckless
- Aloof / Insensitive

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Stand Name: Hybrid Theory
Stand Abilities:
Breaking the Habit - Hybrid Theory's ability is empowered by conflicts, and is capable of manipulating objects to facilitate that purpose. This enables Hybrid Theory to materialize anything it has visual contact of into weapons based on the material, or erect defensive barriers from said material upon contact (i.e. turning a broken shard of glass into a high velocity bullet). This ability is dependent on Maya's mental, physical, spiritual or conceptual forms of conflict. The more she is fixed on her objective, the more potent the ability. This makes Hybrid Theory an emotionally-driven Stand with high aptitude for maneuverability, while being malleable to take up any shapes and forms to facilitate its durability.

Since Hybrid Theory is the physical manifestation from Maya's mentality, its abilities are constrained by Maya's thoughts and willpower. Thus, her Stand's raw power is mediocre at best, and must be utilized strategically, rather than with sheer force. Due to her personal habits of restrains, the Stand itself is generally used with emphasis on movement and defensive capabilities. Like most Stands, direct attacks or influences to the user may affect the Stand's performance.

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Stand Cry: Strike One! Strike Two! Strike Three!

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Lunar · Sep 4, 2019

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A voice excitedly rings out from the radio of a car; "Breakdown Breakdown, its time to breakdown Green Creek Washington! That's right, today is the beginning of summer break 2019, and what a beautiful day to kick it off!" An air horn sound suddenly blares out, causing the woman in the driver's seat to flinch. "Schools out and the beaches are crowded here at Green Creek, so if you are looking for a fast commute home..." A discouraging BWAH BWAH BWAHHHH cuts the man's sentence short. "...then you better plan your drive accordingly! Now on to the news! No updates so far regarding the death of World-Renowned Detective Jim--" A black-gloved hand quickly gives the volume knob on the radio a turn, silencing the anchorman. The shaky hand belongs to a woman who looks to be in her late 40s, her brown hair is put up in a neat tight bun, though her attempts at hiding the graying parts of it have failed as there are several strands of silver jutting out. The woman's cheeks are sharply defined and the only sign of wrinkles on her face are located under her eyes. She wore a tired and sad expression as she looked over to the boy in the passenger seat.

This boy had dark purple hair and he wore a black suit. He shared the same tired expression of the woman in the seat next to him. "Joshua...you should spend some time with your brother...or maybe some friends when we get home..." Josh kept up his stoic attitude and remained silent. The stoplight they were waiting at flashed green and the mother snapped her head back to the road, her lips pursed at her son's emotionless demeanor. "Jojo....you shouldn't let this ruin your summer, you have college in the fall..." Jojo kept quiet for the rest of the ride home, the funeral was only hours before and he couldn't understand why his mother expected things to return to normal so quickly,

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Name: Joshua Joestar
Age: 19
Blood Type: O-
Height: 5'7
Weight: 145 lbs.
Nationality: Japenese-American

Personality: Joshua Joestar is a mild-mannered, yet an easily excitable young man. He has a very obsessive personality, one Josh becomes attracted or super into something, like a hobby or a person, he obsesses over that subject for a very long time before moving on to another interest. Josh is incredibly analytical and very good with numbers; he hopes to one day become a true mathematician and put his skills to the test in the science field!

Biography/History: Joshua grew up in a small town located in upstate Washington named Green Creek; his family moved there from Japan when he was just an infant in order to live closer to his mother's relatives. (His mother is American.) He never really fit in with the crowd at his school, though no one seemed to bully him; this was most likely due to his father, Jimpachi "Jim" Joestar. Jim Joestar was a renowned detective from Japan, and he was able to transfer his career to the American side when he moved to California. Josh's father wasn't around in his childhood much as the life of a world-class detective required a great amount of time and dedication. Thus Josh became closer to his mother, who was always much softer to him, but still held him to the standard of a "Joestar" nonetheless. Josh gained a deep obsession with the Occult when he entered High School, and often snuck into his father's office to read behind-the-scenes info on the latest and greatest cases! This further advanced his social awkwardness with society and his peers. On the complete opposite side of the spectrum, Jo-Shi's older brother, Jordyn Joestar, was an "apex" Joestar. He was strong, smart, and very outgoing...though always courteous to others.

(3) Strengths: Analytical, Careful, Precise

(3) Flaws: Hard Headed, Obsessive, Awkward.

Theme Song:

[div class=subheader][S T A N D][/div]

Stand Name/Description:

Absofacto

Absofacto is a short-range stand that has little combat ability aside from using its ability in creative ways, it was also originally his father's stand before mysteriously inheriting it.

Stand Abilities:

Dissolve - Any object that Absofacto touches can be turned to any state of matter. (i.e a solid can be turned into a liquid state or a gaseous state and vice versa.) The properties of each state can be determined by the user (as in if Absofacto turns a solid into a liquid, he can choose what kind of liquid; gasoline, water, etc.).

Stand Appearance:

Stand Cry:

Ora Ora!

Stand Generator:

JoJo's Bizarre Stand Generator

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Midrick · Sep 5, 2019

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Mustaine[/div][/div][div class=wrappertwo]

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Darrell walked down the street with his backpack slung over his shoulder, he had been uninterested in the new town so far, until he spotted another boy his age approaching him, he recognized him from his half curly, half straight hair that went down the base of his neck. They both stopped five feet away from each other. "Funny seeing you around here Dare." The smaller teenage boy said, he turned his head and spat on the ground. The right side of Darrell's upper lip contracted for a second making his irritation visible. "Thought I told you not to come 'round here anymore." The other boy said as he hooked his thumbs through his belt loops. Darrell looked up, his upper lip contracting again making a close mouthed snarl. "I go where I want, when I want Vinnie." He sniffed and looked back toward Vinnie, "And there ain't a damn thing you or anyone else can do about it." Vinnie mirrored Darrell's expression of annoyance. "Is that a fact?" He asked in a patronizing tone. "That is a fact." Darrel replied in turn. By now the two had attracted the attention of most of the students on the streets, most were making bets on who would win the fight that was surely to happen. They both closed the distance between each other and put their foreheads together. "You lookin' for a fight Mustaine?" He growled to Darrell. "Nah, but if you had ever been in a real fight you would know not to go looking for one yourself, Menza." Darrell spat back. The group of onlookers began cheering, and the two boys had maniacal smiles plastered on their faces just when they looked like they were about to fight, both burst out laughing, before giving each other their handshake. "Ah shit we really got 'em this time." Vinnie said as they resumed the walk home from school, "That was a genius idea after you heard that rumor about us fighting Vin." Darrell said. "I have my moments, see ya man." He said as Darrell fist bumped him before turning to walk into his house.

[div class=subheader]User[/div]
Name: Darrell Mustaine

Age: 17

Blood type: A-

Height: 6'2

Weight: 175 lbs.

Appearance: Bruh

Nationality: American

Personality: Darrell is percieved as a wildcard, Always keeping people on their toes with his actions. Underneath his casual outside personality lies a spiteful cynic, who is prone to talking shit, for lack of better words. Outside of that he has a steady, ot most people would think, he has become adept at repressing his anger and rage . When he is pushed beyond the limits of his patience he snaps violently, and his pent up frustrations are all released at once.

His second nature came about from being alienated in school, but he began opening himself up in high school, forming a small circle of friends. Another facet of his personality is his penchant for violence. His cold and deadpan insults and comebacks disappear when he fights, often. Laughing when being hit or vice versa. If he feels someone he cares for or himself is in serious danger his demeanor shifts into ferocious brutality, even prone to shocking acts of violence in an animalistic state of rage. His qualities, good and bad, have been multiplied by the acquisition of his Stand.

Bio: Darrell originally came from the east coast, living in a semi rural part of the eastern part of the U.S. he does not fit in with the west coast crowd at all. He moved to Washington when he was 12 with his family due to his father's work, and how he was treated didn't really change until he got to high school and he found more outsiders like him. They all became close friends and he finally started opening up to other people again. His rowdy nature stayed the same, and after getting into a dire fight where he was outnumbered, he blacked out. When he regained some form of consciousness he found some of his opponents knocked out, and the rest kneeling or in various forms of submission. He discovered he possessed a powerful ability and companion. His newfound abilities boosted his confidence (and ego) and he set out to hone his skills

Strengths: Fearless, aggressive, indomitable

Flaws: Vengeful, perfectionist, merciless

Theme:

[div class=subheader]Stand[/div]
Stand name/description:
Head Crusher

Head Crusher is short range stand that had great offensive power but lackluster defensive performance, Head Crusher's Stand ability levels the playing field for the stand however...

Stand abilities:
Dominate- using Darrell's immense willpower, Head Crusher can force an enemy to submit to Darrell via overpowering the enemy with Head Crusher's raw strength, or using his will to spiritually force his enemy to submit to him. His stand feeds off of the pain caused by the test of strength and wills and if multiple enemies are forced to submit can multiply the strength of Head Crusher significantly.

Stand appearance:

Stand Cry:
Obey!!!

Alternatively Crush if Darrell executes or kills on of his opponents.

Stand stats:

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Damafaud · Sep 6, 2019

[div class=fyuriwrapper][div class=topper][div class=charactername]Nadhira
Arina[/div][/div][div class=wrappertwo]

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The office was quiet. Cars passed by the office at high speed, only stopping when green light turned red. None of the noise entered the office. There was a simple reason behind this: the room was soundproofed.

clickclickclickclick.

The sound of typing was the only sound in the room. Her eyes were glued to the screen. She was writing an email, one to her pontential associate. To Nadhira, the room was quiet. She wore no headset. There was no music that accompanied her during her work, nor was there anyone. After all, she was working alone. Her only partner, Alfin, was away for a business lunch. The clicking on the keyboard never stopped. Clickclickclickclick.

She was serious at her work, but she was no robot. After nearly an hour, Nadhira stood and stretched her back. The room was quiet. She glanced to the window, where it opened to the street. Then she closed the curtain. With a thought, a figure wearing a rabbit head mask appeared behind her back. Like the room, the figure was quiet. He was wearing a traditional japanese garment. The rabbit mask covered his eyes. In his right hand was a black paper fan. His name was Moon Explain!. Nadhira turned her gaze to the door.

Pull, she thought.

The figure flicked his fan. The door suddenly blew open by force. Unfortunately, she had misjudged the strength. The invisible force pulled the door from its hinge. The door flew and hit the wall.

"..." Nadhira was speechless.

"...curses." Moon Explain! said quietly.

There was only one thing to do at a situation like this. Nadhira made a phone call.

"...hello? Grandpa? Can you help me fix a door? ...yeah. Thank you."

Nadhira returned to her desk. Moon Explain! vanished quietly, as quiet as it appeared.

The room was quiet. Nadhira glued her eyes to the screen. Her finger continued to dance on the keyboard. Clickclickclickclick.

[div class=subheader][User][/div]
Name:
Nadhira Arina

Age:
20

Blood Type:
A+

Height:
5'8'' (172 cm)

Weight:
145 lbs (64 kg)

Nationality:
American

Personality:
All things aside, Nadhira is highly known for her punctuality and discipline. She never comes late to an appointment and will never make a commitment she could not uphold. During her work, she is a professional who will not tolerate the slightest mistake. Trying to joke around with Nadine in her work hour is futile and will only result in irritation for both parties.

Outside of job and the world of professionality, Nadhira remains someone not too delightful. She has a economy-focused mindset where her personal benefit outweigh nearly every other things. Money is a sensitive topic for her, as well as promises and obligation. She has a bold and innovative mind, dare to use unconventional way to attain her goal.

Biography:
adine was raised by her doting mother most of her childhood along with Louisa, her little sister. Her father worked overseas, and apart from a fleeting meeting between them during new year and summer, she had no recollection of him at all. Nevertheless, the money flowed into their household steadily and her mother was able to make the best out of their small family in-between her job as a stunt double.

After high school, Nadhira went to study law. However, fate had another plan. During her first year, an accident during a movie recording had resulted in her mother's premature death. Her father was unable to return. She took a short break from her study to arrange accommodation for her sister. Her sister was still 14 at the time. After several consideration, it was decided her sister would follow her father abroad to New Zealand.

The aftereffect of her mother's death stayed. Nadhira took a prolonged break from her university to sort out family matters and her muddled mind. During her break, she decided to change her study into Media and Communication Studies. She also helped the start-up business of her old high school senior, working as a part time office clerk.

Strengths:
Steady, precise, decisive

Flaws:
Predictable, selfish, arrogant

Theme Song:

[div class=subheader]Stand[/div]
Stand Name:
Moon Explain!

Stand Abilities:
Moon Explain! can emit attractive and repulsive energy to the outside world to pull or push matters toward him.

Stand Cry:
Curses. Curses. CURSES.

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Ferociousfeind · Sep 7, 2019

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Giovanna[/div][/div][div class=wrappertwo]

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Angelica sighed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes, "Listen, dad, I'm not going on your stupid trip for me to America. I don't care what you say, it's just dumb."

The man simply took one knee to look his daughter in the eyes. She eyed him nervously, already feeling the awe-inspiring speech coming on. He smiled, getting the feeling she knew what he was about to say already. "Angel, I know it sounds crazy, and dumb, and arbitrary. And perhaps a little useless. But I promise you're going to have a good time. I can see an adventurous spark in you, young ma'am. You're going to take on the world some day, I just know it. Now, could you at least give me a chance, darling? Two weeks is all I ask, then if you really hate it, you can hop aboard the nearest flight back home."

She groaned in defeat, "Alright, alright, alright, just get out of my face. I'll go on the stupid trip, and I'll be back in two weeks. Daaaaaad."

"Your plane is taking off in two hours, anyways, sweetie. Have fun. Arrivederci!" he smiled to her as she grabbed her suitcase and prepared to depart into the airport. But before she did that, Gold Experience shimmered into reality, holding its fist out to Angelica.

A pair of purple-tinged tentacles appeared in much the same way, curling around each other to form a relatively cohesive structure. They pressed against Gold Experience's fist, as Giorno and Angelica nodded to each other knowingly. The forms dissipated, and Angelica disappeared into the crowds.

[div class=subheader][ U S E R ][/div]
Name: Angelica Giovanna
Age: 18
Blood Type: B-
Height: 162cm (5'4")
Weight: 60kg (132lbs)
Nationality: Italian

Personality: On the outside, Angelica seems calm and modest, with a heavy tendency to flirt with others. She outwardly enjoys long walks on beaches, camping outdoors, and telling stories around campfires. Under the façade, she's a bit manipulative, and uses flirting to bend others to her will. What's not a façade is her moodiness, which when started, can hardly stop. If she's upset with something, you'll never hear the end of it.

She's a bit of an attention-seeker, and enjoys the spotlight. Conversely, she's also introverted, and can switch from loving the spotlight to hating it seemingly-arbitrarily. Somewhat hypocritically, she develops a jealous streak against other attention-seekers. She has a pronounced distaste for jocks, "dumb muscle", self-righteous pricks, stuck-up snobs, and- most of all- indifferent, apathetic losers. Apathy gets under her skin and pisses her off more than anything, and she loses her cool quickly to a disinterested, "Cool, whatever."

Biography/History: Angelica is the daughter of Giorno Giovanna, the boss of a mafia gang known as "Passione". Of course, she hardly knows about her father's adventure through Italy, but he has been very present for her own childhood. At the age of 13, after several years of rigorous training and exercises, Giorno Giovanna had succeeded in helping Angelica draw out the Stand within her.

She lives in Italy, with her father. However, he sent her on a country-wide trip to America to "broaden her horizons". She already knew Italian, English, and a lick of Japanese, how much more broad could they get? Despite her initial skepticism, Angelica came to enjoy her time in America greatly. Her backstory ends at the present day, as she reaches the final leg of her vacation, Washington State.

Strengths: Headstrong, flirtatious, cunning.
Flaws: Jealous, manipulative, pretentious.

Theme Song:
[Do I... need this? It's the last thing here before I post this, so... I'll leave this empty until further notice...]

[div class=subheader][ S T A N D ][/div]
Stand Name: Day Tripper

Stand Abilities: Day Tripper can be used either as general purpose limbs (as other Stands have been used before), or they can be used to ensnare the user's target. While they can manifest only within around 10 meters of the user, the user can move away from the Stand and it won't de-manifest or weaken. The Stand starts rather weak, and gains power proportional to the emotional "vulnerability" of those around it. (Emotional vulnerability defined as roughly the dropping of one's guard due to the user flirting with them. It makes sense, I swear!)

As the user successfully teases and flirts with their target, the Stand becomes more powerful, and grows in size and length. While ensnaring a target, Day Tripper can be used to restrain them, keep them from moving, literally trip them, or, with enough strength, pull them around or constrict them. Additionally, the target may become physically or mentally weaker due to Day Tripper's hold on them. Day Tripper's greatest weakness is those of great mental fortitude and those not so easily charmed by the user's looks and words.

Stand Appearance: A large number of ethereal tentacles, as if sprouting from a main body which cannot manifest (they aren't anchored to anything). They are wider at their "base", and thinner at their tips, colored darker magenta near the base, and more pink or crimson at the tips. The sucker-covered undersides are a pale, peachy, yellowish color.

Stand Cry: The user's laugh. Otherwise, no.

Power - E-A (see ability)
Speed - B
Range - C
Durability - E-A (see ability)
Precision - C
Potential - A

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Lunar · Sep 8, 2019

Ferociousfeind said:
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Angelica sighed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes, "Listen, dad, I'm not going on your stupid trip for me to America. I don't care what you say, it's just dumb."

The man simply took one knee to look his daughter in the eyes. She eyed him nervously, already feeling the awe-inspiring speech coming on. He smiled, getting the feeling she knew what he was about to say already. "Angel, I know it sounds crazy, and dumb, and arbitrary. And perhaps a little useless. But I promise you're going to have a good time. I can see an adventurous spark in you, young ma'am. You're going to take on the world some day, I just know it. Now, could you at least give me a chance, darling? Two weeks is all I ask, then if you really hate it, you can hop aboard the nearest flight back home."

She groaned in defeat, "Alright, alright, alright, just get out of my face. I'll go on the stupid trip, and I'll be back in two weeks. Daaaaaad."

"Your plane is taking off in two hours, anyways, sweetie. Have fun. Arrivederci!" he smiled to her as she grabbed her suitcase and prepared to depart into the airport. But before she did that, Gold Experience shimmered into reality, holding its fist out to Angelica.

A pair of purple-tinged tentacles appeared in much the same way, curling around each other to form a relatively cohesive structure. They pressed against Gold Experience's fist, as Giorno and Angelica nodded to each other knowingly. The forms dissipated, and Angelica disappeared into the crowds.

[div class=subheader][ U S E R ][/div]
Name: Angelica Giovanna
Age: 18
Blood Type: B-
Height: 162cm (5'4")
Weight: 60kg (132lbs)
Nationality: Italian

Personality: On the outside, Angelica seems calm and modest, with a heavy tendency to flirt with others. She outwardly enjoys long walks on beaches, camping outdoors, and telling stories around campfires. Under the façade, she's a bit manipulative, and uses flirting to bend others to her will. What's not a façade is her moodiness, which when started, can hardly stop. If she's upset with something, you'll never hear the end of it.

She's a bit of an attention-seeker, and enjoys the spotlight. Conversely, she's also introverted, and can switch from loving the spotlight to hating it seemingly-arbitrarily. Somewhat hypocritically, she develops a jealous streak against other attention-seekers. She has a pronounced distaste for jocks, "dumb muscle", self-righteous pricks, stuck-up snobs, and- most of all- indifferent, apathetic losers. Apathy gets under her skin and pisses her off more than anything, and she loses her cool quickly to a disinterested, "Cool, whatever."

Biography/History: Angelica is the son of Giorno Giovanna, the boss of a mafia gang known as "Passione". Of course, she hardly knows about her father's adventure through Italy, but he has been very present for her own childhood. At the age of 13, after several years of rigorous training and exercises, Giorno Giovanna had succeeded in helping Angelica draw out the Stand within her.

She lives in Italy, with her father. However, he sent her on a country-wide trip to America to "broaden her horizons". She already knew Italian, English, and a lick of Japanese, how much more broad could they get? Despite her initial skepticism, Angelica came to enjoy her time in America greatly. Her backstory ends at the present day, as she reaches the final leg of her vacation, Washington State.

Strengths: Headstrong, flirtatious, cunning.
Flaws: Jealous, manipulative, pretentious.

Theme Song:
[Do I... need this? It's the last thing here before I post this, so... I'll leave this empty until further notice...]

[div class=subheader][ S T A N D ][/div]
Stand Name: Day Tripper

Stand Abilities: Day Tripper can be used either as general purpose limbs (as other Stands have been used before), or they can be used to ensnare the user's target. While they can manifest only within around 10 meters of the user, the user can move away from the Stand and it won't de-manifest or weaken. The Stand starts rather weak, and gains power proportional to the emotional "vulnerability" of those around it. (Emotional vulnerability defined as roughly the dropping of one's guard due to the user flirting with them. It makes sense, I swear!)

As the user successfully teases and flirts with their target, the Stand becomes more powerful, and grows in size and length. While ensnaring a target, Day Tripper can be used to restrain them, keep them from moving, literally trip them, or, with enough strength, pull them around or constrict them. Additionally, the target may become physically or mentally weaker due to Day Tripper's hold on them. Day Tripper's greatest weakness is those of great mental fortitude and those not so easily charmed by the user's looks and words.

Stand Appearance: A large number of ethereal tentacles, as if sprouting from a main body which cannot manifest (they aren't anchored to anything). They are wider at their "base", and thinner at their tips, colored darker magenta near the base, and more pink or crimson at the tips. The sucker-covered undersides are a pale, peachy, yellowish color.

Stand Cry: The user's laugh. Otherwise, no.

Power - E-A (see ability)
Speed - B
Range - C
Durability - E-A (see ability)
Precision - C
Potential - A
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Thepotatogod · Sep 8, 2019

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It was late at the dead of night, no one was supposed to be waltzing around the personal room of Roman Speedwagon, CEO of Speedwagon Foundation. Yet tonight was a bizarrely special night. Tonight, the room was nearly in tatters. Walls are splattered with some kind of liquid, everything in the room was nearly in pieces, holes in every part of the room. Before Roman was his injured son, Reo Speedwagon, who was blocking the path from his assailant, who was simply standing there, menacingly. Roman couldn't tell what's happening; to his eyes, the two were just staring at each other. Reo was unnaturally wary at the space around him, as a cause of being cornered his own drawer and the obviously empty space beside it, below a painting of Roman's ancestor, Robert E.O Speedwagon. Roman couldn't help but ponder what's happening.

"Oh hoh hoh...I see what's happening here..." The assailant spoke, his arms crossed. "Tell me, kiddo, you're a Stand User, aren't you?" The assailant asked, as if speaking of something of great interest. Stand User...Roman had heard those words before, yet...Somehow, their meaning escape him.

"Stand User?" Reo raised a brow, his arms spread apart in order to block whatever the assailant had planned for him. "What are you even talking about?! I don't understand any of it!" He growled as he stood up, shaking from the bruise and scratches he suffered on his legs. Roman couldn't understand how he got those wounds, but he did know that Reo was suddenly flown across the room just as he punched the peculiar assailant. In Reo's eyes, there were these weird green tentacles everywhere. He's not sure why, but he felt like touching them would mean bad news, so avoiding them is one of his top priorities.

"You see them, don't you?" The assailant chuckled, spreading his left arm to the side as if pointing to something behind him. "My [Charmy Green] and her lovely tentacles." Indeed, there was something behind him. A green skinned man clad in a gas mask with long flowing hair. The man was buff, muscular to a degree that he's bigger than the assailant himself, yet it remained a bit feminine through reasons even Reo can't comprehend. However, from the waist below, the thing...[Charmy Green], only had tentacles that sank onto the ground and crept all over the room.

"Huh?" Reo was shocked, his expression loosening. Taken aback, he attempted to maintain his composure. "W-what do you mean...?" He asked, thinking that Reo could get something out of the assailant, whose features were darkened by shadows, yet lit up by the moon behind him.

"Look at your daddy over there." The assailant pointed at Roman, "Doesn't he seem confused on why you forced him onto that corner?" He asked, his smile growing more crooked. "Did you really think he knows what's going on?" He said, pointing at Roman.

"Wait, you mean...!" Reo glanced at his father, who was, in fact, the most confused in his lifetime.

"That's right!" The assailant chuckled, "That man has no idea what was choking him before you came in!" He said, covering half of his face with his hand. "Yet you...You knew what was going on the moment you walked in! Now tell me, what can you do?" The assailant then asked, "What can your Stand do?"

"I...I can't..." Reo gulped, visibly shaking. He can't use it. He can't use his powers--his Stand. Not without his guitar, at least. However, things took a turn for the worse so quickly that he didn't consider taking the damn thing!

"Aw...Is that so..." The assailant sighed in disappointment, shaking his head in disapproval. He then flicked his own finger towards Reo. "If you won't show me, then I'll just have to kill you and rob the place for myself. Go, [Charmy Green], Charm Pump!" He ordered as the buff Stand clasped its hands, twisting them before lifting them away from each other, several chunks of green gems pushed by a pump of water streaming from [Charmy Green]. With no other choice left, Reo instinctively crossed his arms, trying to block the impending attack. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst. He heard water rushing, and something being hit and a bunch of things breaking. Reo didn't dare open a single eye until...

"W-W-WHAT THE--?!" The surprised yell of his father, "I-I can't tell what's happening, but I think whatever it is that [Charmy Green] shot missed!" At this point, Reo had opened on of his eyes, and to his surprise, he was alive. However, there was something with him--something coming out of him. "I think those attacks were deflected somehow! B-but how?! Reo was flung by that man's psychic thing before!"

"Wha...!" Reo opened both his eyes, spotting two mechanical gloved arms was stretched in front of him. Its fists curled as if it were punching something. Reo gulped, taking a step back, causing the thing that protected him to be revealed. It was a blonde haired robot with a white face. It had joints of gold, crimson red torso with a speaker on its abdomen. The thing also had stump white legs instead of feet. On its back was a large golden harp. Reo didn't know who nor what it really is, but it felt quite familiar. Like the thing was there the entire time..."This thing...Don't tell me that's...!"

"You...You...!" The assailant's mouth went agape, soon clenched as the person gritted its teeth. "YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU!!" The assailant growled, causing his [Charmy Green to disappear onto the ground before reappearing right in front of Reo and his newly manifested Stand. "YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME!!!!"

"Watch out!" Reo cried out and just as [Charmy Green] threw a punch, Reo's Stand retaliated by throwing a punch directly at [Charmy Green]'s face with a left hook. Reo's Stand guarded with its right arm, which still landed. When it did, Reo felt his right arm tingle with a sharp pain--it would appear that if that thing gets hurt, he, too, would get hurt. However, it would appear that whatever Reo's Stand had completely thrown the man into the wall with a loud wham along with his Stand, [Charmy Green]. This act caused the tentacles that crept around the room to disappear along with [Charmy Green].

"H-he's suddenly thrown into the wall?" Roman tried to make sense of the situation, causing Reo to glance at his father. He wanted him out of harm's way--as such, he shouldn't stay in this room any longer! As if his wish was being answered, Reo felt his entire body floating, and so is everything in the room as Reo's Stand whipped out its Harp and strummed it.

"I-I'm flying?!" Roman gulped, It then flew over to him, with Reo turning around to look.

"I'm sorry, dad." Reo quickly said as his Stand pulled its arm back. "This is gonna hurt a bit, but it's for your own good." His Stand then shoved Roman with one arm, pushing him. All of a sudden, Roman feels a powerful force that caused him to fall not on the ground, but towards the doors that lead out of the room. Somehow, Reo's Stand was able to shift Roman's gravity towards another direction!

"R-REOOOOOOI!" Roman yelped as he flung away from the battle, and soon enough, he was out of the room. He stopped falling sideways after going 20 meters away from his own room, tumbling onto the ground.

Meanwhile, Reo flew towards the door, locking it from the inside to make sure that Roman wouldn't be endangered any further. He turned to the mechanical thing that saved him and his father...His Stand. It was its power all along. With it, he felt quite Independent. He felt like he could take on the world! Invincible, one might say. Yet, Reo didn't knew its existence, that they were Together from the start...[Independent Together]. Yeah, that's what Reo's gonna call this harp-playing Stand.

"Man oh man..." The man hissed, rising from his fall, now standing on the wall, growing. "You've gone and done it this tine. I just wanted nothing more than to KILL the CEO of Speedwagon Foundation and rob their goddamn house!" He hissed, clearly angered by the current circumstances. "But instead, I'm gonna have to whop somebody's dumbass son!"

"Just try it, you scum" Reo cracked his fists. "Me and my [Independent Together] will make sure YOU learn your lesson!" He said, turning his body to the side, throwing his right arm as he pointed at him dramatically. Reo's Stand, the newly named [Independent Together] floated right beside him, back against his back, legs tucked in and its arms outstretched, as if imitating the motion of a bow being pulled, or a guitar, about to be strummed.

The two Stand Users are at a stare down, glaring at each other as they await the perfect moment to strike. An air of eeriness and intensity fills the air, knowing that whoever loses this fight might lose their life...

[div class=subheader][U S E R ][/div]
Name: Reo M. Speedwagon
Age: 19
Blood Type: A+
Height: 5 ft.
Weight: 101 kg
Nationality: British-American.

Personality:
Reo is a cheerful young man who seem to value his family more than anything. So much so that he spent so much time trying to come up with ways to cheer his father up that he got held back a year for flunking his studies. He's naive enough to think that everything could be solved if you put your back into it--if you put more effort on what you do. This mindset allowed him to push through with his studies and graduate successfully. Reo is someone who's loyal to those who he considers as allies and friends.

Reo can frightened easily with things he didn't expect and things he doesn't know. Because of this, he tends to brace himself and try to solve these unexpected problems with a quick-fire solution he thought would do like calling on [Independent Together] or outright accepting a risky proposition like that one time he was asked to play the guitar for a band because the person asking recognized him as a Speedwagon and would tell on his father that he sneaks out at night.

If Reo were to actually remain calm in a tense situation, then he would look around for any solution for the problem and follow through it. Say he fell in a really deep pit with a large pile of trash at the bottom. Then he would use his powers to create a ramp that he could climb up to the top.

Biography/History:
Reo is son of the esteemed Roman Speedwagon, the current CEO of Speedwagon Foundation that is not only an oil tycoon company, but a company that also specializes in tech, research and vehicles including cars(Which I would like to call Speedwagons, hoh hoh). As such, Reo is the sole heir of the company and is taught to be as such. He took his studies as seriously as he could, and as a reward, Roman had taken it upon himself to spend time doing some with his son as well as buying him what he wants. That is how the family used to go around until Reo turned 15.

Days after Reo turned 15 years old, his mother died in a car accident on the way from her workplace. Roman had grieved greatly, and as a result, fell in a state of minor depression which he tried to work around. However, he failed to consider how he neglected to give Reo any time from that point onward. Reo also noticed how his father had started drinking and crying alone in his room despite him acting like everything will be alright whenever he's at work. His rewards also seemed to be less involved as he was only given whatever material thing he wants instead of the two having fun together like they used to. Worried about his father, Reo wasn't able to focus on his studies and flunked a few of his major tests when he was 17 years old which caused him to be held back a year in the high school he was going to. It was the first time Reo was ever grounded in years. Being only sent to his room, Reo decided to practice playing the double headed guitar his father bought him around the time his mother died. He played a somber tune, his eyes closed as he tried to remember his mother's smile. His song was interrupted midway as he had lightly bonked his head against his room's chandelier...Wait, what? Looking down from where he was, he could see that he and several things in his room are floating, including himself! As he took a quick breath of surprise, the things that were floating fell, including himself, onto the ground. Everything ended up in different places, and Reo ended up on his bed. That, my friends, is when Reo awakened his Stand ability. However, since he had no control of it at the time, Reo thought that the guitar was the cause of it. Deciding to play it once more, he watched as the items in his room floated up once more. Suddenly, one of the family butlers walked into his room, seeing what is going on. The Butler was about to question what was happening when he, too, began to float as well. Panicking, Reo flew towards the Butler to assure that everything's alright. After the two were safely on the ground, Reo asked the Butler never to tell anyone about what just happened.

As a teenager, Reo decided to have fun with his new found floating powers. He had easily snuck out of the house during night and decided to explore the town's night life. He initially went out to buy some midnight snacks and eventually, he made some friends that he frequently hangs out with during the rest of his high school years. After graduating, Reo started to become curious about his powers on what they are and where they came from. It was around this time that he found out that he wasn't the only one with strange powers like his. Reo first consulted his mansion's library but ultimately found nothing. He then decided to confront his father about it. As Reo entered the room, he found out that his father was being attacked by some thug with some kind ghost strangling him. Reo intervened, calling out to the assailant with a fierce roar. The two were then engaged in a fight, during which, Reo finally learned what his powers were; a Stand. At least, as far as he could tell. He didn't seem to have manifested a physical version of his Stand unlike the User he fought, and at that time, Reo didn't bring his guitar. He had to somehow get around the enemy's ability until that moment where he redirected an attack, a gloved fist knocking the User far off into the wall. Reo now manifested his stand as a physical humanoid form, which he didn't know he had with him. With the Stand, he felt Independent, yet, they were Together the entire time...Yes, it was at this moment that Reo had named his Stand, [Independent Together]. After defeating his opponent with his newfound abilities, Reo found out from the man that there were more people like him, saying that Stand Users attract other Stand Users, meaning that more troublesome people like him will show up to cause trouble for his family. Before Reo could ask what he means, the man passed out, unconscious. Not knowing what to do, Reo called the police, stating that they were robbed and his father was attacked.

After the police and the ambulance arrived, Reo was approached by a man in a trench coat. The man claimed to be a spokesperson for the Speedwagon Foundation's Supernatural Research Department wanted to know his account on what happened. After Reo explained everything, the spokesperson simply said that the Speedwagon Foundation will head this investigation to make sure nothing about Stands get out to the public. So they knew the entire time, didn't they? Regardless, Reo asked the spokesperson if he could give him everything they have on Stands, considering he now has one. The man simply nodded and gave him a warning as well.

"Something big is happening in this town. We're not sure what it is yet, but we're looking into it." The man informed Reo, "If you find anything or anyone suspicious, just call us."

(3) Strengths:
-Determined to get what he wants
-Persuasive
-Caring
-Knowledgable
-Resourceful
-Filthy Rich(Dunno if this counts, bur this means he can get around things that require money)
(3) Flaws:
-Naive
-Reckless
-Panics Easily
-Filthy Rich(Again, don't know if this counts. This means there would be a lot of people after him solely for ransom money)

Theme Song:

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Stand Name: [Independent Together]
Stand Abilities:
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Act. 0, Gravity Removal.
Act. 1, Gravity Shifting and Increase.

[Independent Together]'s main ability is to make things and people float, including himself. It essentially grants anything within its area of effect the ability of flight by removing the gravity around the user and this area moves along with Reo. [Independent Together] allows Reo to control floating objects completely like telekinesis, but not people. [Independent Together]'s ability lasts a good minute if Reo isn't playing the guitar. With his current skill, Reo could only redirect their movements in order for them to not hit him. Reo could only pull this off against a single person, however, as he would have to multitask with trying to redirect both of them.

For a while, Reo had thought that his ability can only be activated when he has his double neck acoustic-metal guitar, but during his one encounter, he was able to fully manifest [Independent Together]'s full form. [Independent Together] Act. 1 is not only a means of using the ability without his guitar, but also has the ability to shift the user's gravity around with a single punch. For example,Act. 1 punches a person to the left, that person's gravitational pull is then shifted to the left, meaning the person can now stand on walls until they go out of the Stand Ability's intended range. Act. 1 can also increase the gravity of the person it hits them in the same direction. Meaning, if Act. 1 punches someone downwards twice, the person would feel heavier as it increases their gravity 2 times. Act. 1 can activate it's AOE ability when it plays the harp it keeps on its back in which Reo can perform the same things he could before Act. 1.

Although he can now physically manifest [Independent Together], Reo chooses to use his guitar as a means of activating its ability.
Stand Appearance:

Stand Cry: *Epic Guitar Noises*. Yes, his Stand Cry is a mixture of an electric and an acoustic guitar shredding which overlays a faint girly voice screaming 'YEAH!!'

Power - N/A(Act. 0), C(Act.1)

Speed - B

Range - B (Generally around a 100m radius)

Durability - C(Act.0), B(Act.1)

Precision - A

Potential - C

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Lunar · Sep 8, 2019

Thepotatogod said:
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It was late at the dead of night, no one was supposed to be waltzing around the personal room of Roman Speedwagon, CEO of Speedwagon Foundation. Yet tonight was a bizarrely special night. Tonight, the room was nearly in tatters. Walls are splattered with some kind of liquid, everything in the room was nearly in pieces, holes in every part of the room. Before Roman was his injured son, Reo Speedwagon, who was blocking the path from his assailant, who was simply standing there, menacingly. Roman couldn't tell what's happening; to his eyes, the two were just staring at each other. Reo was unnaturally wary at the space around him, as a cause of being cornered his own drawer and the obviously empty space beside it, below a painting of Roman's ancestor, Robert E.O Speedwagon. Roman couldn't help but ponder what's happening.

"Oh hoh hoh...I see what's happening here..." The assailant spoke, his arms crossed. "Tell me, kiddo, you're a Stand User, aren't you?" The assailant asked, as if speaking of something of great interest. Stand User...Roman had heard those words before, yet...Somehow, their meaning escape him.

"Stand User?" Reo raised a brow, his arms spread apart in order to block whatever the assailant had planned for him. "What are you even talking about?! I don't understand any of it!" He growled as he stood up, shaking from the bruise and scratches he suffered on his legs. Roman couldn't understand how he got those wounds, but he did know that Reo was suddenly flown across the room just as he punched the peculiar assailant. In Reo's eyes, there were these weird green tentacles everywhere. He's not sure why, but he felt like touching them would mean bad news, so avoiding them is one of his top priorities.

"You see them, don't you?" The assailant chuckled, spreading his left arm to the side as if pointing to something behind him. "My [Charmy Green] and her lovely tentacles." Indeed, there was something behind him. A green skinned man clad in a gas mask with long flowing hair. The man was buff, muscular to a degree that he's bigger than the assailant himself, yet it remained a bit feminine through reasons even Reo can't comprehend. However, from the waist below, the thing...[Charmy Green], only had tentacles that sank onto the ground and crept all over the room.

"Huh?" Reo was shocked, his expression loosening. Taken aback, he attempted to maintain his composure. "W-what do you mean...?" He asked, thinking that Reo could get something out of the assailant, whose features were darkened by shadows, yet lit up by the moon behind him.

"Look at your daddy over there." The assailant pointed at Roman, "Doesn't he seem confused on why you forced him onto that corner?" He asked, his smile growing more crooked. "Did you really think he knows what's going on?" He said, pointing at Roman.

"Wait, you mean...!" Reo glanced at his father, who was, in fact, the most confused in his lifetime.

"That's right!" The assailant chuckled, "That man has no idea what was choking him before you came in!" He said, covering half of his face with his hand. "Yet you...You knew what was going on the moment you walked in! Now tell me, what can you do?" The assailant then asked, "What can your Stand do?"

"I...I can't..." Reo gulped, visibly shaking. He can't use it. He can't use his powers--his Stand. Not without his guitar, at least. However, things took a turn for the worse so quickly that he didn't consider taking the damn thing!

"Aw...Is that so..." The assailant sighed in disappointment, shaking his head in disapproval. He then flicked his own finger towards Reo. "If you won't show me, then I'll just have to kill you and rob the place for myself. Go, [Charmy Green], Charm Pump!" He ordered as the buff Stand clasped its hands, twisting them before lifting them away from each other, several chunks of green gems pushed by a pump of water streaming from [Charmy Green]. With no other choice left, Reo instinctively crossed his arms, trying to block the impending attack. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst. He heard water rushing, and something being hit and a bunch of things breaking. Reo didn't dare open a single eye until...

"W-W-WHAT THE--?!" The surprised yell of his father, "I-I can't tell what's happening, but I think whatever it is that [Charmy Green] shot missed!" At this point, Reo had opened on of his eyes, and to his surprise, he was alive. However, there was something with him--something coming out of him. "I think those attacks were deflected somehow! B-but how?! Reo was flung by that man's psychic thing before!"

"Wha...!" Reo opened both his eyes, spotting two mechanical gloved arms was stretched in front of him. Its fists curled as if it were punching something. Reo gulped, taking a step back, causing the thing that protected him to be revealed. It was a blonde haired robot with a white face. It had joints of gold, crimson red torso with a speaker on its abdomen. The thing also had stump white legs instead of feet. On its back was a large golden harp. Reo didn't know who nor what it really is, but it felt quite familiar. Like the thing was there the entire time..."This thing...Don't tell me that's...!"

"You...You...!" The assailant's mouth went agape, soon clenched as the person gritted its teeth. "YOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOUYOU!!" The assailant growled, causing his [Charmy Green to disappear onto the ground before reappearing right in front of Reo and his newly manifested Stand. "YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME!!!!"

"Watch out!" Reo cried out and just as [Charmy Green] threw a punch, Reo's Stand retaliated by throwing a punch directly at [Charmy Green]'s face with a left hook. Reo's Stand guarded with its right arm, which still landed. When it did, Reo felt his right arm tingle with a sharp pain--it would appear that if that thing gets hurt, he, too, would get hurt. However, it would appear that whatever Reo's Stand had completely thrown the man into the wall with a loud wham along with his Stand, [Charmy Green]. This act caused the tentacles that crept around the room to disappear along with [Charmy Green].

"H-he's suddenly thrown into the wall?" Roman tried to make sense of the situation, causing Reo to glance at his father. He wanted him out of harm's way--as such, he shouldn't stay in this room any longer! As if his wish was being answered, Reo felt his entire body floating, and so is everything in the room as Reo's Stand whipped out its Harp and strummed it.

"I-I'm flying?!" Roman gulped, It then flew over to him, with Reo turning around to look.

"I'm sorry, dad." Reo quickly said as his Stand pulled its arm back. "This is gonna hurt a bit, but it's for your own good." His Stand then shoved Roman with one arm, pushing him. All of a sudden, Roman feels a powerful force that caused him to fall not on the ground, but towards the doors that lead out of the room. Somehow, Reo's Stand was able to shift Roman's gravity towards another direction!

"R-REOOOOOOI!" Roman yelped as he flung away from the battle, and soon enough, he was out of the room. He stopped falling sideways after going 20 meters away from his own room, tumbling onto the ground.

Meanwhile, Reo flew towards the door, locking it from the inside to make sure that Roman wouldn't be endangered any further. He turned to the mechanical thing that saved him and his father...His Stand. It was its power all along. With it, he felt quite Independent. He felt like he could take on the world! Invincible, one might say. Yet, Reo didn't knew its existence, that they were Together from the start...[Independent Together]. Yeah, that's what Reo's gonna call this harp-playing Stand.

"Man oh man..." The man hissed, rising from his fall, now standing on the wall, growing. "You've gone and done it this tine. I just wanted nothing more than to KILL the CEO of Speedwagon Foundation and rob their goddamn house!" He hissed, clearly angered by the current circumstances. "But instead, I'm gonna have to whop somebody's dumbass son!"

"Just try it, you scum" Reo cracked his fists. "Me and my [Independent Together] will make sure YOU learn your lesson!" He said, turning his body to the side, throwing his right arm as he pointed at him dramatically. Reo's Stand, the newly named [Independent Together] floated right beside him, back against his back, legs tucked in and its arms outstretched, as if imitating the motion of a bow being pulled, or a guitar, about to be strummed.

The two Stand Users are at a stare down, glaring at each other as they await the perfect moment to strike. An air of eeriness and intensity fills the air, knowing that whoever loses this fight might lose their life...

[div class=subheader][U S E R ][/div]
Name: Reo M. Speedwagon
Age: 19
Blood Type: A+
Height: 5 ft.
Weight: 101 kg
Nationality: British-American.

Personality:
Reo is a cheerful young man who seem to value his family more than anything. So much so that he spent so much time trying to come up with ways to cheer his father up that he got held back a year for flunking his studies. He's naive enough to think that everything could be solved if you put your back into it--if you put more effort on what you do. This mindset allowed him to push through with his studies and graduate successfully. Reo is someone who's loyal to those who he considers as allies and friends.

Reo can frightened easily with things he didn't expect and things he doesn't know. Because of this, he tends to brace himself and try to solve these unexpected problems with a quick-fire solution he thought would do like calling on [Independent Together] or outright accepting a risky proposition like that one time he was asked to play the guitar for a band because the person asking recognized him as a Speedwagon and would tell on his father that he sneaks out at night.

If Reo were to actually remain calm in a tense situation, then he would look around for any solution for the problem and follow through it. Say he fell in a really deep pit with a large pile of trash at the bottom. Then he would use his powers to create a ramp that he could climb up to the top.

Biography/History:
Reo is son of the esteemed Roman Speedwagon, the current CEO of Speedwagon Foundation that is not only an oil tycoon company, but a company that also specializes in tech, research and vehicles including cars(Which I would like to call Speedwagons, hoh hoh). As such, Reo is the sole heir of the company and is taught to be as such. He took his studies as seriously as he could, and as a reward, Roman had taken it upon himself to spend time doing some with his son as well as buying him what he wants. That is how the family used to go around until Reo turned 15.

Days after Reo turned 15 years old, his mother died in a car accident on the way from her workplace. Roman had grieved greatly, and as a result, fell in a state of minor depression which he tried to work around. However, he failed to consider how he neglected to give Reo any time from that point onward. Reo also noticed how his father had started drinking and crying alone in his room despite him acting like everything will be alright whenever he's at work. His rewards also seemed to be less involved as he was only given whatever material thing he wants instead of the two having fun together like they used to. Worried about his father, Reo wasn't able to focus on his studies and flunked a few of his major tests when he was 17 years old which caused him to be held back a year in the high school he was going to. It was the first time Reo was ever grounded in years. Being only sent to his room, Reo decided to practice playing the double headed guitar his father bought him around the time his mother died. He played a somber tune, his eyes closed as he tried to remember his mother's smile. His song was interrupted midway as he had lightly bonked his head against his room's chandelier...Wait, what? Looking down from where he was, he could see that he and several things in his room are floating, including himself! As he took a quick breath of surprise, the things that were floating fell, including himself, onto the ground. Everything ended up in different places, and Reo ended up on his bed. That, my friends, is when Reo awakened his Stand ability. However, since he had no control of it at the time, Reo thought that the guitar was the cause of it. Deciding to play it once more, he watched as the items in his room floated up once more. Suddenly, one of the family butlers walked into his room, seeing what is going on. The Butler was about to question what was happening when he, too, began to float as well. Panicking, Reo flew towards the Butler to assure that everything's alright. After the two were safely on the ground, Reo asked the Butler never to tell anyone about what just happened.

As a teenager, Reo decided to have fun with his new found floating powers. He had easily snuck out of the house during night and decided to explore the town's night life. He initially went out to buy some midnight snacks and eventually, he made some friends that he frequently hangs out with during the rest of his high school years. After graduating, Reo started to become curious about his powers on what they are and where they came from. It was around this time that he found out that he wasn't the only one with strange powers like his. Reo first consulted his mansion's library but ultimately found nothing. He then decided to confront his father about it. As Reo entered the room, he found out that his father was being attacked by some thug with some kind ghost strangling him. Reo intervened, calling out to the assailant with a fierce roar. The two were then engaged in a fight, during which, Reo finally learned what his powers were; a Stand. At least, as far as he could tell. He didn't seem to have manifested a physical version of his Stand unlike the User he fought, and at that time, Reo didn't bring his guitar. He had to somehow get around the enemy's ability until that moment where he redirected an attack, a gloved fist knocking the User far off into the wall. Reo now manifested his stand as a physical humanoid form, which he didn't know he had with him. With the Stand, he felt Independent, yet, they were Together the entire time...Yes, it was at this moment that Reo had named his Stand, [Independent Together]. After defeating his opponent with his newfound abilities, Reo found out from the man that there were more people like him, saying that Stand Users attract other Stand Users, meaning that more troublesome people like him will show up to cause trouble for his family. Before Reo could ask what he means, the man passed out, unconscious. Not knowing what to do, Reo called the police, stating that they were robbed and his father was attacked.

After the police and the ambulance arrived, Reo was approached by a man in a trench coat. The man claimed to be a spokesperson for the Speedwagon Foundation's Supernatural Research Department wanted to know his account on what happened. After Reo explained everything, the spokesperson simply said that the Speedwagon Foundation will head this investigation to make sure nothing about Stands get out to the public. So they knew the entire time, didn't they? Regardless, Reo asked the spokesperson if he could give him everything they have on Stands, considering he now has one. The man simply nodded and gave him a warning as well.

"Something big is happening in this town. We're not sure what it is yet, but we're looking into it." The man informed Reo, "If you find anything or anyone suspicious, just call us."

(3) Strengths:
-Determined to get what he wants
-Persuasive
-Caring
-Knowledgable
-Resourceful
-Filthy Rich(Dunno if this counts, bur this means he can get around things that require money)
(3) Flaws:
-Naive
-Reckless
-Panics Easily
-Filthy Rich(Again, don't know if this counts. This means there would be a lot of people after him solely for ransom money)

Theme Song:

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Stand Name: [Independent Together]
Stand Abilities:
TLR -
Act. 0, Gravity Removal.
Act. 1, Gravity Shifting and Increase.

[Independent Together]'s main ability is to make things and people float, including himself. It essentially grants anything within its area of effect the ability of flight by removing the gravity around the user and this area moves along with Reo. [Independent Together] allows Reo to control floating objects completely like telekinesis, but not people. [Independent Together]'s ability lasts a good minute if Reo isn't playing the guitar. With his current skill, Reo could only redirect their movements in order for them to not hit him. Reo could only pull this off against a single person, however, as he would have to multitask with trying to redirect both of them.

For a while, Reo had thought that his ability can only be activated when he has his double neck acoustic-metal guitar, but during his one encounter, he was able to fully manifest [Independent Together]'s full form. [Independent Together] Act. 1 is not only a means of using the ability without his guitar, but also has the ability to shift the user's gravity around with a single punch. For example,Act. 1 punches a person to the left, that person's gravitational pull is then shifted to the left, meaning the person can now stand on walls until they go out of the Stand Ability's intended range. Act. 1 can also increase the gravity of the person it hits them in the same direction. Meaning, if Act. 1 punches someone downwards twice, the person would feel heavier as it increases their gravity 2 times. Act. 1 can activate it's AOE ability when it plays the harp it keeps on its back in which Reo can perform the same things he could before Act. 1.

Although he can now physically manifest [Independent Together], Reo chooses to use his guitar as a means of activating its ability.
Stand Appearance:

Subconscious Bound Type(Act.0)
Physical Manifestation(Act.1)

Stand Cry: *Epic Guitar Noises*. Yes, his Stand Cry is a mixture of an electric and an acoustic guitar shredding which overlays a faint girly voice screaming 'YEAH!!'

Power - N/A(Act. 0), C(Act.1)

Speed - B

Range - B (Generally around a 100m radius)

Durability - C(Act.0), B(Act.1)

Precision - A

Potential - C

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